"That went well."
Picture, if you will, a young girl who had gone out on her first proper date. She's a cute girl, though leaning ever so slightly on the tomboyish side. Nice face, healthy body, fashionably dressed and splayed out on her bed staring at the ceiling with a faint smile on her face.
"He's a little dorky," the pot said to the kettle. "But, you know. It's easy to see why I'd fall for him. He's adorkable."
Did she love him? Well, no. Not as such. Not <i>yet</i>, but it felt like they were on the right track. It could happen, especially if he grew up in two years into the same sort of man as the other Ranma.
<i>The other Ranma.</i>
Now Akane's breathing shifted, as did the position of her legs on the bed. Now, that was something to look forward to. Handsome. Rugged. Powerful. He could probably pick her up and sex her up senseless with one arm while still fighting off a horde of ninjas with the other.
<i>Sex her up.</i>
She still remembered it vividly. That time she'd walked in on them. Her own future self. Her future fiance. Doing what couples did. Now Akane was rolling onto her side and slowly unbuttoning her top as she remembered. Oh, how she remembered. If she closed her eyes the image was there.
Herself, framed in silhouette against the window, on her knees atop him. By comparison to her current figure, she seemed like a goddess. The short hair somehow seemed more feminine than even Kasumi's gorgeous ponytail. A strong pair of hands roamed up her body as if searching for something that it did not wish to frighten off, something that it would cherish tenderly once it was found.
Then her own arms folded out of the shadow, reaching down to rub against his chest before circling up to stroke his face. His hands wander down, settling on her rear, and then he sits up. Her hands around his head. Their faces meet. A distinctive sound is heard so loud in Akane's ears that she wonders how it doesn't bring the house down.
"Nnngh..." Akane grunts. "I'm... I'm not a pervert. It's not perverted if we're engaged."
<i>"You know, technically you're engaged to me as well,"</i> future Ranma says. His hand reaches out towards her. Akane takes it automatically, feeling its strength, yet also its warmth and affection.
"I'm not ready..." Akane protests into her pillow.
<i>"I didn't think I was either,"</i> her future self says. She kisses Akane on the top of the head, and guides Akane to take her place in future Ranma's lap. <i>"But that's how it always is, the first time you do anything."</i>
Akane whimpered and rolled over on the bed. By now, her hand had wandered under her skirt and was heading to a very dangerous place. She really shouldn't. She really shouldn't be f-fantasising about having <i>sex</i> with her future fiance. Tha-that still technically is cheating, s-so...
<i>"Um... I'm not sure about this,"</i> another voice said. Girl form Ranma. Present day. Her fiance in his cursed form. <i>"Akane... are you sure you're okay with a guy like me?"</i>
Look at her sitting there next to her own future self, a total contrast and yet... You could sort of tell it was the same person. One the epitome of masculinity. Confident, strong and dominant. The other, well, it didn't exactly do her gender any favours to say that being feminine meant being cute, being defenseless and being a touch insecure, but girl form Ranma was all those things and giving off an extremely feminine aura as well.
<i>"She's sure,</i> the future her said, gently guiding girl form Ranma's hands to intertwine with hers. <i>"All that you two need is a little... Push."</i>
Ding dong, her fingers hit the bingo button. If Akane wasn't face down on her mattress right then she'd have screamed the house down. As it was she used her spare hand to grab hold of her pillow and made a damn good attempt to swallow it as her imagination proceeded apace.
Now Akane was kissing girl form Ranma, while beneath her future Ranma was undoing her skirt. Akane's hands went up to Ranma's breasts. They were trembling, and soft to the touch. So soft, she couldn't help but touch them. Girl form Ranma's free hand snaked around Akane's back and pulled her closer, so close she could feel the other girl's heartbeat, hear it echoing in her ears alongside her own.
<i>"You see? It's not so bad to open up and be vulnerable for someone you like, is it?"</i> the future Ranma asked. Then, he adjusted his position, and his big hard shaft went all the way into her -
"Guuuuuuuuuh!" Akane grunted. Her body spasmed out, as she experienced her very first honest to god orgasm. Her body was wracked with a feeling that was so good, so intense that she completely lost control of her limbs for a moment there. She took a deep sucking breath when it was over, then pushed herself up and looked at her fingers. Completely soaked with a thick sticky liquid. "Woah, that was inte- Guh! Again?!"
She collapsed off her bed this time as something like an aftershock hit her, leaving her twitching and humping the air for a whole thirty seconds as the intense feeling gradually faded. Eventually, blurry eyed, she sat up and used her sleeve to wipe her brow.
"Okay," she sniffed. "Really regretting kissing his cheek tonight." Akane pulled herself to her feet, finding her legs annoyingly wobbly. "Oof... Regretting not dragging him in here and... How annoying. I don't think this is love, it feels more like lust."
Lust, yeah, lust was a good word. Akane knew what a crush, puppy love felt like. Dr. Tofu gave her that. What she wanted with Ranma wasn’t gentle kisses and romantic gestures. No, what she wanted was <b>him</b> to fuck her. Or Akane fucking <i>her</i>. She wasn’t too picky at this point.If at all possible she'd really prefer both at the same -
"Oh god, I'm becoming Kuno."
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Ah, there's nothing in the world quite like getting your rocks off with the girl you like but haven't admitted to anyone else that you're crazy about. Well... come to think, when you get that specific there's hardly any wonder there's nothing in the world like it.
Future Ranma stretched out, still in girl form as she went downstairs for breakfast. Ah, what was that? The sweet sound of a stupid panda getting dunked in a pond outside?
"Stupid old man, that's what you get!"
Oh, what a fantastic melody that was. Gave her half a mind to find Akane - her Akane - and show her exactly what being a woman really meant... but no! No, this was a special indulgence. If she indulged too much, might lose track of her male side and start getting hooked on the whole lesbian lovers thing.
Wouldn't be the hardest thing in the world to have happen. When she was in the mood Akane fucked like a tiger.
"Hey there!" Ranma said, waving at the past version of Akane. "Out on your morning jog?"
"J-Jog?" she whimpered for some reason. "Is that meant to be some kind of... never mind!"
Huh that was weird. Off she went around the block. The other Akane would be joining her shortly. Though really, they had to get her some better fitting jogging gear sometime soon, borrowing her past self's was not the ideal solution. Well, mostly not the ideal solution. Depending on your goals. Because those shorts had already been pretty tight but two years of maturing and <i>damn</i> they were quite the view. Then Ranma remembered other people would see said view as she jogged, and she decided it was worth the sacrifice to get her properly fitting outfits.
"Good morning Ranma," future Akane said. Ah, she was talking to the past Ranma, still in male form and if Ranma didn't know any better she'd swear her past self was trying very, very hard to not stare at those rather tight jogging shorts Akane was wearing. Do note that the reason Ranma didn't know better is because as brought up earlier <i>she</i> was staring at those self same jogging shorts. She skipped on down the corridor, then pecked Ranma on the cheek. "Morning dear."
"Akane, not in front of... me..." Ranma whispered.
Akane rolled her eyes, and then smacked her own ass. The other Ranma burbled unintelligibly.
"Trust me, I could have married you right here in this corridor and he wouldn't have seen it." Akane chuckled and made to move on. As for future Ranma, she was still staring directly at the point in space where she had been staring since the instant Akane had spanked herself.
"Uncute," future Ranma reflexively said, shaking her head.
"Not sexy in the least!" past Ranma grumbled. Then he slapped his cheeks for good measure. Then he looked at future Ranma, slapped himself again and repeated "Not sexy in the least!" before wandering off to parts unknown.
"Huh, that didn't seem as cool as I imagined it would have..." future Ranma mumbled.
"Yes, well, the tsundere thing isn't exactly known to be a trait of cool headed people," Nabiki said. She pulled a letter out that had been tucked into the top of her shorts. "Here. I was paid to give this to you."
"Paid? Who by?" Ranma asked. Nabiki's eyebrow tilted up, and she turned her palm up while tapping her foot impatiently. "Never mind, I'll just read this and find out."
As she thought. A challenge letter. She knew this handwriting. Had certainly received a few challenge/love letters from this person. She crushed it in her grip.
"So Kuno wants to throw down?" Future Ranma smirked. "Alright, hahahaha! He's not even gone through the watermelon training by now! Let's see if I can scare that creep off once and for all!"
- The Akanes start chatting on their jog.
- Present Ranma tries really hard to find some privacy to nut. As if life would be that kind.
- Ranma prepares to humiliate Kuno and Ryoga
- One of the Akanes run into Kodachi.
- Something else
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