Today was, perhaps, the cherry on the Awful Sundae that had become Akane Tendo’s life.
It wasn’t enough that she had to be constantly harassed by a horde of wannabe rapists who’d love nothing more than to clonk her over the head and take her out back for a “date.” It wasn’t enough that the leader of these wannabes was lead by a delusional moron who seemed to think a kick to the face was a declaration of love. God had decided that it wasn’t even enough to learn that her father had arranged a marriage for her or one of her sisters without their consent. No. She had to be the one the entire issue was thrust on her because, for some bizarre reason, herself from the future showed up in a fucking wedding dress.
So Akane did what she always did when the frustration in her life became too much for her. She trained. She went through every Form of the Tendo School she knew. She broke bricks. She obliterated a poor training dummy. Finally after what seemed like forever, she stopped, covered in sweat and panting.
She felt a little better. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she guzzled down a bottle of water. That’s when, without her own noise to cover it up, she heard it.
It was a rhythmic series of thuds. The sound was coming from underneath her. Was something in the basement storehouse under the dojo? Frowning, she wondered if a thief was trying to steal her Family Arts secrets!
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Akane stealthily slipped into the basement. It was dusty, after all nobody really came down here much. Peering into the poorly lit room, she could hear the sounds of… something.
Sneaking further in, she heard what sounded like.. like someone moaning? What? She crept towards the source of the thuds and moans…
“This is probably your fault.” A voice that sounded both familiar and yet not came from the other side of a shelf full of scrolls.
“How the hell is it my fault?” A male voice responded, followed by a quickening of the pace of the thus.
“You’re ...ah that’s it… the one who drags me into this stuff!”
“Bulshit! Need I remind you of all the people who ask you guys for some weird thing? The Oni? Or How about Ryugenzawa?”
Wait? Ryugenzawa? That place sounded familiar.. What were these two talking about? Curioscity winning her over, Akane crawled over to the end of the shelf and peered onto the other side. Her eyes nearly fell out of her head at the sight. It was her future self and the future Ranma.
Furthermore, they were both naked.
Future Akane’s back was pressed against the wall, and Ranma was standing in front of her. Akane could see every inch of his muscular back, the powerful looking arms were holding Future Akane by the hips. She found her mouth dry at his firm, perfectly muscled ass.
As to the source of the thuds? It was Future Ranma doing his best to pound Future Akane into the wall using nothing more than thrusting his hips into her. Future Akane’s feet were not touching the floor, her legs were instead wrapped around his waist.
Even as this carnal scene continued before Akane’s eyes, the two were still bickering!
“Oh whatever.” Ranma grunted, sliding her up and down, “We can figure out what weirdness sent us here later. We got something more important to talk about.”
“And what would that be?” Future Akane asked, her nails digging into her lover's back. Akane could see what looked like quite a few thin scars on said back…
“Why the hell did you agree to that stupid wedding?” He asked.
“Oh come on Ranma. It’s obvious. You love me.” Was her answer.
Akane saw Ranma freeze. He wasn’t doing anything but hanging on to Akane when she said that. “What… err… um….”
Akane’s future self let out an annoyed sigh, and absent his motions began thrusting herself into him. “Come…. on! Ranma! I heard you say it! I know I did!” With one final push, she somehow forced herself away from the wall, pushing him to the ground. This gave Akane a complete, perfect view of her.
In horrified fascination, Akane learned two facts about herself two years hence. First, she would grow at least one cup size bigger. Second, for some reason she was going to be shaving between her legs.
Ranma let out a groan at the change of position, not that he seemed to complain much. One hand slipped up to grab at her breasts, but the Akane there slapped it away. “Not until you talk some more.”
Ranma clicked his tongue in annoyance, before his hands wandered back to her hips and began helping her bounce. Any male would have been mesmerized by the sight, and the man she was riding certainly was. The voyeur was too mortified. “Well… OK.... fine! That still doesn’t explain why you were OK with getting married right then.” He was dodging the question, but neither Akane cared. The one on top of him was enjoying the feeling of the large object pushing inside her too much to protest about that any more. The one watching wasn’t really in the proper state of mind to do much thinking.
“The… ohhh deeper!” Akane groaned out, “The… I did it for a cure.” Ranma reached up and began squeezing her breasts. “Dad got his hands on…. on water! Water from the Spring of Drowned Man! He said he’d give it to you as a wedding gift.”
“The hell? Why didn’t you mention that first!”
“I… ah… wanted it to be a surprise.” She said, “We were about to get married in a moment anyways…” She let out a odd mix of sigh and shuddering moan, before leaning down and kissing him. It was a hell of a kiss, that was for sure. Not like any of the chaste, sweet little kisses that had filled the present Akane’s romantic fantasies before.
No. What she was seeing the two doing was not anything like the innocent younger Akane Tendo had imagined. Even her rare sexual fantasies involving her crush Dr. Tofu had rather childish. Nothing compared to the raw animalistic passion the two before her were doing. Their kiss ended, a trail of saliva linking their mouths as they parted. Ranma reached up and softly stroked her cheek. As if that was a signal that talking was done, the two increased their already brutal pace.The future Akane’s back arched, moans of pleasure escaping her mouth, raising her body and slamming it down to meet Ranma’s powerful thrusts.
Akane realized around this juncture that she was going to need a new pair of underwear. She was actually getting turned on by watching this other Akane gleefully ride that perfect male body… maybe the Ranma of her time had a similar figure… no! She banished such perverted thoughts from her mind. Now was not the time to think about such things!
Tue Mar 01 06:22:02 2016
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