Ranma Saotome was never the sort to back down from a challenge he thought he could win; that is to say, almost any set before him. That being said he wasn't the kind of idiot that would accept any old thing tossed his way either. No. He was the kind of idiot that insulted the girl he maybe sort of liked. The kind of idiot that got so wrapped up in his own ego that he'd become completely ignorant of what others were feeling at the time.
Which made the situation he was in just a little bit complicated. On the one hand, his male hormones were telling him, "I have a cute girl sitting in my lap that really, really wants to have sex. With me. Why am I still wearing pants again?" while a newer part of his mind, perhaps born from his curse putting him into frequent feminine form, retorted with "Because she's not acting normal, this is the spell she's under and she doesn't know what she's doing."
At which point the jackass part of him would grunt and say, "Feh, it's only Akane. Clumsy tomboy would probably find some way to make it hurt, and besides she's nowhere near as cute as my girl form!" and his pride would say, "Challenge accepted!" over and over again...
You get the point. He was just a little bit jittery. And horny. And nervous. And her shirt was being tossed across the room, revealing that she had made the essential tactical decision to decline wearing a bra while seducing him. Given how much of a pain those things were to take off - which he knew because of a few forced shopping trips with Mom, which was a topic he reeaaally didn't want to dwell on because that's how complexes are born - the perverted part of him that was rather eager to see how things went was pretty pleased by that turn of events. The rest of him, not so much.
"Like what you see?" Akane asked, playfully covering her nipples with her hand. "Not so flat chested, am I? Admit it. You want to stick your cock right here in between them so that I can give it a good, satisfying squeeze!"
"Not even a little," Ranma lied. Alright. Get your head back in the game here. Ignore the way she'd turned around in your lap to press her butt right up into the rather obvious bulge he knew hiding was pretty much impossible, but wanted to do anyway. Ignore how good that felt and focus on winning! "Nngah! I preferred you when you were a tomboy!"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of your dick screaming to be let in," Akane said, leaning back into his chest. She lay her head on his shoulder and looked him right in the eyes. "Would you please repeat that?"
He was so distracted by how close her face was to his that he didn't even catch Akane dragging his hands around her waist until he noticed his own hands stroking her stomach. Fit. Very fit. Even though you couldn't see the muscles underneath you could certainly feel them. All of a sudden his mouth felt very, very dry.
"I- I want my tomboy back! Not s-some lewd girl that throws herself at me out of nowhere!"
"Oh? 'Your' tomboy, is it? Mind telling me what it is you like about 'your' tomboy? She's clumsy. She's short tempered. You always say she has no sex appeal, and you get into... disagreements constantly. Wouldn't you rather have a fun-loving girl like me?"
"S-Something like this has to mean -" he started, but it seemed as though his opponent this day had decided to go right for the kill shot. After all. He could hardly convince her of much of anything if she kissed him. Especially kissing him like that!
He could feel everything. Their bodies pressed together with but a thin layer of fabric between. Every curve, every nuance, very nearly every muscle and every breath up against him. The kiss was sapping away strength, the will to fight, the will to win. What was it she'd said earlier? That if she won he wouldn't regret it? Ranma could kind of see what she meant by that. Would it really be such a bad thing if he let this happen? No more stupid arguments over stupid misunderstandings, no more mutual dancing on eggshells and lots and lots of sex... In the end, would that really be such a terrible thing?
<i>Hi, I'm Akane. Want to be my friend?</i>
All of a sudden, Ranma leaped up to the ceiling out of Akane's grip while she was left down on the bed. Because the answer to both questions was, in the end, "yes."
"Looks like I win," Akane said, licking her lips. "I get to keep the dogi."
Ranma grunted. Yeah, that's right. He was supposed to win by convincing her he loved her without kicking her off his lap, and here he was up on the ceiling. Whatever. He'd find some other way to win this. For now he had to get over to Nabiki's room and find out what the hell happened to her. Although he had to say one thing. Now that his adrenaline was running he was more determined than ever to get this sorted out. What was more, he was certain that nothing Akane could possibly do in this state of mind could seduce him back into bed with her -
*sob*
That had been timed so his fingers were tugging up the windowsill at that very moment. The sound made Ranma freeze completely in place. It was a funny thing. He could handle an angry Akane. He could tolerate a smug Akane. He could even withstand it if she threw herself at him! But a crying Akane was like if Superman found something worse for him than kryptonite.
"Oh, no!" he said, deliberately not turning around. "Don't you dare. Don't even think that's gonna work!"
"What did I do wrong?" Akane sniffed. "I mean, I'm soooo much cuter now! My boobs are a little bigger, my figure's a little nicer! Do you hate me so much that you still don't want anything to do with me, even when I throw myself at you?"
It's a trap. It's such an obvious trap. Remember, Ranma, she's still being influenced by the dogi, and when you find out a way to reverse the spell she'll remember this and be entirely justified in killing you. Just keep on reminding yourself of that little fact and you'll be absolutely -
"It- it's so unf-faaaaair! Waaaaah!"
"There, there!" Dammit, he was so close to escaping! Now he was holding on to her topless - Wait, were those her shorts over there? Make that naked - body and giving her hair a series of calming strokes that weren't doing anything for his mood at all. "It's not that I didn't wanna do it, it's just I'd rather do it if you weren't under some freaky spell."
"But I'm, like, so much happier this way!"
"That's the spell talking," Ranma said. "So get your hand off my butt and let me get rid of that dogi, then we'll get you back to normal and -"
"And then I'll just be a miserable, uncute tomboy that gets into fights with the guy I like, 'cause I'm too shy to make a move," Akane sniffed. "Thanks. But no."
"It's for your own good."
"So is this," Akane breathed, wiping away the last of her tears. "Ranma, you've forgotten what the core tennant behind Anything Goes is. Get in here!"
The door to Akane's room creaked open. Standing in the doorway was a very twitchy Nabiki, clad head to toe in that dogi. Her mouth had been covered up with a strip of cloth, and the way she was moving gave sort of an impression that the body within was trying her best to fight it. Her eyes met his, and there was a brief trace of panic before they sort of rolled up and her whole body went slack. The dogi itself seemed to be rippling across her body, and in a weird way Ranma felt a sympathetic shudder, as though she was feeling too much pleasure all at once and was somehow transmitting it across the room. Or perhaps it was simply empathy on his part?
"Didn't wanna be selfish in keeping this much fun to myself," Akane giggled. "So... I asked the dogi if it could, you know, maybe let my sisters wear it for a little while? Just to help make them happy too! First Nabiki, then maybe next week Kasumi, and who knows where from there!"
- Suddenly Ranma has to fight both Tendo sisters at once. Akane without the dogi, Nabiki with it forcing her actions.
- Flashback to Nabiki's experience with the dogi.
- The trio are interrupted by the usual craziness.
- Something else
1 or 3, I think.
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