Ah, the fresh mountain air. There was something about a good hike outdoors that really cleared the mind. You wake up after a good night's sleep and your body is ready for training. A brisk walk while breakfast was being made with your especially obedient pet was just what Akane needed for kickstarting another good day.
There was only one problem with this plan so far as she could tell. That problem being, it would involve taking her head away from its nice comfortable pillow. It was like trying to leave bed on a cold winter's morning. It wasn't that she was a pervert or anything, but resting her head on boy form Ranma's chest was all kinds of soothing.
The funny thing was, Akane was pretty sure she was on the other side of the tent when they went to sleep last night. How had she wound up over here? She had been so adamant about there being no distractions after the disaster that was Ryoga’s visit, but here she was snuggled up against a warm manly mass of muscles.
"Bweee?"
"I'll be up in a minute P-Chan," Akane sighed, feeling genuinely content. Her hand absently reached under Ranma's shirt to stroke his abs. "... Make that half an hour."
Curse her failing willpower! She had to resist this temptation. She had to get up and train.
It didn’t help that martial arts had intertwined itself into Akane’s love life. Not just from her parents engagement, but a good half of her dates and outings with Ranma and Shampoo were kickstarted from a martial arts match or some sparring session. It made this serious training session difficult to keep just a training session.
Akane hated to admit it but sex was awesome. Really, really awesome. No wonder boys wanted it so much. It didn't excuse them trying to make her date them through trial by combat, but. Ugh! How did she live without this before? If she wasn't careful then she'd spend all day -
"Breakfast is ready!" called Shampoo, poking her head through the tent flap. Akane's nostrils flared up. Her eyes flickered towards the foreign girl standing there. Beheld her in a naked apron.
Ten seconds later Akane was sitting outside eating... something delicious, she wasn't really looking at it, the sight of Shampoo in a naked apron was a positively hypnotic sight. Akane didn't even notice when Ranma sat down next to her until he said "Morning."
Shampoo dropped some food into a bowl for P-chan to eat. In the process bending over, and causing both Ranma and Akane's heads to tilt in exactly the same way at exactly the same time.
“Why are you wearing th-that!?” Ranma finally found the strength to ask the question that had been in the parts of the mind not focused Shampoo’s incredible body.
"That is a good point," Shampoo said, and bye bye apron. Akane wobbled and fell into Ranma's chest, which returned her to the nice place that she didn't want to leave this morning. "Be sure to eat up. We need lots and lots of strength for training today."
"Right," Ranma said. His eyes wandered and roamed all over Shampoo's body, while his right hand copied the same trip across Akane's. "Training. Martial arts training. Because that's why we're here. Up in the mountains. Far, far away from anyone else. Nothing to look at but nature and each other."
"Bweeeee!" P-chan complained.
“Master forgot about the cute piggy.”
"So why are you strutting around naked anyway?" Akane said, stumbling a little over the word naked. It felt like if she said it too loudly it would echo around the mountains.
"Oh, this?" Shampoo asked, looking down at herself as if only noticing for the first time. "Shampoo though... I thought it would be a good idea to teach you some advanced techniques from my village."
"And you have to be naked for that?" Ranma asked, though his tone made it clear he was not complaining in the least.
"Yes," Shampoo nodded. "It is very important that we all be naked for this. Technique can only be mastered by women who can control their emotions, including shame. No can get distracted by other women's sexy bodies either."
Both Ranma and Akane were stubborn jackasses who were rather confident in their martial arts ability. Despite that, both of them had the same thought at that moment in time: We are not going to manage this.
"It is forbidden for men to learn this technique," Shampoo continued. "Too, too forbidden. It is dangerous for a man to learn it. Dangerous for them, dangerous for others."
"What about me?" Ranma asked. Ask a stupid question, get a cup of water upended over your head. Incidentally, this did not change Akane's level of appreciation of the chest she was snuggling into. It only changed the form it took. "Hey!"
"Is this technique really all that special?" Akane asked.
Shampoo put her bowl down, dusted off her hands - and then wrapped her leg around her head in such a way that she kicked the tree next to her. This knocked a rather large dent out of it, as though she'd kicked it with about a quarter of her full strength. Then she whipped her arm around in a nigh impossible angle to strike a large rock by their campsite, sending it rolling along for several feet at quite the pace. It only stopped when it hit an exposed root, though gave the impression it could have gone for much further than this.
"This is called 'Strike of the Unwound Spring'." Shampoo said. "By discarding negative emotions, you make your body too too flexible. It gives up a large amount of your strength, but lets you move in ways that can catch enemy off guard."
“Oh god that explains how she pulled that off last week.” Akane whispered in religious awe. P-chan did a doubletake, what did she pull off last week!? No, wait maybe he was better off not knowing... Then again his imagination would fill in the blanks! Ah! But if he learned then he'd never unlearn it! Which fate was worse?!
"This doesn't sound like such a big deal!" Ranma scoffed. "Something like that, I'll have it mastered in no time flat!"
To Akane's frustration (and P-chan's relief) Ranma stood up - and stripped down in record time. She stood there in the middle of the camp with her hands on her hips, shaking the water out of her hair.
"Alright! Let's get this show on the road!" she cheered. At first, there was no response. "Guys?" Ranma asked. She looked around at the other two girls. "Why are you looking at me like I'm the last steak at the feast?"
The tension was broken when Akane grabbed ahold of Ranma's butt. Ranma jumped, causing her chest to jiggle, and in turn Shampoo's face fell into that fantastic cleavage as if gravity had pulled her in.
"H-hey girls! Cut that out!" Ranma attempted to protest. "We're here to train, not fool around!"
"How about a warm up first?" Akane asked. She rose to her feet and pressed her body into Ranma's back, while Shampoo trailed a series of kisses up to Ranma's neck, jaw, chin and finally mouth. Completely cutting off any further possible protestations Ranma may have had. "We only now woke up. Our muscles may need a little fine tuning."
Shampoo broke off her kiss from Ranma, and then kissed Akane over Ranma's shoulder. The pigtailed girl's eyes were all glazed over by this point, and so her hand reached up to touch Shampoo's body. Didn't much matter where. It was all fantastic.
After that, things became a bit of a blur. A great big blur that left a certain black piglet completely traumatised.
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Is there anything in the world more dangerous than a pair of idiots trying to come up with a clever scheme? Probably not. The Dunning-Kruger effect is often underestimated for its role in tragedies.
Well, actually there is one thing more dangerous in the world: A pair of half drunken idiots trying to come up with a clever plan. See, they have to be half drunk because any more than that and their thinking would become so detached from reality that they won't even remember what they came up with the next day. Half drunk? They'll remember enough.
Now ordinarily the ring-leader in half-drunk zany schemes in this pair was Genma Saotome. Those sorts of plots being more his type. But with the addition of a threat to his daughter’s love live had inspired Soun Tendo to action. Now, the truth that Shampoo was no threat to his daughter’s love live and had, if anything, enhanced it was one he was blind to. Not his fault really, Akane was keeping it a secret from him after all.
"I tell you Genma, that slut is a danger to the engagement," Soun hiccuped. "She's - hic - pretending to play nice with my daughter, but we all see the way she looks at your son. And sometimes at your daughter, too."
“Well boys will be boys.” Genma said, the booze turning off his filter, “I’m sure he’d be careful with her…”
"Boys being boys is exactly what I'm worried about," Soun replied. “What if he gets her pregnant!”
“Hmmm Nodoka would probably think a grandchild is cut-”
<i>”Are you listening to me Saotome!?”</i> Oh dear out comes the demonic visage. <i>"We must come up with a way to protect your son's virtue from that foreign tramp!"</i> (As he said this Ranma was busy sticking more than one finger into parts of Shampoo’s body while Akane cheered her on.)
Genma took another big gulp of booze. Then said the single scariest sentence that he - or any drunken idiot - could possibly say.
"I have a cunning plan." he leaned in close to Soun. "Listen carefully, old friend. This will assuredly guarantee the engagement succeeds!"
Soun turned his ear to hear what Genma would say. Then he stayed like that for about half a minute, nodding along before eventually saying "Saotome... you appear to have fallen asleep."
Alas, Genma was not quite drunk enough to forget his cunning plan.
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An hour later, the three girls were standing in a row trying not to look at one another. There were little welts all over Ranma's body, in particular her neck, as though a geriatric vampire had forgotten to put its dentures in but was determined to get at that sweet, sweet blood.
"Now that's out of our system, we can start training," Shampoo said to the ground.
"Alright! I'm pumped to start training!" Akane said in P-chan's general direction. Her pig was sitting silently watching them with what would, on a human, be described as a thousand yard stare. "I've been wanting to push to the next level for a while now, and I won't let this chance pass me by!"
Ranma gurgled unintelligibly, and happily.
"... Maybe we should get back to her later on?" Akane suggested. "So how do we start?"
"Is simple," Shampoo said. “First you need to purge your body of negative emotions.” She glanced over to the dazed looking pig. “Like, let’s pretend that P-chan there is someone you know. Like that boy Ryoga who was here yesterday.”
Neither girl noticed Ranma twitch.
“So pretend he’s seeing you naked.” Shampoo said.
Akane put her fist through a tree with a display of strength that surprised even her.
"Guh..." Akane blushed. She pulled her hand out. "S-sorry, that was pretty embarrassing. Letting a boy other than Ranma see me naked is a little... You know."
“That’s exactly the reaction I was hoping for. I was told to imagine a statue of a duck was Mousse. I nearly crushed it’s head screaming.” Shampoo said happily.
"How did you learn to control yourself?" Akane asked.
"Is easy," Shampoo said, slipping behind Akane. "Take a deep breath. Push away all emotions for now. Let Shampoo - let me handle this for you."
Okay... Akane didn't quite know what to make of this but she took that deep breath. Then right as she was about to breath out, Shampoo hit her right in the middle of her spine and at the base of her neck at the same time. She wobbled on her feet, then felt Shampoo grab hold of her wrist and gently, gently pull it back up and around her head.
"There, that released hormones into your brain to make you a little docile," Shampoo said. "Not much, just enough for me to work some magic here."
Magic, huh? Yeah, it felt like magic. Akane was totally disconnected from her own body. Shampoo was guiding her around, tying her limbs into knots that should not have been possible.
Meanwhile, a certain black pig was starting to stir. That had been an intense experience to say the least. Witnessing an erotic threesome between three girls, one of whom you adore and one of whom you hate, all three of them being drop dead gorgeous... it did things to his emotions that were totally indescribable leaving Ryoga totally lost. Still! He had found himself again. Now his target was plain to see. That foreign girl corrupting his beloved Akane. (Ryoga’s constant oscillation between thinking Shampoo was a victim of Ranma and the villain was quite amusing, to bad nobody was in on the joke) He'd bite her ankle and make her back off -
"Kendoist walking in on you in the bath."
Snap! It was the sound like a whip cracking through the air. In actuality, it was Akane's limbs going "wait, what the fuck is going on?" and immediately, violently pulling her into a position that was a bit more natural for her to be in.
Unfortunately said position left Akane whirling around outside of her own control, forcing Shampoo to grab hold of her to keep her steady. Resulting in two naked girls embracing one another. With their breasts squishing right into each other. Now, it was actually the case that Akane was trying not to fall over. But because of the way they were standing, it really looked like they were about to tongue each other into submission.
And that right there sent the pig back to his happy/unhappy place.
"W-woah!" Akane gulped. "What happened there?"
"Lost control of emotions. Lost control of body," Shampoo said. "You see? You could physically do it. All in a state of mind."
Akane took another deep breath and made to stand up on her own power now that she wasn't so disoriented anymore. Then she found herself staring into Shampoo's eyes. Became aware of how close they were. Of the soft feeling of Shampoo's skin. The way their boobs were smooshing together. Oh right she was in love with this girl and her naked body was right there.
"We should really focus on training," Akane said.
"Yes," Shampoo said in agreement. "That is what we're here for."
Five second later, Ranma blinked. "Whooo boy!" she laughed. "Whew, that was intense! Kinda spaced out for a moment there. Alright, so how do we learn this techni-"
She was cut off by the sight of her fiance and her, ahem, slave physically throwing each other into wild lesbian sex with such abandon that one might believe they had been told their lives and the lives of everyone they loved depended on it. The pair of them were scissoring, lying on top of a mat they'd set out.
"A-after this we f-focus on training!" Akane grunted, thrusting her hips violently into Shampoo's. Any non-martial artist being on the receiving end of this would have come away with an injury.
"Yes!" Shampoo cried, though it wasn't entirely sure if she was agreeing with Akane or, ahem, <i>really agreeing</i> with Akane. An impression made even more vague when she grabbed Akane's foot and began sucking on the toes.
To this sight, Ranma had but one observation to make.
"Buh."
All truth told, not an awful lot of training would be getting done on this day of training trip. Don’t worry, they had at least a few more to go.
- Attempts to train continue, but are interrupted by mutual lust.
- Skip to the end of the training trip.
- P-Chan has enough, and finds some hot water and clothes from... somewhere.
- A certain bunch of mischief makers can't leave well enough alone, and track the trio down.
- Something else
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