Story: Angelic/Devilish Delights

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Believe it or not, the trio were actually quite capable of meeting up for their study group without incident. No arguments. No suitors trying to flirt with any of them while laboring under a tragic misconception of what flirting actually was. No rivals attempting to pick fights. No perverted ancient martial arts masters. No practitioners of an obscure martial arts form trying to prove themselves against the (relatively) more traditional Anything Goes style, not even a ghost or ghoul or otherwise undead being to ruin their day or possess anyone or anything. Ranma even arrived at Ucchan’s perfectly dry.

While some might well have been worried by this apparently unlikely turn of events, it does pay to keep in mind that not every single day of their lives had to have something bizarre transpire. In fact, such days were relatively uncommon. Most of the time they simply got on with lives that were about as normal as they could be; a whole week could pass without incident. Come to it, Ukyo’s plans for seducing Ranma hinged much more on setting Akane up with someone else and just hanging out with him whenever he wanted to. Of the three girls trying to lure him away from the tomboy she probably had the strongest non-magically enhanced chance, largely because this meant Ranma didn’t find her annoying or a little bit scary. He actually liked hanging out with her. Hell, so did Akane for that matter! Why else would they all be gathered together at Ucchan’s for a study group? Hardly seems like she’d want to go if they didn’t get on well, right?

Though as they did go in, Akane encountered her two friends. While Ranma said hello to Ukyo and helped her close up shop, Sayuri leaned in closer and whispered “So, why is he here? Not that I don’t like him or anything, but isn’t it a bit weird that we’ve got four girls and one boy?”

“It was our father’s idea, and Ukyo encouraged it as well.” Akane shrugged. “At least he didn’t invite those two perverts he hangs out with. They’d probably spend the entire time trying to hit on you two.”

“Say, those cakes look nice,” Yuka said, peering into the box with eyes so hungry they might rend the flesh from Akane’s hands. “Good idea bringing snacks. Where did you get those?”

“Does it matter?” Ranma interrupted, appearing behind Akane as if from nowhere. “So long as she didn’t make them, we should be fine.”

Akane elbowed him in the ribs, then dragged him along towards the staircase so they could get on with this already. The five seated themselves around a desk, let their books splay out all over it and started working on their maths homework.

So far as study sessions went, it wasn’t entirely a remarkable affair. They sat around, worked on their sums, helped one another out. Ukyo would make not so subtle compliments of Ranma’s ability to work things out that she pretended to be unable to. Come on, Ukyo. We’ve seen your math test scores. You run your own business. You could do this stuff in your sleep. It was the only thing Akane didn’t care for in hanging out with Ukyo, because otherwise they got on famously. Then again if given the choice, Ukyo was much better company to keep than Shampoo or Kodachi. By miles.

Well. Whatever. She cracked open the nearest box while trying not to look to her left, where Ranma was sandwiched between herself and Ukyo, one on the left shoulder and the other on the right. A single slice of the angel’s food cake was popped into her mouth, and - Mph, not bad. Not bad at all! It was so light that Akane almost gripped the table lest she start to float towards the ceiling. The texture, the taste, the entire act of chewing it was the most divine experience. No wonder it was called angel’s food cake!

Akane noticed one of Ukyo’s hands slip into the box in front of her, and watched as she fed a slice to Ranma. Normally this might set her off, but for some reason it just didn’t seem all that important anymore. Why should she be jealous about something so trivial? In point of fact, wouldn’t it make more sense for them to share Ranma? The three of them did kind of get on pretty well… Why, it was almost as if her patience was rising through the roof!

With a light-hearted giggle once the last crumb of the heavenly delicious cake was gone from her mouth, Akane slipped back to work on her math problem with a renewed sense of charity towards everyone around the table. It felt so good to give others what they wanted, she simply couldn’t wait to do anything they needed of her.

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Ukyo knew she shouldn’t be flirting with him like this, but she just couldn’t help it. He was such a handsome boy and he was so much fun to hang out with. Her heart filled with this irresponsible, irresistible urge to flirt with him just a little bit. As though being in his very presence made her feel lighter than air. This was love, real love, lifelong love and it was only a matter of time before he returned it in kind. After all, she was the cute fiancee.

She fed Ranma a little of the angel’s food cake and then reached for the devil’s food cake with the other. A nice little contrast, eh? It seemed a little more appropriate to try the devil’s food cake first given how naughty she felt in being so flirtatious today, and - My goodness, that was a rich cake! So moist, so airy, so full of chocolate. It was like a weight of delight was sitting atop her tongue, teasing, tantalizing and tempting her with each sumptuous drop.

“Good, huh?” Ranma asked. “Guess I should try a bit myself…”

Ukyo licked her lips while Ranma turned and snagged a piece of devil’s food cake to feed himself. Not because of the taste. Because of something else. It was entrancing the way that strong hand delicately plucked a slice of almost jet black cake from its container, opened his gorgeous mouth and took a firm bite out of it that left Ukyo trembling. Each chew brought new images of him using his tongue in more exciting and interesting ways. Each grunt of pleasure made her imagine he was making those sounds because of something she’d done to him. Ukyo licked her lips again and ran her hands down her thighs. Goodness, but was it warm in here all of a sudden?

A hand fell upon her forehead. “Are you alright, Ukyo? You seem a little flustered right now,” Akane asked. Ukyo turned to look at her friend/rival, ready to unleash a tirade against her about stealing her man. Her man! She saw him first! She saw - She saw…

It just died on her lips in the face of such innocence. Blissful ignorance of anything wrong in the world. It made Ukyo feel something unusual. It made her feel as though what she was about to say was somehow wrong. Not because of guilt. Because saying something else might make better use of that innocence to get what she really wanted, what her pussy was even now beginning to beg for.

“I’m fine, really!” Ukyo said. “I was just thinking about what a good friend you are. Come here, you!”

The hug was firm, and her body was soft to the touch. Even with her generally tomboyish appearance and attitude, Akane Tendo was a girl through and through. The scent in her hair was intoxicating. The feel of her skin was reassuring and warm. When the impromptu hug was broken, Ukyo gained new appreciation for the girl she should probably think of as her former rival. While Ukyo knew that she was the cute fiancee for a fact, there could be no question at all that Akane was hardly a slouch in that regard either. When she was calm and smiling like this, she was stunning. Akane took her seat on the opposite side of Ranma - who was currently rubbing his handsome head as though trying desperately to work out the answer to some problem - and stared in interest at their profiles. Yes. They both looked amazing. Especially together. Something just sort of worked about it, and the sight made Ukyo want to snarl from some undefined emotion drawing up from the very pits of goodness only knows where. She wanted to fuck them. First one, then the other. Then she wanted to see them fuck each other.

The thoughts of a few minutes ago suddenly seemed impossibly immature for now Ukyo knew the truth. Love was a lie. Lust was all that existed. She could discard that lie and indulge in the truth. Forget her dreams of running a restaurant with Ranma, it was time for her to start living in the moment and taking hold of what she wanted!

Why, it was almost as though her lust was magnified to the point where it defied her reasoning abilities.
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Man, those cakes were super tasty. One light as a feather, the other rich and filling. Ranma had to give it to the tomboy. She can’t cook worth a damn, but she sure can pick out store-bought treats.

Ugh. Come to think of it he was kind of a real jerk to her about stuff like that. Sure, she couldn’t be allowed near a kitchen as is, but she was eager to learn. She wanted to improve. All Akane needed was a little guidance and to be less intense about the experience. Every time he made fun of her cooking skills, he diminished her as a person while she was trying to improve, and he should simply cut that out.

And while he was at it, he should stop criticising her figure. There wasn’t really anything wrong with her figure at all, his only complaints were about her personality… And even then, it was probably for the best that someone confronted him when he was being stupid. Because he was stupid quite often, let’s be honest with ourselves.

Then there was Ukyo, who really didn’t seem that well today, the poor dear. Look at how we’re all imposing on her like this when she should be resting. It’s such a tragedy what happened to her! Stole their cart right out from under her nose, and then she went and pretended to be a boy from that point onwards. Even attending an all-boys school! How terrible for her. That whole experience must have been so traumatic! The guilt welled up within him until Ranma very nearly proposed on the spot, just to try and make all her suffering worthwhile.

Except he couldn’t do that. He simply couldn’t. Not when his father had already promised him to - well, any of the Tendos, but let’s face facts - Akane. It would not be honourable to break that arrangement, but then again it wasn’t exactly honourable to break the arrangement with Ukyo either. On the one hand, he would break the heart of an innocent girl. On the other he would break the heart of his idiot father’s closest and dearest friend. Both had their dreams of the future resting upon which girl he married. Oh, why had he not thought about this before? Because it was easier to ignore in hopes the situation would go away? No, that couldn’t be right. That was a foolish line of thinking at best!

Then again… Who said you only had to marry one girl? Look at them both. That’s right. Look at them both. First one, then the other. They’re both sexy. They’re both fun to hang out with. They’re both martial artists. They enjoy each other’s company. Why not take one as a wife and the other as a mistress? Yeah. That would satisfy honour. Sort of. And it would be pretty fun waking up each morning next to two hotties. Three if he could convince Shampoo to play along as well, but let’s be realistic here. Two would be tricky to swing as it was.

And that was the problem, really. How to approach the subject with the two of them? Every time he tried thinking about it, he kept on winding up imagining what it would be like if they both crawled towards him, completely naked. One covered in whipped cream, the other drenched in chocolate. No matter what he tried he simply could not concentrate for the life of him, and it was starting to make his head hurt.

Almost as though his conscience was increasing in effectiveness, but was tempered by an equal rise in greed and lust.
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The real concern that Yuka had for Ranma being involved in the study group was the inevitable arguments that might break out between him and Akane. Or Akane and Ukyo. Or something might interrupt them, and ruin the whole experience for everyone. But hey! Even with Ukyo being a little flirty it all seemed to be going along pretty great! Akane had even brought along a (store-bought) devil’s food cake which was to die for.

Yuka did feel sort of bad for Akane having to put up with an arranged fiance like Ranma. He might be a looker, but that curse and the trouble he brought with him were simply not worth the hassle. Still. It was a funny thing how easily she turned male heads. The sight of her plowing through would-be suitors every single morning at school was not something she’d forget any time soon. Which left one simple question burning in her mind, now that she stopped to think for a moment.

What did Akane have that she did not?

She was pretty enough. Breasts were slightly bigger. Legs were longer. Yuka actually wanted a boyfriend in the first place. At no point in her life had she ever even casually thrown a fist in anyone’s direction, nor could she kick her way out of a plastic bag, nor was her fuse even close to as short as Akane’s. So. What did that girl have that Yuka did not?

Stop that. Concentrate on the maths. Concentrate on question fourteen. Question fourteen was all that mattered, and - Was it the challenge? Is that what drew them in? Hey that girl says she don’t wanna date let’s prove her wrong dur hur. Were boys really that stupid? If they were, then they weren’t really worth the time, were they?

Ooh, of course they were! This was likely to drive her insane at this rate. Why did the boys lust after Akane and not Yuka? Why did they secretly take pictures of one girl and trade them around for cash and other collectibles? Why not the other? Why why why why why?!

Yuka scowled at the smiling face opposite her even as she helped Sayuri with a problem. She’d show Akane up! She’d get all the boys ever to stare at her in lust-filled awe! She’d turn heads, win and break hearts and show to the world that she was the better catch!

Almost as though her envy had escalated to impossible heights.

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Sayuri had to admit, that angel’s food cake was even better than she’d thought it might be. It almost seemed to melt in her mouth…

But no time to think about that! She was here for a reason. A single solitary reason. To work. To work work work. No point in sitting around thinking about delicious cakes when there were maths problems to solve! No point in sitting around thinking about working when she could be putting pencil to paper and working working working! The pencil flew across the page, only stopping when she had to stop and think about what to do next. Alas, before long she reached question 14 and her pencil screeched to a grinding halt. What should she do? What should she do?! The answer eluded her no matter the angle she tried to reach for it!

“Ah, are you stuck?” Akane said. “Please, let me help you, would that be alright?”

Sayuri furiously nodded her head. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” she said, and eagerly listened to Akane’s calm explanation about how to solve the problem. Of course! It was so obvious! It was committed to memory and off she went again, not caring one jot about the world around her so long as it did not interfere with her work! Work! Work!

Almost as though her diligence had inflated to titanic proportions.

1.     The five start to show signs of physical transformation.
2.     Someone else arrives and has a piece of cake.
3.     Ukyo jumps for Ranma, tearing at his clothes. Akane decides to help her out.
4.     Yuka tries seducing Ranma.
5.     Something else