Story: Dogi of Delights

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It was amazing, really. The thing you suddenly realise you wished you could do, but never realised just how much you wished for it until you finally got it. Sort of an inverse on the “grass is greener” principle, if you can think of it like that. In this particular instance it refers to the thought process of Akane Tendo, who was leaping from roof to roof as easily as walking down stairs.

“I feel so light!” she said to herself, marvelling at the feeling of soaring through the air with nothing beneath her for long seconds at a time. From roof to roof with no fear of falling! “This feels amazing!”

Well yes, of course it would feel amazing. The suit that she was wearing was magical, and drawing upon the reserves of her own potential, lifting it up to the surface for all to see. That was the trap it set. For this entire suit was a living entity unto itself, and unnoticed by the young martial arts tomboy it was making very subtle motions across her skin. Tiny little movements. The sort that you wouldn’t even notice unless you really concentrated while standing still. After all, clothing brushes against our skin with each motion we make, and we sort of tune it out, but in this case this magical dogi was constricting carefully around certain pressure points upon Akane’s body. It was performing the longest term, most subtle fully body massage that could possibly be formed.

And because of the dogi’s ability to draw out martial arts potential, any wearer that did happen to catch it in the act of doing this would naturally assume it was how the suit drew its wearer’s power to the surface.

With that in mind it could probably be easier to understand Akane’s earlier statement that “This feels amazing!” could just as easily mean “I am feeling increasingly horny and kind of like it.” Even though she was not thinking of it in quite those terms.

After five minutes or so of dancing among the rooftops, she drew opposite home and stared down towards the training hall with a smile on her face. Akane stretched out, leaning to the side and then down to touch her toes, completely unaware of the pleasure-filled sigh escaping her lips. She’d beaten Ranma in a fight. No. She’d outright squashed him flat. It had felt good to put that arrogant boy in his place for once. Maybe now he wouldn’t make fun of her martial arts ability!

Though he still would make cracks about her cooking. She could work on that. And about her swimming, which again she’d work out… eventually. Then there was her appearance to consider. That boy would torment her over her “sex appeal” and “cuteness”. Oh! She could hear him now, making a sarcastic remark here or there, stating that she’d never find a husband, that she had no figure, no appeal at all…

I should prove him wrong. That thought just sort of… popped right into her head, out of nowhere. I should prove him wrong, demonstrate to him that I do have plenty of sex appeal. That the boys at school went crazy over me for a good reason. Force him to see it, just like I forced him to eat dirt earlier on. Yes. Yes! That was the smart thing to do. The sensible thing. Make him admit that he finds her attractive, make him eat his words, make him stop with those cruel, untrue barbs forevermore!

Speak of the devil, here he comes now.

“Akane! I’m gonna take that dogi off you if it’s the last thing I do!”

Some part deep within her kinda sorta hoped he’d do exactly that, because it sounded like happy fun times would inevitably follow. But she shook herself free of that daydream sharply when the dogi jerked her violently to the right, just in time to make Ranma’s fist fly past her waist. Not quite in time to dodge Ranma’s buff, muscular body or prevent him from burying his face in her cleavage as the two of them toppled over on the rooftop. Either way she still wound up on top, straddling his waist and pinning his shoulders to the roof with her enhanced strength.

“What’s the big idea?” she yelled right in his handsome face. “I know you’re jealous that I got the suit, but that’s no reason to go out and attack me like that!”

Huh. Why was he blushing like that? Well, maybe her face was a little close to his, and she was pressing her self pretty firmly into his body… Oh? What’s this? Is the insensitive jerk reacting to her presence? Her grip on his shoulders lessened, and in response Ranma took advantage of the opportunity to strike out at her belt buckle once again, which she effortlessly parried both times, pinning his hands with hers folded across her chest, clamping his wrists in place so that his hands were forced to cop a feel. Kind of embarrassing position to be in, really, and <b>hello there</b>, little Ranma!

“Are you going to behave yourself?” she demanded, trying not to show how embarrassed (and turned on, god he was so sexy why hadn’t she noticed before?) she was feeling right now. Ranma gave a reluctant nod and she sprung off, leaping a fair distance away so that he couldn’t pull anything funny. “So what’s the big idea all of a sudden? Bruised ego much?”

“It’s not like that!” he said. “I’m just trying -”

“To prove that you’re the big dog in the yard,” Akane said. “That’s what you do all the time, right? Brag about how you’re the strongest around, brag about how hot your girl form is. Couldn’t even stand the idea of being rid of Shampoo, even though you hate her, because it’s a bruise to your ego for a girl to fall out of love with you.” She sniffed. “That’s why all the insults, right?” Akane rested a hand on her hip, and jutted it out, completely unaware of the way that the stitches around her cleavage were parting to reveal bare flesh. “All the other boys I know trip over themselves to get a piece of me, and here you are. Living in the same house, and all you can do is throw out insults about my perfectly acceptable figure. You were intimidated by my sex appeal, so you attacked my self confidence!”

“Akane, listen to yourself!” Ranma yelled, almost pleading in his voice. “You’re not yourself right now! It’s the suit, it’s making you act this way!”

The dogi was… Akane blinked. Yes… Now that he mentioned it, ever since she first put it on, she had been feeling a bit weird. Good. Because of the power, right? Because she was so much lighter and stronger than usual, it made sense that she’d feel weird, and - Horny. God, she was so <i>horny</i>.

“Yes,” she said, taking a step towards Ranma with a sexy sway in her steps. “I guess that makes sense. It’s unleashed my inner strength already. Now you’ll get to see it unleash my inner sex appeal.”

The first time she’d fought him with the dogi, she had easily slipped inside his guard, kicked his face, flipped him over and pile drived him into the ground. This time, he was more ready for her. Blocked her kick - no dodging or even really an attempt to - and tried to take advantage of her temporarily off-balance position from that really high kick by sweeping her off her feet, but his leg might as well have been going in slow motion. It was easy to steady herself on his shoulders with her arms then as soon as his leg kicked hers out of the ground it was almost trivial to snake it up and around his waist. Her other leg joined moments later, and Akane bent backwards to pin her hands upon the rooftop.

Though she had to give him credit - Ranma had seen what she intended to do, and intentionally allowed her to do it with less resistance than she was expecting so that he could roll with the momentum and be back on his feet rather than flat on his face or on his back. Neatly done, but she still had him neatly ensnared in a body scissors and by god she wasn’t letting go anytime soon!

“Snap out of it!” Ranma said, one hand pushing at her shoulder as the other went once again for the belt buckle. Why was he doing that? No matter! She easily seized his wrists and guided his hands down her much more curvaceous form than Ranma ever admitted, resting both hands on her rear end before using her legs to sweep his out from under him, so that the two of them were seated one atop the other. His own legs imprisoning his hands up against her rear, freeing her hands to grab hold of his head. “Akane, this isn’t like you!” he called moments before she had his face pressed into her cleavage. He sputtered for a moment, and then Akane felt something sort of… grow over his head. She looked down and saw something unbelievable! The dogi had trapped Ranma’s face between her breasts! His breath felt tingly, and her breasts… god, that felt so weird. It was like a thousand tiny feathers all across her body!

“No, I suppose it’s not,” Akane said, surprising herself with a throaty moan while grinding her hips against Ranma’s body. He was still struggling to free himself, but she had him completely pinned down now. “Am I still uncute?” she asked, biting her lip and kissing the top of his head. “Am I still unsexy? Tell you what. You want rid of this dogi? Just show up to my room and satisfy me. Then we’ll talk about getting rid of this. How does that sound, hm? Win for both of us, I’d say.”

And off she walked, strutting off to her room like she was walking on air. Behind her, Ranma tried not to stare at the beautiful creature he was trying to save and he cursed the male libido for being so damned turn on right now.

“This is gonna be harder than I thought,” Ranma groaned.

1.     Ranma tries the seduction route instead.
2.     Ranma tries to get to the dogi while Akane’s not wearing it.
3.     Akane returns to her room and thinks about what happened while not wearing the suit.
4.     The psychological changes are obviously well in hand. What about the physical?
5.     Something else