Story: Tsun-Der-SM

Akane Tendo was a popular girl, to say the least. The boys drooled over her. The girls admired her. She wouldn't hesitate for a moment to beat up a pervert or use her martial arts skills to defend someone in need. It was to the point that many thought of her as a 'pervert smasher'. A girl that hated perverts through and through.

Case in point, she had done a judo throw on a guy trying to take upskirt shots of some schoolgirls earlier on her morning jog. Honestly now, that was really kind of the perfect example for her of how some immature boys can be. It was almost as if they were asking for Akane to step on them.

Well. If they would set themselves up like that, then she had no problem in giving them what they wanted. No problem at all.

"I'm home!" Akane called out as she crossed through the gateway into her family's home, banishing thoughts of perverts and how fun it was to bash them to the back of her mind. Not seeing the rest of her family en route, she went right on upstairs and tossed her jogging equipment onto the bed to put away later on.

Then she noticed a damp spot on her underwear.

"Ugh... I have to learn how to control this..." she muttered to herself. "I shouldn't have so much fun punishing boys like that."

The girl then looked around as if making sure she definitely was alone. Then drew back her hand and spanked herself quite hard. "Bad Akane," she whispered, savouring the stinging feeling but wishing it was someone else administering it. "Naughty pervert!"

Right. Okay then. She got that out of her system. Now it was time for her to start training! Akane tugged her belt around her waist nice and snug and strolled off down to the training hall, quickly setting up a pile of bricks and putting her fist through the middle of them with practised ease.

Now, even a skilled martial artist can't do that without it stinging quite a bit. It's all about knowing where to put the pressure than it is strength, but you're still hitting a bunch of bricks in a row and that's bound to make your hand complain a bit. So Akane made to put the hand to her mouth to 'kiss it better' when all of a sudden she noticed a presence behind her. Or more accurately, a camera flash.

"You're in a good mood," Nabiki said. That was close. Akane had almost showed the absolute worst person her real nature! "Don't tell me, you finally found a nice boyfriend?"

"Some of us think about things other than boys, Nabiki."

Like whips and chains and paddles and hot wax and...

"Oh? Well that's a shame," Nabiki tutted. "I guess you won't be interested in what daddy has to say about some new guests coming in..."

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“I can’t believe you actually thought I’d want to marry any random girl you shoved in front of me!”

And now we jump to Ranma Saotome. Who, in turn, was jumping away from a large, irate, and also extremely dumb looking panda. This young man (currently girl) had lived quite the trying life. Largely... make that entirely due to the panda that was in pursuit of him.

Before this he'd done all kinds of insane bullshit. Like the cat fist, his training methods in general, dragging his ass off to Jusenkyo to get cursed. And before this arranged marriage nonsense he'd done probably the worst thing he'd ever done: Pulled him away at high speed from a cute girl he'd met in China. A chick called Shampoo.

Now, sure. One might say "she's trying to kill you," but Ranma had... a bit of a warped perspective on relationships. Especially with the opposite sex. See, he didn't interact with them all that often. Girls were a thing that were out there and they apparently were a bit of a waste of a martial artist's time. So, after years of being told this Ranma developed a bit of a complex: He wanted cute girls who were trying to hurt him.

Yes folks that is correct. Ranma honestly and sincerely thought that Shampoo was flirting with him. When she said things like ."Ranma I kill" it sounded like sweet nothings whispered over candlelight under a starry sky.

"Let me go back to China, old man!" Ranma protested, lashing out with a kick that sent the panda sprawling. "No way some chick you've picked can possibly match up."

Ah, Shampoo. He'd be seeing you again soon. That pretty scowl, the murderous intent... Oh, how it set his heart aflame. Ah. But he really should have been paying attention otherwise he might have noticed the panda sneaking up on him/her with a stop sign in hand. But alas, Ranma was too busy lost in his thoughts on that last thing he'd said.

No random girl he was about to meet could be half as cute or half as pain inflicting as Shampoo. Right?

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“And I’m better built to boot!”

Ranma had heard the phrase “Love at first sight.” But “Love at First Table to the Head” was a new one.

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Do forgive, dear reader, but let us skip forward about six months. It's a pain to reintroduce all of the characters all over again when the actual change to events is so minimal. To put it in simple terms all that had changed will be explained shortly.

"Idiot!"

"Uncute!"

"Loudmouth!"

"Unsexy!"

It had happened about a week after Ranma had shown up. Ranma and Akane had been arguing in the training hall. The rest of the family had been ignoring it. What were they arguing about? Doesn't really matter. They don't remember either at this point. The fact that they did remember was that they accidentally sort of maybe kissed a little bit in the middle of the argument, and then things escalated from there and they continued to insult each other even though they were, in essence, masturbating one another in the middle of the training hall.

"Jerk!"

"Violent!"

And then things escalated from there. Take tonight for example. The rest of the family were out, leaving the two of them alone. Inside of five minutes Ranma had been tied to the ceiling of Akane's bedroom, hanging there from his arms and legs while she stood in front of him in her underwear, brandishing a paddle menacingly.

"Sex changing freak!"

"Can't even cook!"

Akane stared at him for a bit, grunted, and then unfastened the straps to let him down. “Ranma?”

“Huh? What is it?” Ranma asked, a bit surprised to hear her tone soften.

“Are we stuck in a rut? I think we’ve been doing this for months now. It’s fun, but I think we need to figure out some more exciting ways to play.”

Ranma mulled it over for a bit. "I could always pick a fight with Ryoga. That always seems to get your motor running."

"I've not seen P-Chan for a couple of weeks though..." Akane sighed. The girl rubbed her forehead and tried to think about it. "Maybe we can find another obstacle race? It was really fun pretending we were arguing during that."

"Nah, I already looked. There's nothing due for another three months," Ranma sighed. "I could maybe trick Shampoo into thinking I'll go on a date with her in a way that Mousse would find out about?"

"No, that's played out too..."

This is the same problem that people get when they have regular highs on pretty much anything. The highs have to get higher and higher. Climb another mountain. Bigger than the last. But there's always an Everest. Always one that is taller than any other. Once you've climbed that, that is it. Even the highest you can climb will eventually get repetitive, and you can't go any higher so... boredom sets in. Tedium.

If they were just a few years older they’d have the wisdom to be more restrained with their games. But alas, they were young and the idea of “moderation” was as distant as the stars in their minds

Akane broke the awkward silence. "Let's just have some vanilla sex tonight. Maybe it'll inspire us."

Ranma nodded and lay back on Akane's bed. The insults had already got him good and hard, and her good and wet. Akane climbed aboard, straddling his waist. The two of them sighed with a little bit of relief. Plain it may be, it still felt nice.

"Maybe if we start doing this in public places?" Akane suggested. She began to bounce her hips while smoothing her hands out across his rugged manly chest. "You know. Lunchtime at school, we screw on the roof. Leave the door unlocked."

"That could work," Ranma said. "Especially if the Principle catches us, he'd probably have a wicked nasty punishment in mind."

“Oh god so many explosions.” Akane moaned, her hips grinding up against his dick. “Or maybe Ukyo will come up and, ah! We’ll have to hide from her!”

"Maybe your sister will sneak in with a camera and try to blackmail us," Ranma grunted, grabbing hold of Akane's butt and sitting up to feel her body against his. "Oh god, we should fuck in her room next. You can pretend to be her blackmailing me into being her sex slave."

"Oh fuck, that's so hot!" Akane moaned. The mere suggestions of these possible ideas were actually making them hotter than the actual sex they were having. Not that it wasn't affecting them. It definitely was. But the greatest erogenous zone anyone has is inside their head.

Then they heard a sound that left them both utterly mortified. Movement downstairs!

"I'm home!" Kasumi's voice drifted up from downstairs. "My friend had to leave early because her sister was unwell."

The lovers stopped for a moment and looked around the room. All of their toys were scattered about. The chains still attached to the ceiling, paddles on the floor, candles set around the room. The whole works. Kasumi was bound to come up looking for them and who knows what she might think if she caught them like -

That thought sent the two of them into a deep, deep climax that had them bury their mouths in each other's shoulders to keep the moans from getting out. Oh shit, they could both so easily imagine it. Kasumi finding them, being... gasp! Disappointed in them! Then giving them a multi-hour lecture on birth control and saying that she would have to tell their fathers.... Goodness, it was too much! Both of them came again right away!

“Ahhh oh fuck.. You… you idiot I’ve told you to not cum inside!” Akane hissed.

“Excuse me you weren’t exactly looking hesitant an gobbling up my dick!” Ranma hissed back

This was their normal post coitus pillow talk. Unfortunately they didn't have time to deal with that right now, as they could already hear footsteps on the stairs. Scramble! The two of them had a lot to do and barely enough time to do any of it in! They had to get dressed and tidy up Akane's room in maybe half a minute tops. Even with the chestnut fist Ranma might barely be able to manage it!

Of course there was always the possibility that Kasumi was going to her own room and not coming in here. But that was a risk too great to take! Ranma grabbed the paddles and stuffed them in Akane's wardrobe while she unhooked the chains and he tried very, very hard to not get distracted by the idea of the kind of thing she might do with those chains.

The door opened. Kasumi popped her head inside. Akane was sitting at her desk while Ranma was sitting by her looking bored.

"I still don't get this," Ranma said.

"Honestly, pay attention more in class," Akane elbowed him. "Oh, hi Kasumi. This idiot needs some help with his homework."

"Hey, quit calling me an idiot."

"If the shoe fits."

"This is why I call you uncute."

"Ugh! If you put half as much effort into your grades as you did at being annoying, you'd be top of the class!"

"Play nice, you two." Kasumi said. "If you need any more help with your homework, I'll be downstairs."

Then she left. Both of them let out a huge sigh of relief and practically fell into each other. That was a huge risk. The sheet of paper in front of Akane didn't even have anything written on it. If Kasumi had come inside to offer her assistance it would have been all over.

"Hey, Akane?" Ranma asked.

"Yeah?"

"Let's fuck while Kasumi's downstairs."

Akane took a deep breath. Then rolled over and planted her hands on her bed, and stuck her butt right out at him. Heh. Looked like the two of them might be able to find their way out of this rut after all.

At least for the foreseeable future...

Ranma’s mother shows up. How does Nodoka’s ideas on manliness jive with Ranma’s masochism?

Meanwhile, Shampoo finds a trinket (Reversal Jewel) that looks nice. Makes her act weird... but Ranma seems to like it.

Ukyo drags the pair off to the cave of cursed love. They break it due to their weird behaviour.

Outsider perspectives on the couple as they try to ramp things up.

Something else