Story: A Guy's Pride and Joy

 

There are two ways that a person might express anger. Akane's fury burned bright hot, for example. Stand next to her when she's righteously angry, and the temperature will raise a few degrees. It's the kind of anger you can see as well as feel, because her entire body is going into it. You don't need the senses of a trained martial artist to see it because it's right there, out in the open.

By contrast, Nabiki had the other kind of anger. Ice cold. You couldn't see this anger at all, because it was so measured and calm. You could only feel it, because it simmered away beneath the surface leaving a slight chill in the air.

Well, Nabiki was glad she wasn't carrying a glass of water right about now because it would have probably flash frozen into ice. Might have broken the glass in her hand too. While it might not be apparent, she was not best pleased that the news about the engagement switch had gotten out.

On the other hand, watching her little sister annihilate those perverts had definitely stirred up some unusual feelings within her. This emotion she couldn't hold back, because it was so... unusual. For her. For anyone. Watching Akane's sheer power thoroughly dominate them, when they sought to use the chance of victory over her... Normally when a fighter was facing multiple opponents, the fight becomes exponentially more difficult the more they face at once. Yet here, the mismatch was so brutally one sided that even such a rapidly escalating difficulty had no impact at all on her victory. And then, to top it all off, the steamy look she gave Ranma at the end.

Woof. Nabiki had half a mind to try swinging a punch herself on the off chance it might get her a piece of that. Step on me, mommy. Or should that be, step on me sister. It was an unusual appeal from someone so cute and relatively small - but goddamn if it wasn't super effective.

Though it did strike Nabiki as a rather strange line of thought to have. Then again they were already having pretty casual sex when they didn't have acess to The Penis. It was a weird turn for their relationship to go in, right? Fucking each other, fucking other girls, sharing the same kinda dumb boy between them all...

The thought was dismissed as unimportant when compared to the current issue of who let the news slip. Nabiki smirked a little. What, so getting stuffed by Ranma's penis had reduced all five of them to nothing more than a dragon's treasure horde, his to play with as he would, his to gather, his to protect, his to <i>fuck and fuck and fuck</i> at his own discretion to the point that they systematically came to accept that this was their inevitable fate? Please, as if that was even possible. Even if it was pretty much exactly what was happening to them.

Now, who could it be? Had it been their dumb fathers? Had Kasumi herself let it slip? Perhaps Gosunkugi had been spying again in an attempt to find a weakness of Ranma's? Too many avenues of investigation to approach. As she entered her classroom, Nabiki prepared herself for the likelihood that she would have to spend a lot of time trying to figure that -

"Yes, my words are true!" Tatewaki Kuno said. "That fiend Saotome's engagement has been switched to the angelic eldest sister! I heard it from the lips of my own twisted sister this very morn! I shall challenge her again come lunchtime, and this time - this time, Akane Tendo will finally accept our mutual love!"

A funny thing happened just then. All colour and temperature drained from the room. Nabiki zeroed in on the oaf, the buffoon, the utter fucking moron that she'd been taking so, so much money from... And then she took a deep breath to scream at the top of her lungs.

"Wrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy! The World!"

Time stopped, and a yellowish muscular figure wearing what seemed to be a diver's oxygen tank and pharonic headgear rushed forward, fists flying at speeds almost too fast for the eyes to see, each of them precisely and powerfully landing on one specific location: Tatewaki Kuno's junk

"Muda muda muda muda muda!" Nabiki yelled, knowing full well that the target of her ire was, in fact, very much already 'muda'.

... Okay, none of that actually happened, but given how Nabiki was feeling it might as well have. What actually happened was, she walked right by the idiot, tossed a paper dart behind him just inside his peripheral vision, then when everyone turned to look punted him in the balls and took her seat before anyone could twig it was her. Not that anyone who put two brain cells into it could have problems figuring it out.

Still, this did present an issue that would have to be dealt with in the long term. Now that she, Akane, Shampoo, Ukyo and Kodachi were all having regular sex with Ranma allowing this idiot to pursue Akane and girl form Ranma would be a very bad idea. He needed to be cut off. Pronto. There were ways that this could be done. Ways that would hurt her little sister's rep. Or Nabiki's. Or Ranma's... But she couldn't quite bring herself to do that. Every time she entertained the notion her pussy felt... Bad. Which meant that she had to figure out a way to get this total imbecile off her sister and Ranma's back before he really put his foot in it.

The only question was, how the hell was she supposed to do that?

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This probably isn't much of a surprise but gym class was Ranma's favourite. No notes. No hard thinking. He just did what came naturally to him, and showed off what he could do. Let the normal students see what the peak of human achievement looked like. He was cute, fit, athletic, graceful and most of all, modest.

"Heads up Ukyo!" Akane cheered across the gym. Look at her. Standing there. In her bloomers and t-shirt. Not even worked up a sweat. Ukyo was the same, and she caught the ball with minimal fuss. Ranma's eyes trailed over them both. Taking them in. Drinking in the sight of his best friend and fiancee, who embraced each other a little bit tightly, pressing their bodies against one another. Two tomboys. Like peas in a pod.

Gods above but he wanted to rail them both. His testicles were already feeling swollen as it was, this kind of sight was proving too much. He <s>loved</s> hated how much sex he was having, just to keep himself sane. He felt like a man on a diet staring at a cheesecake and apple pie. Which was which? Up to you, it didn't matter, he'd take either Akane or Ukyo or Shampoo or Kodachi or Nabiki right now if only his balls would stop insisting that they be drained. Jerking off didn't help. It had to be a girl. A real, tangible girl having actual factual sex with him. It shouldn't be this hard for a stud like him, right? With five babes who were tripping over themselves trying to get on his dick, he shouldn't ever feel like this. Right?

Well, it was Kasumi's fault. Hard as it was to blame her, it couldn't be avoided. They didn't want to cross Kasumi. He didn't want to touch Kasumi. She didn't want to do anything with him. But she'd been tempting him. Maybe not on purpose. It was more like, she was deliberately letting him see her appeal for the first time. Instead of just being some housewife who made yummy food, or his fiance's older sister, she was... Marriage material, or something like that.

"Hey buddy? Is it true?" Hiroshi whispered to him. "The engagement was switched to Kasumi?"

"None of your business."

"Meaning yes," Daisuke sagely nodded. "Damn, that's the only way you could step up from Akane."

"When she was here, apparently Kasumi was the angel of the school," Hiroshi continued. "Now, she's the most wanted babe in all of Furinkan. Not just the school, I'm talking every eligible bachelor wants a piece of that."

Ranma snorted. Kasumi hadn't shown any interest in guys before, so far as he could tell. That being said. His blood was starting to boil a little from that last remark. A step up from Akane? Kasumi was desired by every eligible bachelor in Furinkan? For some reason, both those statements made him feel funny. Kinda... protective. Like someone was stepping in his territory without his permission, while also insulting what belonged to him.

"Well, I know Akane's got some insecurity issues, comparing herself to Kasumi," Ranma said. His gaze lingered at her stomach, which showed for a second when she jumped. "That's why she grew her hair out long for a while there."

"Ohhh, I see," Daisuke said. "Hrm, seems like you prefer Akane a little more now."

A flash of Akane on her back hit him. From a couple of nights ago. When she'd cum around his dick. The expression she'd made back then was... stunning. Biting her lip, flushed face, eyes closed, half turned away from him. Vulnerable. Hot. Blazing hot. Then another one, from about an hour later where she'd been on top of him. Dominant, in control, confident. Two sides of the same girl. Two sides that were anything but cute, but... he really wanted to see again anyway.

"Seems like Ukyo and Akane are getting on better as well," Hiroshi mused. "That's the fourth hug they've given each other since gym started."

"I guess since they're not competing over Ranma anymore, they're more okay with that sort of thing?" Daisuke shrugged. Ranma looked up at the ceiling. Yeah. Friends. That's it. Just good buddies that occasionally fingered each other while waiting for their turn to fuck him. "That's kinda nice to see."

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Lunchtime, up on the roof. By the time Ranma got up there, Akane and Ukyo were already in the middle of an engrossing sloppy makeout that he honestly didn't feel like interrupting. The two of them were really into it, to the point they weren't showing any awareness of their surroundings at all. It was kinda hard to see which of them was in control. On the one hand, Ukyo had ingrained masculine habits. On the other, Akane was an uncute tomboy. The two of them almost seemed to be struggling for dominance, which made them get even more into it. A contest, a competition.

At first Ukyo seemed to be attempting a kabedon technique to throw Akane off, but Akane's martial arts expertise let her bat that arm aside and use Ukyo's sudden loss of balance as a chance to dip her back. However, Ukyo was also a trained martial artist, so she was able to use her leg to sweep Akane's letting her tackle the uncute girl to the floor, where they were starting to transition to a ground game - which is when Ranma coughed and flopped down onto the roof, before they scuffed each other's clothes.

The two of them sprang apart, and gave him a whithered baleful look. Which he didn't feel he deserved, quite frankly.

"Ugh, what's with you chicks recently?" Ranma griped. He pulled out his bento, and twirled it around on the end of his finger. "It's hardly my fault Kasumi decided to take the engagement. Then again, I am so hot that maybe she couldn't resist."

"You're such an idiot." Akane said that, while Ukyo mutely nodded her head.

"Hold on, that bento...?" Ukyo asked, snatching it from his grip. She prised it open and looked inside, her face turning pale. "H-Heart shaped fish, rice formed to spell the word 'love', even the sauce is spelling out the word 'darling'.On top of that, it smells so delicious I almost can't help but want to -"

She took a mouthful, and the chef's face lit up with delight. "Shoooo goooood!" Ukyo moaned.

"Kasumi made you a love love bento?!" Akane hissed.

"I didn't ask her to!" Ranma insisted.

"Hrmph! No matter whether you asked for it or not, the fact of the matter is that you did receive it!" Oh no. That was... Kuno! "From now on, you are to remain outside of my dealings with Akane Ten-"

The dumbass kendoist stepped out onto the roof - and was immediately crushed by pressure. Akane had her back turned to the dumbass, but Ranma could see her face dead on. It looked like if you took a random ghost from a Japanese horror story, that chick from The Ring, the face of a Cactaur from Final Fantasy and Gosunkugi after he'd been kept awake for a week straight, put them all into a composite alongside Akane's pissed off face, and while such an expression was truly, truly frightening Ranma himself felt more erect than he could remember being in his entire life.

"I mean it's not even fair how am I supposed to compete with that she's taking away another boy that I love but this time it's not just a crush I really really like him but I can't possibly compete with that she's too good too perfect too pure and I'm just a violent uncute tomboy with a hair trigger and flat chest how will I ever find a husband when the only boys I attract are dumb pieces of shit like Kuno and those idiots from this morning...?"

To his credit, Kuno was pushing himself up through the sheer pressure being exuded from Akane. Though he had to use his bokken for leverage. "I... fight on!" he yelled. Then fell over again when a mysterious force fell upon his shoulders.

"I don't have fucking time to deal with that idiot right now could someone punt him off a roof or better yet dump him on the moon or something because I'm really at the end of my rope here and I'm so <i>fucking horny</i> all I want to do is make out with Ranma right now and fuck him unconscious but there's no way he'll like it as much as Ukyo likes that bento..."

True enough, Ukyo had eaten about half the bento already. She looked like a young girl who had just been confessed to by her first and truest love. "Shoooo goood!" Ukyo rubbed her cheeks, which were big and rosy from her beaming smile. Quite the contrast between the two. He was pretty sure that the only things keeping him and Ukyo safe right now were her contentedness with that bento, and him being inexplicably turned on by Akane's scary expression.

"Guh! It's too much!" Kuno yelled, ducking and rolling away towards the entrance, crawling like a maggot away from Akane. "I must renew my strength, I must endure! Akane Tendo, wait for me! I shall train, refine my skills, and then return a new man!"

"Oh gosh I just realised Ranma's been staring at me all this time what must he be thinking this must seem even more uncute than normal he must hate me now stupid stupid stupid uncute not nearly up to Kasumi's high standards no matter how much effort I put in no matter how I try."

Ranma coughed yet again. "Um... Actually... To be honest, if you chicks weren't so pissed off at me right now, I'd definitely be having sex with you right now. And probably for the rest of my life."

There. He'd said it. That had to help, right? Bring her out of her funk? Maybe get him a little action? Or... she could slap the taste out of his mouth and leave him reeling on the ground.

"So anyone's good so long as you get your end away!" Akane huffed. "Hrmph! Just for that, I'm going to let Ukyo eat the rest of your bento right in front of you!"

The funny thing was, that only made him want to tap her ass even more than before.

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Defeat was not a thing that came easily to Tatewaki Kuno, and yet it had done so today. Without even looking - when had her skills as a martial artist improved so much? He could hardly believe it! His skills must be in desperate need of improvement, he could not let this stand, his determination would not let him accept this bitter taste so easily.

"Problems with love, Kuno-baby?" Nabiki Tendo jeered. That witch! He cast his eyes up to her with full on disdain. "You look like you need some new training."

"What business is it of yours?" he hissed. She shrugged. Which meant she had something in mind. No doubt something that would drain his wallet dry.

"I happen to have come into possession of a certain brochure," Nabiki said. "Ten thousand yen, and I'll give you a good place to train. Ideal for kendoists, and other sword disciplines apparently."

Tsk, of course. He forked over the money, and she dropped it on his head. Snatching it up, he read in disbelief. "Watermelon island...?" he asked nobody in particular. "This will help me become strong enough to overcome that sheer battle presence?"

Nabiki shrugged and swanned off without a care. Though he could easily invision the wicked grin on her face, the foolish boy misunderstood it entirely. Because she had taken out a page in the brochure. One that detailed the inherent danger in training at such a location. How those who did often returned with memory loss, or other assorted head trauma. Not that she thought such things would dissuade him from trying - but better to be safe than sorry, right?