Story: Wild Ride For Ranma

Does this close off the plothole to everyone's liking? Does it raise any further plot holes?




Akane froze like a deer in the headlights as numerous entirely different emotions hit her all at the same time. She was angry that Shampoo was sneaking into Ranma’s room to seduce him. She was afraid that they would get caught. She was annoyed that she was interrupted before she could do anything. She was really turned on by the idea they might be caught. So, it took her a little bit to work out a response to the annoying warrior girl’s unexpected appearance. Her head wasn’t exactly where it should be right at that particular moment.

“Stupid tomboy not hear Shampoo?” the constant irritation said, striding seductively into the room. She leaned over, and stared directly into Akane’s eyes as if to examine her retina. Or maybe just gauge her reaction. “You here for sexy fun time with airen?”

“N-No!” Akane yelled. She took a big step back, then slapped her hand over her mouth. Nobody else in the room stirred, but she really should try to be more quiet. This would be the worst time to wake them up! “I mean, not a chance! As - As if I’d do something like that with a jerk like him!”

“Oh!” Shampoo happily said. “Then you not mind if Shampoo wake airen to have fun?”

In an instant, Akane’s battle aura flared up all around her. Not that it made Shampoo so much as flinch. If anything she was bored. Inspecting her nails. “Not. A. Chance.” Nope. Not happening. As if she was letting this - This bimbo get her hands on Ranma!

“Annoying,” Shampoo sighed. Then she blurred, and Akane suddenly remembered the difference in their skill level. It came with living in a society that put so much emphasis on martial arts, not to mention having lived all her life with a teacher as competent as Cologne. Not that Akane was exactly terrible in this area. She was at least able to correctly identify the direction the attack would come from. However! All that her attempt to turn into the attack to block it managed was to give Shampoo additional momentum so that she could flip Akane over, knock all the breath out of her lungs, then straddle her waist while pinning her shoulders to the floor.

“Get off!” Akane demanded (deliberately quietly as she thought she saw some movement over there), struggling uselessly against the superior strength keeping her pinned.

“That why Shampoo here,” the girl said, running her tongue over her lips. “But if Akane insist on getting in way, then maybe Shampoo better have tomboy for dinner instead of airen?”

The meaning of those words were rather lost on Akane… At least until Shampoo’s lips met hers. They were soft and weren’t being pressed particularly hard against her, so even then she wasn’t quite sure of what was happening until somehow Akane’s own traitorous tongue found its way into her rival’s mouth.

Their clothes vanished, and in Akane’s case were replaced with the lingering echo of Shampoo’s lips trailing down her body. She was not being restrained anymore, and could move her body freely. Yet her every effort to push Shampoo away somehow transitioned into something erotic. Groping her magnificent breasts. Pushing another part of their bodies together. It was like trying to untie a knot in a sentient piece of string, which was not only fighting you but making a persuasive argument for why the knot should remain right where it is.

“Ah!” Akane gasped, arching her back when Shampoo found a particularly sensitive spot and began to show it absolutely no mercy. Her head rolled back and she saw the boys still sleeping on the couch. Her hand clasped around her mouth and she tried desperately to stifle the moans and whimpers, but was having some real trouble. What if they woke up and saw her like this?

Then again… What <i>if</i> they woke up and saw her like this? It would be so embarrassing. So humiliating. So hot. So wrong! What was she doing? She shouldn’t be encouraging this! She should be - She ought to be back in her room sleeping. Not - Not engaged in - Engaging in!

“What matter?” Shampoo asked, peering up at Akane and then - without breaking eye contact - running that damn devilish tongue of hers all around Akane’s nipples. First one, and then the other. “You try not to make noise, wake up boys? You no want them see you like this?”

“Don’t you dare!” Akane breathed, trying desperately to contain her excitement. Denying the part of her that was screaming yes.

“Shampoo not wake them. Kitchen destroyer, on other hand…”

She felt a hand trailing up her thigh and began to wriggle and writhe. It felt so good! Why did it feel so good? Why was her body betraying her like this? She reached down to stop Shampoo from reaching the inevitable intended destination, but managed nothing more than somehow pulling Shampoo’s fingers ever closer… Closer… She would not give her the satisfaction. She wouldn’t! She couldn’t!

“Ah!” Akane gasped. Her hands gripped her mouth in an attempt to stifle it. Pleasure! This was pleasure! Whatever she’d thought had felt nice before wasn’t even a shade compared to this. Shampoo wasn’t wasting a single motion, nor a second of action. This was an expert at work and Akane felt her willpower completely fade in as much time as it took to formulate the thought that she should be fighting this, which took a lot longer to parse than it sounds under the circumstances.

This is what Ranma had been saying no to all this time? How was that possible? If Shampoo could do this to a girl, then how was it that Ranma hadn’t immediately gone back to China with her? Somehow she could still see Ranma, in girl form, sleeping on the bed even from this angle. She was so close… So close now!

“Something wrong?” Shampoo asked with a mischievous smirk. “Take hand away from mouth and tell Shampoo what is matter? Maybe you want boys to watch show? Is that it?”

“Yessssss!” Akane moaned. She couldn’t keep it in a single moment longer no matter what she tried. “Look at meeee! You lazy boys! I want you to see me like this! I want you to stare at us having sex!” Her eyes returned to the couch, but the boys weren’t there. For a moment Akane wondered where they were… At least until she felt herself being pulled away by Shampoo. Ranma’s friends had woken up, and while one of them was gripping Shampoo from the waist and roughly fucking her from behind, the other was bucking wildly into her mouth. At first it seemed as though they had complete control over the situation, but after a few seconds it became quite apparent that they were both being completely dominated by Shampoo.

And it was so hot. All Akane was able to think of doing was having her fingers dive into her gushing pussy to masturbate furiously. Shampoo had left her right on the edge, and she was desperate to finish it off! But she couldn’t, and she knew why. It was because nobody was paying her any attention. She had to be looked at by someone to get off!

“Akane?” a quiet voice said, and her head rolled back to meet her fiancee’s bleary eyes. “What’re you doing?”

“Cumming!” Akane exclaimed, suddenly sitting up… And finding herself back in her bed, in the room she was sharing with Yuka and Sayuri. Sweat was pouring off of her. Her muscles ached all over her body. Another dream? She pinched herself. Felt the pain. This was real. She fell back onto her pillow, with her arm resting against her weary forehead. Yep. Sleep seemed like it would be completely impossible now. Not a single chance in hell.

Especially since her imagination was inexplicably lingering on two images at once: The mental image of Shampoo’s naked body, and the inquisitive stare of a half awake girl form Ranma.
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Hiroshi tipped his sunglasses and surveyed the beach with a slow and steady gaze. After a moment of drinking in the sights, he leaned slightly over to the left and whispered to his buddy Daisuke. “So, is this the best beach ever… Or the best beach <i>ever</i>?”

His buddy chuckled and sipped from a can that he’d got from… somewhere. “If there’s a better beach anywhere on this Earth, I’d rather not visit. Might give an energetic young man heart problems down the line.”

There was a certain logic to that. It was a gorgeous day, and the two of them were the only boys on a packed beach. All around them were girls in bikinis of all kinds, frolicking and playing and occasionally asking the boys if they would like to put lotion on their back. Or sit in a place where the boys could easily watch as they put lotion on each other. A few scant feet away Ranma was in girl form bathing topless. The Tendo sisters were nearby as well, jumping on trampolines that were here for some reason. Shampoo and Ukyo were enjoying themselves in the ocean, and - Well, it was an ocean of babes and they were all soaking in the sun. How could things possibly get much better than this?

“Disaster!” an unfamiliar voice called. The two boys perked up their ears and they looked up to see a rather curious woman looming over them. Her bikini was fairly odd in design, not like anything they’d seen before. It almost looked like she’d sprouted wings from her back depending on the angle you looked at her from, and she seemed to be wearing some sort of weird hairstyle that made it look like she had horns. “Complete disaster! Excuse me, you two! Our organisation reps just called in sick and we need a replacement!”

“Replacement?” Hiroshi asked. “What exactly for?”

“They’re the people in charge of beach activities,” the woman said. “Contests, judging them and the like. I’d like you to be in charge of the wet t-shirt contest, while you can be in charge of the bikini beach babe contest.”

Daisuke turned to Hiroshi, who turned right back. The two boys smirked at each other. When opportunity knocks…

“What exactly would our responsibilities include? Assuming we were to accept this amazing opportunity?” Daisuke asked, trying and failing to keep his anticipation in check.

“Oh, you’d be in charge of judging the contests by whatever merits you choose,” the woman said. “You set the rules, you set the terms and then decide which competitor gets the cash prize at the end. It is entirely voluntary, so you won’t get paid in cash…”

“Hey, not a problem!” Hiroshi said. “We’d be only too happy to help out.”

“Of course you would,” the woman said, turning on her heel and swaying off like a sexy seductress into the crowd. “You’d better get going… It’s more fun for everyone if your dreams are less passive, you see….”

1. Meanwhile, Shampoo is dreaming of sexually dominating Akane.
2. Ranma finally actually arrives at the hotel.
3. Hiroshi and Daisuke take advantage of their responsibility.
4. Akane can’t sleep, and starts feeling an urge to wander around the hotel. Naked.
5. Something else