Monday, 14 August 2017

Story: Dogi of Delights


Try to imagine what it must have been like to be a random civilian walking down the streets of Furinkan. You're going about your business, it's a beautiful day, nary a cloud in the sky. You might think that everything was normal, but that's not what people think when everything <i>is</i> normal. Instead you're thinking something like "I hope she likes these flowers," or "right, and when I get there this is what I'm going to do," or trivial little things like "these new shoes are too tight."

No, you are much more inclined to think "everything <i>was</i> normal". Because it was, and you weren't paying attention to it at the time. However, when something strange happens, that's when you think about how weird it is now compared to, say, ten seconds ago.

What would it be that you noticed first, by chance? Which of the pair, skipping gaily down the street, would have caught your eye first? The empty suit of clothing - by which we do not mean a businessman, but literally just clothes without anyone in them - moving under its own power, or the cute, busty girl wearing clothes just slightly too tight for her?

Either answer is acceptable, for both are rather... distracting sights. Albeit for different reasons.

"Come along Do-chan!" Akane cheerily called, oblivious to the stares of those she passed. Some checking her out, others aghast at the apparently sentient clothing skipping along with her. "I want you to meet my friends!"

Normally it would bother her that so many people were staring, but right now there was only one set of eyes she cared about. Ranma's. She wanted him to drink her in with his eyes, linger on her new curves, causing his passion to spike, and spike hard all over her now bigger chest. She wanted it harder than she wanted her next breath. And if that meant giving up Do-chan to get it, well then the choice was actually pretty easy.

"Sayuri!" Akane waved, seeing her friend heading towards her home. "Hello over there!"

"Akane?" the girl replied, turning around to see her. Now, Akane would admit to taking a little satisfaction in seeing how her eyes grew wide and wild at the sight of her, that little 'o' shape of surprise her mouth took. Quite satisfying! Akane gave her a twirl to let her have a better look. "Wow, you look amazing!"

Not that she didn't already. She was just, improved. Better than the mere good from before.

"Thanks! It's all down to Do-chan here!"

The delightful dogi was, at the moment, shyly cowering behind Akane, poking its collar out as though peeking out at Sayuri. It gave a little wave, then ducked back to hide behind its current owner.

"Do-chan, don't be shy. Sayuri's really nice."

"Do-chan...?" Sayuri asked. She leaned over to peek around Akane at the sentient clothing, causing it to skitter around her body to keep out of sight. Sayuri tried the other side to much the same results. "Akane, what weird thing has Ranma given you this time?"

"Not Ranma," Akane corrected. "Daddy brought it home. It's an enchanted dogi that brings out the best in you." Akane huffed and turned up her nose, only partly acting. "But Ranma's being a jealous idiot, and wants me to get rid of it. Do you think you could take care of Do-chan for me?"

To which, Do-chan began to rub up against her leg like a mewling kitten, a metaphor which made Akane feel even more sure that Ranma would want rid of the poor thing. She petted it, patted it, then turned around and scooped up the clothing into her arms, where its sleeves coiled protectively around her neck.

"Sayuri, won't you please give this poor sentient dogi a home?"

"Well... Okay, I guess?" Sayuri said. She reached out and stroked Do-chan under the collar. It shuddered and rippled under her touch. "Aw, it's so soft!" Girl, you have no idea. "Okay, I guess it shouldn't be a problem for a little while. Come on, Do-chan! Sayuri will take good care of you!"

Sayuri gently grabbed the dogi by the sleeve and lovingly pulled it out of Akane's grip. Oh, it was such a shame, but Akane knew this was for the best. Really, it was. Do-chan meekly followed after Sayuri, sleeve in hand, collar half twisted back as if looking longingly towards Akane. It was so totally adorable that she had to bite her lip to stop herself from calling out, telling them that she'd changed her mind.

It wasn't just her voice that was having second thoughts. Her heart was pounding due to the thought that she'd never wear it again. Breathing getting funny. Ooh, she would miss it. The way it felt wearing the dogi, the power, the raw sensuality balancing it out... The entire experience was intoxicating and she was giving it up. Just like that. Akane took a step forward and reached out a hand against her own will, mist falling over her eyes as Sayuri rounded the corner off towards her house. Do-chan reached out its spare sleeve - And then was gone.

That was the hardest thing Akane ever had to do. She spun around on her heels and stalked back off towards home. Right. No doubt about it, she was hornier than a field full of demonic bulls all playing brass instruments. With Do-chan gone, that meant Ranma would take her seriously when she said she wanted a deep, thorough, pigtailed boy dicking. Or, if there had been a watery mishap, she would settle for a tongue bath from a super sexy super cute redhead.

Actually... Now that she was thinking about it. What <i>was</i> Akane wanting when she got home? Sausage or clam? They were both so well made that either of them could easily fill this hunger she was feeling. Of course, she'd eventually try for both of them, but the one to start with was definitely the vital question needing answering.

"I'll just take whichever form he or she is in," Akane mused to herself aloud. Then internally she grinned. How would she go about seducing him/her? Nudity hadn't really worked before. Maybe she could borrow one of her sister's halloween costumes, and -

A finger tapped her on the shoulder. Akane turned around and beheld before her a thoroughly dishevelled wildly grinning Sayuri. The shirt she was wearing was hanging off her shoulder, her hair looked like she'd slept inside a tornado and her eyes were unseeing, as though they had beheld the form of true and ultimate bliss, though now they could see nothing else.

"Hi!" Sayuri said. "Um... 'Kane, could you take this back? Do-chan is, like, a little too wild for me."

To which, Do-chan performed a diving tackle directly into Akane's chest. It nuzzled there for a moment, but then moved away to focus entirely on her neck. Sayuri sighed contentedly, took a few steps back, and then bolted back down the street towards her house without even waiting for Akane to say anything.

"Uh... Not quite what I was expecting?" Akane mumbled. "Maybe Yuka...?"

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This may come as a surprise, but Ranma Saotome was a pretty decent tactician. He understood quite well the subtleties and intricacies of manipulating people. He was decently versed in seeking out vulnerabilities and exploiting them.

What he wasn't so good at was handling being horny. See, usually he had a pretty decent handle on that. Sure, he was surrounded by cute girls all the time these days, but since he became a cute girl himself half the time he'd quickly learned how much girls didn't like being ogled and cut that shit out. That had worked well, even on those odd occasions where Shampoo would get him up against a wall and grind against him. He might blush, he might get erect, but the urge to have sex with her was not really there.

Today that self control failed. Today, sitting up on the Tendo rooftop he had to admit to himself that he really wanted to bang Akane. If he'd stayed another few seconds in that room she would have been riding his dick all she wanted. And maybe even a little more than that. They'd have had sex, they'd have screwed, they'd have fucked and maybe if they could stomach it, they might have even - ew - 'made love'.

All of which bothered him pretty deeply. This was a rescue mission. Not a chance to prove all those who called him a 'playboy' correct. Akane Tendo was being changed into something that she was not, and her decision to accept that might have been influenced by the very thing changing her. Therefore, it was his mission to return her to normal and then let her make the choice, which to be frank he expected would involve slapping him in the face if he did succumb to temptation.

Trouble was, he wasn't entirely certain that even if she gave up the dogi that it would be enough to return her to normal. Realistically speaking, shouldn't that be his tactical goal?

Ranma stood up. "That's it! I shouldn't be worrying about that stupid sexy tomboy being corrupted by the dogi! The more time I spend around her, the likelier it is I'll do something I'd regret! Deeply enjoy, but then endless regret! I have to focus on a way to turn her back to normal, <i>then</i> get rid of the dogi! There's no point otherwise!"

At which point he was hit in the face by a sign, thrown by his panda-form father who was in the garden below. The sign read "Please don't broadcast your foreplay to the neighborhood, it's embarrassing to me as a father."

"An embarrassment like you is lecturing me?!" Ranma yelled, tossing the sign back. Hence, bringing on a fight that would provide him with a major distraction from the core issue at hand.
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Ukyo Kuonji was a patient woman. Really, she almost had to be. Ten years she'd been waiting for her chance to get her revenge on Ranma. Now that her goal had essentially flipped to the opposite of that, she could wait another ten before marrying him. It all came down to feeding him. The Saotome family had endless guts needing filling, and Ukyo intended to make sure as much as possible was fed with yummy okonomiyaki as possible.

She'd be nice to him. Friendly. Show off how cute she could be while he ate food he made for her. Food made with the secret ingredient called love!

Okay, maybe that last point was a little scooch too far... but the point still stood! All that remained in her way was Akane Tendo! A cute girl who couldn't cooke with a wicked temper-

"Hi Ukyo!"

And a body that could melt butter in a fridge. Ukyo blinked in confusion and irritation at the girl striding into her restaurant. She had half a mind to offer her a waitress job, except for some reason the girl's hair was a bit of a mess and there was a thin sheen of sweat across her forehead. Also, for some reason, she was carrying a dogi in her arms like it was a doll.

"Hi Akane," Ukyo said, giving Akane a nice friendly smile. Of course, this was also part of her plan: No need to be hostile to Akane in order to muscle her out. Play nice! Make friends. She was a decent girl if you could overlook the romantic rival thing. "So... What's happening with you today? Rough workout?"

"No... Just, visiting friends," Akane said with an odd twinkle in her eye. "Just got back from Yuka's place. I, uh... Am not sure I will be allowed back. Can I have some water?"

"Sure...?" Ukyo said. Huh. Weird. Akane was a pretty fit girl, but she looked like she'd run a marathon. Just visited her friends? Ukyo shrugged and handed over the glass of water. "Did you hear, by the way? There's a new restaurant opening up around the corner. As if I need the competition! Well, they'll soon learn that okonomiyaki beats noodles anytime!"

To which, Akane choked on her water. To Ukyo's big surprise, the dogi in her arms reached up and patted her on the back. "D-don't talk to me about noodles," Akane asked. "Listen! Uchan, you're my only hope. You're a martial artist, right?" Ukyo nodded. "Please take Do-chan! I think only a martial artist can look after it, any ordinary person might get a little overwhelmed..."

"Do-chan?" Ukyo asked. And then the dogi's collar turned towards her. Ukyo took a half step back. "You don't mean... the dogi?"

There was a sudden ear splitting noise that Ukyo could only describe as "horde of excited happy puppies seeing a yummy treat." Presumably okonomiyaki, but she digressed! The dogi leaped clear out of Akane's arms and dove towards Ukyo with tremendous glee and excitement. By the time Ukyo had processed 'sentient clothing' it was already too late to defend herself as it meticulously tore the clothes from her body and -

"Oh!" Ukyo gasped once it was all over ."Oh my goodness! This is quite... snug, isn't it?"

"Aw! Do-chan likes you!" Akane cooed. "You two have fun now! Please take good care of Do-chan for me."

"W-wait a minute! I need a little more information oooooh what was that?"

'That' was the feeling of cloth rippling across her body. 'That' was a delightful feeling unlike anything Ukyo had ever felt before. It travelled across her legs, around her arms, up her stomach, around her hips and into sensitive places that Ukyo never normally felt things from. But she felt them now, and it felt divine.

But just as she was shaking off that surprising sensation... Akane was already gone. Blast it! "Urgh, I can't serve customers dressed up like thi-iiiiiiis!" Ukyo suddenly gasped. "Woah! Frisky little thing, aren'tcha?! No wonder that prudish girl wanted rid of you!"

Though Ukyo hadn't quite yet realised that the reason Akane had rushed off so quickly was, simply put, because she was anything but prudish right now. If anything quite the opposite. When was the last time you heard of a prude hurrying off home to seduce and have sex with a gender switching martial artist regardless of what form they were in?

Alright, maybe that was a little too specific... Still, the point is made. Much like Ukyo would be about to get 'the point' any moment now.


  1. Stick with Ukyo as the dogi works its magic.
  2. Nabiki tries to overcome her addiction with limited success.
  3. Akane initiates operation: Tame the Wild Horse
  4. Sayuri and Yuka are, to say the least, worried about Akane.
  5. Ranma finally begins his investigation into how to cure Akane.
  6. Something else

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