Story: Ranmasexual

There was a time when Akane took her sparring sessions seriously. There was a time where she would put her all into pushing her limits, finding her boundaries and smashing right through them.

That time did not include today. Today, she had a different goal in mind. Today was the commencement of Operation: Seduction Spar.

Ranma was standing loose, as seemed to be his preferred method of fighting. No obvious defenses up, which was designed to lure his opponents into going for the attack without realising how damned fast he was. That was fine. Ranma was fast. So was she.

"Kiyaaa!" she yelled, lunging forward with a jab, that was in fact a feint. Her other hand came up for an uppercut, but that too was a feint. Ranma dodged them both and fell victim to her true attack: Akane thrust out her chest, and used her boobs to push him back against the wall.

Yes, that was her true attack. She'd heard that boys like breasts, so it only seemed reasonable that she should seduce him by, you know, making him pay attention to them in the most blatant way imaginable. To do that she'd thought through her course of action based on her knowledge of how Ranma fought, came up with a plan of attack, and then followed through on it. The irony of all this was that she was putting in more actual physical effort than she would into her fighting. Which, believe me, that is not a low bar to clear by any means.

Ranma meanwhile, had no idea what was going on. All he knew is that Akane had suddenly pushed her entire body weight against his own. Was this some kind of new tactic? Was she going to use her own weight to force him into a chokehold?

Regardless, he slipped out without much trouble and managed to get behind her, causing Akane to faceplant hard into the wall.

"Interesting idea," Ranma said. "But you forgot the basic rule of all holds. If you don't restrict the arms or legs in some way, the hold probably won't work." he stopped a moment to mull it over. "Here, maybe something like this?"

Akane had been in the process of turning around, wiping at her nose when Ranma suddenly moved. Grabbed her wrists. Held them above her head and then -

<i>”You have to take control if you want to tame me.” He whispered, and then leaned in close, his lips so very close to hers!</i>

Then he pushed his chest up against her fa-

Well I've heard there was a secret chord, That David played and it pleased the Lord, But you don't really care for music, do you?

"You see?" Ranma said a moment later after he stepped away. "You couldn't escape no matter how much you squirmed to get away. Hell, all your leg could do was wrap around mine, and if anything that pulled me closer."

"Guuuuh!" Akane burbled. Then she slapped her cheeks. Okay! No! She went back to her defensive stance. So that didn't work. Then how about this? "Kya!"

She went for the high roundhouse kick, which Ranma caught. The sudden stop of the impact sent a shockwave that shot clean out the dojo door and wound up whipping Kasumi's skirt up while she was cooking in the kitchen. Ranma made to sweep her leg, but right at that moment Akane hopped off the ground and made use of her actual attack, leaping up to deliver an even more thunderous kick to the other side of Ranma's face - which he also blocked.

"Okay, seriously!" Kasumi yelled in the kitchen while doing her best Marilyn Monroe impression. "I'm well known for my patience, but it has its limits!"

Ranma grinned his cocky, handsome grin. "Heh, like I'm gonna let that ohshit!"

That interruption was because Akane launched her next attack. She'd seen it on some wrestling show in passing and thought it looked totally ridiculous, but here she was trying it out for real: A hurricanrana! Her legs were around Ranma's head and she flipped back, pinning his back to the floor while his cheeks were between her thighs. Akane grinned and made lewd thrusting motions with her hips. That's right, Ranma. Feel those thighs. Feel them! There's no way you can resist!

Or, he could hook his legs underneath her arms and topple her backwards. Akane rolled on the floor and got back up onto her feet, by the time this was done Ranma was already on his.

"Hah! Novel choke, but you left your arms wide open!" Ranma jeered, sticking out his tongue at her. "My turn!"

He went in for a playful jab, and Akane - thinking quickly - saw another opportunity open up in front of her. She leaned a little awkwardly to the side and caught his elbow with the flat of her hand. Normally she'd use this to control the blow and toss his ass over. Well, that's what she'd try. She very much doubted she'd succeed against an enemy of his caliber. Instead she used this chance to redirect his attack, controlling it to where she wanted it to go.

Namely, her right boob, under her gi top.

"Huh?" Ranma grunted. "Oh, that's nice!"

Akane's grin practically split her face wide open. Yes, that's right! Awaken to your perverse sexual lust!

"Trapping my hand like this inside your own gi, that's real smooth!" Ranma said, and all of a sudden Akane was face down on the floor with Ranma's arm between her legs and... mmmph, she couldn't stop herself from humping back into his arm even though she'd much rather have something else right there instead. "Really innovative attack, but you gotta follow through."

Alright, that did it! Time for desperate measures! Akane undid the belt around her waist and tossed off her gi top. This did free Ranma's arm, but it also let her roll away from his unorthodox pinning move and would give him a free peek at her in a sports bra. Win, win!

"Trying to look cool, are we?"

And off came Ranma's shi-

Well it goes like this: The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift, The baffled king composing Hallelujah.

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Over the course of his life, Ranma Saotome had been involved in a lot of spars with a lot of opponents. He'd seen all kinds of martial arts. Grapple heavy, punch heavy, kick heavy, focusing on chokes or takedowns or limb manipulation, attack, defense, you name it he's seen it.

Even so. Today's spar with Akane felt odd from the word go. While she was no doubt good enough to cook up experiments rather than just do the rote moves in a spar and heaven knows they weren’t disasters like his father’s experiments, they seemed a bit... Undercooked. Almost like she had a different goal than winning the fight.

What might that goal be, he wondered? That was pretty much the only reason he hadn't put an end to it yet. At this point his curiosity was taking over. What weird move might she try next? What purpose was she aiming for?

"Not gonna lie," he said. "This is the most excited I've been in a while."

Her face lit up on hearing him say that. Heh. Well, yeah. Praise like that would have that effect. She had it coming though.

Of course what Ranma didn't know was that her thought process was more like "I'm getting laid! Yay!" Alas, he would unknowingly crush her dreams.

"You've come up with a new fighting style, haven't you?" Ranma said. "Yeah, that must be it. There's no other reason you'd be making that weird move with your tummy." He put his hands up to mimic her position, and then started to gyrate his own tummy the same way she'd been doing hers. "Man, this is quite the workout. Gotta have strong muscle control to pull this off. What's it for, balance? An optical illusion that makes your opponent think you're moving a different way than you're going to?"

"Hallelujah..." Akane mumbled under her breath. "Hallelujah..."

While she was having a religious experience from watching him do a shirtless belly dance, Ranma was thinking over the weird movements she'd been making all day. Man, for some reason they were really sticking in his mind. If only he could figure out the underlying theme for everything she'd done today, it felt like he was on the verge of working out something that would change his life.

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Akane pinched herself, but the image of Ranma (male form) belly dancing did not go away. It persisted. It lingered. It insisted on being real and right there in front of her. Akane felt like dropping to her knees, crawling over and sticking her tongue inside his navel would be the very best idea imaginable right now.

Ah, but no, there was another part of her that was saying something different. Grab some water. Douse that pigtailed hottie and watch his girl form dance. Drink in her soft curves, bury your entire being into the valley of her fantastic breasts, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.

Which would it be? Which should she experience? The hard muscle of Ranma boy form, or the eternal softness of Ranma girl form? They were equal to one another in setting her engine off, but they were two different flavours. Ah! But one of them would require her to get some cold water, meaning she would have to stop watching and that would be awful!

But seriously. Why hadn't he picked up on the obvious fucking clues yet? Nobody could possibly be that dense! She was all but mounting him and guiding him in with landing lights, for pity's sake!

'What if he's gay?'

Well that thought rather brought all the enjoyment to a swift and painful end. What if Ranma was gay? That would explain a few things. You know, like why he hadn't reacted at all to the fact she was currently grinding her ass into his dick.

"Hrm, I dunno, this doesn't seem like a very effective attack," Ranma said. "Heck, I don't even see the point to this one..."

"Ranma, are there any boys that you like?" Akane asked. Nothing else for it. Got to be up front. Got to eliminate this possibility right here and right now.

"Eh? What?" Ranma said, way too casually for a guy asked that question. "Well, no. None of the guys at school are interesting." By which he meant 'they're all too weak'. Not that Akane understood it that way. "Actually, I guess that Kuno guy has potential..."

"Wha- Kuno?! That idiot!" Akane blustered.

"Well yeah, that's the trouble. He's too stupid, otherwise he'd be just my type."

At this point Akane's soul flew out of her mouth and hung onto her body by a mere thread. He's into boys. He's into boys. He's into boys. He's into -

"Hrm, let's see... Maybe this would fit your weird new fighting style?" Ranma asked.

Cue one bear hug.

...

You know. It didn't even fucking matter if he was gay. Akane's hand went around his back and grabbed onto the top of Ranma's trousers. She was getting laid. One way. Or the fucking other. He didn't really have much of a say in the matter, she was just too horny to let him -

"Ranma! Akane! Dinner's ready!"

"Oh, hey! Dinner!" Ranma said. He made to rush out of the training hall - but then stopped to pick up his shirt. "Heh, better make sure I'm wearing this. Wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea."

"Wrong... idea..." Akane burbled. Ranma left, and she flopped down onto her butt staring at the door. "Right. Right! So, that was a total failure. Not much else for it. Time for Operation Dress Up!"

1. Nabiki sees her chance to fuck with Ranma's head some. Time to set him up on a date with Kuno.
2. Akane takes to dressing up as naturally as a fish takes to walking on land. Ranma assumes this is another aspect to her weird new fighting style.
3. Little do Akane and Ranma know, but there is a plot beginning to be built. A plot to get Akane laid, as planned by her friends.
4. Time for Ryoga to show up and make things complicated.
5. Something else