Story: Addictive Okonomiyaki

"I'm amazed you get on so well with Ukyo."

That statement came rather out of nowhere, nearly knocking Akane clean off her feet. She turned to Yuka, walking next to her as they approached Ukyo Kuonji's place of work/residence and quirked an eyebrow in a question she wasn't quite sure how to put into words.

"What she means is," Sayuri coughed. "She's the only real competition you've got for Ranma's affections -" She stopped, looked at Yuka for a moment, and then all three girls said the same thing in unison.

"Who wants Ranma's affections?"

Cue Akane giving her friends the stinkeye. And you'd better believe, a martial artist of her level could give someone a battle aura induced stinkeye like you wouldn't believe.

"Now that we've got that out of the way," Sayuri smiled innocently. "You know full well that he can't stand Shampoo or Kodachi, and would gladly avoid hanging out with them given the choice."

"Especially given Shampoo's cat form."

Look closely enough and you could visibly see Sayuri bite down the obvious and trite 'pussy' joke. The girl went right into her next comment without missing much of a beat. "But Ukyo? He actively seeks her out. They spend time together, they obviously get on. She's also really cute. As in, really really cute."

"I've seen you checking her out in the locker room," Yuka accused.

"Nothing wrong with scoping out potential competition," Sayuri nodded. "It's a crime that she ties those works of art down."

"You started with a point," Akane deadpanned. "At least I think you did."

"Well, if anyone could make a successful move to steal Ranma away from you, then it would probably be Ukyo," Yuka explained. "So, that makes it really weird that you're such close friends with her."

Honestly. These two. They were getting as bad as their fathers these days! Akane scoffed, rolled her eyes and continued on her way towards Uchan's. "Listen, between us I'm kind of hoping to set Ukyo up with this new boy that we met recently."

"Ooh, a new boy?" Sayuri squealed. "Is he half as cute as the new waitress she's got working for her?"

A glazed look passed over Akane's face right at that moment. Oh yes, she could see it quite easily. All the boys coming along to check out the cute girl, who might actually be cuter than Akane. A cute girl that was actually a really feminine boy.

"Ah... It might be better if I introduced you to him inside," Akane said, half laughing as she spoke. For now the conversation died as they pushed their way inside... only to find no trace of Ukyo or Konatsu, or indeed anyone at all. Huh? That was weird. There wasn't anyone here. Though there was a pot full of sauce which smelled absolutely divine. It smelled as if the taste of the sauce alone would be among the most delicious things she'd ever put to her tongue.

"Huh? Where did the staff go?" Yuka pondered. "Kind of careless leaving the front door open while nobody is here."

"It's their fault if so..." Sayuri sang, sniffing at the sauce. She looked around and then scooped some of it into a flask that she had on her for some reason. "I'm sure a free sample wouldn't go amiss."

"Sayuri!" Akane hissed. "You shouldn't steal 'free samples' like that! Especially from a friend of mine!"

"Friend, romantic rival, who can even tell anymore?"

Ugh, her friends were incorrigible. What was a responsible girl like her even doing hanging out with these two anyway? Oh yes, that's right. Someone had to keep an eye on them. And they were kind of fun when they behaved themselves.

"Huh? Did I just hear the door?"

Speaking of kind of fun when they behaved themselves, that was coming from upstairs. Akane immediately moved towards there, wondering what he was doing up there. "Ranma? Is that you?"

"Akane?" Ranma answered. "Oh, hey. Uh! Listen, Uchan's not feeling too great today, so we should probably close up."

"What were you doing upstairs?" Akane asked. She moved to go past Ranma, but he absently got in her way. "If Ukyo's that sick, maybe she'd like some company?"

"Ah! Oh, no. You don't wanna go up there," Ranma insisted. "It's, uh, pretty gross up there. Messy."

"Well then, she needs our help even more."

"No, no." Ranma shook his head. "Uh, she's got Konatsu to take care of her."

"Konatsu?" Sayuri asked. "Isn't that the cute new waitress?"

<b>"God, Konatsu! Right there! That's exactly what I needed!"</b>

Stillness. Quiet. Time itself seemed to stand still. For a while there Akane completely forgot how to breath. Even thinking a single thought seemed dangerous in this situation. The four of them might have stayed like that forever had Ranma not coughed awkwardly.

“Ucchan needed a massage.” Ranma said quickly.

“And where is she getting massaged?” Sayuri asked.

<b>"Mistress Ukyo! Forgive me for placing my hands on your rear so recklessly!"</b>

Ranma coughed again. "We should, uh, maybe leave them alone for a while..."

Yeah, this was right about the point that Akane's frustrations bubbled over a little bit. She grabbed hold of Ranma's ear in a grip more unbreakable than any martial arts hold and tugged him the rest of the way down the stairs. "You were peeping on them, weren't you? Dummy! Give them a bit of privacy already!"

"Ow, ow, ow!" Ranma complained. "H-Hey, let me at least finish my okonomiyaki before we -"

At this point Akane was so irate with him that she grabbed the remaining okonomiyaki off the plate and ate it herself right in front of him. Which made Ranma whimper like a scolded puppy. As if something like that would make Akane break stride!

"Honestly, it's not good enough that you've got those girls throwing themselves at you. Now you're peeking on them when they finally hook up with someone else!"

In a sense that frustration was saving Akane a lot of embarrassment right about then. If not for that adrenaline rush she was getting from telling him off, she'd have probably succumbed to her newfound addiction a lot faster than she did.

Sayuri looked confused, “So wait, is Konatsu a boy or just a girl with a-”

“Please don't bring up your weirder comics.” Yuka slapped her hand over her friends mouth.

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A while back Akane had acquired a lock for her bedroom door. She was pretty grateful for it right about now. Flopped back on her bed with her panties around her ankle, the girl was masturbating like her life depended on it.

She didn't get it. She never normally got to be this horny. Maybe a little bit, but not so bad that she'd helplessly lie here hitting her bingo button over and over again. Ah! This was horrible. Well, no. Not horrible. That was the problem. It felt <i>fantastic</i>, but she really ought to stop. There were only so many muffled orgasms she could bring herself to before somebody noticed something.

Yes, muffled. The first time she'd mumbled Ranma's name, she'd grabbed a pillow to try and smother herself. This proved difficult to maintain as her off hand kept on slipping away and letting go of the pillow so that she could fondle her own breasts, but she'd found a workable solution by rolling over onto her stomach and lying there ass up in the air with her face in the pillow.

As she'd thought earlier on, thank goodness for the lock on the door. Imagine if somebody walked in with her body in such an erotic and inviting pose!

Imagine if it was Ranma. Imagine if he dropped his trousers, stepped up to her and - Her traitorous fingers began working even more furiously. The vision of it was crystal clear in her mind. He'd walk in and say something like-

“Wow I never thought you’d be the kind of girl to do this sort of thing.” Yeah he’d say something like that. While leaning in from her now open window. Which she forgot to lock.

Akane whimpered as she lifted her face from her pillow and saw him right there, crouched on her windowsill with a shit eating grin on his handsome face. She tried to pull her fingers away. Instead they seemed to draw upon new strength, going almost as fast as the chestnut fist.

“Raannnnmaaaa!” She shouted at him, not quite sure if it was from the orgasmic lust or anger.

Normally Ranma would scarper on hearing that timber in her voice. Instead, he hopped into the room and grabbed hold of her butt. "Man, I don't get why I'm so horny today but... Is it okay?"

The meaning of that question was clear cut. Normally Akane would've pelted him for touching her this way or even trying to ask it. But right now, if he <i>hadn't</i> done both of those things, she might have socked him one for good. This deep hot wetness needed to be filled in any way possible, and by god she'd rather Ranma be the one to do it.

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Ranma wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders right now. He didn't realise it yet, but that okonomiyaki had done a number on his libido something fierce. Screwing Uchan? That was the starter. It didn't take him long at all to get hard again.

Which was when his libido piped up with what he'd usually find as an odd suggestion: Go to Akane. After all, they were supposed to be engaged. Right? And in spite of everything she's still a really cute girl. Right? No harm in checking if she's okay with a little action. Right?

Wrong. Normally at least. If Akane hadn't eaten that last piece of okonomiyaki then Ranma, on trying to score with Akane, would have normally found himself waking up in another time zone. Now, that's not to say that she found him unattractive. Oh, no. It was simply a case of expressing it. A case which was being tossed out for a while by her own needy arousal letting her libido finally have a voice.

It's quite uncanny how similar the two of them are, in a way.

Which is how he found himself in this situation. Balls deep inside Akane while she grabbed a pillow and muffled herself with it. There'd been a hell of a lot of sexual tension between the two of them and their bodies were extremely grateful that, at last, they were getting down to business.

Seeing the tomboy's naked body writhing like this brought a real and genuine smile to Ranma's lips. Look at her. She's a lot more slender than he was expecting. Not an ounce of fat. She was fit, she was healthy, and he could run his hands up and down the side of her body all day, every day for the rest of his life. Such thoughts were usually alien to him. As would be the thought that Akane's tight pussy felt better for him than Ukyo's, though they were both extremely nice.

And then... release. Blissful release. It felt as though he were letting out a year's worth of frustration all at once, even though he'd cum inside of Ukyo earlier on as well.

Cum... Inside of Ukyo. Like he did with Akane right now. Ranma slowly blinked as the effect of the okonomiyaki finally and fully left his system. Within the space of about an hour, he'd had sex with Ukyo and Akane.

As a certain great philosopher once said: Shit. Ranma felt immediately very embarrassed over this. He pulled his softening dick away from Akane's privates and... Oh boy, there wasn't a nervous enough gulp for what he was feeling right now.

"Uh... sorry?" he offered.

"Sorry?" Akane sleepily pushed herself off her bed. "That's not what a girl likes to hear after a boy takes her virginity."

Taken her virginity. He'd taken both Ukyo and Akane's virginity, and also lost his own. What the hell was he thinking?! Had he taken leave of his senses? And why did he have this overwhelming craving for okonomiyaki?

"Oh, you've gone soft?" Akane said, sounding genuinely disappointed. She reached over to her nightstand, grabbed a glass and tossed it at Ranma before he even knew what was happening. "You're not done yet buster. Get back to work!"

"Eh?!" Ranma Saotome, now in cute girl form, yiped moments before being tackled to the floor by her extremely turned on fiancee. "Uh, Akane! Wait a minute, let's talk about this over a nice delicious freshly baked special okonomiyaki, only at Uchan's."

But this was to no avail. While Ranma was free from the aphrodisiac effects of that special treat, Akane was still lingering on a little bit more. And as it turned out, the rumours about her sexuality weren't quite as off base as they might first appear.

1. Back at Ukyo's, she and Konatsu have snapped out of it and are struggling against the addiction.
2. Ukyo and Konatsu try to resume restaurant work. But every okonomiyaki Ukyo makes now has that same effect.
3. Ranma slips out of Akane's room and tries to think. Can't quite get over the addiction though.
4. Ranma decides to roll with it because seriously, this is hot.
5. Something else