Story: Tsundere Thighs

"So what stupid thing did he do this time?" Sayuri asked. "Did he not push away one of the other girls after him quickly enough, insult your figure, refuse to eat your cooking, or do something insanely romantic by apparent accident?"

There was a swirl of emotions in Akane's mind right about then. Firstly, she was embarrassed that her friends had noticed she'd been not looking at Ranma all day to the point they were cornering her about it for some gossip. Secondly, she was annoyed that they'd apparently categorised the reasons for their falling out. Thirdly...

"Oh wow, that's basically my life in a nutshell right now summed up in four bullet points."

"Actually, there's also 'circumstances contrive to make you both see each other naked'. You're usually a bit more visibly angry with him when it's that, though." Sayuri turned to Yuka, “Anything else?”

"Ridiculous martial arts challenge," Yuka said without looking up from her book.

"Oh right! How could I forget?"

Akane slammed her hands down onto her desk. "You guys! Will you stop putting my life into those neat little boxes?! It makes me feel like my life is some sort of freaky comedy routine!"

“And there’s the lampshading dialogue.” Sayuri said grimly, “It’s really bad this time.”

"A hundred yen says they did something stupid and romantic," Yuka said.

The next words out of her mouth were very nearly as predictable as they come: Why would she care if he did something stupid and romantic? But, right as she opened her mouth Akane realised. If she did say that, it would be tsunning. She'd turn into her thicc horny aggressively sexual form. Right here. In the middle of school. Without Ranma anywhere nearby for her to flirt with... Not that she wanted - Ack! This not tsunning thing was harder than she thought!

"Wow, that's a really good despair pose you've got going on!" Sayuri said. "Hands on the side of your head, leaning back as if silently screaming to the sky. Ten out of ten."

"A thousand yen said they finally nutted up and made out," Yuka said, sounding bored.

"Stop speculating on my relationship with Ranma!"

"One hundred thousand yen says they had - Wait a minute, no way. You didn't!"

Uh oh. "Didn't what?" Akane asked, feigning ignorance. You know. About the fact that her friend had just worked out that she'd been fucked raw by Ranma's deliciously thicc dick. His muscular, powerful body slamming into hers with raw power, passion and force, yelling and screaming at her about how uncute and unsexy she was while showing her the height of ecstasy, the peak of pleasure, the ultimate high.

"Played hide the salami," Sayuri said, catching on to what Yuka was meaning. "Having the train ride into the tunnel. Getting jackhammered. Mana transferring. Running a full rodeo. Getting an H-scene. Having a sausage for dinner. Getting a nice creamy filling." Then she leaned in nice and close. Grinning like a mad scientist. "Or maybe it was more like... two kitties play fighting. Running with scissors? Practicing a leglock? Taste testing one another's clam dinner?"

It was in this moment that Akane realised a terrible, terrible truth. Her friends were bigger perverts than Ranma's. This was quickly swept aside by another horrible truth. She wanted to track down Ranma and tsun him. Tsun him so hard he wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week.

Maybe make Shampoo watch… that sounded like fun.

"Ohhh... Where is that boy? Causing me problems when he's not even here."

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"Achoo!" Ranma sniffed and rubbed at her nose. "Guh. Stupid witch, making it so I sneeze whenever someone's saying mean stuff about me behind my back... Such a dumb cliche."

Or maybe it was the sudden downpour that she'd got caught out in that had thoroughly drenched her, to the point she was in desperate need of a change of clothes. Some hot water might be nice, too. Oh well. Ranma made a beeline for the Tendo bathing room, peeling off her clothes and tossing them aside.

"I hope Akane's not too miffed I left her at school," Ranma muttered to herself. "Man. If she gets so angry that she tsuns me, that's gonna cause all kinds of headaches..."

"By headaches, you mean torrid nasty sex," a voice said from right behind her. Ranma nearly jumped out of her skin. How the hell does she do that?! Nabiki! "Now, now. No need to be so defensive. What about all the good times we've had together?"

"Name three."

“Remember all the fun we had when it was just you and me that one time? Or how about when we went on a date together when we were engaged?”

Ranma’s face turned a bit red, “Neither of those were good times! You were just messing with me! And even if they were that doesn’t excuse you coming into the bathroom when I'm - oh shit I just tsunned you didn't I?"

<i>Badonkadonk.</i> Ranma felt it as much as she heard it. Her girl form's curves were already ludicrous enough as they were in this petite frame, but now they were even more so. Her hips would be classified as lethal weapons in any nation with reasonable regulations on the matter, her boobs swelled up, and her thighs felt like they could crush diamonds in between them and, oh, she was <i>pissed</i> at Nabiki right about now.

"Well, that was easier than expected," Nabiki mused, unbuttoning the top of her shorts and peeling them down her legs, leaving her butt wiggling about enticingly in the air. "So? You'd better go about punishing me, hadn't you?"

"Hmph! As if I'd give you the satisfaction!" Ranma sniffed.

“You gave in to Kasumi!” Nabiki whined. Her shorts were off, but she was still bent over. Offering her butt as though she was offering a delicious meal.

“Kasumi is nicer, and has a better figure than you.” Ranma said "Hmph, honestly! You have a pretty poor opinion of me if you think that getting me naked and thicc will make me tap that scrawny butt of yours. As uncute as Akane is, at least she has a little meat to her even before she becomes dummy thicc. Instead of just being a dummy and thicc. I mean, watch this."

And then Ranma smacked her right across the butt, leaving a sound echoing through the room as if someone had used a whip. Nabiki promptly went cross eyed.

"You see that?" Ranma said, wantonly groping Nabiki's butt before drawing back her hand to give her another smack. "No meat to it. Sounds completely wooden. You want to know what a real booty feels like when it gets spanked, give me a whirl."

Nabiki Tendo had never in her life followed an instruction with such relish without money being exchanged. Then again anyone with eyes would pay through the nose to have permission to touch thicc girl Ranma's thicc, thicc booty. She turned around and couldn't help but aim the flat of her hand at that magnificent right jiggling cheek.

"You call that a spanking?" Ranma scoffed. "Harder, weakling!" With relish! Nabiki drew her hand back and - Mmmph! Feel that meat jiggle in her grip! "Alright, now kiss it better. That's all you are good for. Right? A scrawny bitch like you has been a pain in my ass for a long time now, so the least you can do is try to make it feel better."

For a moment there Nabiki wondered if she was maybe going too far, here. The plan was meant to be 'seduce thicc Ranma and get laid'. Not 'become Ranma's booty bitch'. She should step back. She should exert herself. She should -

Squeeze squeeze.

She should bury her face in between these cheeks and be thankful for the experience.

1. Nabiki does eventually get laid.
2. Nabiki doesn't get laid, tsun Ranma deliberately blueballs her.
3. Shampoo pokes her head in, turns this into a threesome.
4. Akane accidentally tsuns her friends. Oops.
5. Something else