Ranmasexual; Engagement of Lust
Unending BE - episode 876775
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A first impression is an essential part of any relationship. Much of
later opinions formed around a person tend to rely at least in part upon
that very first impression, no matter what circumstance may have led to
that particular encounter. It's all to do with how the brain stores
information. There's simply too much for it to take in on a daily basis,
so it only bothers recording details it views as important. To make
this process operate in a smoother manner, it takes many shortcuts such
as the reliance on first impressions of a person to determine what the
nature of their relationship was likely to be.
This was not the first impression Ranma had hoped to make. Not by a
long shot. Come to it, anyone that would say that they desired this
precise first impression surely had more than just a few screws loose.
For the safety of all concerned such people should be kept far away from
anyone that didn't already know them, for their own sake as well as
that of other people.
Why don't we break down that first impression a little? First he
shows up as a girl thanks to that dumbass curse, carried into the Tendo
home over the shoulder of a panda. Then he makes friends with a kind of
cute girl, they spar a little, play around, feel each other out in terms
of their level of skill. That part was good. Mostly. The panda thing
couldn't have been all that helpful. Unfortunately the nature of his
curse meant that he ultimately made two first impressions with everyone
he met. The first one had gone well. Wellish. As for the second one?
When the description of a first impression begins (or ends) with "he
was naked", it can't get much better from there. Yet it did. He was
stepping out of the bath at the time, hot water dripping down his body
at the very moment that the dividing door slid open and revealed his new
friend Akane. When the phrase "... and she was naked" happens somewhere
in the description of the first impression as well, that's when you
know someone took a hard left into fuckedupville.
So there they were. Two very naked attractive youngsters. She looked
at him looking at her looking at him, ad infinitum. Neither of them
moved, Ranma because he really didn't know what the fuck he ought to do
in a situation like this to prevent it from getting worse and - he
assumed - Akane because of the sudden shock of seeing him in all of his
glory rendering her incapable of doing... well, much of anything.
The short version was simple enough. Most of Ranma's mind was
panicking slightly, and a little embarassed. The rest was committing to
memory the figure hid only by a towel while ignoring the heaps of scorn
laid upon it by the majority of his embarassed mind. That small part did
so by saying "Yeah but come on, look at her!" to which the
response was "do you really want to point that thing at her right now?
Really? 'Cause that's what would happen!"
After about a minute of staring Akane closed the door and backed
away without making a single word. He let out a heavy sigh. "Well,
shit."
To an outside observer, Akane was pacing
around in her room trying desperately to figure out what even the fuck.
That's not what she was doing. Well, not exactly what she was
doing. The truth was much closer to the realisation that she was
currently of two minds, and it's best to take a listen to them both to
understand the situation properly.
'Who was that boy?' Akane thought as she walked away from her door,
with furrowed brows and eyes rapidly moving around betraying her
desperate attempts to think.
'Doesn't matter. Ride him. Ride him
until dawn on Saturday!' she continued, spinning in place and marching
with arm outstretched towards the door with a ravenous expression on her
face.
'It is Saturday!' she responded, jerking her hand away from
the doorknob with a shocked expression. She wheeled around and walked
towards her bed. 'What is wrong with me?!'
'Nothing much," she
reasoned, reaching once again for the door. 'I ignored my libido for
years at a time, and now it has woken up with a vengeance! Go on. Go on
and have a yummy little meal.'
She pressed her hands against the door, pushing back against it as
if expecting a zombie horde to try and batter it down. Breathe. Breathe
deeply. 'I am not a pervert, I am in control,' she repeated internally.
Right. Okay. So what she was going to do instead was walk out there in
her gi, look mister handsome stud right in the eye and ask him what the
hell he was doing in their bath. Then if the answer was satisfactory
she'd screw him senseless. No! Stop that! Control yourself! Control!
Akane went downstairs, then towards the bathroom, and caught sight
of the stranger walking into the family room. His gaze flicked towards
her, and on eye contact she could just about feel her resolve melting
into a puddle of sex. Or maybe that was something else, she wasn't used
to being horny enough to power a city.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked.
"I'm Ranma Saotome," he said, in part to her and in part to whoever was in the family room right now. "Sorry about this."
It was a good thing that her legs went so weak, otherwise she might have jumped him there and then.
She listened to the explanation with tremendous
patience, and felt rather glad that her sisters had by all appearances
mistaken her flush face for an angry blush. She watched as he sat there,
looking at just about anything but directly at her and she listened.
And she watched. And she memorised.
She gasped when his father tossed him into the koi pond, almost
swooned when Ranma appeared once again in female form - a very damp
female form with a shirt clinging to her braless chest - and amazed at
their martial arts skill. She could've won that spar at any point, which
prompted Akane to smirk a little bit. If she could control this
overpowering lust somehow then she had the perfect sparring partner.
Nobody local even challenged her anymore.
She scowled at Ranma's father for dragging him to such a dangerous
place simply because he couldn't read Chinese. Idiot. Her disgust wasn't
out of place either, given that her sisters reacted in much the same
manner. And all of that led to this moment, with her father patting
Ranma - still in girl form - on the back while smiling like a man that
had found a lifeline.
"Well, your problem's not so terrible after all!" he declared, and
goddammit she was not jealous of her own father for being able to stand
so close to the cutey like that! Ugh! "My daughter Kasumi, nineteen. And
Nabiki, seventeen. And Akane, sixteen. Pick the one you want. She's
your fiancee!"
'Pick me, pick me, pick me... what am I thinking, do not pick me! I
want to focus on training, not riding you from sundown to sunset!'
"I think he wants Akane," Nabiki said. The bitch. Akane honestly didn't know whether to hug her or strangle her.
"Yes,
Akane would be best," Kasumi agreed, and suddenly everything felt kind
of hazy. Was she or wasn't she getting what she wanted? It was hard to
remember for some reason."You always say how you don't get on with the
boys at school, right? Well, he is sometimes a girl..."
"Perfect for you!" Nabiki finished, slapping her on the back in a
reassuring manner that left no illusions that she was taking the piss
out of her little sister. Again: The bitch.
And the winner for
hardest thing she'd ever had to say went to: ""M-me? Marry that
pervert?!" The words burned the back of her throat, because she knew the
answer. She would. She would do it tomorrow at the crack of dawn, and
crawl on her hands and knees through hell itself to do it, but she had
to get away from him. Or her. Or both. Had to regain her sanity and
sense of self control. She had her pride. She would fight this every
single step of the way. If that meant driving him away, if it meant
making him hate her so that she could never give into temptation.
"Hey! Who's a pervert again?" Ranma yelled at her. Akane was. She
knew that. She was fighting it, but by all that was good in this
universe if she couldn't get away from this poor cursed boy then she was
going to slather him (or her) in chocolate, lick it off and repeat the
process until she was sick.
"Y-you looked at my body!" she yelled. Weak counter argument, and
she knew it, but whatever. Make him hate you. Make him despise you.
Because then the makeup sex would be so good. No, no! Wait! She didn't mean that!
"This is no time for fiancees!" Ranma harumphed, turning around and
walking out towards the front gate. "I have to head back to China, and
get a cure for this stupid curse! By the way. You got a pretty good look
at me as well! It's no big deal for me to see a girl's body, when I've
seen this one so many times. Right?" Okay, this was kind of new. She was
jealous of the very same person she was lusting after. That, that was
not normal. It couldn't be normal. Then again, there was little
normality to be found today. On the plus side, it looked like Ranma was
leaving, which was probably for the bst because if she wasn't gone in
the next minute she was going to surrender to this torturous temptation
and tackle Ranma to the ground. At this point it was getting more and
more difficult to argue with her libido, even with her family in the
room. That was pretty much the last barrier, and it was coming up with
some very persuasive counterarguments. "And I'm better built to boot!"
What. What did she just say?! Honestly, Akane didn't give all
that much of a damn about her physical beauty before today. It just
sort of happened what with genetics being what it was and her training
almost religiously. She had to beat up a whole bunch of boys at her
school every. Single. School day simply to get into the building. Which
was all kinds of fucked up by itself, but somehow Kuno managed to dwarf
that particular brand of oddness with his very own. The other girls
asked her how she did it, how she turned all the boy's heads and the
only answer she could give was a confused shrug. She was hot, and kind
of wished she wasn't because it made her life so much more difficult
than it needed to be. Had anyone else insulted her looks, she'd have
blinked and gotten back to lifting weights or whatever the hell she was
up to. It wouldn't have even phased her. Wouldn't have even slowed her
down.
But now. Right now. At that very moment, she felt something. A kind
of pain that was different to the physical pain she'd felt during her
time as a martial artist. It was deeper than that. She'd seen other
girls crying over some boy or other and completely not understood what
the big deal was, but now she could sympathise freely with it. The one
person she wanted to screw silly or even screw at all had just insulted
her figure. That triggered a switch in her head, that allowed her a new
outlet that was most certainly not lust by any means. It was but a
temporary solution, but right now she would take anything she would get.
It was a simple three step plan.
- Pick up the table.
- Slam it down over Ranma's stupid sexy, sexy head.
- Walk away before trying something on her unconscious body.
Even with her brief redirection towards rage, that last part was the hardest by quite a long, long way.
The bathroom was a sensible place to go after all that
craziness. Hopefully, by the time she got out Ranma would've woken up
and continued on his quest to get the fuck out of her life before she
got him to fuck her for the rest of their lives. If not, she'd hide in
her room and wait it out. Either way he or she would be gone soon and
Akane Tendo could return to her normal programming.
Unfortunately there was one small problem with that plan. A tiny one
that she hadn't considered, but was rapidly learning about. It had
happened without warning, but in hindsight... Oh, but in hindsight she
should've seen this problem coming. Let's do the maths. She was horny
for the first time in her life. She was completely naked and wet. And
she was rubbing a wash cloth all over her wet and naked and very horny
body. What does all that multiply into? Why, her hand misbehaving itself
and not listening to her brain anymore when it reached between her
legs! Which, of course, meant that she was now experiencing the rather
new sensation of two fingers plunging into her pussy, exploring it with a
thoroughness that she really, really wished Ranma's cock or tongue or -
hell his own fingers - would perform at some point in the - oh god what
was that? Do that again! Again!
To her surprise and shame, Akane whimpered in pleasure. She did not
whimper, dammit! She was a martial artists, and martial artists do not
whimper! Then again, nor do they masturbate while imagining themselves
being forced to the floor by a handsome, powerful pigtailed boy that
would plant a trail of kisses all down her body in all the right places.
And then when she was ready, he would line up his mighty tool with her
entrance, press the tip against her gingerly and with a simple thrust-
Akane thrust her free hand into her mouth, balled into a fist. It
was the only thing stopping her from screaming Ranma's name as she came,
and boy did she ever come. When she was finished, she felt more drained
than that one time she'd tried going 24 hours straight training in some
form or other. Right now she couldn't punch through a wet paper bag.
Present her with a balloon and she doubted she could lift it. She barely
had the strength to clean up the mess she made, and seconds after she
was done the dividing door opened. Akane committed the sight of Ranma's
naked body to memory, and sent silent thanks to whatever impulses had
possessed her hand that she had done that. If not, then she'd have her
legs wrapped around that pretty little head right about now.
'Feed the lust into the anger. Let the anger guide you out of this.
Do not stare at the completely naked girl with the smooth skin, perfect
curves and the sexiest whimper of fear...'
"Out of my way!" she
scowled. Ranma obliged, and gave her a puzzled look (in the eyes, very
deliberately in the eyes. Oh come on, check out what you insulted
earlier! Please?), to which she responded. "What's the matter? I thought
you said you saw your own body plenty of times." Akane pulled on
something to cover herself more effectively, and scowled at Ranma. "But
if you try to take advantage of that in any way, I'll pound your better
build to boot body with my very own boot. Got it?!"
Ranma nodded, and Akane made a point of getting the hell out of
there before she did or said something she regretted. She could already
feel her lust building back up, and she needed to get away from her
fiance lest she go completely out of her mind. Then again, it might
already be too late... Maybe tomorrow she'd have better luck getting
away from him, at school.
- The next day at school!
- *That night, Akane has a weird dream.
- It's hours before bed. Other stuff happens over the course of the day.
- Nabiki has twigged that Akane's not acting like herself, and decides to have some fun.
- Kasumi has twigged that Akane's not acting like herself, and decides to try and help her.
- Something else
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