Before Akane could answer Shampoo’s question she felt a tremendous temperature building up and up around her forehead, rather coincidentally right around where the headband fit snugly against her skin. It didn’t hurt or anything. Far from it, in fact. The warmth was sort of, kind of nice and soothing even though it was building up and building up and -
“Shampoo ask Akane question!” the pesky warrior demanded, even stomping her foot indignantly. She never did strike Akane as the type to enjoy being ignored, but then again that was an accusation that would easily apply both ways.
“I-It absorbs magic,” she said when the heat diminished. “But only until - Oh!” and there it was again! Appearing out of nowhere! A sudden and soothing warmth that made her lose her footing and stumble to her knee while panting for breath.
“This headband why box no work?” Shampoo asked, and even though Akane wasn’t looking at her right now she could tell - the bitch was smiling that same wicked smile she got whenever she had an appropriately naughty idea. Akane gripped her headband tightly around her head, only for Shampoo to easily - embarrassingly effortlessly - pull her wrists away and shove that pretty little smirk right into Akane’s face. All the while that warmth came and went like the beating of her heart.
“Sound like fun. Shampoo take!”
Akane could have warned her about the defensive measure that had hit Ranma earlier, but… hell, it was simply much funnier this way. Shampoo reached for it, and as expected received a bit of a nasty shock for her trouble.
“Eek!” Shampoo yelped. Served her right! Trying to steal someone else’s belongings right after trying to curse them with some magic box. Although, something was different this time. Something was -
Akane’s eyes rolled back and time stood completely still. Every nerve ending in her body felt like it had come to life, all at once, with an awareness of the world that she’d never had before. The cool temperature made her skin tingle. The fabric of her own clothing made her feel safe as it rubbed against her in ways that she’d never noticed before, but intellectually knew it had always done.
It was as though every molecule immediately around her was giving her a deep and satisfying expertly performed full-body massage. It felt as though the entire world loved her, and wanted to show that love in one single blistering moment that forced her into an uncharacteristically goofy grin as Akane Tendo experienced her very first orgasm, right there in the street.
Deep breaths. Deep, deep breaths. That was the best way to catch up with it, given that apparently Akane and her breathing were in a race and she had a delay of about a mile. Sweat dripped from her brow onto the pavement below, and Akane came to realise that she was on all fours in the middle of the street feeling completely exhausted. More so than she’d ever felt before, but… still good. Very good, in point of fact. A moan took her attention, prompting Akane to look up and see Shampoo lying in a bush. With her breath chased down, lassoed and hogtied, she was finally able to rise to her feet - even if her feet were a little bit wobbly - and regarded Shampoo with a triumphant (though still slightly goofy) grin.
“Maybe this will teach you to play nice in the future,” Akane said, mentally recording the moment to enjoy later on. “Goodbye Shampoo! Better luck next time!”
Akane chuckled to herself and staggered off back home. Yes. Home. That was where she wanted to go right now. Home. She was starting to feel hungry for something, and with every step she took the hunger grew more and more. There was something she wanted inside her, right this very second. Something long, something thin, something delicious.
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Plan A had failed. The direct approach was apparently well guarded against, and Ranma cursed at the realisation that he would have to once again work so very hard to try to cure his curse.
Well, if Plan A didn’t work he could always rely on Plan B. Good old Plan B! That wouldn’t let him down, but just to be on the safe side let’s go right ahead and work out a Plan C through Z while we're at it, alright?
Plan B was working under the name “Operation Guilt Trip”. He had it all worked out. Pretend like he didn’t want the stupid thing anymore. He would just have to go outside in the rain while wearing full-body protection, just to make sure, just to make damned sure that he didn’t get randomly splashed. He would have to put up with changing into bikinis in a broom closet whenever they had swimming classes because, hey, he can’t go into the guys' changing room as a girl, and the girls wouldn’t let him in there, no way! He would have to put up with hiding from Mom on pain of death, put up with guys hitting on his girl side, put up with the fear that one day he wouldn’t be able to change back to his guy self -
After all, she needed it more. What with how once every couple of weeks she would have to put up with the indignity of being hit by a magical artefact or something. No, her needs in this case were <i>far</i> more important than his.
Ranma had to work to wipe the smirk from his face as he approached the training hall. If the wind wouldn't blow hard enough, let the sun shine brightly and the coat will come right off.
“Hey, Akane! Kasumi said you were in here! I… was… thinking…”
As Ranma trailed off, his head began to tilt to the side at the sight that lay in front of him. Akane was sitting on the floor, still in her jogging gear. At first he had thought she might be meditating, but… well, she wasn’t.
Gently gripped in her right hand was the tip of a banana, which she withdrew from her mouth while lightly running the underside along her tongue. That alone was not sufficient to stun him.
She twisted it around in her hand and swirled her tongue around the unheld tip a moment before thrusting the fruit in so far that surely it must have been brushing the back of her throat. It was held there for a moment, then withdrawn once again. Nor was this sufficient to stun him, even when combined with her previous action.
With the banana held in front of her face, Akane smiled at it, opening her eyes in a sleepy stare, and ran her tongue up and down first one side of the banana, then another, shifting her grip as appropriate. With it properly coated in her saliva, only then did she take a bite. A tiny teasing nibble from the top. Not even this was sufficient to leave Ranma’s jaw dangling in place, nor indeed were any of her similar nibbles.
It was the noises she was making. He’d never heard her make noises like these before. She was cooing, moaning, whimpering, panting and that was what was making things very… hard for Ranma right about now.
By the time she had finished consuming the banana and licked both her lips and fingers clean he was sitting against the wall with his knees hugging his chest. Only then did she notice him.
“Oh, hello, Ranma. I didn’t hear you come in,” Akane said. Ranma forced his attention towards her face, and that weirdly goofy smile she was wearing upon it. Huh? Why was she smiling like that? It was a kind of silly-looking smile, like she’d just spent the last half hour laughing at something. She approached and sat down next to him, right next to him with their shoulders touching, and oh god he was going to die any moment now.
“Did you want something?” she asked, all innocence and smiles. Ranma dared not open his mouth - a precaution he usually did not take - and so instead shook his head. “Oh,” Akane replied. “I thought for a moment you were going to try and take my headband again.”
Akane stood up, stepped in front of him and stretched - the fact that her butt was at a level slightly above his head had absolutely nothing to do with why he had turned bright red and was now hugging his legs even tighter, and you’d have to be pretty damned smart to prove otherwise - before walking out of the room. She seemed to stumble slightly and leaned against the door frame to look back at Ranma over her shoulder, and if he hugged any harder he’d be in hospital with a pair of broken legs. “You know… Maybe I should make it up to you. Come up to my room later on; maybe I’ll have thought of something by then.”
And that’s why Kasumi found him later on, passed out in the training hall in the fetal position with a very, very happy smile on his face.
- Shampoo woke up and went home. How has she been affected by her time with the headband?
- Later, Akane stops behaving like a horny goofball and realises what she just did.
- Happosai attempts to use something on Akane!
- After Ranma recovers, he tries to acquire the headband again.
- Something else
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