Reflective Seduction: Ranma's better halves

Unending BE - episode 876746

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Love has been a driving motivator throughout the vast majority of written works since the very invention of stories themselves. Many of the greatest stories ever told centred around the love one character felt for another. Romeo and Juliet is held up as the staple tragic example of the genre. Two lovers, who let their love burn like a flame even as they must keep it secret from their families that loath one another. The flame burned brightly and then died, tragically, inevitably. Then what of Lancelot and Guinevere? A love that shook the perfect kingdom, drove it to its knees and began the chain of events that inevitably led to its destruction. Ah, but it is not always the case that love does destroy those beholden to its tender yet vicelike grip. For even though there are stories that use love to motivate characters into self destruction, it is not always the case that love leads those held by it into self destruction. Love pulls people together. It gives them strength to overcome tremendous difficulties, and how many times have we rolled our eyes at the phrase “happily ever after”?

“You’re so cute!” the boy said to the girl.

Take the strange case of Ranma Saotome and Akane Tendo, just for one example. Though this may be a fair bit of a step forward from the events unfolding now, consider the fight at Jusendo between Ranma and Saffron. Though not a god by any means, he was a being capable of incinerating mountains. A flying nuclear reactor that could almost certainly take on armies single handedly. Brought low by one man and a doll. Ranma should have died. Even with the aide of the Kinjakan, he would have been incinerated. His love for Akane and his desire to save her helped tremendously, just as her love for him gave her the strength and courage to use even her shrunken doll form to help him live. When that day comes, they will save each other because it is the right thing to do. Because of love they shall succeed.

“But not as much as you are handsome!” the girl replied.

The point is that love is like all emotions. In some cases it gives us strength, in others it makes us vulnerable. The only thing that matters is the context, and what the individual does regarding the emotion that they feel. Why not take the case of an unfortunate young woman that performed her own telling of the ending of Narcissus’ tale. She stared longingly into a mirror, finding herself too beautiful to look away. Years later she fell ill and died, little realising that as she regretted not having a boyfriend that she had inadvertently used her family’s inherent magical power to inflict a dreadful curse upon the mirror. Now, whoever looked into the mirror would have to contend with a lookalike that would emerge from the mirror and aggressively flirt with the opposite sex. In every other respect this copy would be the same as the original, and in all cases the original always found the duplicate to be a major nuisance.

“Look at them. They’re the perfect couple.”

Ultimately the family had found it necessary to place a curtain seal over the mirror to prevent anyone from looking into it. In the event that circumstances conspired to prevent them from being able to do so, they also had to be able to engage in the preparation of a replacement seal, which would usually take a week to create. In the meantime, the copy could run free and wreak havoc, and always conspire to find a way to stay free of being sent back into the mirror from which they came. And since Ranma Saotome was the least lucky person in Furinkan, he had managed to look into the mirror twice: Once a week previous in his girl form, and the other a week later when they tried to return the copy to the mirror, resulting in the breaking of the seal once again. This one was male, and upon seeing the girl copy instantly fell head over heels in love. The feeling was mutual.

“Can’t you do anything about their lovey dovey act?” Akane asked Ranma, just when the annoyance at the two copies bubbled over to a point where she couldn’t hide it anymore.

“We had enough trouble controlling just the girl,” Ranma replied, continuing to eat his lunch. “At the very least, they’re keeping each other out of trouble.”

Looking behind her at the two of them, holding hands and staring loningly at each other, Akane had to admit that he had a point. The girl alone had wreaked havoc over the course of last week. Trying to keep track of both of them would’ve been almost impossible. If any of the girls that were after Ranma found out about the guy copy and how he went after girls... That couldn’t end well. It just couldn’t. As annoying as their constant braying and cooing over one another was, it was preferrable to the alternative.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” the male copy said. The girl copy was looking over at her with an annoyed expression on her face. Hardly surprising given how she had (incorrectly mind you!) accused Ranma of being in love with her over the course of the last week, and thus being the main obstacle between the two of them getting together, when the truth was probably closer to being something like... I don’t know, how utterly gross it was for the two of them to be an item maybe? That might be a little offputting, right? A little less offputting was the manner in which Ranma’s ego about his own looks as either a boy or girl were coming through in both copies, as they were both completely smitten with each other. Akane knew enough to know that she knew nothing about psychology, but damn did she ever wish she could get a psychiatrist down to look at this mess. Who knows what he’d have to say about it?

“It’s nothing dearest,” the girl Ranma said. “I just don’t particularly care for the jealous fat girl that can’t express how she really feels. Nor do I care for the way she’s looking at us, with her ugly tomboy eyes.”

“I’m done, thanks!” Akane declared, taking the time to elbow Ranma in the ribs before she stood back up. “I’ll be in the dojo if anyone needs me.”

“It won’t work, fatty! You’ll never shed those pounds faster than you put them on!” the girl copy yelled, sticking out her tongue at Akane while pulling down her lower right eyelid.

“Even in your taunts, you’re just too cute!” the male copy said.
“Oh, you are such a charmer!” the girl copy giggled.

“Gag me with a spoon,” Akane sighed. There was saccharine sweet and then there was whatever those two were sitting right on top of it. She could only hope that a little training would help get it out of her system.

That night, one of the girl copy’s eyes cracked open. She crawled over towards the form of her lover, and looked between the two sleeping pigtailed boys she found, trying to figure out which was the real one. She balled her fist, struck it into her palm and smirked at the realisation. A minute later she was holding a glass of water that she carefully, impossibly carefully poured onto the chest of the one on the left. He didn’t wake up, but he did change into a slumbering form that looked just like her. Or rather, she looked just like the sleeping girl.

With a playful smirk, she lowered herself to her knees by the head of the sole remaining pigtailed boy in the room. It was time to wake her prince, and how more appropriate a manner than to lean in and slip him a little tongue? It didn’t take long for him to awaken, sitting up and pulling her into a seated position next to him so that they could kiss more easily. It was almost too difficult for her to pull away, but pull away she did. At his confused look she responded by raising a finger to her lips -which ached to rejoin his - and then she nodded her head towards Ranma.

He understood as she knew that he would and the two of them crept out of the guest room that the Saotomes had made their own. The both of them crawled along the floors making less noise than a falling leaf, with their ultimate destination being nothing less than the dojo. No resistance was met along the way. Once inside they both let out a deep breath, smiled at one another and leaped into one another’s arms.

“Oh, darling” the girl whispered, careful to keep herself quiet lest they awaken and draw attention to their midnight meeting. “I’ve ached to do this all day!”

“I know. I felt it as well,” replied the boy, his arms encircling her waist as hers did so around his neck. “You’re such a cute girl!” he whispered, pulling her body closer to his. “How could I not ache for this?”

This kiss was a continuation of their efforts upstairs, save that this time there was no concern that they may awaken someone sleeping a few scarce feet away. They began standing with their hands exploring the body of the other but did not remain long in that position. One of the girl’s legs hooked around the back of one of the boy’s, and moments later they descended to the ground with the girl sitting happily in the boy’s lap, without either of them breaking contact between their lips for even a second.

This was everything the girl had hoped it would be and yet she knew that this was only the beginning of what they were going to get up to tonight and for the second time regretfully drew out of the kiss so that she could say “Let’s get these clothes off so we can have some real fun.”

The boy grinned back at her, and pulled his shirt over his head in record time. She couldn’t help but marvel at the condition his body was in, though she had seen it before when Ranma had first revealed his curse. Still, beauty is beauty and sexy is sexy so she wasn’t complaining! She too tossed her shirt aside and the very next moment he was reaching for her breasts. Not that she could blame him. They were pretty spectacular.

“Oh, ouch, don’t be so rough with them!” she said, pushing his hands away in as coy a manner as she could manage. “Try being a bit more gentle with them.”

“Sorry. You’re just so sexy I can barely keep my hands off you.”

“Then don’t.” The next moment her trousers were kicked off and her boxers very quickly followed. She could see the tent forming in his own, and resolved that it was her responsibility to take care of it. After a full week of looking for a boy so she could experience intimacy, she was finally going to get it! “Take those off and come over here.”

He needed no further invitation and it provided her with a much better opportunity to take stock in what she was about to experience. Sure, she’d technically caught a glimpse of it with Ranma in the bath. But that hadn’t exactly been a good time to take a long hard look at it. Especially since it wasn’t quite so hard or for that matter quite so long. She lay back on the cold floor as he crawled over to her, drawing his cock level towards her by now sopping wet pussy. They were ready, they were alone. Nothing can stop them now.

Contrary to all the laws of the universe nothing actually did stop them. The boy move forwards, pushing his full length in and absolutely nobody or anything interfered. No sign of a sleepwalker, no sign of a lost P-Chan looking for Akane’s room, nobody in the house up for the bathroom or a glass of water wondering what that noise in the dojo was, not even Happosai returning from a late night panty raid.

“It-it’s so big!” whimpered the girl. She’d known that already by the sight of it, but the sight was nothing compared to the feeling of it inside her.

“Sh, it’s alright. Look at me,” her lover said. She did, and felt her heart begin to race. She knew he was handsome. He always had been. But now there was another quality to it, like she was seeing something she’d only ever see once in her life. She’d never experienced it with Ranma. His smile, the compassion in his eyes. It was wonderful, but nothing compared to what she felt when his face descended and once again they were kissing. Yes! This is what she had been missing out on! This is what the girl that cursed the mirror in the first place had denied herself with her vanity! And by all the gods was she an idiot for doing so!

The boy suddenly tensed up, and there was a new sensation of hot liquid inside her. Wait no! Not yet! It was just beginning to get good! He rolled over, breathing heavily and his dick rapidly deflated. “That was amazing,” he said.

“Maybe for you, but I’m not done yet!” Which was true enough. It had the potential to be amazing, but it had felt like she was right on the edge of something huge when he finally came. She wanted that little extra push forward and anything else would surely leave her feeling... empty.

“It’s a shame we can’t just do this forever,” the boy said with a whistful tone. “Couldn’t we just run away or something?”

“No, it’s not possible. These jerks don’t know it yet, but the old man in charge of the inn has a tracker spell active. He can just tell them where we are, and since we can’t get too far away from the mirror... They’d find us no matter where we hid.”

“Then I suppose we should just enjoy the week that we have,” the boy replied, kissing her shoulder in the beginning of a trail leading up to her neck. “I’m sorry that was too quick. Next time I’ll be a bit better. I know what to expect, you know?”

“I suppose,” the girl sighed. “After all, Ranma is supposed to be very good at picking up tricks from what I’ve heard said around here for the last week . I guess that means...”

An idea had struck her. An awful idea. I horrible, terrible, stupendous idea! It would never work. Surely not. Doomed to failure right from the start. But why not give it a go? It might be fun! The setup sure as hell would be, and let’s look over the possible outcomes of this scenario.

If they didn’t try the plan, it wouldn’t matter whether it would have succeeded or failed: They’d be sent back into the mirror.
On the other hand, if they did try the plan... If it succeeded they’d be free, and if they didn’t they’d be sent back into the mirror.

The strategy was clear. The course was set. It was completely insane, but that didn’t seem all that much out of the ordinary given the lives these people led. “Say my love, are you ready for round two?”

“Yep! This body has a pretty amazing recovery time.”

“Alright. But this time, I want you to pay attention to what makes me feel good. Then I’ll help you with your... stamina.” The girl let loose a wicked smile as she crawled towards her lover. “I have a plan. It’s insane and it probably won’t work, but it’s worth a try. Anything is at this point.”

“Oh!” the boy replied. “Well... what is this plan?”

She told him. He blinked twice, scratched his head, thought for a moment and said “I’m not even a day out of the mirror, and I can already say with complete honesty that’s got to be the craziest thing I’ll hear all week. I’m in.”

She squealed a happy squeal, and kissed him on the cheek. “I knew you’d understand! Now, let’s get this thing inside me again so you can finish off what you started!”

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Mon Jun 25 09:50:51 2012

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