Story: ANDFR: Planning Ahead

Here it is, and I hope it meets expectations. Enjoy!



Ranma was never really known for his long-term planning ability. Short-term improvisation? He's pretty good. Beyond that? Not so great. He had a bit of an impulsive streak, didn't tend to think much further than his next move. He was a rather brilliant reactionary strategist, but lacked the patience to sit down and think through a longer-term approach for getting whatever he wanted.

Which is why the initial reaction to this turn of events was “don’t go to school, drag Akane off somewhere I can keep an eye on her, try to figure out what’s happened to me.”

The chain of logic that led to this decision makes sense on a cursory glance. He could hardly attend school in this condition. One single splash would result in much greater humiliation than it normally might. So, don’t go to school. Akane is behaving very much unlike herself and it would be best to keep an eye on her, so she’d better come along as well. This time would be well spent researching and investigating the mysterious transformation in an attempt to undo or at least gain some measure of control over it.

There was a problem with this line of thought, however. A rather significant problem that should have made itself immediately apparent with even the slightest bit of thought. To understand what that problem is, a simple question must be asked: In what way was Akane’s behaviour unusual?

Answer: She was trying to get into Ranma’s boxers.

Regardless of form, regardless of insults claiming otherwise, regardless of all other things, certain facts remained as indisputable facts. The first is that Ranma may currently have the body of a girl, but the mind is still that of a teenage boy. The second is that Akane was unmistakably a cute and attractive girl hugging onto Ranma’s right arm with determined affection, incidentally pressing his upper arm into her cleavage. That cute head rested angelically upon Ranma’s shoulder and her eyes were fluttering with enough adoration to completely melt Ranma’s heart every time he tried to tell her to cut it out.

The only time Akane’s head moved from that position was when she would randomly turn just a little bit and plant a tiny little kiss on Ranma’s neck, every bit as rapid and unavoidable as the best sneak attack ever conducted.

These things do add up, and even in a girl’s body there was a powerful ancient instinct in Ranma’s mind screaming various obscene acts that should - nay, must - be performed to, with and upon Akane’s body at the nearest possible opportunity.

In summary: Ranma was just a little bit distracted at the moment, which might explain rather adequately why he didn’t notice Ukyo’s oversized spatula heading for the back of his head until it connected. At which point there was only sufficient time for Ranma to say “And down I go” before crumpling to the pavement in a state of blissful unconsciousness, wherein lurked several wonderful dreams regarding his fiancee with each in turn featuring less and less clothing.

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“Jackass!” Ukyo yelled, feeling a small twinge of satisfaction when Ranma collapsed, and immediately turning her attention towards the other rightful target. “And as for you! You whore!”

Akane - being made quite aware of the enraged chef’s presence- ducked under the spatula, expertly rolled away and was up into a defensive stance before Ukyo could turn around.

“How long has this been going on?” Ukyo sniffed.

“Gonna have to be a bit more specific,” Akane said.

“Stop with that damned smirk! You know damned fine well what I mean! Your sister showed me the picture! The two of you, in the bathroom! How long?!”

“Oh, Nabiki! Does that girl have no scruples?”

Scruples? <i>Scruples?!</i> Here she was complaining about her privacy being invaded when all this time she must have been sneaking around behind everyone’s back with Ranma and his… massive… enticing… throbbing…

Ukyo shook her head clear of those thoughts. No, no, no! Inflicting righteous pain upon those who wronged you first, then worry about seducing him away from that flat-chested, uncute whore! Priorities, girl, priorities!

She hurled the regular spatula through the air where Akane had been standing a moment ago and cursed. It was easy to forget that the girl was a martial artist herself sometimes. Couple that with her own <b>righteous fury</b> and it was easy to see how she might get sloppy. Keep yourself calm, adjust for the movements and -

Where the hell did she get that trash can lid?!

“You know, you are kind of cute,” Akane said while plucking the hurled spatulas out of the lid. “Maybe if you ask nice, I can get Ranma to try out a threesome!”

Was this her true face Ukyo was now seeing? Was everything that came before a long, long game designed to throw off the competition? That was the only possibility that made any sense now. In which case - “You complete whore!” Ukyo screamed, and ran forward with the intention of showing Akane exactly what she thought of that particular idea.

The tomboy’s eyes widened and she crouched on the ground with the obvious intention of bracing herself with the assistance of the lid. Fat chance of that working! She could crush rocks with a decent blow. As strong as Akane was, this was going to hurt the little slut. Hurt her a lot.

Except that Ukyo should have been much more careful and kept a much better eye on what Akane was doing. If she had, she might have noticed the tomboy had - under the cover of the lid - hurled something onto the ground. Something which Ukyo stepped in on her mad dash. Something shaped suspiciously like a half-empty milk carton which may or may not have been retrieved from the same bin that Akane had taken the lid.

It was enough of a stumble and enough of a slip for the next step of her plan. Akane sprung into the second stage and leaped into the air like a tightly wound spring, colliding with Ukyo’s jaw lid first and sending the furious chef spinning in place.

Much like her fiancee, Akane was not so great at long-term planning but was rather good at improvisation. She simply didn’t have the same level of skill to back it up. On this particular occasion Ukyo had been far, far too enraged to take proper notice of her surroundings. There can be no question that other than this factor, the fight would have gone rather differently.

It was a bit of a mercy for Ukyo to realise that though she had fallen, her face had not collided with the pavement. That would’ve stung more than the lid. Instead she had landed in something… warm… and soft… a little damp… smelled kind of nice as well. Still feeling a bit groggy from that last blow, she pulled herself up and looked down. At which point her jaw went rather slack.

Had Ranma’s chest always been that big? She’d long known that Ranma’s girl form was a bit busty, but this seemed rather ridiculous! The fall didn’t appear to have woken Ranma up, which was probably for the best. But still! These were going to <i>wreck</i> Ranma’s back one day, no matter how big and bouncy and beautiful they were.

A rather tremendous force imposed itself upon the back of Ukyo’s head, and she once again found her face stuck within Ranma’s considerable cleavage. It was a grip like iron, and though she kicked and thrashed her adversary was easily able to walk around such assaults - particularly since Ukyo couldn't even see where she was supposed to be aiming them and had to guess from weight distribution.

“You are hot as hell, but Ranma is all mine. No sharing,” Akane said. “I mean, it’s not because I <i>like</i> him or anything. I - I mean, not - not really. He’s just way too hot! I just want him for his body! Not because I like hanging out with him! I only said that I liked him because - because it would get us into bed together! Honest, that’s all it was!”

“Mmph!” Ukyo whimpered in response. She could practically hear the blush in the slut’s voice.

“But he’s mine! All mine. Not for sharing!” Akane hissed, apparently finding her confidence again. “You find your own hunk. Or your own floozy. I don’t care… And I don’t think you particularly will once you get a taste of what I’m starting to see forming in Ranma’s wonderous tits.”

The weight on the back of her head shifted, grabbing hold of her scalp and jerking backwards, tilting slightly and leaving Ukyo’s mouth pressed firmly against something that she rapidly realised had to be a nipple. She felt something wet press against her lips, which she kept closed in an act of defiance. But no matter how tightly she kept them closed, a trickle was still able to sneak its way inside and fill Ukyo’s mouth with the single most delicious taste she’d ever experienced.

Yep, Akane sure was just like Ranma. Always thinking of the short term, and rarely considering the long...

1.     Happosai tries out some of his spells on an unwitting target
2.     Ranma wakes up to find Ukyo and Akane greedily sucking her tits.
3.     Ranma wakes up later on, being carried by Akane.
4.     Kodachi finds the three.
5.     Something else