It turns out that the first scene went on way longer than I thought it would. While I'll count this as this week's update for this story, thus satisfying the voting game for the week I will probably do the rest that I mentioned in the discussion post in subsequent threads. Essentially splitting up the story in the same way that Cross C did with his latest Cocknosis Geass update.
Story continues from here.
The sound of flesh striking further flesh echoed throughout the dojo, with its only competition for loudest sound going was the yell from Akane's throat. The would-be dojo destroyer buckled as even his considerable girth was no match for the elbow strike to his sternum. But Akane knew it would not be sufficient to put him down for good! Indeed not, as his meaty hand flew down to scoop her up, but she was already moving around its deceptively fast arc. To be more accurate, she had planted all of her weight upon one foot and spun in place before leaping, spinning, into the air! What goes up must indeed come down, but her feet did not land upon the floor. Instead, they rested upon the dojo destroyer's back and the back of his neck while her arms clasped around his wrist like a vice. The dojo destroyer's own momentum brought him crashing to the ground and Akane held him there fast and true in an unbreakable armlock. He tried to stand up and earned a kick to the back of the head for his troubles. He would not try that again. Nobody ever did.
"I give!" the destroyer yelled. "I surrender! You win!"
Akane's eyes narrowed in disdain. "Not good enough. You thought you could come in here and take away my dojo, my birthright just because I'm a girl?"
"I was wrong! You're the strongest opponent I've faced in years! This is your dojo, your training hall and I'll leave it alone! Please, let me go, you're going to break my arm!"
She snorted and released him, rolling away into a standing position just in case he wasn't quite as honourable as some of the other destroyers she had faced before. He scurried off like a rat with its tail on fire while clutching his arm. Honestly, he was overreacting. She wouldn't have broken his arm. She was much too careful to do that, at least by accident. She looked around the room and felt a swell of pride.
"This is my dojo! And I shall fight tooth and nail to keep it that way!"
"Is that so?" a voice called from the doorway. Akane turned to look, and saw only a shadowy figure - maybe a half foot taller than herself, arms folded, and though she could not see his face she somehow knew that he was staring at he with an amused expression. Perhaps it was the tone of his voice, which for some reason had sent a shiver down her spine. "Your dojo, and yours alone?"
"That's right!" she said, sliding again into a defensive posture. "And if you're here to take it from me -"
"Take it from you?" the same voice said, and that same shiver shot right through her. He stepped forward, and Akane found herself looking into the blue, blue eyes of a boy her own age. Carrying a cheeky smile like his best and oldest friend. He shook his head as though somehow disappointed in her, and his entire body tensed up, then relaxed with his feet slightly spaced a little further apart than they had been a moment ago. "I have other plans. Come at me, and maybe you'll figure it out."
She needed little more invitation. That dojo destroyer hadn't even got her to work up a sweat. "If you're half as hot in martial arts as you are in looks, this should be a lot of fun!"
The boy smiled a little bit wider, and only then did Akane realise exactly what she'd just said. "I didn't mean it like that!" she exclaimed.
"Oh? Then... how did you mean it?"
He blurred and without warning he was right in front of her, leaning over so that their lips were mere inches apart and god but those eyes were blue. "Do you find me attractive?"
Her answer was an uppercut that hit only air as he leaned backwards, ensuring she missed by mere inches. "Shut up and fight!"Akane yelled, and followed up with a straight cross that he effortlessly caught. The jerk jerked her forward, pulling her into a grapple position, which suited her just fine. She'd soon take control and throw him across the room and why was he holding her hand like that, and why was his other hand resting on her lower back?
The mysterious pigtailed boy took a few steps to the right, and she found herself following suit. He took another step, turning around with her in place and though by now she had realised what he was doing, it was too late to stop him from spinning her in place and pulling her back into the same embrace. They were dancing! How dare he toy with her like this! She snapped her head forward, hoping to catch him with a headbutt, yet in a motion too fast for her to follow his head darted down and -
"Mph!" she half screamed, half moaned as his tongue introduced itself to her tonsils, promising that the two of them would become so much better acquainted over the next few hours, and - and her first kiss was being stolen by a boy she didn't even know! The realisation knocked her out of the stunned state of being she'd been stuck in, and she angrily pushed him away, but found that his grip around her waist was far too tight for her to properly do more than ensure that his sweet, sweet lips stayed well away from hers.
"How - how dare you! You - You!"
"My name is Ranma, not You." He spun her around again, and pulled her body closer to his. "And I think that you, Miss Tendo, have answered my question. You want me."
Another few steps and a spin, before crashing back into his warm, inviting arms. "No... No! I don't -"
He lifted her above his head and all her breath left her as he spun around, smiling up at her with that same goofy grin and looking up at her with those same endlessly deep blue eyes. "You want me," he whispered.
"No..." Akane whispered back. Her body descended as Ranma's grip on her shifted, and without missing a beat she slid down into a perfect dip. Now she was staring up at him, and all Akane could wonder is when her hands had decided to rest upon the back of his head like that.
Ranma pulled her back onto her feet and simply held her for a moment. Not saying anything, not doing anything. Just, holding her and looking at her with such tender affection that she found herself moving in for a closer look. Closer... closer... until she could feel his breath tickling her mouth. Closer... Closer...
And then she suddenly moved one step sharply to the left, twisted her body and threw the bastard to the floor.
"I'm not that easy to seduce," she declared. pinning Ranma by the shoulders. "Give up now, and - Uh..."
This wasn't Ranma, surely? That same handsome boy with the cheeky, charming smile? Whoever this was had many of the same features. The same hairstyle, the same blue, blue eyes, a similar smile that was more cute than charismatic, but... the face was softer. More round, more like a girl, an idea which those breasts certainly backed up. Whoever she was, she was every bit as cute as Ranma was handsome, and Akane could barely stand to look away...
"Or maybe I'm more to your taste?" the mystery girl stated.
"Wh- what's going on?" Akane demanded, and moments later she felt a familiar pair of strong arms grasp her waist from behind.
"We don't want to take your dojo from you, silly Akane," Ranma whispered into her ear, nibbling lightly on it.
The girl Ranma slipped out of her grip like it was made of wet paper, and snuggled up against her, resting that adorable head into the crook of her neck. "We want to share it with you!" the girl Ranma purred. "After all, it'll be so much easier to look after if we worked together!"
The dojo disappeared, and somehow Akane was in a luxurious bedroom lying on a deluxe double bed. How she got there didn't matter; in fact, the question never even crossed her mind because on either side of her the two Ranmas were lying there, kissing her and touching her and making her feel such wonderful things that she'd never felt before, and -
"You want us," they both whispered.
"Yes," Akane moaned. "Yes, I do!"
And then as the two Ranmas doubled the intensity of their ministrations, Akane began to hear bells echoing in her ears.
Akane sat up in bed short of breath and drenched in sweat. A fitful gaze fell upon the clock next to her - set for her usual time, and had woken her up just as always. Akane wiped the sweat from her forehead with her left hand and trembled. That dream. So intense! All about that weird boy, all about Ranma -
Thinking the name made her pussy twitch, and made her suddenly aware of the rather obvious fact that her right hand was currently stuffed down her pyjama trousers. That made her wince a little at realising what she’d been doing while having that dream.
And then a few moments later Akane arrived at a conclusion: Whosoever removed her hand from her trousers would surely become King of England.
Every time she tried, Akane felt this odd shudder pass through her that reminded her of yesterday in the bath. There was this odd pressure built up inside her as though she was almost, but not quite, fit to burst and when that happened, when she finally burst, it would be glorious! There was a door that could only be unlocked by her own hand remaining exactly where it was at this very moment.
Akane bit her lip in frustration, then rolled over in her bed. Her hips rose into the air as her face planted firmly into her pillow, held particularly against her mouth with her free hand while the other one furiously did its dirty, dirty work.
The process was immediately helped along with an assortment of memories from yesterday. Seeing that cute face, so shy and reserved. Walking in on that chiselled physique. Seeing the transformation from one to the other. Being walked in on by that sexy curvaceous adorable desirable -
“Ranma!” she moaned into her pillow, but to her mercy the sound came out more like “Mmmmph!” Hips bucked wildly and her limbs trembled as all muscle control put up a white flag in the face of such mindless gratification. For a moment she was weak as a kitten and had little choice but to rest briefly in bed to recover her breath and that lost strength.
A change of plans may prove necessary. If she was not careful, if she did not control herself just a little bit better than this in the future, then there was a very good chance that she might well take an action that she would surely later regret.
Though a traitorous thought struck her just then: The regret would surely come much, much later, and couldn’t hope to match up against the satisfaction and pleasure.
Akane had met the day with both dread and anticipation. How would it respond to her contradictory feelings? Pondering that question only made her feel both that much more powerfully as she left her room, clad in her morning jogging gear.
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