If there was a gold prize medal for lesbian accomplishment, then surely it would come with Ranma's girl form body as a prize. An adorable, well built shortstack with completely defenseless behaviour. What aspiring lesbian wouldn't want to do all sorts of nasty things to that body? To see her adorable personality crack under the homosexual ministrations?
Well, for the first time in what felt like forever, Akane was alone with her. In a place where they were pretty much guaranteed to not be disturbed for the better part of an hour. Her hands slid along Ranma's shoulders, taking in that soft creamy flesh. She felt greedy. Like a feast had been laid out in front of her, and the appetiser was so delicious that it didn't just whet her appetite but rather turned it into a roaring lion.
"Hey, since when did you learn how to give a shoulder rub?" Ranma asked. "Would've thought a clumsy rough chick like you would - oooh!"
"It's a recently acquired skill," Akane said, still oblivious to the lesbian shard altering her, as well as those around her. It was hard to explain exactly, she sort of... knew what Ranma needed to make her feel really, really good. "You're a little stressed out, there's a lot of knots back here. So much <i>tension</i> that needs to be worked out."
Yep. A whole lot of tension between the two of them. Tension that she intended to slacken to the point of being loose. Wait, that was a bad choice of words. Akane mused internally for a better way to phrase it, then realised this was distracting her attention from Ranma's cute little whimpers and that made her settle on 'I will ruin her body and make her forget that she's actually a boy.'
"H-hey, that tickles!" Ranma jumped as Akane licked her neck. "What's that for?"
"It's a massage technique," Akane said, then licked the other side of Ranma's neck. She tasted nice too. Yum! "Your neck muscles need to relax too, you know, and most people don't like it when someone behind them pushes fingers into their neck." That was kind of lame, no way would she believe that.
"Oh, that makes sense," Ranma said. Oh, that's right. Ranma is an idiot.
...
Wait a minute. Ranma is an idiot. A complete and total idiot who didn't know half as much about girls as she thought she did, just because she turned into a cute busty babe.
"Hrm, if your back is in this condition then I'm really worried about your breasts," Akane said. "Us athletic girls have to watch out, you know. We jump around so much that we might not even notice the severe complications that can arise within our breasts, and since yours are so big..."
“What could happen!?” Ranma asked.
“They might start to sag. Or worse, <b>shrink.”</b> Akane said in the most serious tone she could muster.
Ranma’s eyes widened, in her mind she imagined herself being <b>flat chested</b> and it was a nightmare. “Oh god. What do you need to do!?”
"There's no time to waste," Akane said. "Take off your dress and I'll give them a massage right away."
It was kind of adorable watching Ranma fumble and fail to get this off. Welcome to the world of women's clothing, but don't worry Akane would make sure to train you up properly. Given the choice, Akane would rather be the butch type lesbian, while Ranma could be the femme type. She was far too cute to not be in girly dresses.
"So, how are they?" Ranma asked, standing naked in front of Akane. Shyly. Blushing a little. Obviously feeling awkward without quite knowing what to do about her own body.
As for Ranma's question, they were <i>amazing</i>. It wasn't even fair. They had to be caused by magic, because there was no chance those were natural. That was a bit of a tautology, but there wasn't really any other way to explain it. Ranma Saotome's breasts were splendid. She could stare at them for hours, if Ranma would only let her. All things in due time.
"Hrm," Akane said, giving Ranma's right breast a squeeze with both hands. She made sure to pinch the nipple, got it nice and hard, then did the same thing to the other breast. A thorough examination/grope. "No doubt about it. I'll need to give you a daily breast massage for a month."
"That bad, huh?" Ranma asked, looking down at her chest. "I don't feel anything weird here.."
"Trust me, I know what I'm talking about," Akane said. "And, it might be best if you didn't bring this up in front of anyone else. If our fathers found out that I was giving you breast massages they might get the completely wrong - " By which she meant 'right', naturally. "- Idea. And don't you get any ideas either, buster! I'm only doing this because even though we don't want to be, we're still engaged. Got it?"
"Yeah, yeah," Ranma grumbled. Phew, Akane had tossed that last part in on instinct. It seemed to make Ranma relax a little bit more. "Let's just get this over with."
"You'd better sit in my lap," Akane said, and Ranma did so. In her underwear. Heaven! This was surely heaven on earth! "Now, just let me take over from here..."
Akane's arms hooked underneath Ranma's, and then quickly found their target. She squeezed them roughly, letting a lewd expression take over her face knowing Ranma couldn't see it. This pair of breasts were the envy of every girl at Furinkan, and right now Akane was surely the envy of every boy for having them in her hands. Well, if they asked and she was of a mind to tell them then the honest to god truth was that this experience was even better than she dared ot hope.
"Deep breaths, like you're meditating," Akane whispered, then ran her tongue in circles on Ranma's neck. She tilted her head as if accepting what Akane was doing. She rewarded that by adjusting the position of her fingers <i>just so</i> which she somehow knew would make Ranma feel really, really good. The restrained whimper that followed was so feminine that Akane didn't believe it came from Ranma's mouth.
After that Ranma composed herself and began to breathe, deep breaths in and out to full lung capacity. Akane enjoyed the sensation of Ranma's chest rising and falling, so she pulled the girl in her lap closer, wrapping her legs around her waist. Then her hands began to move in deep circles, in time with Ranma's breathing. The left hand clockwise, right hand anticlockwise. As Ranma's chest rose, Akane's hands were going 'up', and of course the opposite held true as well.
All the while Akane was planting a row of kisses along Ranma's bare shoulder, up her neck, all the way up to her ear, at which point her tongue would slide inside for perhaps a second, and then she would shift over to the other shoulder and repeat the process anew.
"W-Wow, you weren't kidding, tomboy!" Ranma said. "My boobs feel better all of a sudden."
"That just means you should listen to me more often," Akane huffed. "I have your best interests at heart." She lay her chin on Ranma's shoulder so that they were cheek to cheek. "I think you should spend more time as a girl, by the way. You look super cute in a dress."
"Yeah, way better than -" Ranma began, only to be interrupted by a deep breathy moan that quickly replaced her more controlled breathing.
"You look super cute in a dress," Akane said. "Those heels really made your legs pop, and that butt of yours is a gift from the gods." She smooshed Ranma's breasts together and nibbled on her right ear. "But then, what must that make these breasts? Even Gods can't create this kind of perfection."
"Huh...?" Ranma grunted, turning her head towards Akane. "What did you...?"
In response Akane's lips met hers, and then their tongues were clashing for dominance, with the battlefield comprised of both their mouths. Right as Akane seemed on the verge of defeat, she suddenly pinched Ranma's nipples even harder than before, and then the girl came so hard that, were it possible to transform this into sheer force, you could stop an elephant stampede with it.
"Ah! Ah! Aha! Aha! Ahhhhh!" Ranma gasped as her body convulsed uncontrollably in Akane's grip, squirting from her pussy even though Akane's touch hadn't gone near it. Such was the power of the lesbian shard, granting those who bear it the ability to seduce or pleasure women in ways that no other can. "Oh... wow!"
There. Gold prize had been obtained. Akane smirked triumphantly, now she and Ukyo (and probably Shampoo as well) had another fuck buddy in their little -
"That was an odd massage, but it seems to have done the trick," Ranma said. "All that tension just shot right out of me. I feel like a new man!"
Akane's eye twitched. Oh, that's right. Ranma was an idiot. Now, she couldn't possibly be this much of an idiot, but only a fool would underestimate the foolishness of a fool.
"Tension?" Akane asked. "Ranma, what do you think just happened?"
"You gave me a boob massage, and it made these things firmer and healthier than they've been since I got this curse," Ranma said. "Hah! Even an uncute tomboy with no kitchen or home making skills and can't even swim has some kind of talent after all! I would've thought you'd be way too clumsy to be good at this kind of thing, but I guess this is the one place you're not clumsy. Right?"
Twitch, twitch, twitch. So. It turned out that Ranma really was that stupid. How... wonderful. On the one hand that meant it would be easy to fool around with her basically whenever Akane wanted. On the other hand, it did mean that she woudl dense her way out of becoming a full blown lesbian which would inhibit a lot of the fun they could have together.
How uniquely frustrating. It was almost enough to make her want to punch a hole in a wall.
- Back to Shampoo and Ukyo
- Akane makes another attempt to seduce Ranma.
- Suddenly out of nowhere Ryoga shows up with an embarrassing mark on his tummy.
- Nabiki is feeling weird, and doesn't like not knowing what's going on around here.
- Something else
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