It seemed like a good plan. If it was Akane and Ukyo, then nothing perverted or dirty would possibly happen. They were both girls. More to the point. They were both straight girls. The very idea of something happening between the two of them was silly, ludicrous, especially when they had a mutual interest in the same boy. Not that Akane would admit to this.
"There's got to be a way out around here somewhere," Ukyo grumbled, hand on the wall as they scoured through the backstage area of this perverted cave. "I mean, if they're springing traps on guests there must be access points..."
"I think I've found it," Akane said. Ukyo looked back. The girl had tripped and managed to pull down a boulder on the wall revealing a hole that was kind of low. Huh. How about that? Uncute clumsiness had its benefits after all. Ukyo rolled her eyes, ducked her head, and went on through.
Naturally, this is the point where Akane's eyes went right for Ukyo's butt and started metaphorically tap dancing on her cheeks. Without realising it, she and Ranma had eaten enough aphrodisiac to make a sponge hard. Not even the sea creature either, we're talking about the sort you'd use to clean your dishes.
Not that Ukyo was faring much better. Part of her wished that those two had come along about ten minutes later, after they'd given in and slated their lusts on each other while pretending the other was their unrequited love. The rest of her was absolutely denying that. No, not happening, her and Ryoga was an idea only an idiot could get behind.
"You know, I think you and Ryoga get on quite well," Akane happened to comment. "You're very cute together."
"Are not!" Ukyo said. "I see what you're doing, you're trying to get me to drop Ranchan so you can have him all to yourself! You want to ride that wild stallion all night, every night." Ukyo began to squirm a bit as she crawled through the little crawlspace, Akane right behind her. It wasn't like she could look anywhere else, but even if she could, her eyes would be glued to a certain chef's butt. "Every single night without fail, getting satisfied by his big hard throbbing dick."
"Not every night..." Akane whispered. "And certainly not every Tuesday."
The thing is that Akane wasn't trying anything like what Ukyo was suggesting. She was being genuine. Truly, honestly, genuine in her intentions. Both Ukyo and Ryoga were her friends, and she thought they suited each other quite well. It bothered her that Ranma didn't seem to return Ukyo's interest even a little bit, and letting that butt, so fit and fine and covered up by trousers so sheer they might as well be a second skin, letting something like that go unpleased by dick was something like a crime against nature.
"Why don't you give it a try?" Akane asked. "Maybe he'll surprise you?"
"Why don't you try him out?" Ukyo replied.
"Huh? No way. Ryoga's not interested in me like that. We're just friends."
Can we just take the time to comment that people who complain about being in the friend zone are petty assholes? Like they're owed sex or something just because they happen to think someone is attracted. I mean, you're complaining about not getting to bang someone but they still like you enough to want to hang out with you? Go ahead complain about how unfair that is, then you won't even be in the 'friend zone'.
That being said it did strike Ukyo right then: Both her and Ryoga were in the same boat in that regard. The one they liked only thought of them as a friend. They had to escape that perception - nad the best way to do that would be to find a way to swap partners. If Ukyo could get with Ranma, and Ryoga could get with Akane, and things stayed like that long enough then...
"Oho! A fork in the road!" Ukyo said.
Akane didn't stop in time and wound up bumping right into Ukyo's cheeks. Neither girl moved from this. Not because it was an especially comfortable position. But more like, neither of them really felt like moving.
Anyway, there was a sign over the two ways forward. Exit to the left, and Sex Toys to the right. The choice should be obvious then. Go left. Akane would say that. She would immediately go for the exit, if the choice was up to her. However... Ukyo was a touch more paranoid than that.
It smacked of a trap. It was too obvious. There was no way they would so clearly signpost it like that. She could see it now: The manager here would set it up and tell all their workers that the exit was the other way, and that this would let them trap anyone who got backstage without permission. That was the kind of trick that she'd pull if she was in charge.
In which case - they would go right! That would be where the real exit was! And so Ukyo resumed crawling, with Akane's face right in her butt. Not that Ukyo was complaining, because she felt so damned proud of herself for outsmarting the perverted owners of this place.
Meanwhile Akane's thought process consisted entirely of everything immediately after the colon at the end of this sentence:
"Now, I don't want to hear any more talk about setting my up with Hibiki," Ukyo admonished. Seemingly unaware of the relative positions of Akane's face and her behind.
"Mmmmf!" Akane replied.
"Well good that's what I like to - Huh?"
The reason for that was quite simple. Ukyo had looked around and suddenly realised that the two of them were crawling into a room with strap ons piled higher than a mountain. Sorted by size, by colour, by unique design features. Some of them vibrated. Some of them had automatic pistons built in. Some even had weird little bumps all around the side of them, while others look like the sort of thing that would make HP Lovecraft wake up in a cold sweat - and no, it was nothing to do with his absolutely ridiculous level of racism and more to do with the cosmic horror aspect.
"Wait, this isn't the exit," Ukyo said, then turned around to go back the way they came right in time to see a metal door swing shut, alongside the quite distinctive sound of a door locking.
"Bluuuugh!" Akane burbled, pulling herself to her feet with the biggest smile on her face. "Ranma you remembered it was my birthday you've made me such a yummy treat! Huh? What's this thing meant to be?"
If Ukyo could admit one thing to herself, it was this: Seeing Akane Tendo pick up and sniff a strap on in apparent unawareness of what it was, or what it was used for, both frightened and amused her to no end.
"You, uh, might not want to play with that," Ukyo suggested. "Remember where we are, it's... probably dirty."
The two of them tried the door. It didn't budge. Not even an inch. They were stuck in here until someone decided to let them out - which probably wasn't going to happen until one of them used one of those strap ons on each other.
"Curse them for that cunning trap," Ukyo grumbled. A brilliant double bluff. How could this get any worse?
"Say, Ukyo. I think this would be a good time to talk about our relationship.”
Ukyo's eyes glazed over. Maybe it was because she'd worked really hard to grow up as a boy, but she couldn't help indulging in the cliche that guys don't like to talk about their relationship.l it didn't help that she was hornier than the streets of Spain during the running of the bulls.
She especially didn't want to tlak about her friendship with Akane, or get into complicated feelings about their mutual attraction to Ranma. Still. Ukyo turned to let Akane know this was a topic she didn't want to cover- Only to see that Akane was A: Wearing one of the strap-ons, B: had thrown off her clothing, and C: Diving towards her with a strange mania in her eyes.
"Akane?" Ukyo asked. "Don't tell me, those rumours about you being gay -"
Akane shut her up with a kiss, which rather put paid to that question with a great big sloppy tongue filled affirmative. Which Ukyo wasn't trying especially hard to push away. But after a few seconds Akane moved away and put her lips near Ukyo's ears.
"Relax, I'm just trying to put on a show for the perverts in charge around here," Akane whispered. "They probably won't let us out until we do something, so if we make it look like we're doing something..."
"I don't know," Ukyo whispered back while sliding her legs under the bottom of her apron. "I mean, they probably won't fall for us faking it." Then she pulled the hem up to her waist with greater desperation than a man dying of thirst grasps for a glass of water. "The smarter thing to do would be to not do anything and - haaaaaaa."
That was the sound of a horny okonomiyaki chef shifting her weight so that she could draw the strapon being worn by her rival into her much ignored and demanding pussy, for the benefit of those of you not in the know.
"For the record, I'm not doing this because I'm gay or anything," Akane said. "And I'm certainly not doing it because I rode Ranma earlier on and wondered what it felt like to penetrate a girl but Ranma was too insecure to let me do anything with his girl form."
"Makesh shenshe," Ukyo moaned, already driven to the point of nearly cumming, but just far enough away from it that she might pull something if she reached for it.
“So, you know, it’s not because you’re really cute and part of me has wanted to screw you since we met but I’ve been in denial.” Akane said, thrusting down into her and basking in Ukyo’s cute little moans. "And I certainly don't want to pass you between myself and Ranma, watching your cute little bishonen, oh so girly body get absolutely wrecked."
"Who would even want thaaaat?" Ukyo asked, though her pusy was insisting quite vehemently that she did, she very much did.
This was the point when one of their hands must have touched something on the strap on, because they learned that it had a pretty intense vibration function. Intense enough that Akane started feeling it, and went cross-eyed within seconds of its activation. Not that this stopped her thrusting, of course.
"Thish ish all an aaaact," Akane insisted, finding herself quickly at the same point that Ukyo had been at earlier. Near orgasm, but would strain herself if she reached for it. "Not really into thisssh at alllll!"
"Me neither!" Ukyo moaned, thrusting her hips up into the vibrating goodness that was deeply, so deeply, penetrating her. “I’m not actually loving this and hoping you and Ranchan can keep screwing meee…”
"N-Not that it mattersh becausehe you're not gettin neeear him with thish nice little butt of yoursh," Akane said, groping under Ukyo's apron, roughly grasping at Ukyo's ass. And believe me when I say, when Akane Tendo is doing something roughly she's doing it <i>rough</i>. Girl doesn't know her own strength half the time.
Though do note that Ukyo's a pretty tough gal herself. Where this kind of groping would leave a bruise on someone else, Ukyo was a martial artist and so was made of sterner stuff. Still, this kind of leverage did give Akane quite a good position to thrust in. Ukyo's slender legs reached up and scissored Akane's waist, interlocking her ankles.
"What'sh tha matta?" Ukyo grunted. "Afraid my tight little but will steal your man?"
"No," Akane grunted back, kneading her fingers as though she were kneading dough, a phrase that, applied to this girl, should probably put the fear of God into you. "I'm afraid that my man will steal this tight little but from meeee! I mean, no! I didn't mean that! I'm not into this! I'm not a pervert! I'm not!"
Yet that not pervert was thrusting pretty hard and was rather flush of face... There was probably something to read into that, but who knows with these tsundere types, they never wear their emotions on their sleeve.
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"Hey, Matt!" One ghost wearing a security guard cap said in a New York accent despite being in the middle of rural Japan.
"Yeah, Frank?" Another ghost, this one with a similar hat and New Jersey accident (again in defiance of the region they were unliving in) replied.
"You gonna get that alarm?"
The ghost named Matt put down his newspaper, let out a yawn and glanced down. Fully expecting, like, a rat or maybe a particularly aggressive slime mould had set something off. Instead he saw a sight that was rather shocking even to a ghost running a magic tunnel for the purpose of making people want to have sex. “Hot Damn! Frank! Look this.”
“Huh what’s going on- oh wowza!” Frank said.
“That short haired chick is making the apron girl her bitch, that’s for sure.” Matt said, “Damn, I haven’t seen quality screwin’ like that since that time back in ‘79”
"Man, that's some pent up sexual tension from a repressed lesbian-slash-bisexual, the likes of which you don't see so much these days," Frank nodded. "These days, young 'uns are far more open about that sort of thing. It's a healthier attitude, but it means you don't get this kind of fun release."
“Can’t believe they ended up in the Sex Toys storage, that thing’s labeled you know?”
“They probably went that way on purpose, so I guess this counts as a job well done?” Frank then pressed a ghostly button below the magic mirror that showed the Sex Toy room, shutting off the security. "Come on, we can't leave 'em in there. While it's this place's job to help out the sexually repressed it's a bit overboard to leave them trapped in a room with the highest quality sex toys going."
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So, right now what we have are Ukyo Kuonji and Akane Tendo sitting back to back, tyring very hard to not look at each other, and also not look at any of the sex toys all around them. Do note that there were sex toys just everywhere, so all they could really do was close their damn eyes.
Except that just lead to their imaginations forcing the memory of the intense sex they had just had into their minds.
"That didn't happen," Akane said.
"What didn't happen?" Ukyo asked, playing along.
"The torrid filthy lesbian sex that we didn't have," Akane answered without thinking.
"Oh," Ukyo hummed. "You mean the torrid, filthy lesbian sex where you didn't pin me down, weren't wearing a strap on, and didn't make me sing the hallelujah."
"That's right, that's what I mean," Akane said. "I mean, if that had happened it would certainly not be something anyone we know would want to hear about."
"Especially Ranchan," Ukyo shuddered. "If he even dreamed that such a thing might have happened he would never let us hear the end of it."
"And since it didn't happen, clearly we must think of another way out of -"
Akane didn't get to finish before a door swung open. The two girls turned to look. It wasn’t the door they had slipped into the room with. But it was a door, with a sign labeled “Main Tunnel” and an arrow pointing forward.
"That's got to be a trap," Ukyo said. Akane whapped her across the back of the head with a sexy toy, then used another to push into the small of her back. "H-hey, put that back!"
"No," Akane said. "I'm keeping it. Just in case."
Just in case of what, she didn't say and Ukyo didn't think it would be wise to ask.
- The two of them find Ranma and Ryoga in the middle of banging each other stupid (which admitedly isn't a high bar)
- The two of them find Ranma and Ryoga, after the two manage to finish and hide that they just banged.
- Or Ranma and Ryoga bang, without the girls finding them.
- This is the option where Ranma and Ryoga don’t have sex. Let's be honest it's just here for completion's sake.
- Something else
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