What really caught Akane off guard was how soft Shampoo's body was. A girl this tough and strong, you'd expect her muscles to make her feel hard, or her skin calloused. But no, every inch of her was like touching silk. How many hours had it been? How many condoms had they used? Akane had long since lost track. When he was inside Shampoo, all he could think about was the sensation, the rush, the thrill, and her.
She was a wildcat. The more they fucked, the wilder she got. Akane had thought she'd been intense before, but it felt like she was peeling back the layers, letting more and more of the lustful beast within come loose. The noises she made became less coherent, her movements more writhing and sensual. Even the sweat pouring from her pores tasted sweeter than honey.
The scary part though, was that more than once Akane caught himself thinking that he wanted to do this forever. His body would give out by dawn, no question of that, but he didn't want to stop. The same routine never got boring. He'd fill a condom. Exit her, toss it away, put on a new one and then they'd try another position. Over and over and over again. Was it addictive? That's a good word for it, but it might not be strong enough. Intoxicating? Yeah, that's a bit closer.
This time around she'd wanted to go on top, so he'd let her give that a try. Grinding her body down on top of him with a slow, methodical, triumphant motion. Almost like watching a dance. It was mesmerising, every motion she made felt like some great enticement, the way she licked her lips or batted her eyes or ran her hands through her hair.
It was better than the only recently unsuppressed dreams he now remembers having about her. Which involved the two of them taking turns chaining each other to a wall and doing stuff to each other. Hard sex, him pushing her legs up over her head, or her backing herself hard into him. As if he couldn't make up his mind which was hotter, her being in control or him.
To be frank, Akane couldn't make up his mind either. Never mind what the other version of them must think, either one was way too hot to pick between.
By those point he was certain he must have rubbed and kissed and licked every square inch of her from top to bottom. The top of her scalp to her little toe. It suddenly made sense why certain religious texts tended to censor a good hard fucking with the word Know, because by the Gods he Knew Shampoo like nobody else could possibly Know her.
And so it was that he let out a mighty roar, filled up this condom as well, and then the two of them collapsed on top of one another in a sweat covered fugue state. Neither one able to move. Not even having the strength to cuddle. They'd worn each other out, and Akane became critically aware of how the room now stunk of a pungent odor that he'd never, ever forget. Yet as bad as it was, he couldn't make his body move even an inch to get the window open to let the stench out.
Or maybe it was her warmth near his body that was keeping him from moving. If he closed his eyes it felt like he could trace out her exact position on the bed next to him just from her nearby warmth and breathing.
"Wow," Shampoo said after a while. "Whatever got under your collar, keep it there. I liked, I liked a lot! Much harder dicking than usual." She rolled over, resting her head on his chest. "You sure you don't want to try it raw? For the road."
Akane shook his head. Nope. Not doing that. Because it felt like that was a dangerous path. If Shampoo was having a safe day for sure, it still wouldn't be safe. It felt like if he tried that even one time then going back to a condom wouldn't be possible, and the idea of being a father was still really freaking him out.
"Maybe next time," Shampoo teased, kissing Akane on the cheek. "We can't keep doing this without getting married."
Then she got up and dressed. It was somehow even more erotic than taking off her clothes. Or maybe it was his hormone addled mind. When she'd finished putting her dress back on, Shampoo went for the door, then stopped a moment as if thinking of something.
"By the way, condoms don't have a 100% effectiveness rate, no matter how good they are."
Akane rolled his eyes, trying not to freak out at her taunting. “So anyways. What did you know to help me with my… problem.” He remembered the entire reason he had agreed to going along with Shampoo.
Shampoo giggled, a sound like a beautiful bell. “Oh Airen, it was of course I could tell how blocked up you were, and with how great you were doing today you <b>really</b> needed it. Any time you need to get unblocked, give me a call. I'll sort you out anytime. Bye bye!”
"Bye bye..." Akane mumbled. The door closed. He was alone in the room. Akane took a deep deep breath - then grabbed her pillow and screamed into it.
This, it turned out, was not a great idea because it tasted like salt. Like a big pile of salt had been poured into his mouth. Upended a full salt shaker and let its contents swirl around in her cheeks for a bit. That's what it felt like. But he screamed anyway because this needed to be got out of his system.
"Okay, okay," Akane took another series of deep breaths. "I'm not any closer to finding out why I'm a boy all of a sudden, but I'm a hell of a lot closer to becoming a boy full time." Deep breath. Deep breath. You're a girl, you're a girl, you're... A girl who used his penis to great effect on the most feminine member of your peer group. A girl who had been easily seduced and led around by that saucy little seductress.
A girl who kind of wanted to go another few rounds with her in a couple of days or so. A girl who was smiling ear to ear despite himself. Dammit! Damn these endorphins making him feel so - so great! You and Shampoo get along like cats and dogs, you're always fighting over Ranma, so stop feeling like this!
Ranma. Okay, that was a good test right there. Close your eyes. Imagine Ranma's boy form. Remember that day in the bath. Yeah. It was a shock at the time, but you've since had a few nice dreams based on that moment. How does it make you feel now?
There was a reaction. Good. Okay. Now go to later on. When you walked on Ranma in girl form.
Big reaction. Colossal reaction. Even bigger reaction than for Shampoo. Oh, this hardness was actually quite painful right now. Think about something else. Anything else! Just, don't think of Ranma's petite shortstack body, or her supernaturally slender waist, big breasts, cute face, childbearing hips and - And!
"Okay, fine! The sex with Shampoo was amazing!" Akane admitted aloud. "Ten out of ten, would do that again at the drop of a hat." He let an eye creak open and looked down. Still erect. Damn and blast. He stared at the offending thing, and it stared back with its singular 'eye' as if to ask what it had done wrong. "It's not like I like Shampoo or - Argh! That's the thing I say about Ranma when I don't want to admit to liking her! Him! I meant him!"
It got worse though. Shampoo had all but said they'd had sex before. More than once. And that she expected them to have sex again. The damning part was how right she was. That sexy, alluring, sly, manipulative, irresistible - He had to slap himself to stop from going any further.
"What do I do now...?" Akane asked. Well. The long term answer wasn't forthcoming. But the short term answer was easy enough. Get dressed, clean up the room, pay for it and then go back home. After that? God only knows. Because Akane sure didn't.
- Akane gets home, trying not to think about it.
- ...And walks in on Ranma in the bath.
- Meanwhile, Ukyo is prodding Ranma about a date.
- While walking home Akane runs into Yuka or Sayuri
- Something Else
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