This was not exactly how Akane imagined her first time would go. Patting her romantic rival/eternal soul bound partner on the back while she took deep sucking breaths inside a paper bag. Honestly she'd never seen Shampoo rattled before, in any other circumstance she would probably enjoy -
"Nnnnngh!" both girls grunted in unison. Akane's eyes crossed while Shampoo reflexively rubbed her hand down her leg. Because panic attack or not, their physical body was having extremely enjoyable sex with the boy they both liked.
"I didn't think it would ever actually happen," Shampoo said. "I'm not ready! I thought I was, but - But - How are you taking this so well?!"
How was she taking it so well? Huh. It was kind of strange, wasn't it? Akane kind of figured she should maybe be freaking out right about now? All she could do in response was shrug. "I guess I was a bit more used to the idea?" she offered. "I mean, Ranma and I, it seemed like it was going to maybe happen sooner or l-"
Her legs buckled and she had to brace herself against a wall to stay upright, while Shampoo didn't have that much fortune and wound up falling onto her back, both of them letting out a wanton moan.
"D-Dammit, why does he have to be <i>good</i> at this too?" Akane complained. "Isn't it bad enough that he's a better martial artist, cook, has a bigger bust in his girl form-"
"Yes, yes, Akane has a complex about how she's engaged to a better girl than she is." Shampoo stuck out her tongue.
“Don’t act like she doesn't have bigger hips and a bigger bust than you.” Akane said, sticking out her tongue right back
“Only because Airen is shorter.” Shampoo said, and then the two of them practically fell into each other as Ranma made them cum <i>again</i>.
"Holy shit he's a machine," Akane said in between short, ragged breaths.
"Hooo... hooo... Hooo!" Shampoo said into the paper bag. Wait, where did she even get that from? No, never mind the metaphysics, what matters here is… that Shampoo and Akane are enjoying their first time.
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So soon. It was happening so soon. Sooner than she expected. Sooner than she wanted. Maybe? Fuck, it was hard to think when he was kissing her right the~ere while his hands, his busy busy hands were being busy and - And did she want this or not? No. No, she didn't want this. She needed it. She craved it, needed it to continue living and didn't even know it until it had started.
"R-Ranma," she whispered. It was hard not to yell. Really stupidly hard. With him this deep deep deep fuck that's deep inside of her she didn't have nearly the self control that she'd like.
On careful consideration she'd come to an important conclusion. She was going to allow this to continue as it was. With Ranma on top, in control of the situation. Oh sure, missionary sex is seen as kind of vanilla, but when it's your first time... funny thing when it's your first time trying vanilla, it tastes like fucking magic.
"Hey, does this feel good?" Ranma asked.
Imagine if someone had taken the time to move all the stars in the sky to form the kanji for 'yes'. That's right about where Akane was in answering that question. It felt like he was completely in tune with her needs at any given time, capable of satisfying her in ways she would never have comprehended until now. He was a selfless, adaptable and natural lover.
The alternative was that she had no frame of reference for what good sex felt like, but she did really like Ranma so basically anything he did would feel good even if he was clumsy and fumbling around. But that was ridi-
Wait. Shit, that's exactly what was happening.
"Wao ai ni..." Akane burbled, before spouting off several other lines in Chinese Ranma did not understand. "We need to hook up again more often, Airen!"
"Huh? Yeah sure, sounds good," Ranma said.
She couldn't hold onto the tsundere routine any longer. It was like trying to grip the ocean, all of it in your fist at once. "Th-then we can get married," she continued, the vision of herself in a wedding dress and... Ranma in girl form, also in a wedding dress flitting comfortably across her mind. "Ah! H-How about Brush, Wash, oh and Gel!”
"Uh...?" Ranma grunted. "What about them?"
"N-Names for our first born!" Akane said. Oh yes, first born because they'd be having a <i>lot</i> of little ones to raise and train and - They'd be so adorable! And strong!
"Uh, wait no I'm not sure I'm really ready for -" he began to protest. Sensing that the mood was in dire need of resuscitation, Akane took the chance to grab the back of his head, pull him in and give him a nice welcoming open mouthed kiss. He doesn't think he's ready to be a father? That's fine. Akane would take care of the thinking part. That’s generally how it goes back in her hometown anyways.
His body tenses, and hers does as well in response. She knows what's coming, namely him and - Ahhhh, she feels something white hot shooting up inside her and settling in place. Ranma buckles over and practically pulls her along with him. Not that she minds. Not that she cares. Wow, this smile on her face. Lying here with her head on Ranma's manly chest. The only thing that would be better would be a splash of cold water... No, no, that would have to come later. Once he was more used to the idea.
Seriously though she couldn't stop smiling. Everything felt brighter. The air tasted sweet, sounds were practically melodic. Akane's fingers ran along his stomach. Her sense of touch felt more refined as well. This was bliss, a taste of heaven on earth. Nothing could ruin this feeling, absolutely noth-
"So who is scared of intimacy now?"
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Both Akane and Shampoo facepalmed so hard that, were they in their real physical bodies, they'd have given themselves concussions.
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<b>"Idiot!"</b>
In one smooth, fluid motion the window to Akane's bedroom was thrown open, and a pigtailed doofus was tossed out into the night with his hands held up, pinky and index fingers extended. Then just as quickly, the window was slammed shut again leaving a fuming just laid girl stomping around her room.
"Of all the too too stupid boneheaded things to say, at exactly the wrong time," she fumed. "Honestly, that boy is impossible sometimes! If he comes back on his belly crawling to my door, maybe I'll forgive him."
She stopped for a moment and considered.
"But then, forgive him or not, I would definitely strap him to the bed and ride him from on top for the rest of the night."
- Ranma does come back to the room, and Akane delivers on that promise
- Ranma comes back to the room... as a girl. Akane's still going to deliver on that promise.
- The next morning sure is awkward.
- Meanwhile, Ukyo is up to hijinks
- Something else
Option 2 is the only reasonable follow up.
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