Federal Genital Inspector: Clearing the Quota

To paraphrase a quote that she'd learned in her World History class: A single act of oral sex was a tragedy, a dozen was a statistic. It was amazing how quickly repetitive acts could become routine, even when they involved licking the genitalia of a range of people that she had no serious attraction to. The nausea she'd first felt after her time with Genma, and the mortifying embarrassment she'd felt with her first time with Ukyo were slowly becoming distant memories with each new cock or pussy she moulded her mouth on. 

As soon as she realised that she couldn't find Ukyo, Akane set out to complete the rest of her quota with an almost fatalistic sense of determination. So the power behind the Badge was a perverted bastard that was likely going to keep escalating until she cracked. Well, fine! The power hadn't reckoned on her being the heir to the Tendo School of Martial Arts! She wasn't some delicate wallflower who would break so easily! 

If she had to suck so many cocks and lick so many pussies in one day, then by god (or whatever demon was responsible for her situation), she'd do it under her own terms with her head held high!

“Miki, could I talk to you and the others for a second?” she politely asked, holding out a hand to stop one of the primary gossipers in her class as they walked past her down the hallway. 

Miki looked over at her two friends, before turning back and nodding. 

“I've had reports that you're sporting illegal genitals,” Akane added, her smile insincere as she held up her badge to the girls who were likely most responsible for spreading the newest rumours about her. “I'm going to need to inspect them to see if they need to be confiscated.”

The look on the three gossipers' faces were hilarious. But not as hilarious as the faces they had a few minutes later when they orgasmed their release all over her increasingly experienced tongue. All-in-all, it was well worth her subsequently being five minutes tardy to her first after-lunch class.

Kodachi tugged at her starched collar as she leapt from roof to roof. After her unfortunate run-in with Federal law, she'd spent the last twenty-four hours going through a rapid roller coaster of despair (at her new state of genitalia) through to steely determination. If the only way to rescind the government confiscation of her womb was to woo a girl, then she would move Heaven and Earth itself to accomplish it!

School was cast aside in favour of her new quest to find the right woman to court. She'd spent the remainder of the previous day using her wealthy status to fast track a hand-tailored suit to project her new status as a... sort of... guy. After all, while she may not have any experience in seducing the fairer sex, she knew what she herself wanted in a guy. All she had to do was live up to her own ideal, the Knight in Shining Armour that Ranma had so envisaged, and any cultured girl would rightfully swoon into her arms!

Unfortunately, finding the right girl was proving to be harder than she'd anticipated. She'd already spent the last few hours bounding from rooftops to lamp-posts to traffic lights she scanned the streets for a girl worthy of her attentions. So far none – not even a diamond-in-the-rough female equivalent to Ranma – had appeared out of the sea of peasants below. Were she fighting for any stake lower than her very femininehood she might have despaired at the seeming fruitlessness of her quest. Thankfully, the high stakes that she was playing for was all the impetus she needed to continue her search as she roved further and further from her home grounds.

She was about to leap off her current perch, a store's advertisement sign, when her brain caught up to the image that her peripheral vision had caught. For a moment she teetered, before her right hand shot out to arrest her momentum, allowing her to turn and observe her prey future girlfriend.

The very ideal of a mature yamato nadeshiko was walking down the street opposite her. Clad in a flattering kimono, the traditionally clad woman with a fetching short-cut of reddish-brown hair stood out among the western-clothed people around her. Kodachi's sharp eyes took note of the long, cloth-wrapped object that the woman carried over one shoulder. With her well-versed background in the arts of cheating concealing weapons, it didn't take her more than a few moments to discern the cloth moulding itself vaguely into the shape underneath of a sword. The woman managed to make carrying the object look elegant, even when she was also carrying bags of groceries in each hand.

Kodachi blinked as she stared at the woman. This... this was the answer to her prayers! The girls of her own age were crass and shallow. But a mature, refined woman like this appeared to be worthy of the attentions of someone of her pedigree. A noble samurai lady, who never let her weapon leave her reach, even when heavily burdened with bags!

The Kuno girl opened her mouth to let out a triumphant noblewoman's laugh, before she stopped herself short. Would a noblewoman's laugh be appropriate, considering the decidedly male appendage that she now sported? Unfortunately her childhood deportment lessons had failed to cover the correct social cues for when you were Federally re-classified as a shemale, a glaring and unforgivable oversight of her old tutors. With a shrug, she decided to do much as she'd done with her clothes, and act as the man of the set.

With a casual leap, she landed in front of the woman and slightly bowed as she dredged up lessons learnt from long exposure to her elder brother. “Greetings, my good woman. Would you allow me to aid you in carrying your bags?”

Nodoka Saotome blinked at the strange person in front of her. The dashing girl looked like she'd come straight from the stage of a Takarazuka play, in her overelaborate suit. Secretly, she'd always loved seeing plays done by that troupe, where even the women could be capable of convincingly portraying the manliest men possible.

Smiling, she nodded. “My, what a polite young girl. Yes, thank you.”

Kodachi nervously cleared her throat, even as she took the majority of the bags for the woman. “Ah... yes. 'Girl'. About that...”

Akane frowned as her entire class, including the teacher, jumped up and started to rush for the exit as soon as the final bell rang. Was there a sale on or something? She put it out of her mind as the last of the stragglers walked past her towards the door. Before she could even second-guess herself, she pulled out her badge and held out her hand to stop the final three stragglers from going past her desk.

“Arata, Eiji, Isao. The three of you never joined in on the morning attacks against me. I think I need to inspect you all to see if there are any issues you need resolving.”

A couple of minutes later, she was in the nurse's isolation room with three pants-less boys standing before her. 

Akane looked at the three cocks that were pointing at her, taking in the time to compare them to each other. She'd known two of these boys – if only in passing acquaintance – since kindergarten. The third she had first seen in junior high. None of them had ever made her wonder what they looked like naked, but she had to admit it was interesting, in a sort-of forbidden-knowledge way, to see what they hid behind their clothes. It wasn't even perverted., not really – it wasn't like she wasn't particularly attracted to any of them. But it was kind of nice to satisfy that all-too-human spark of curiosity.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, she grasped the shaft of the first boy. The longest, but also thinnest of the bunch. Not that he was anywhere near as big as she remembered Ranma being – let alone Ukyo's.With the same kind of distracted determination that she might apply to doing her maths homework, she leant her head forward and proceeded to work her way to her third sperm meal of the day.

The fourth and fifth followed soon after as she reduced three of the few boys in this school who'd never been interested in dating her to groaning, weak-kneed puddles of orgasmic bliss. 

Ha! Take that, Pervert Badge! Just like everyone else, you underestimated me! Well, whatever you throw at me, I can take!

Satisfied with her work, she left the three boys to clean themselves up as she headed for the school's exit. 

She'd reached the entranceway, when she started to hear the raucous cries of a crowd. Frowning, the Tendo girl followed the noises outside. Soon enough, she rounded a corner of the building to find most of the school surrounding a roped-off combat ring that hadn't been there this morning. Spotting her two friends, she walked over to them as she tried to see what was happening over the taller people in her way.

“What's going on?”

Yuka turned to her in surprise. “You don't know?” She blinked, before realisation hit her. “That's right, you were busy with us in the morning, and you disappeared again for lunch when we were told by the others. Apparently Ukyo challenged Ranma to a fight before classes today. Apparently they knew each other when they were k1ds. Between this, Mousse, and that Ryoga guy, I'm beginning to wonder if Ranma pissed off everyone he's ever met.”

“Probably,” Akane muttered. Ranma did have a habit of being a bit of a jerk, after all.

“The new kid's put on a pretty good showing,” Sayuri added.

Akane blinked as she looked at the combat ring. Well, that probably explained where Ukyo had been during lunch – she'd probably been constructing this thing.

Any questions the girl had were cut off by a collective “Oooh!” from the crowd – the kind of noise they usually made when someone had dealt a decisive blow. 

Any thought of continuing the conversation left Akane's mind as she used her superior strength to push her way through the people blocking her view. Her eyes widened as she spotted Ukyo, who was slumped over the ropes of the ring, as Ranma perched nearby on one of the posts holding up the arena.

“Seriously, Ucchan, I've had it up to here with this. What the hell do you mean 'I left you behind'?” Ranma blinked, assessing his foe, before drooping his shoulders a little bit. “...Annnd you're ****. Great.”

*written by Ann