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An Unexpected Complication (Kill la Kill/Ranma 1/2)

A/N: An Unexpected Complication is a commissioned two-shot originally written from May-September of 2019. Posting it now as a one-shot for readers to enjoy!

Summary: Before Kill la Kill canon starts, Ranma finds himself in Honno City, and then finds himself drawing the eye of one Satsuki Kiryuin through no fault of his own.

Themes: Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, Fucked Silly

-x-X-x-

"So? Who is he? Who the hell is this fucking punk who just walked into our territory and took down an entire squad of our men?"

"He's nobody, as it turns out."

"What?! Don't be ridiculous! He's obviously somebody! Who the hell is he working for? Nudist Beach? He doesn't dress like them, sure, but maybe they've taken to hiring mercenaries…"

"I'm serious, he's actually, honestly a nobody… at least, to us. He's never been involved with any of our enemies, and certainly not with our allies. He doesn't know what's happening here. The incident in which he handled our men so easily was a complete accident that should never have happened. He wasn't looking for a fight… but he's the kind of man who will gladly finish a fight, if someone else starts one."

"… So, you did find out some information about him then?"

"Yes, I'll send it over to you. His story makes for a fascinating read, if I'm being honest. While he's not involved with us or our enemies, he's had his own struggles and adversaries to overcome… and he's surpassed and defeated all of them. Everything thrown his way has failed. Every challenge he's ever faced, he's beaten."

"What are you trying to say? That we should just leave him as he is?"

"Hah! Of course not. I'm saying that we should use him to deal with another thorn in our side. Satsuki Kiryuin."

"That one… what, you want to hire him to capture her for us?"

"No! I'll let that slide since you haven't seen his file yet, but this man is not the kind of person who would willingly do something like that, especially not for money. He'd just as soon put his fist through our faces than take our money for something he deems less than honorable, and you saw how that went for the squad."

"Then what, exactly? How are we supposed to use him against the Kiryuin girl?"

"Easy… I've already got it all planned out."

-x-X-x-

If Ranma had known that he was being talked about over a phone line by two shady figures, he would almost certainly have been very annoyed. He also probably would have tried to put a stop to it, if he could, as well as their plans, especially given how those plans involved him. But alas, Ranma was not aware of their communications at the time they happened, and he still wasn't aware of them two weeks later.

To be fair, he had his hands full with the new city he found himself in. It had been such a relief, to get away from everyone in his old hometown. Upon finally, FINALLY realizing that HIS honor need not be tarnished by his father's repeated lies and oh-so-empty promises, Ranma had… left. There was no reason to stay, by that point. It didn't matter that Genma had sold him to a dozen different girls, didn't matter that his father had made all sorts of promises regarding him that could never be kept. Perhaps one or two could be fulfilled, but that would just lead to the rest being proven as lies.

It was a no-win situation… but not for Ranma, as he'd finally realized. All he had to do to 'win'… was leave. He was already a Master of the Anything Goes School's greatest techniques. He was even stronger than Happosai, so why stick around, when not even his father's pervert of a sensei could teach him anything new anymore?

Ranma had left, and to make sure that no one from his old hometown could properly follow him, he'd gone as far away as he possibly could… he'd gone to Honno City. It was a strange place, Honno City. Built as an artificial island, the city was practically independent from the rest of Japan… which made it perfect for Ranma's purposes.

The fact that it was supposed to be a meritocracy had drawn him in as well, but Ranma had quickly discovered the lie that that was. Not quickly enough to get out of the place though, before it swallowed him up and he got… invested. Regardless, your status within the city wasn't built around meritocracy, it was built around wealth, and a student's progress in a damn school, which was signified by these stupid things called 'Goku Uniforms'. The higher the Star ranking of a Goku Uniform, the better the standard of living, with No-Stars, such as he was, relegated to the slums.

The funny thing was, Ranma was stronger than any of these fucking Goku Uniform-wearing wannabes could hope to be. With their shitty tricks and gimmicks, it reminded him somewhat of his life before this… but they were all so much weaker than most of the martial artists he'd fought over the years. Or perhaps, more accurately, he was just plain stronger.

It was a conundrum. He wasn't sure what he was going to do. He'd wandered around the lower rungs of the artificial island for the past two weeks now, and beyond one incident in which he'd beat up a bunch of fuckers who were doing some shady shit with No-Stars, Ranma had just kept his head down and found work in doing odd jobs for people where he could.

But it couldn't last. This wasn't sustainable. He felt confined, he felt stifled… and he was going to blow soon, if he didn't get a half-way decent fight. It was-

"You! Ranma Saotome!"

Blinking at having his name called out to him for the first time since he'd arrived in this place, Ranma turns towards the source of the voice, already dreading what he might find. His first thought is that one of the many people he'd left behind has somehow found a way to follow him here all the same. But the moment he lays eyes on the woman who called out to him, he realizes how foolish that was. After all, he'd recognized her voice, if he had just been paying better attention.

This was the first time they were meeting in the flesh, but even in the slums, it was impossible to get away from massive projected recordings of the defacto ruler of Honno City, Satsuki Kiryuin. Despite being the same age as he was, the young woman had somehow taken over the artificial island. It was, thus, her fault that the place had fallen into a bit of a totalitarian state, from what Ranma had heard.

But she didn't usually come down into the slums. And she certainly shouldn't have been here alone. Frowning, Ranma looks around for a moment, but sees and senses no one else. Satsuki, misreading his curious glances, scoffs and hops down from her perch to stand a few feet away from him, her form resplendent in the Three-Star Goku Uniform she has on.

"I'm talking to you, yes. Don't try to hide it. I know you are the one they call Ranma Saotome. Just as I know why you are here in MY city."

She thought he was trying to play it off as if he wasn't who she was looking for. That wasn't the case. Ranma had already decided he would no longer hide anymore. And his name was his name, even if his father had tarnished it to no end. Ranma had decided to reclaim it, to wear the Saotome name with pride and bring honor back to it. Even if that meant bashing in the skulls of everyone his father ever wronged when they came after him because of something as stupid as guilt by association or blood.

Straightening his shoulders and frowning, Ranma stares at Satsuki Kiryuin. Was this another person wronged by his father, then?

"Yeah, my name is Ranma Saotome. What do you want?"

He'd give her a chance, at least. He'd hear her out, and so long as she didn't want to demand anything of him just because his dad was a shitty person, Ranma would even be willing to commiserate with her about said shittiness. But that's not what Satsuki does. Growling, her hands clenching into fists, the dark-haired woman with angry eyebrows glares at him and falls into what's obviously a combat stance.

"I know who you are, Ranma Saotome! I know who sent you! You can give my regards to my mother after I put you in traction!"

And then she launches herself forward, the Three-Star Goku Uniform she's wearing giving her unbelievable speed, insane agility, and impressive strength. Any normal person wouldn't even be able to track her movement, let alone respond to her attack. But Ranma was not a normal person. He shifts into a stance of his own, solidifies it… and then slams his fist up into Satsuki Kiryuin's gut, even as he tilts his head to the side to duck her opening blow.

For a moment, there's silence as she hangs on his fist in midair… then the moment passes, and Satsuki is blown back by the strength of Ranma's blow, tossed into the nearest wall with enough force to see her thrown through it, into the abandoned space beyond. This whole area is pretty desolate to be perfectly honest. There's no one around to hear them fighting, not as far as Ranma can tell.

Frowning, he waits, staying defensive, even as Satsuki pulls herself out of the rubble, panting heavily. That single blow had done quite a bit of damage to her power-granting outfit, though right before Ranma's eyes, it's already repairing itself. The strength of a Three-Star Goku Uniform in action, he supposed. It was fine though. He had this woman's measure now, and he really wasn't all that worried. So why not give talking a chance again?

"I don't know who your mother is, or what she has-!"

In the midst of speaking, Ranma's nostrils flare as Satsuki tries to attack once more, either ignoring his attempts at diplomacy, or simply seeing this as the moment to strike, while he's distracted with attempting to talk things out. Either way, it immediately expends whatever patience Ranma had remaining in him. As she comes in for a new attack, her uniform glowing with power, Ranma dodges her blows again and again and again… and then he smacks her across the back of the head hard enough to send her face first into the ground. She skids across the street, and when she finally comes to a stop… she's not moving.

It's a rather humiliating position to find oneself in, from what Ranma can see. Her ass up in the air, her face in the dirt. If he had a camera, he would have taken pictures and spread them all over the city, just so everyone could see the truth of their estimable leader. But he didn't. He barely had anything beyond the clothes on his back to his name.

Regardless, she wasn't dead, just unconscious. And Ranma? Ranma was done here. He was- blinking, Ranma stops just as he's about to leave the area. Where they weren't before, now there are people watching them. And from what he's sensing, they're spread out in far too synchronized of a pattern to just be No-Stars drawn to the fighting.

Is this her back-up, then? Ranma isn't going to just let them ambush him as he tries to leave. Gritting his teeth, he keeps his combat stance up and then calls out to the empty nighttime air.

"I know you're there. There's no use in hiding from me."

Rather than students under Satsuki's command, Ranma suddenly finds himself and the unconscious young woman surrounded by masked men in all black. Lifting an eyebrow as they stand there, ominously, Ranma waits in silence, not in the least bit unnerved. Eventually, one of them, looking no different than the others, steps forward.

"We have no quarrel with you, Saotome. You've served your purpose. You can go."

… Ranma ISN'T an idiot. He really isn't. Sure, he's never been book smart, but that had more to do with the fact that he hadn't learned how to read until AFTER the training trip that had taken up the first half of his life, rather than because of any mental failing on his part. And in all fairness, he'd learned a lot from his training trip, far more than just karate. Like for instance, he'd learned how to read people pretty damn well.

So, taking into account what the masked figure has just said, as well as what Satsuki herself had shouted before attacking him, Ranma figures out what happened here pretty damn quickly.

"This was a setup, wasn't it?"

There's a brief pause, and then the spokesperson for the men in black has the audacity to shake his head.

"Not for you."

Ranma scowls and puts his fist into the man's gut. And then he's fighting again, because FUCK these guys. Fuck anyone who thinks they can USE him for their own dirty deeds. Fuck that, fuck this, fuck EVERYTHING. The next few minutes are rather hectic, but while Ranma quickly figures out that these new fuckers are wearing some version of the Goku Uniform that's almost as strong as Satsuki's was, he's Ranma Saotome, and they all go down one way or another to his fists, eventually.

But even once he's kicked their asses, Ranma knows he can no longer just leave Satsuki here to wallow in her humiliation. Now that he knows she was tricked into going after him, he can't really be angry at her anymore. For all he knows, she's been convinced that he eats puppies, or something equally as heinous. Not having any other option, Ranma slings the tall, well-proportioned girl over his shoulder and retreats from the scene with her unconscious body.

After that, it's just a matter of finding a hotel in the slums that won't ask questions and sneaking her in without them seeing just so that they have no questions to ask in the first place. It costs all of Ranma's money to do it, but he's an honorable sort, and in this case, his honor demands that he help Satsuki Kiryuin out, at least this much.

What happens next… well, that'll be up to her.

-x-X-x-

Satsuki wakes up… slowly. Her head hurts, and it takes her a moment to remember what happened. When she does, she shoots up off the bed she's laid out on, half-expecting to see the school infirmary or even just her own bedroom. But no, instead she finds herself in some rinky-dink hotel room, on a pretty shitty mattress… with Ranma Saotome sitting there across the room, watching her.

Freezing up, Satsuki Kiryuin narrows her eyes at the young man.

"You-!"

But he cuts her off with a raised hand, and to the surprise of both of them, Satsuki falls silent.

"Before you get started, you should know that whatever you were told about me is almost certainly a lie. Right after I beat you unconscious, a bunch of fuckers in black armor showed up and tried to take you. I stopped them and brought you here. If I had any untoward intentions, would I have done this much? Would I have left you in your Goku Uniform, unbound and unrestrained?"

Satsuki's mouth opens and closes for a few seconds as she processes what he's saying, working over his words in her head… and finding no falsehoods among them. He's not only telling the truth, he's simply right. Now that it's staring her in the face, the hyper-intelligent young woman realizes that she always knew, deep down, that Ranma Saotome wasn't truly her enemy. The things she'd been told… if she'd bothered to spend a little bit longer actually thinking about it, she would have realized they weren't true.

She'd been frustrated, that was all. She'd suffered a setback, minor in nature, but irritating, nonetheless. So, when the information had come in, actionable information about a new threat to her plans… Satsuki had gone off half-cocked, more eager to blow off steam than to actually deal with a true enemy. Because Ranma Saotome wasn't her enemy… and he also wasn't really someone she could blow off steam on, now was he? He'd beaten her so handily… two blows, one to the gut, and one to the back of her head. Her Three-Star Goku Uniform hadn't been able to do jack shit against him. And yet, even now… she could tell he wasn't wearing life fibers. So… how?

"You saved me?"

Ranma eyes her for a moment, before nodding silently.

Satsuki looks around for a moment and tries to resist the urge to wrinkle her nose.

"And you brought me… here?"

As if he can sense her discomfort with the shabbiness of her surroundings, despite Satsuki's best efforts to hide it, Ranma snorts derisively and nods again.

"And I spent all my money to pay for it for the night as well, so you better be grateful."

The way he almost growls his words… it sends shivers down Satsuki's spine that have nothing to do with the poor heating of the hotel room they're shacked up in. She goes to speak, only to find her breath hitching and her face heating up in what can only be a blush. Looking away from his piercing gaze for a moment, Satsuki worries her lower lip between her teeth.

… She's aroused. This isn't something that the genius young woman has ever had to deal with before. She knows all about it, of course, on an intellectual level. She knows about sex, about men and women, about how babies are made. She knows that more often than not, men can be led around by their cocks and their libidos, though she personally has never had to resort to such tactics. She's always been too strong for that.

But for the first time in her life, Satsuki has found a man who's stronger than her. She's been defeated by a member of the opposite sex, and that… that's hot. That's incredibly arousing. Licking her lips, Satsuki regards Ranma for a moment, well aware that he's watching her. His gaze is that of a predator… but also a protector. He's a strong, capable young man who beat her without a Goku Uniform, without the power of life fibers… and then he took it upon herself to protect her from her enemies, from the people who had likely tricked her into coming after him in the first place. Whether they were working for her mother or for someone else, she didn't know. It didn't matter. They wanted her… and Ranma stopped them.

Slowly, Satsuki climbs out of the bed. Ranma continues to watch her, but with an almost absurd ease to him. He doesn't tense up, even as she gets closer and closer.

"You're not afraid of me."

It's not a question, but a statement of fact. One that they both know to be truth. Ranma cocks his head to the side, and grins at her, a lopsided grin filled with confidence. Not arrogance, no, but confidence. A surety to him that says 'I will best all challengers, or die trying'.

"No, I'm not."

Satsuki licks her lip again. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to go through with this? Yes, she decides after a moment. This was too important an opportunity to let slip through her fingers. Ranma Saotome was too massive of an asset to let get away from her. And more than that… he was the only man she thought she could ever truly give herself to. The only man who was strong enough to TAKE her… and then choose to protect her instead.

Slowly, she reaches up and begins to strip off her Goku Uniform. Ranma watches this happen in silence, his expression unreadable as she exposes her body to him, inch by inch. Satsuki knows that she's beautiful. Perhaps her only 'ugly' feature are her bushy eyebrows, but even then, her body more than makes up for that, in her mind. Not that she's ever put much stock into beauty before. It's always seemed to pale in comparison to all other forms of power that she had at her fingertips.

Now though, now her physical beauty, from her sizable breasts to her curvaceous hips, to her firm derriere and long legs and silken black hair… it was the only weapon she had in this battle against Ranma Saotome. It was the only tool she had to offer in order to bring him over to his side. Well, that wasn't entirely true, but it sounded good in Satsuki's head, and she was more than capable enough of self-delusion to convince herself that it was. Ranma had already given her another way to convince him by mentioning that he was broke and penniless. She likely could have offered him a platonic position at her side with good pay, and he would have taken it.

But Satsuki wanted more than that. She didn't want his loyalty, she wanted HIM. Stepping up to the seated young man, now completely nude, Satsuki climbs into his lap and wraps her arms around his neck. His hands immediately go to her hips, and the young woman's breath hitches at the strong grip, even as she leans in… and kisses him.

It's Satsuki's first kiss, but she can immediately tell it's not Ranma's. She's never been one to let inexperience in a subject stop her before though, so even if she might be completely new to this, she tries to be as aggressive as possible all the same. Attack, attack, attack is the only strategy Satsuki has ever known. Ranma, of course, completely turns this plan up on its head though as well, by quickly taking control of the situation.

His tongue invades her mouth and intertwines with her tongue before Satsuki knows what's going on. And then his hands, seemingly innocuous on her hips, slide around to her ass and squeeze tightly, drawing a surprised, wanton moan from the dark-haired young woman's lips. She finds herself grinding her core against a bulge in his pants, barely conscious of doing it, but feeling a primal need to, all the same.

For a time, they stay like that, Ranma kissing her and Satsuki in his lap, naked as the day she was born, just letting him kiss her. But eventually, he pushes her off and stands up, and the young woman finds herself following along with him, doing as he wants without words ever having to pass between them. Before she even knows what's happening, they're both naked and pressed together in the small space that is the hotel room's one-person shower.

Hot water rushes over both of them, and Satsuki has all of one moment to be amazed that they could even GET hot water in a place like this, before she's spun around and pinned up against the wall. She groans as Ranma presses up against her from behind, but there's no time for any other reaction, before quite suddenly, she feels his cockhead pressed up against her sopping wet cunt.

He's inside of her a moment later. Satsuki's eyes go wide, and her lips part as she's taken by a man for the first time in her life. There's no hymen to break, of course. Not only did she grow up with an extremely active lifestyle, she grew up in a life of luxury and status and wealth. Funnily enough, it wasn't the fighting and what not later in her life that had torn her hymen early, it was the horseback riding when she was just a little girl.

Regardless, it's still her first time… and truth be told, though she now knows that she knows nothing about Ranma Saotome, she's still glad it was him. He could be one of the worst men in the world, and she'd probably still submit to him like some bitch in heat, simply because he'd defeated her in combat like no other had managed before him.

Luckily for her, she gets the impression that he's not. Which means this can be something beyond a frenzied one-night stand. Satsuki Kiryuin sees in Ranma Saotome an asset, one that can be cultivated, used, and worked to give her everything she's ever wanted. Ranma… Ranma is the man she will marry. It might seem crazy for her to decide that in the middle of a cramped shower, hot water rushing across both their bodies as Ranma fucks her from behind, but that is the moment in which Satsuki Kiryuin decides her and Ranma's futures are irrevocably linked. She's going to make him her husband… eventually.

For now, she just settles in and enjoys getting roughly pounded by the impossibly strong young man from behind. Eventually, her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth in a truly humiliating fashion that Satsuki would never let anyone else ever know about. But if it was Ranma… it was okay. It was okay, because he was the only man who she would ever allow to touch her in this way, the only man who would be allowed to make her ahegao like… like some horny little slut.

Later, she and Ranma would have to talk about what she wanted and what she could offer him in the long-term. But for now, Satsuki was more than content with just losing herself in the ecstasy of being pinned up against a wall and TAKEN by a big, strong man with a thick, fat cock.

-x-X-x-

He stands out, making it all but impossible for her to miss him, and making her eyes glide back to him after the initial disinterested once over becomes curiosity and intrigue. For starters, he's not wearing a Goku Star Uniform. In a place like this, at Honnoji Academy, that was pretty damn strange. He's not wearing a school uniform at all, instead rather casually dressed.

It's clear that he doesn't belong, and yet, everyone gives him a wide berth, like they know who he is anyways. And none of the big wigs are currently approaching him, none of the people that Ryuko had already started to think of as her natural enemies. Ryuko Matoi… was unhappy here at Honnoji Academy. She hated the stifling atmosphere.

But, if she wanted to find out just who it was that used the red Scissor Blade in her possession, as well as its twin, to kill her father, than this was where she had to be. Unfortunately, so far, she was hitting roadblock after roadblock. It felt like the answers were just out of her reach.

Still, Ryuko wasn't the kind of girl to give up easily. She would fight through this and persevere regardless of obstacles. For the moment though, she found herself rather… distracted. The young man that she was currently watching walk through the area… he was handsome and clearly well-muscled, and also seemingly unattached to the Academy he was currently walking so confidently through. Who was he?

Well, there was no need for her to continue to be ignorant, now was there? At the very least, she should TRY to use her best source of information to get some answers. Leaning over, Ryuko nudges her singular friend in Honnoji Academy, Mako Mankanshoku.

"Hey… hey Mako…"

The other girl looks over with a blink, big wide eyes staring at Ryuko questioningly, but also excitedly, as always.

"Yes?"

Leveling a single finger, Ryuko points at the man, who is now on his way away from them, so in the end, she's pointing at his back.

"That… who is that?"

Following Ryuko's finger, Mako blinks again, and then blushes, putting her hands to her face and smiling dreamily.

"Ooooh… that's Satsuki's mystery man!"

Ryuko's thoughts grind to a halt at hearing the name of her greatest enemy, and the woman that she considered the biggest stick in the mud she'd ever met, attached to this hunk of man meat.

"Sat…suki?"

Mako just nods energetically, smiling now.

"Oh yes! No one actually knows who he is, or at least, no one I've talked to! The Elite Four probably know! But everyone else knows WHAT he is, at least! He's Satsuki's boyfriend! Totally off limits too, anyone who's tried to mess with him has instantly regretted it!"

It's Ryuko's turn to blink owlishly, staring after the man's back as he disappears into the crowd, continuing on his way, none the wiser of her attention on him. Satsuki had a boyfriend? THE Satsuki Kiryuin, who ruled this school and island with an iron fist… had a boyfriend? Ryuko's mouth opens and closes a few times like a goldfish as she processes this information.

When she's finally done so however, she comes to a simple conclusion.

"He must be so whipped…"

Mako glances over at Ryuko and cocks her head to the side.

"Huh?"

A slow grin is forming on Ryuko's face, as 'understanding' blossoms in her mind.

"Think about it. Would Satsuki ever let anyone, especially a man, stand as her equal?"

Mako does as she's told and thinks about it for a moment, before ultimately shaking her head back and forth.

"Nope! That doesn't sound like her! She's very large and in charge!"

"Precisely… he walks pretty confidently, so I bet he's not weak, per say… Satsuki wouldn't tolerate a weakling either… but I also bet he's used to taking orders from a strong-willed woman! Like myself!"

"Wait, what?"

Ryuko abruptly stands up, prompting Mako to do the same beside her and grab her by the arm.

"A-Ah, Ryuko! Are you sure about this? This seems like it might be a bad idea! Satsuki's boyfriend is off limits!"

Snorting derisively, Ryuko looks to Mako, eyeing her only friend in this place dryly.

"Do you really think I care about what's off-limits Mako? Honestly, I'm here to break all of the rules, surpass all the limits, and find out about my dad. Now, who do you think bushy brows would confide in, if anyone? A boyfriend sounds like the best possible lead I've had in ages!"

Mako bites her lower lip, but in the end is forced to nod, even as she let's go of Ryuko's arm at the same time.

"Y-Yeah… you're probably right."

Knowing tangentially that she's basically browbeating Mako into her way of thinking, that doesn't stop Ryuko from grinning savagely, showing off lots of teeth.

"I KNOW I'm right. All I have to do is beat this guy up, and then treat him like Satsuki no doubt treats him. Give him a little taste of that female dominance he probably likes so much, and then extract all of the information I need from him! This is it, Mako… but I'll have to go it alone. You stay here, alright? I'll talk to you later!"

"A-Ah, okay!"

Ryuko is already off before Mako can even get out that response, following along after Satsuki's mysterious boyfriend, worried that she might lose him altogether if she waits any longer. Luckily, she catches up in short order. As soon as her eyes fall upon his chiseled physique again, Ryuko grins wickedly, and begins to slowly stalk her prey through the halls of the Academy, waiting for an opportunity to get him alone and… handle him most decisively.

The more she watches him move, the more she admires his body, Ryuko can admit to herself, at least internally, that she's looking forward to this, perhaps a bit more than she should be. Still, whether she enjoys herself or not, she knows she needs to do what she needs to do. She's going to find out everything this guy knows, be it the easy way or the hard way… but preferably the hard way.

-x-X-x-

Ranma reflects, as he brings his hand down again, resulting in another fleshy smack followed by a loud squeal, that this entire place is just… crazy. He's not sure if there's another way to describe it. But then, he'd kind of known that from the first week he'd spent on the artificial island, really. Now though, now that he was in… some sort of relationship with Satsuki Kiryuin, and thus spending a lot more time in Honnoji Academy, Ranma found himself being confronted with a whole new level of crazy in the form of the students here.

There hadn't been problems after the first few incidents, and not after Satsuki had asked Ranma to do a few show matches against her Elite Four behind closed doors. Putting each of them in their place without wearing any sort of Goku Uniform had convinced Satsuki's Student Council that he was worthy of their respect, and more importantly, worthy of his place at Satsuki's side.

Not that Ranma really cared about their opinion of him, but as Satsuki had explained to him, it was simply a precaution to prevent any issues of over-zealous loyalty from cropping up in the future. After that, there'd been an announcement that he was becoming an honorary faculty member, and to not bother him whenever he was on the Academy Premises.

Ranma quickly learned that Satsuki had been right to at least read in the Elite Four on what he was truly capable of. Because while they were allowed to know who he was and what he could do, the Captains of the Academy's numerous clubs were not… and even with the announcement to leave him the fuck alone, quite a few Captains had decided to test their fangs on him, attempting to start fights and see just what was so special about him.

He treated them all with the kid gloves, of course, even as he beat them up quite soundly. In the end, it was what it was, and after a couple weeks of that, everything had finally settled down, allowing for Ranma to visit Honnoji Academy and see Satsuki whenever he wanted. And honestly… he could admit it, at least to himself, he wanted it quite often.

Satsuki Kiryuin was nothing like any of the previous women in his life. Be they his fiancés or what, Satsuki eclipsed them all, in a way. He liked her more than he cared to admit, he liked her a lot… and he rather enjoyed their sex life a lot as well. Fucking the beautiful woman was… well, it was certainly a highlight. As was using the unlimited credit card she'd given him to set himself up more comfortably.

But then there was this. Ranma sighs and pulls himself out of the past to focus more on the present, even as he rears his hand back again, and brings it down on the red and raw behind before him, spanking the bound and gagged girl currently laid out over his lap once more. As he does so, he takes stock of her and how she's dressed, and not for the first time, wonders if she's supposed to be a gift from Satsuki or something. But hiring a whore to play a game with him like this one just doesn't seem like her, if he's being honest…

"You're dressed really sluttily, you know that?"

And also, there's the reactions from the girl. Gagged and bound as she is, Ryuko Matoi, as she'd so helpfully identified herself before attacking him, is clearly horrifically embarrassed and humiliated right now… as well as immensely turned on. But it's not the kind of turned on Ranma would expect from a whore… rather, it's the kind of turned on that he would expect from a virgin with slutty impulses.

Curious despite himself, Ranma reaches down and slips a finger up inside of the girl, feeling around for a moment. He's not at all surprised by how sopping wet she is, not after the puddle she's made on the floor and the way her pussy has soaked through the side of his leg by this point. Regardless, after working his digit around inside of her clenching, squeezing walls, Ranma eventually touches up against it… the girl's hymen.

"Heh, so probably not a whore then, unless this is your first time.

"MMPH! MM-MM!"

Ranma smiles at what was clearly a pointed denial of being a street walker. He extracts his finger from her virgin cunt a moment later and goes back to spanking her ass.

"That's good. Still, it doesn't change the fact that you attacked me, you know? This ridiculous get-up of yours does pack a bit of a punch, even more of one than some of this place's uniforms can, but at the end of the day, is it worth the power-up, in exchange for being so… exposed?"

Judging by the bound and gagged girl's body language, she not-so-secretly agrees with him. It's clear that she's not wearing this thing by choice, and if the blinking eye is any indication, it might very well be a set of living clothing. Ranma isn't completely inexperienced with such things, though it's still odd to find it here, so far from home and all the magical bullshit he'd left behind.

Regardless, any further contemplation or conversation is abruptly derailed when the door opens to admit Satsuki Kiryuin, who stops dead in her tracks as she takes in the sight before her. But then, Ranma was expecting her to show up eventually. After all, after he'd trounced this Ryuko girl so thoroughly, he'd decided that she deserved punishment, trussing her up, tossing her over his shoulder, and taking her to Satsuki's office.

That was where they were now, with Ranma sat in the Student Council President's Chair, in Satsuki's Chair as a point of order, with Ryuko bent over his lap, ass up in the air, far more of her body revealed than she was comfortable with, and his hand constantly coming down on her reddened behind as he spanks her again and again.

He stops, of course, when Satsuki walks in. Slowly, recovering from the shock of what she's witnessing, his girlfriend closes the door to her office behind her, and steps forward, more curious than angry… even slightly excited, from what he can see lurking in the back of her gaze. Rather than demanding a response, Satsuki just looks at him as she approaches, waiting for him to speak. Ranma, smiling slightly, gestures down at his bound, gagged captive.

"This one decided to attack me on my way to your office today. She shouted something about how when she was done with me, I wouldn't ever even look at you again, and that I would tell her everything she wanted to know, or something. Honestly, most of it sounded rather… incomprehensible, if not completely ill-thought out. I thought I'd let you decide what to do with her, ultimately, since it's your school."

Ranma can see immediately that this makes Satsuki happy. A small grin even spreads across the young woman's face, where usually there's an almost permanent scowl. After all, their relationship… it's not anything like Ryuko thought she'd figured out it was. In fact, it could easily be said to be the exact opposite. Ranma was not in any way whipped, and he refused to ever let himself end up in a situation where he was, ever again.

Satsuki, meanwhile, understood that, even if it would have surprised anyone and everyone who thought that they knew her. But they didn't know her well enough, because deep down inside, Satsuki had needed this, even if she hadn't realized it at first. She needed a man like Ranma to give up control to, she'd needed someone like her boyfriend who she could submit to.

And yet, at the same time, Ranma did a pretty good job of refraining from undermining her authority. As it was, even if he was strong enough to usurp her and take control of the entire artificial island, Ranma had no desire to actually rule in Satsuki's place. He didn't even want to really rule at her side. He left all of that to her… and now here he was, offering up the discipline of this problem student to her as well.

Even if Ranma had already taken some liberties in Ryuko's initial punishment, he could see how much this meant to Satsuki, that he was passing this along to her. Eyes sparkling with distinct desire and interest, Satsuki finally comes to a stop in front of the desk, looking over it to stare down at Ryuko's face. The other girl is bright red at this point, and her eyes are glazed over a little. She's only half paying attention to what's going on around her, and she's absurdly wet at this point, dripping from the spanking she's received.

Despite her own beliefs, Ryuko had gotten soundly trounced by Ranma… and she'd enjoyed the punishment that had followed despite herself. Seeing this, Satsuki's small smirk becomes a full-blown triumphant grin.

"Take her hard, Ranma… show her that subjugation… is liberation!"

Chuckling darkly at his girlfriend's slightly over the top attitude, Ranma shrugs and stands up, pulling Ryuko with him and laying her down across Satsuki's desk, on her back. With her legs bound and spread apart, there's not much that the tied-up girl can do, even as he flips up her extremely skimpy skirt and tugs aside the thong-crotch of her incredibly slutty outfit.

Placing the head of his cock against Ryuko's gushing wet cunt lips, Ranma raises an eyebrow at her as she tenses up, finally focusing on what's happening. She blushes under his gaze, no doubt remembering just how easily he'd trounced her, how easily she'd fallen at his hand… and no doubt remembering the spanking he'd given her after the fact, the one that had awakened all sorts of desires inside of her.

There's absolutely no protest from the bound and gagged girl, not even a stifled, muffled one, so Ranma just takes hold of her by her waist, and smiles as he thrusts in on the spot. Her hymen tears immediately, causing a cry to emit from her throat, mostly contained by the gag. Her eyes go crossed and her body shakes and spasms under him, as the sudden penetration, despite the initial pain of losing her virginity, sends her right over the edge that she's been on for quite a while now from the smacks to her sensitive bottom.

As Ryuko climaxes on the spot, Satsuki leans over her, still smiling, clearly very pleased with what she's witnessing. As Ranma begins to fuck Ryuko nice and hard, just as his girlfriend has asked of him, ramming into her again and again, Satsuki reaches down and begins to play with her own leggings, slowly pulling them down, and then flipping up the skirt of her uniform.

With Ryuko trapped between them, it's child's play to have her head hanging off of the front of the desk, while he fucks her from the other end. Positioning her properly, Satsuki rips away the gag, but before the other young woman can even speak, she covers Ryuko's face with her cunt, and then reaches down to forcibly yank the scant coverings off of Ryuko's breasts, exposing them to open air and grabbing hold of her tits a moment later as she grinds down on the problem student's face.

Honestly, this wasn't something Ranma would normally be on board for… but he was pretty sure after all of this, that Ryuko wanted it. The only thing she'd denied in all this time was his assertion that she was a whore. Not once had she protested, even as he presses his cock up against her pussy lips. Perhaps the girl already knew that 'subjugation was liberation'. Perhaps she was just waiting for the right people to come along to subjugate her.

Regardless, Ranma can tell, fairly easily, that Ryuko Matoi is enjoying this experience just as much as he and Satsuki are. He doesn't think he could have continued if she wasn't, but her pussy walls are gripping tightly at his cock, she's orgasming quite frequently around his pistoning member, and from the sounds of Satsuki's groans and moans, she's even began to eat out the other woman, submitting to her as well.

Sure seems like Ryuko is on board with all of this, and not for the first time, Ranma wonders if the two girls planned all of this, if Satsuki put Ryuko up to this and Ryuko went along with it so that she could get some. But nah… that would be ridiculous. Chuckling, Ranma just keeps on fucking Ryuko with all his might, while Satsuki continues to hump away at the bound girl's face.

If this IS the kind of game his girlfriend wants to play with him… well, he can get on board with it, truly. He's having the time of his life here.

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Satsuki can hardly believe her good fortune. She can hardly believe what she's doing as well, knowing that she's acting a bit… well, a bit improper. It's inappropriate to be treating a prisoner like this, and Ryuko is most definitely a prisoner. Satsuki had had plans for how to deal with this latest rebellious element within her Academy. She'd been trying to suss out exactly where Ryuko had come from, and who the other girl was working for.

Sure, Ryuko had made some bold declarations, and sure she had a Scissor Blade, and Satsuki DEFINITELY recognized that… but still, there were too many question marks around the girl, so until now, Satsuki had refrained from making any sort of move. As is, Ryuko had ultimately bit off more than she could chew in trying to go after Ranma. It certainly spoke to the girl not having very good intelligence, because Satsuki was pretty sure even her MOTHER knew better than to send men after her new boyfriend at this point… or at the very least, her mother's people, the ones assigned to put Satsuki in her place, certainly knew better.

Ranma was not a way to get to Satsuki. If anything, Satsuki thought she might be a way to get to Ranma, but even then, she had every confidence that he would save her if need be. And wasn't that a startling realization, that she was okay with being saved, with being a damsel in distress… so long as it was Ranma. He just… he invoked something in her that Satsuki couldn't explain. And from the look of things, he was invoking it in Ryuko as well.

Pulling back, Satsuki grabs Ryuko by her shoulders and lifts the bound girl up off of her desk. Eyebrows raised, Ranma reaches down and grabs Ryuko by the ass cheeks, lifting her up as well and following Satsuki's lead. In an instant, they've gone from pleasuring themselves on Ryuko's body, to him standing there, bouncing the bound girl up and down on his cock.

No longer gagged, Ryuko is very vocal, though nothing actually intelligible comes out of her lips. Instead, she's left moaning wantonly, cross eyed and flushed with arousal, pussy no doubt clenching and squeezing around Ranma's magnificent member as he bounces her up and down on his dick over and over again, fucking her standing up nice and hard.

Satsuki knows what Ryuko is feeling. After all, she's had Ranma to herself all this time now, and she absolutely loves it when he fucks her so hard, she can't even walk or think straight for hours after. Grinning, eager to use that aspect of his powerful libido to her advantage now, Satsuki saunters over to a nearby cupboard on only slightly wobbly legs. Reaching inside, she produces a nice, thick strap-on from within. Not as big as Ranma's cock, but then given what she had planned for it, it really didn't need to be. Nay, it SHOULDN'T be.

Giggling a bit uncharacteristically, but nonetheless excited, Satsuki puts on the strap-on, securing it tightly to her crotch. Then, she reaches in and pulls up the lubricant, smearing it all over the thick, fake phallus, coating it until the fat dildo is glistening with lube. Only once she's done that does Satsuki turn to Ranma, who having seen what she's doing, has stepped out from behind her desk and is now standing in the middle of the room facing her, leaving Ryuko to rest her head in the crook of his neck as she moans and mewls and pants with need.

Striding forward, Satsuki's smile only widens when Ranma spreads Ryuko's butt cheeks apart for her, exposing the defenseless young woman's back door to Satsuki's predations. Not bothering with giving the other girl any time to truly prepare for what's coming, Satsuki walks right up, places the tip of her lubed strap-on against Ryuko's sphincter, and begins to drill in on the spot, pushing into Ryuko's back door without so much as a by your leave.

The squealing is music to Satsuki's ears, and the shrieks are delicious as Ryuko's entire body tenses up, her head whipping around. Reaching out, Satsuki relies on her instincts, and they tell her to grab onto Ryuko's hair and silence her with a kiss. So that's what she does, kissing Ryuko and tasting her own pussy juices on her lips as she dominates the rebellious young woman's mouth with her own, forcing her tongue right down Ryuko's throat when the other girl simply can't fight back, getting fucked in both of her lower holes as she currently is.

When Satsuki finally draws back for air, she keeps a hold on Ryuko's hair and leans in close, breathing hot air across the other girl's neck and ear, even as she whispers to her.

"Everything will be better if you just submit. Ranma and I will take care of you from now on. You just have to give up. Let us make the decisions for you… everything will be better."

Ryuko doesn't give an answer verbally or anything like that, but as she feels the other girl shaking and spasming her way through yet another orgasm between her and Ranma, Satsuki smirks, knowing it's only a matter of time now before the answer is 'yes'. Ranma… Ranma is her secret weapon. And Ryuko has completely fallen to his might.

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