Story: Sexy Akane: Snap out of it!

Here is this week's winner, after a brief delay to get it tweaked into a more useable and funny form. Enjoy!


“What the hell is going on here?!”

What indeed. The very last thing Ranma remembered, he had entered the training hall and found a radically altered Akane. Her very presence had left him paralysed with lust, her visage burned itself into his mind and set his libido ablaze -

And the very next moment he’s standing in the training hall. Naked. Over a very nearly naked Nabiki, who almost certainly didn’t have curves like that the last time he’d seen her! Not that he’d ever seen her naked or anything, but they had visited the beach before and she had worn various bikinis. He’d remember seeing her with curves like that, surely!

A flash of light drew his eye, and he turned to see Akane smiling and snapping pictures of him. In the nude. As in, both of them were naked. As in -

“H-Hey! Stop that!” he yelled, covering his manhood with his hands. “What the hell is wrong with you all of a sudden?!”

“No need to turn so bashful now,” Akane pouted, and Ranma could feel his knees turning to jelly. She was so pretty and perfect and -

Stop that! He shook his head and tried to clear out those thoughts. It was hard. Very, very hard. Okay. To take stock of the situation a little bit. Akane and Nabiki have somehow both been transformed into walking sex. Something has exaggerated their physical features in such a manner that with a look, a wink and a command either of them could probably convince Ranma to lick whipped cream off every single inch of their bare, tantalising flesh. He would do it. He would do it gladly, and then in a moment of weakness he’d ask for more.

And Ranma couldn’t stand whipped cream. As in, he’d rather eat a bag of nails.

He suddenly shuddered as Akane slipped her arm around him, and the touch of her flesh made his willpower crumble to powder.

“Ranma,” she cooed, leaning her head upon his shoulder. “You seem tense. Why don’t you relax a little, and let me take away all that stress?”

The powder was scooped up, poured into a rocket and blasted into a radius spanning the globe. For once in his life Ranma was speechless. For once he could not deny what he wanted. He wanted Akane. He wanted to do things to her that he’d secretly been dreaming about doing since about a month after they first arrived. He wanted to feed her scoops of ice cream with his tongue. He ached to pin her against the training hall’s floor and screw the anger out of her. He yearned -

For something that he could not have. Not like this. The powder trickled across the atmosphere and pulled back together into a mighty crystalline wall. Something had happened here today, something had changed his fiancee into something she was not. What that something must want more than anything else was for him to bend her over the nearest table and rapidly come to the conclusion that things were better this way. But that thing hadn’t taken one factor into consideration:

Ranma Saotome did not like being manipulated. Oh sure, it was a small thing to grasp hold of but it was enough of a foothold for his willpower to find another that was far more sturdy. Akane was not behaving like herself. Akane had been changed in some way. And that was enough to give him the power to resist, if only barely.

“G-Get off me!” he yelped, pulling free of her tender seductive grip. “Akane, snap out of it! This isn’t you!”

“Of course it’s me,” she smiled sweetly. Those lips! So enticing! So perfect! Almost like they were made to be kissed! “Who else would I be?”

“I don’t know, but this… it’s not like you at all! If I'd walked in on you naked normally, you'd have clobbered me for sure! Your temper's way too short to let me get away with that."

"Short temper? Who has a short temper?!"

Yes! Perfect! Just like that time! This was more like the Akane he knew. Maybe if he kept pushing her buttons… Maybe if he pissed her off just enough, maybe she’d snap out of whatever had changed her?

“That’s exactly what I mean!” he shrugged, barely managing to keep a fake nonchalant expression. “Thanks for proving my point! What's next? I say you can't cook, then you run off and poison me? Or maybe I remind you how you can't swim, and you need me to drag you out of a swimming pool? Face it tomboy, trying to seduce me isn't your style at all.”

“Ranma, you jerk!”

Bingo. Right on schedule. The raw aura of frustration and fury was billowing off her like a building storm cloud. Her back was arched, her fists clenched and facing the ground, her eyes shining in wide-eyed rage - she was almost herself again! Almost there! Just a little bit more!

“Here I am baring my body and soul to you, and all you can do is accuse me of not being me? You completely inconsiderate ass!”

“See, that’s how I know you’re not Akane,” he chuckled. Alright. Just a little bit more, and his Akane would be back. The anticipation was so thick he could hear his pulse echoing in his ears. “The Akane I know is a total klutz. She’d trip over her own feet trying on lingerie. The real Akane would die of embarrassment before deliberately flaunting herself! I don’t know who you are, but you're not my fiancee!”

He should have ducked the slap, but not because it stung like a sonofabitch and sent him reeling. No, he was used to worse than this. Ranma felt that he should have dodged it because it would have pissed her off all the more. She wasn’t quite there yet. A little bit more! Just a little bit more and his Akane would be back! In a slamming hot body, but she would still broadly be herself again!

Ranma was back on his feet ready for another round of insults, but to his dismay saw Akane pulling her clothes back on while stomping out of the hall. Somehow the fury and the rage just made her all that more desirable - but no, he had to be sure she was back to herself. It wasn’t enough to leave her as it was in case she relapsed. If she was free after all? Well, then this was the time that they start looking into what caused this in the first place! Either way, it was time for him to follow suit. Which meant performing his own quick change because he’d be damned if he was gonna be seen following her around the house - why, just imagining Kasumi’s expression at seeing such an event made him want to curl up into a ball and die!

It did not take long to find her. The sound of concrete being smashed was a little bit of a giveaway. She was out in the garden, piling up bricks and breaking them with a sharp blow to the middle. Pick up. Stack. Snap. Kick away the remains. Repeat. Bend over. Trousers ride up. Wiggle rear while balancing them. Make a yelp that sounded like an orgasm. Repeat.

How easy would it be to stand there and watch her for the rest of the day? Easy. Too easy. This was not why he was here. No, he could not let anything stop him from bringing his Akane back to herself. It was the only way to figure out what the hell was going on around here, and he’d be damned if he’d be stopped by something like this!

“Hey, tomboy!” he said in his best ‘arrogant jerk’ voice, that didn’t actually remotely compare to the tone used when he was being genuine with it. Not that he knew the difference. “Don’t go walking away before I finish talking… to… you…”

Tears. He hadn’t expected tears. He reached for an insult: Mock her temper, mock her cooking, mock her anything! The only sound his mouth was able to make was a nervous gulp.

“I can’t believe you,” Akane said. “I throw myself at you, and you throw insults at me,” she sniffed, wiping a tear from her cheek as he suddenly felt right around about two inches tall. Maybe she really had come back to herself. In which case, he should try explaining what he was - “Don’t you get it? All I wanted was a good hard fuck. Is that so much to ask?”

“… Maybe you’re not back to normal after all…”

“Shut up and do me.”

As soon as he opened his mouth to respond he was bowled back onto the floor with his lips firmly attached to those of another. A girl. A girl whose tongue was attempting to move into a new address listed under “Ranma’s Tonsils”. A girl with long lavender hair. A girl who may not be Akane, but had every single bit the same kind of curves and the same kind of soft enticing flesh, pressed firmly against his body.

“Alright, that’s quite enough of that! Get off him, you bimbo!” Akane scowled, tugging Shampoo off by her hair. “He’s mine!”

Ranma took some deep, deep breaths to recover from the experience. Goodness, but that girl could squeeze hard when the mood took her! Or, come to think from looking at her, it might well have been a consequence of those large breasts pressing into his torso. Perhaps a combination of the two?

“Well, isn’t this interesting?” the old ghoul said, looking Akane up and down in much the same way a butcher might at a hanging pig. “You have been transformed in much the same way as my great-granddaughter!”

“Transformed?” Akane blinked rapidly in obvious confusion. The way her brow furrowed like that when she was concentrating - god, that was hot! “What do you mean transformed?”

“She doesn’t seem to know anything about it,” Ranma said. “And she’s been acting really weird, too. I’ve been trying to snap her back to normal, but-”

“Is that what you’ve been doing this whole time?!” Akane interrupted. “Ooh! Shampoo, you didn’t use one of your weird shiatsu techniques on me again, did you?”

“Shampoo no touch Akane’s slutty body,” the purple-haired sex goddess purred. She idly leaned back, thrusting out her chest with her hands firmly on her glorious hips and tittered. “Shampoo no want catch whore fever.”

At which point, Akane dove forward and tackled Shampoo to the ground. The tussle shouldn’t last more than a few seconds before Akane was kicked away or had Shampoo sitting on her back, or -

Or Shampoo wouldn’t even bother trying to fight back and would instead roll with the momentum and tear at Akane’s far too tight clothes, much as Akane would tear at Shampoo’s. Neither of them seemed particularly inclined to actually hurt the other, it was more like they were trying to expose as much of their rival’s bare naked flesh as possible.

Shampoo was easily able to tear open Akane’s gi top, exposing her rather massively enhanced breasts. In response Akane tore off a strip from Shampoo’s dress, exposing a large portion of her right side. Shampoo yelped in annoyance and made a fierce grab at the nearest flesh she could, which happened to be one of Akane’s breasts. The hand had attempted an assault but it came off more like a grope. In retaliation Akane grabbed hold of Shampoo’s exposed hip and used that leverage to flip them over so that tomboy was on top and warrior was beneath. It was almost a shame really. The rain had made the garden quite a bit muddy, and it was likely to ruin their clothes. Even now the fabric was beginning to cling to their flesh, and -

“Son-in-law, you appear to be drooling.”

And little could snap a man out of leering at a catfight quite like the sudden inexplicable closeup appearance of a withered old hag. The old ghoul stepped in and used her staff to force the two apart, leaving the two of them flushed, breathing heavily and staring at one another with murderous intent.

“If the two of you are quite finished, I feel that we should discuss this transformation,” the old ghoul said, poking both of them in the stomach, causing them both to collapse onto their delightfully round rears.

“Akane start it,” Shampoo said. “She too too uncute before, now turn into superslut. Is only way she win Ranma from Shampoo!”

“Hah! Even without this killer bod, I could take Ranma away from you with a snap of the finger! Don’t you get how annoying he thinks you are?”

“You lie! Shampoo was too sexy for airen to resist before change!”

“Too much of a ditzy, clinging pest, you mean! And what are you talking about? What do you mean change?”

Well. Great. His life wasn’t complicated enough already, so why the hell not? At least this situation was bad enough that -

“Ohohohohohohoho! Ranma darling! Where a~are you? Ohohohoho!”

It was all he could do to rest his face in his hands and make a noise that was definitely not a whimper. Men did not whimper.

1.     Kodachi arrives, Ranma’s day gets worse/better/more complicated.
2.     Ukyo has picked an outfit and is on her way!
3.     Nabiki wakes up in the training hall.
4.     A wish is carelessly made!
5.     Cologne notices the wishing rock.
6.     Something else