Carrying a large box wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do, but Ranma could handle it well enough. He might not have been quite as mindlessly brawny as Ryoga, but he was more than strong enough to carry a heavy load like it was a bag of feathers. That wasn't to say that he was enjoying having to heft it around, but it wasn't a hassle. Still, he only kept a bit of a frown on his face and hopped from rooftop to rooftop with his package.
All the way home, he wondered just where he should go, but found that a specific place didn't really come to mind. Going to the dojo would be hard, given that everyone in the house, and many from outside, would go freely into it. On the other hand, heading into the room that he shared with his father would be a problem, seeing as the old man really did have a reason to be in there. As it was, he had little privacy, and knew that the possibilities for finding a spot where he could be alone were few and far between.
Growling under his breath, he ground his teeth in frustration. "Just where in the hell am I going to take this thing anyway?"
"Go to my room," came the low tones of Akane's voice.
"Huh?"
"Go to my room."
Confused by what he'd heard, he wondered if he was going crazy. It was like he heard her whisper a suggestion to him, but he couldn't see her anywhere around him. That made it almost as if he was hearing her in his mind, which didn't make any sense at all. About the only possibility that he could come up with was that his own mind had put some sort of plan together and told him what she might want him to do. Of course, he rather thought that it could get him into a lot of trouble, but it was the only thing that he had to work with.
Oddly enough, getting to the Tendo home and onto the grounds was the easy part. Trying to get such a bulky box inside and through the halls was a problem, though not because of a bad design. Rather, it had more to do with the unwieldy size and shape of it, as it did fit through doorways readily enough. He lucked out in that regard, as he didn't think that he would want to try opening it up outside.
At Akane's door, he hesitated, and not just because he needed to get his breath back after hefting the box up the stairs. Going in there was a big deal, and he was neither invited, nor heading in to stave off some trouble coming her way. Now he was merely going in there of his own volition, and hoped that she would not get too mad about him invading her privacy. Opening the door, he pushed the present in before following it inside and closing the door behind him. Frowning slightly, he moved his present to the center of the room before looking at the wrapping and realizing what he had to do. Grabbing at one edge, he tugged the paper off, freeing the box from its covering... and staring as he saw what was inside.
He had no idea of what exactly 'fully functional' meant, but what he saw revealed by the clear cellophane portion looked like a nearly naked and smiling Akane inside. With his jaw dropping, he had a moment where confusion set in and emptied his mind of all coherent thoughts. All that he could do was to send his hand shooting out towards the box, which sent the box falling onto its back.
Jolted out of his stupor by the sudden crash, he hurried forward, having to know what was going on. At the top of the box, he opened it up, and pulled the board that Akane was on out of the container and onto the floor. Once that was done, he leaned in and poked a finger into one of her bare shoulders, noting that her skin was smooth, with obvious muscle under the skin, and a warmth to that body that added to the likeliness of what he was beginning to understand was the case. So he went in and tugged off the straps binding the familiar figure down, hoping from a check of her that he would get some answers as to what had happened.
That was when she turned her face towards him and spoke. "Hello, Master."
Stumbling backwards, he showed none of his usual grace as he sort of crashed his way over to her bed, dropping to sit down on the mattress. "Akane?"
"The one and only original. Well, not so 'original' since I got changed."
"Bu... bu... but.... That is...."
"I'm real," Akane told him as she sat up. "If you want, I could tell you everything about this room."
Hearing that reminded him of where he was, and a new panic settled in due to that. "Uhh... Gah.... I'm sorry. Really sorry...."
"What? Why?"
"I'm in your room!"
"Which is where I wanted you to be."
"Huh?"
"It's really simple. You can come in here any time that you want. Nothing's to be kept from you, so if you like, you can poke in the drawers or check out the wardrobe," she revealed as she got to her feet.
"But wouldn't that... I'd be getting into your stuff."
"Well, to be honest, it's your 'stuff' now."
"What is?"
"All of it. Even if I happened to be changing clothes, or in the bath, you could come right in and do whatever you want."
The strangeness of it all made Ranma's head pound and he stared at the girl that he'd thought that he'd known. "But ya'd kill me if I went and did that ta a girl...."
"True enough, but I've given myself to you, so I'm yours to do with as you please."
"What's that supposedta mean?"
"Weren't you listening to that shopkeeper? I'm your gift. I've given myself and everything I am over to you," Akane reminded him as she started walking towards him.
"How could ya do that?"
"I'm a doll now, your doll, willing and able to do whatever I can for you. No matter when, what, how, or why, I'll do whatever it is that you want from me. Nothing is to be left out, and that includes even the most intimate things."
"But that would meant that you'd let me.... That I could just decide to... ya know...." he murmured, giving her a concerned look as he did so.
"Exactly. And you know what? I'd like that especially."
"Ah, wouldn't that... oh...."
"Huh huh. Now, wouldn't you be so kind as to play with your doll?" Akane asked as she settled herself down to sit on his lap, taking one of his hands to rest on her own lap. "Please play with me?"
With the feeling of Akane's soft fingers on his, and the sensation of the bike shorts rubbing against his hand, Ranma knew that this was marking a major turn in their relationship, especially given how her tight ass was rubbing against his thighs, while:
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