Popping off of Ron's shoulder, Tara gazed down at him with undisguised heat in her eyes. "It's time Ronald. It's time and I won't wait anymore." After slowly straightening on Ron's waist again, Tara started rubbing her soaked, little pussy, up and down the length of his cock, lubricating it with her arousal.
Ron could only nod his understanding as he stared up at Tara's feverish expression. She really meant it. She really wanted him and she was committed to doing this. He was about to lose his virginity to one of the sexiest and most sought after women in all of Middleton. As his arousal reached a fever pitch, his cock strained against Tara's inner thighs and butt. It bounced against and hot dogged her wonderful cheeks, as she ground her pussy up and down its length.
Tara saw the barely restrained and frenzied lust couched behind Ron's eyes, and she knew she'd pushed the boy to the limit. She either needed to take Ron inside of her now, or have him lose it and take her instead. While that second option had some major appeal, Ron really was far, far bigger than her old boyfriend, and she worried that in his enthusiasm he might do her some damage. The fact of the matter was that some discomfort was inevitable. Ron's cock was humongous so no amount of finesse was going to change that outcome. He was also a hundred percent worth it. Tara took in Ron's eight pack abs, chiseled chest, the ropey muscles of his arms and the adorable expression on his youthful face and she felt herself burning up with rampaging lust...
Without a second of further hesitation, Tara drew herself higher above Ron's waist, reached in between her legs, and took a hold of the lead pipe that was his hot, hard cock. As his meat twitched and strained in her grasp, Tara kissed and bit at Ron's chest and shoulders. Then, after grinning down at her man's poleaxed expression, she slowly positioned his cock exactly where she needed it. They both shivered from head to toe, when his massive dickhead rubbed up and down the length of her hot, wet and oversensitive pussy lips. Then, with a low groan of excitement, she lowered her hips just a quarter of an inch. In the moments that followed, they both felt the bulbous head of Ron's cock begin to spread her lips apart, and they clutched at each other in their pleasure.
"Goddamn," Ron whispered out, in a voice heavy with sexual tension. Do you know how many times I've fantasized about doing this with you?
"If it's even a fraction of the times I've fantasized about you, then a lot," Tara whispered in return. "Still… It's time I make those fantasies of yours a reality." Tara straightened to her knees again, with Ron's cockhead nestled firmly between her pussy lips, and then with a deep preparatory breath and a wink, she began incrementally spreading her knees. As Tara's knees spread, her body lowered, slowly impaling her pussy upon Ron's more than impressive cock.
When chewing on the inside of his mouth wasn't enough, Ron started squeezing his hands almost hard enough to break open the skin of his palms. He was struggling not to immediately bust inside of Tara's too hot, too wet, too soft, too perfect pussy. Even though he was only inside of her a little more than an inch or two his restraint was already being tested. At least half of the problem was that Tara was whimpering, moaning and trembling, in all of the sexiest ways possible, causing his balls to clench almost painfully as a result. It wasn't all that mysterious why she was making the small animal noises that she was making, as she continuously took more of him inside of her. She was sooo unbelievably tight. God bless her, she was too tight if anything. It felt like Tara's pussy couldn't possibly take any more of his dick than it already was, and yet with every second that passed she was proving him wrong. By the time his cock was just halfway buried inside of Tara's infinitely soft pussy, Ron had his eyes closed, and he was praying for additional willpower from an entire pantheon of different deities.
"Oooohhhh Ronald, oh Ronnie ohhh God…" Tara couldn't quite believe just how full she was becoming and how much of Ron's cock she still had left to wrestle inside of her poor, desperately clenching pussy. Ron's dick was only two thirds of the way inside of her at this point, and yet he was already deeper inside of her than her old boyfriend had ever been able to reach. The dramatic difference in size wasn't because her ex had been small, because, point of fact, he hadn't been. Ronald Stoppable was... gifted, and Tara's pussy was never going to be the same again. Bring it on. Tara needed this, she needed Ron, and she needed him now. She clawed at the flesh of his back, as she braced her arms around his sides, pulling herself further down upon his length. In return, Ron started running distraction, by rubbing a hand up and down her back, pinching her left nipple, and sucking her other nipple into his mouth. At first Ron had stayed completely still as if he were struggling just to breath, but over time, it looked like he was regaining control of his body. Ron's thoughtful actions and just as importantly how sexy he looked while performing them, were making Tara's entire body feel like it was burning up. Suddenly, Tara decided that she'd take her time getting the rest of Ron's cock inside of her. Instead, she wanted to start showing him just how damned good she felt. After coming to a rest and gazing down at Ron with hooded eyes, Tara slowly lifted herself up until only his dickhead remained inside of her. Then she gasped in surprise, and her mouth dropped open into an O. In withdrawing herself from Ron's cock, Tara suddenly realized just how much she'd underestimated him. He felt soooo impossibly good! Gods! She was already trembling from head to toe, and her pussy was twitching all over Ron's dickhead like a vibrator. Good Lord… He was sooo damned big that he touched literally every sensitive spot within her with every tiny movement. Just withdrawing from him had caused his flared out cockhead to tug against her oversensitive inner flesh. It was as if Ron's cock was trying to pull her pussy inside out! The way he dragged against her every fold felt completely unbelievable, and so intense that just that one movement had almost made her cum!
While both shaking and gasping, Tara stared down at Ron's almost pained and feral expression. It appeared that she wasn't the only person who was too close for comfort, and that fact was enough to make her smile. "God Ron… Jesus your cock feels soo damned good... I'm, I'm oh God!" As she was speaking, Tara's legs had suddenly given out on her completely. With a squeal of both surprise and pleasure, Tara was impaled on Ron's cock with a loud and perverse squelching noise. Once again, Tara found herself obscenely stretched out over the absurd girth of Ron's cock. There was a major difference this time however. The depths of Tara's pussy had become soaked with extreme arousal since she'd withdrawn his dick from her core. As a result, she'd managed to take two additional inches of his cock deep inside of her belly. Holy Jesus... It felt like she had more dick inside of her than she had anything else. It felt like her womb was being hit by a battering ram. She was being reshaped to fit Ron's cock, and he wasn't even hilted inside of her. He would be soon though... Only two inches remained now, and then Tara would be completely filled. She also had a plan.
Slowly and with flair, Tara withdrew her pussy from Ron's cock again, and they both gasped for air through each other's hair. Then she dropped her ass and they both groaned hot air against each other's necks. Almost... Almost… Just one more inch. One more inch, and then she'd officially have both Ron's entire dick inside of her and his virginity… Tara squeaked aloud, as all of the sudden, Ron took a hold of her chin to lay a hard possessive kiss upon her lips. White hot bliss, passion, heat and the feeling of Ron's arms around her back. Tara dove into the kiss, plundering his mouth with her tongue as if it were the answer to her every prayer. Then it happened... Tara's eyes dilated wide like saucers, and she squealed directly into Ron's mouth. She'd finally felt it happen, with an earth shattering finality. In her surprise and excitement, she'd accidentally dropped all of her weight upon his cock again, and it'd finally happened. She felt an indescribable knocking feeling deep within her core and Ron's soft velvety balls resting against her ass cheeks. Ronald Stoppable was balls deep inside of her! Both the surprise of Ron's actions and the raw sexuality of the results, were just too much for her. Tara twitched and trembled and then crashed into a full on, brain breaking, orgasm, all over Ron's cock. Without any reservations, Tara embraced the red hot waves of her orgasm, but she could feel in Ron's clenching arms that he was fighting against his own. Gods… He hadn't even pumped himself inside of her yet. Just the act of hilting Ron inside of her had her cumming all over him like a broken water faucet! Before she even thought to say anything at all, words were spilling unbidden from her mouth. "Oh Ron! Oh, oh God! I'm full, I'm sooo full, I'm cumming! You're balls deep Ron, I'm cumming all over you! You're balls deep inside of my tummy!" Muffling a scream, Tara bit into Ron's shoulder as she vibrated through the rest of an orgasm for the ages. It was an orgasm and it was the bliss of supreme triumph, all at the same time. She'd done it! She'd finally done it! She was doing it. Ronald Stoppable's cock was completely filling her! She'd taken his first time! Worth it! Every second of waiting had been worth it!
The fact that Tara bit into his neck like a vampire without any warning whatsoever ended up being Ron's only saving grace. The pain and surprise of the bite momentarily distracted him away from how incredible Tara's pussy felt, which just barely managed to halt his own impending climax. As things stood, he was only hanging on by a thread and completing random strings of long division in his head to keep control of his body. Tara Strongwell, cheerleader and sexual fantasy for the lion's share of the boy's in his school, was spasming her way through what could only be a pretty nice little orgasm on his cock. As pleased as he was, Ron was also pretty shocked that she'd been brought to cumming already. They'd only started having sex a little over two minutes ago, and so far as he could tell he hadn't even done anything yet.
Nevertheless, the fact that Tara Strongwell was currently climaxing was both obvious and readily apparent. She'd wrapped both her arms and legs in a stranglehold around Ron's body, as she spilled pussy juices all over his balls and inner thighs. Her stomach muscles were also tensing like crazy, as her core twitched and trembled all over his shaft. The hot, wet, sucking sensation that Ron's cock was experiencing was beyond belief. He'd never experienced anything that felt even a fraction this good in his whole entire life, and his heart was pounding in his chest as if Shego was attacking him. Hot fucking damn... This sex stuff was awesome!... Ron thanked his lucky stars as Tara slowly came down from her orgasm, and he ran his hands softly up and down her back as if they were the most passionate of lovers. Despite his new and more assertive outlook on how he should be treated by others, he was finding it difficult to give a rat's ass about whether or not Tara wanted to be seen with him in public. Ronald Stoppable was having sex. Booyah...
"Oh my God... Ron... Ronnie... Your cock... Your cock is so... It's soooo gooooood, I'm soooo full Ronnie. I'm spread wide on your dick. Your cock head is pushing around my core Ron! It's pressing against my womb…" Slowly and haltingly, Tara's trembling arms pushed her face away from Ron's chest, so that she could look down at herself. Then she started panting in redoubled arousal as she took in what, until just a minute ago, had been her pristine, little pussy. It was stuffed to the brim with Ron's massive shaft, and reshaped into a perfectly formed capital "O". She was ruined for anyone else… God… Biting her lip at the raw shameless sexuality of the moment, Tara's eyes trailed up Ron's drool worthy body, to stare him in the eyes. Slowly and sensually, she ran her hands up her own thighs, to her belly and then finally up to her tits, where she cupped them, and tweaked her own nipples. When she saw that Ron was completely poleaxed by her performance, Tara gave the boy a pornstar's smile, and slowly squelched her pussy back up the length of his shaft. With a happy sigh followed by a throaty moan, Tara dropped back down, and was rewarded with the slapping sound of flesh on flesh. Both she and Ron groaned loudly in pleasure, and Tara licked her lips at the look on Ron's face. It was time… She was going to make her man cum like he'd never cum before… Tara rose and dropped a second time, then a third, then a fourth, and then she just didn't stop. It didn't take long for her to start riding Ron like the stud he was, and despite her intention to bring him to his end, it was her that was rapidly climbing towards a second orgasm. It couldn't be helped. Ron was filling her with so much rock hard dick that every little movement she made sent waves of pleasure throughout her entire body.
Ron groaned and tensed as Tara bounced her hot, wet and clenching pussy upon his cock, and her tits bounced in his face in completely mesmerizing ways. He took a hold of Tara's ass cheeks again, using them as support in order to move to a seated position. He was being drawn in by Tara's wonderful, perky, bouncing tits, and he absolutely had to have them in his mouth. It took at least three tries but eventually Ron's lips caught and sucked heavily on one of Tara's nipples. Then, as Tara's grinding and riding sped up even further, Ron decided to help her out. Grabbing a hold of his new lover's thighs, Ron started lifting and dropping the girl in time with her efforts, adding both speed and power to her movements. In turn, Tara's arms and legs wrapped around his back, and she humped down on him with wild abandon. Kissing was out of the question because Tara was bouncing far too quickly for that, but Ron licked and nibbled on whatever patch of skin he could reach. In return, Tara persistently sucked on the meat of his shoulders giving him even more hickeys as time went by. Every inch of Tara's piping hot, sweaty skin sliding along his body felt electric, and Ron found himself rutting up into her like a wild animal in heat. Despite the fact that they were both active and healthy, sweat bounced off of their bodies, their heartbeats sped up to a sprinting speed, and their breaths shortened to irregular gasps.
For the next twenty minutes, Tara straddled Ron's lap on the bed and rode his cock like there was no tomorrow. She was acutely aware that Ron was both injured and stitched up, so she did the lion's share of the physical work. At first, she'd managed to control her own body's reactions. She'd managed to power through several smaller orgasms without stopping or slowing her movements. Unfortunately (or extremely fortunately) she couldn't claim to be under that much control of her body anymore. As more and more time went by, the orgasms she was experiencing on Ron's cock kept getting stronger, longer and more intense, and it was beginning to affect her ability to control her limbs. As she was coming down from yet another completely devastating orgasm, Tara began to realize that she might not even be able to make Ron cum in time. She legitimately felt like she might pass the Hell out if she climaxed any harder than she already was, and if that happened she'd completely fail to get Ron off. There was just no damned way that she was going to let that happen! For the first time in her entire life, Tara Strongwell found herself desperately willing away the massive orgasm that she felt trying to sweep over her. At the same time, she found herself doing something that she'd never thought to do before. She started begging. Ron, Ronnie... Give it to me! You're a stud, a stud, my God, your cock is magic, its magic Ron. So please! God please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meee…. With a warbling voice that turned into a high pitched moan at the end, Tara latched her mouth firmly on the skin of Ron's shoulder. God help her, how was she going to hold out long enough?...
Unbeknownst to Tara, Ron was only a few moments away from cumming, and he'd realized that no amount of willpower, breathing exercises and or mental trickery was going to delay it anymore. Tara's hot, tight, wet, infinitely soft and clenching pussy, was persistently wringing out his cock, and he could feel his balls tensing up like a coil set to spring. That was also the moment when Ron suddenly realized how stupid he is. He didn't know! He hadn't asked! He had no idea if Tara was on birth control! He immediately realized that he needed to pull out ASAP, or risk having a teenaged pregnancy. After hauling in a deep and desperate breath, Ron gasped the words directly into Tara's bouncing golden hair. "Tara, Tara… I'm gonna cum any second, I've got to pull out or I'm going to…"
Instead of releasing Ron to cum all over her like she'd been planning, Tara tightened both her arms and legs around Ron's back instead. If anything, she only increased the speed and intensity of her riding in response to his words, because she'd just realized exactly where she needed him to cum. Normally she wasn't the type to play with fire like this, but now that she knew she was finally making "Ron the wonder virgin" cum, she was free to stop holding back her own impending orgasm. Ron's cock was... bliss. It was clearly designed to please, and it was pummeling all of the super sensitive and untouched areas in her core. Despite all of her efforts, Tara was awash in mounting pleasure, knew for certain that she was about to cum like nothing she'd ever felt before, and she wasn't going to miss out on that explosive orgasm for anything in the world. Popping her mouth off of Ron's newest and most vibrant hickey yet, Tara moan/yelled directly into his ear. "No! No! Don't stop! Never stop! Keep fucking me Ronnie! I need it! Cum inside me! Cum deep inside me! Fill me up with your cum!"
At Tara's words, Ron's balls immediately tensed right up against his shaft, and he growled like an animal into the hot and sweaty skin of her neck. "You want it, you got it Tara. I'm going to make a mess of you!" With that said he grabbed ahold of Tara's ass cheeks, so that he could lift her up and down the length of his cock like a damned rag doll. He'd lost any and all restraint, and proved it by punching his cock into her in very long, deep and hard strokes, over and over again like a battering ram. He somehow sped up those exaggerated movements, when in response he felt Tara scissor lock her legs together behind his back, and squeeze her tits directly into his face. At this point, he'd completely given up on holding back, and was just sprinting to his finish with every scrap of enthusiasm that he had to offer. That's the reason why he was completely caught off guard when just twenty seconds later Tara yowled like a cat towards the ceiling, scratched ten angry red lines into the flesh of his back, and exploded into an extremely dramatic orgasm. The moans/groans coming out of Tara's wide open mouth were completely obscene, her entire body was shaking like a leaf in a storm, and her pussy was contracting around his cock as if it had a mind of its own. All of the different stimulation exploded together with perfect timing to launch Ron right over the edge, and he roared his way into his own super intense climax. His cock spasmed, strained, and then finally launched load after thick load of boiling hot cum right where Tara wanted it. For the first five seconds of his climax, Ron kept pumping his cock within her in fast paced strokes, then, changing gears, he pulled down hard upon her body. Wrapping his arms around Tara's back, Ron pressed down on her thighs with his forearms, so that he was completely hilted within her. His bulbous dickhead ended up creating a perfect seal against Tara's core, as he launched half a dozen more boiling loads into her. In his half mad, fuck drunk state, his animal brain had him legitimately trying to knock Tara up. He didn't spare that fact a single thought whatsoever. In that moment, more than ever before, Ronald Stoppable was just taking whatever the Hell he wanted.
If you'd told Tara just a week earlier that an orgasm could be strong enough to make you see stars and almost pass the Hell out, she'd have smiled, nodded and then dismissed you as a liar. That was before. In the present, Tara was slowly coming down from a brilliantly bright and burning wasteland of unbelievable pleasure. She couldn't actually remember the last time she'd taken a breath, thus she didn't even know if she was just moments away from fainting. She twitched and panted her way out of her newest and most brain melting orgasm ever, and then slowly but surely normal sensations returned to her body. That's the moment she felt it. She felt Ron's lean, muscular arms pinning her to his lap by her thighs, she felt his hands digging deep into the meat of her ass cheeks, she felt his balls contracting wildly against the flesh of her inner thighs, she felt his shaft nearly doubling in size as it spasmed deep within her, and then she felt the burning hot torrent of his cum spilling out directly into her womb. God... Oh God!!!... There was sooo much cum, it was so hot and it was sooo deep within her! Tara immediately found out that she was nowhere near done cumming, and she choked in a desperate breath just to stay conscious throughout it all.
Ron and Tara were so involved in climaxing all over each other; they never even noticed the light show when it happened all around them. For a single, dramatic, moment in time, a bluish white light exploded out of their bodies, engulfing the entire room in a brilliant radiance. As fast as it happened it was gone, and neither one of them were any the wiser. For almost a full minute, they grunted, groaned and clutched at each other like a life line in a storm. They vibrated against each other and rested their chins on each other's shoulders, because it was impossible to maintain their balance on the bed alone. As they came down from the ruinous peak of it, they gasped and panted ragged breaths into the flesh of each other's necks. Slowly but surely, over a couple of minutes time, their heart rates finally returned to normal.
Ron pulled his face away from Tara's shoulder so that he could look her in the eyes. With just a glance he could tell that the girl was completely exhausted, and fading fast. She slowly opened her eyes to look back at him, smiled in a dopey fashion, and then pushed him back onto the bed. Over the next few seconds, she wrapped herself around his body and wiggled into him, in preparation for sleep. Considering Ron had been ready to pass out even before entering his bedroom, he was all for this new plan. Over the next few moments, he dragged a blanket over their still damp and cooling bodies and then turned off his bedside lamp. They'd have to shower in the morning, because right now Ron was far too tired to worry about something as trivial as basic hygiene. There was only one more thing that he was curious about enough to bring it up before he passed the Hell out. "Tara... I'm still inside of you…"
"S'perfect," Tara breathed out, in a loopy and contented whisper. "Sstay thissway..."
If he'd had the energy to do so, Ron would've nodded. He didn't. He only had the energy to complete his new nightly ritual. He needed to find his way into his Mindscape and he needed to do it now, before he passed out the normal way. Over the next few minutes, Ron loosely wrapped his arms around Tara's back and listened to her breathing deepen as she fell into a deep sleep. He used the tempo of her slower breathing to meditate his way into another state of consciousness.
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It shouldn't have been as shocking as it was for Ron to find his awareness inside of his mindscape, considering this was exactly where he'd been trying to end up. The surprising thing wasn't the fact that he was here, but rather how dramatically different the landscape looked from just the night before. Two nights ago, when Master Sensei had first assisted Ron in entering his mindscape, it had been filled with conflicting torrents of elements like darkness, fire, lightning, earth, ice and water and not much else. It had been made up of nothing but empty space going on forever, and yet it had been boiling over with different destructive forces. Ron had been forewarned that his mindscape was a reflection of his mental state, so he couldn't say he'd been all that surprised by what he'd found. Being forewarned hadn't changed much however, because all of the anarchy he'd found had still scared the living Hell out of him. Case and point, it'd been a struggle just to find a place to crash land when he'd first dropped into his mindscape like a meteor. What that meant was that he'd just been smashed back and forth in the mayhem for a good long time, like some kind of invulnerable rag doll. If it hadn't been for Master Sensei's verbal intervention and guidance, Ron never would've been able to get his mindscape under control. Left alone, he'd only panicked and the situation had become that much worse. Thankfully, by the time Ron's alarm clock had gone off, waking him up for school on Monday, he'd managed to put an end to the worst of the chaos occurring inside of his mind. Two nights of continuous work and fatigue had born fruit. He'd won himself a dark but calm landscape to float in. Still…
Why was his Mindscape so damned peaceful all of the sudden?
Ron's Mindscape was... plain... literally. It was a grassy plain, and it went on for as far as the eye could see in rolling hills… Other than the obvious fact that this was a vast improvement over the night before, Ron didn't know what to think of it at all.
"Stoppable San…"
"Yes Master Sensei. I'm here..." on Sunday night, it had been explained to Ron that Master Sensei couldn't enter his Mindscape, because it's an extremely personal and intimate state of being. What that meant was that the elderly man must've been sending out the empathic message he'd just heard, every few minutes all night, in order to reach him. It was a very gracious thing for the elderly man to do, and as a result, Ron started to feel bad for the fact that he'd been awake until midnight. Then he remembered all of the mind blowing sex that he'd just had, and he decided that it couldn't have been helped. Still, he owed the ancient Japanese man an apology for all of the inconvenience he'd caused. "Master Sensei… I apologize for making you wait. My original intention was to be in bed by ten Pm at the latest, but... life intervened."
"Ah… I see... I'm getting the impression what you just said is a quite the understatement." Master Sensei's voice somehow conveyed a sense of knowing, a hint of teasing, and not a little bit of good humor. "Is there anything about your evening that you'd care to share with me?"
"Well... I went on a rescue mission planned and executed by myself, for the very first time. My... ex-teammate Kim Possible was incommunicado, so I didn't have much of a choice in the matter." Ron had no intention of explaining his evening's sexual escapades, but he was happy to have someone to vent to about his near failure as an agent. Over the next few minutes, he explained the mission at Middleton Mall, and how his oversight had almost caused Monique to take a bullet. When he finally finished telling the story, he felt oddly empty. It was as if he'd squeezed out the worst of the negativity that he'd been carrying, but there was nothing else taking its place.
"Stoppable San… Were the authorities present at this… Middleton Mall, going to be able to safely end the hostilities? We're they a match for these... Fashionistas?"
Master Sensei's questions were leading Ron in an obvious direction. He played along anyway, because the alternative was to be a dick. "No... The Middleton Police Force doesn't have the tools or the training required to infiltrate all of the different future tech devices that modern villains use..."
Master Sensei's voice sounded calculating as he continued his questions. "Was there anyone else around that could have done what you did tonight?"
"No… No there wasn't. It was me or no one, because Global Justice was in Canada, and Kim wasn't around." Ron smiled because Master Sensei was good people…
"It sounds to me like you already understand where I'm going with this Stoppable San. I'll say it anyway. You did everything that you could, and the only person who demanded perfection from you tonight was yourself. I approve of your desire to be a flawless hero, but let us use… what is the term again?… Baby steps." Master Sensei sounded amused with himself.
Ron could only nod because it was all true. He'd tried his best, with very few tools or warning, and he needed to stop beating himself up over his mistakes. Still... There was one thing he could do to improve... "Master Sensei... I'd like to begin that martial arts training you spoke of last night."
"We spoke of training you only after we manage to get control of your mindscape, Stoppable san." Master Sensei was surprised that Ron was even asking about training, and you could hear the confusion in his voice. "Stoppable San… Has your mindscape become stable enough that you can focus on training?"
"Ummm Sensei… Literally all I have in here is space to train." Ronald looked around himself incredulously because… yeah space. "I'm in a vast and empty plain of grass right now, Master Sensei."
When he finally responded, Master Sensei's voice empathically carried far more surprise than his mild words would have conveyed alone. "Uhh ohhh. That's very… unexpected. I can think of only two reasons why your Mindscape would have solidified to that extent. One would have taken an absolutely massive spike in spiritual power, and the other would be due to decades of dedicated meditation. Are you sure you didn't use the Monkey Totem Power residing within you during your adventures tonight?"
Ron didn't have to think about it very long before he was shaking his head in a negative. Then he realized that his physical response wouldn't be conveyed to the elderly Japanese man, and he shook his head at himself. "No. I was scrambling and getting roughed up throughout tonight's entire rescue. There was nothing cool or capable about it. In the past when I've somehow tapped into the MMP power, I'm usually... better... more graceful, stronger..."
"Hmmmm. I see." Master Sensei's voice managed to convey curiosity, resignation and enthusiasm, all at the same time. "Well… As you said. You have a platform to train in, and so tonight you will train. Listen carefully, Stoppable San. I am about to explain the ninpo-taijutsu (unarmed combat) Katas that my order of martial artists have developed. Fortunately, the empathic connection we're performing to communicate with each other will make my explanations extremely effective. It will take you quite a while to become anything even resembling proficient at my martial arts, but if you're diligent, we might have you completing the forms by the end of the night.
After making himself comfortable in the grass, Ron nodded his head again like an idiot. Ugh... "You have my undivided attention Master Sensei."
For the rest of the night, while Ron was sleeping, he received a primer of sorts in Yamaneuchi's brand of ninpo-taijutsu, and he practiced the fundamentals. By the end of the evening, as Master Sensei had predicted, Ron really was performing the Katas. Unlike what Master Sensei had predicted, Ron was already showing remarkable amounts of improvement.
Unbeknownst to both Ron and Master Sensei, there was a very confused, disembodied spirit, watching Ron's training with great interest, from the sidelines