Story: Creeping Perversion

 

 It is a well known fact that Akane Tendo is a heavy sleeper. No, that was not a joke about her weight. The trick is that when she's out, she's usually out like a light. And when that happens - by god, you'd better have your dodging game on because you're going to see a martial arts display that would put even Happosai to shame!

Yes, she was indeed a better martial artist when asleep than when awake. And that's not saying she's a bad martial artist when awake. Merely outclassed by the monsters that suddenly moved into her neighborhood. When asleep? She was on their level. A veritable machine of destruction, capable of grappling and striking with the best of them. That wasn't an exaggeration before, by the way, even Happosai has lost to Akane Tendo's Sleep Fu.

So let us enter into the room of Akane Tendo quite carefully. Just because I'm an omniscient narrator does not mean that I like having my butt whooped six ways from Sunday.  So let's be careful here, let's pan in carefully on her sleeping face, curled up under the covers. She's quite adorable like this realy. Look at that smile on her face, she's so content and serene and -

"Mmmmf!" her arms shot out, and oh dear I seem to have been sent flying back into the wall.  Ow! Akane sits up and rubs at her eyes, thank goodness, we're now more safe since she's awake. "Ooh, that was a good night's sleep," she said to herself. Akane rolls out of bed with a bit of pep and vigor, a swagger to her step that isn't normally there. "I feel great. So much better than yesterday."

While she says that, Akane stretched out a bit. Touches her toes, leans side to side, then runs her hands down and then up her curves. "My body feels really good too, for some reason." Her hands then end up at their final destination, groping her own butt, a hand to each cheek. "Oof! Hey there beautiful." She said that to her reflection, by the way. "You know, I am kinda pretty. Cute, even. I don't know why Ranma always calls me uncute and unsexy."

Until recently, she realized. Yesterday he had called her cute. He'd called her sexy. It was weird. Threw her completely off balance. Any other boy, she'd know how to handle that. Ranma? It felt different. In fact, it felt like she'd had a pretty good dream last night. A dream involving Ranma. She definitely remembered seeing his pigtail bobbing up and down quite vividly inside her head.

Yep, it had definitely been a nice dream involving Ranma. Probably him on his hands and knees apologising for being such a jerk, or something like that. The mere thought of it sent a shiver down her body.

Well, whatever! She reached into her wardrobe and pulled out her jogging gear, tossing it on without a second though. Oh, huh, how about that? Without meaning to she'd grabbed a pair of hotpants Nabiki had once given her as a gag gift, and a shirt that was a little bit too small for her now, so it showed off a bit of her navel.

Oh well. Never mind. It wasn't as if something like that mattered, she was just going on a jog around the block as normal.Who would care or even notice if her clothes showed off a bit more skin than usual? It wasn't perverted or anything, right?

Indeed, her own family didn't give her a second look as she jogged by. Kasumi too busy with breakfast, her father busy with the newspaper, Nabiki wasn't anywhere near fully awake yet, and as for the Saotomes -

"Ranma! You are distracted as of late!" Genma yelled. "You must maintain discipline or - "

A sturdy kick struck him in the jaw and sent him down into the koi pond, which by now could not possibly have any living koi in it at all anymore. In her mind, Akane made several automatic snapshots of the kick in motion. In all honesty, her eyes often managed to keep up with Ranma and his fights just fine, it was simply that her own body and reactions weren't anywhere near that level.

Still though. That kick.

That kick had been... really nice to look at.

The power. The precision.

The flow, the little whip crack it made as it went through the air.

Replaying it in her mind made

Akane

Feel

Good.

Then Ranma noticed her staring, winked at her, so she had to turn up her nose at him and storm out the front gate. She simply had to do that, you understand, no choice at all in the matter. Especially after what happened yesterday.

Yesterday. In the bathroom. While on her jog, Akane's mind wandered. Returned to that event. Encountering girl form Ranma, naked, having scrubbed herself down with cold water. She remembered it vividly. Every square inch of Ranma's body. So girlish, so... so defenseless! A heaving bosom, trim waist, cute face - and when she'd slammed her hand into the wall next to Akane's head... when she thought about that moment now it made this weird heavy something land in the pit of her stomach, making her squirm in something approximating anticipation.

In the moment, she'd been scared and confused. Now? It made her feel... something else. Like she was looking at a feast while on a diet. A big scrummy chocolate cake dropped on her plate when she was trying to lose a few pounds. Her mouth was dry, her legs a bit shaky-

And then her imagination went 'hey let's reverse your positions' and that resulted in Akane imagining herself slamming her hand to the side of Ranma's head, leaning in close with that same cocky smirk, while Ranma was the one staring at her like a frightened rabbit.

"Nnnngh!" Akane grunted, and had to lean against a wall, finding herself short of breath for some reason. "Wh-What is this?" Her hips felt twitchy, and they moved of their own accord, making her shift weight. A need. There was this weird need inside her, building up quickly. "Why do I feel like this?"

"Nihao!"

Oh good Shampoo was here. She always made things better by her presence. Never once in her life did Akane regret meeting Shampoo, and certainly not every single time they crossed paths. On top of that, this was the exact thing that she needed at this moment in time when she was feeling really, really weird and didn't know what was going on.

"Hello Sham-" Akane began, then trailed off. Getting a really good look at Shampoo, sitting on a wall, her legs dangling down elegantly while she smiled serenely down at Akane.

Had Shampoo always been that cute? Yes. Objectively, yes. Shampoo was an adorable terror, which honestly made her cursed form (kitty) all the more appropriate. However, Akane had never felt quite so aware of this as she did today. It was the same sort of feeling she had when walking in on Ranma in the bath yesterday. Sort of like, she knew it intellectually, but it was only right now that she properly understood it.

Shampoo was sexy. It wasn't just her body. It wasn't just her face. Or her clothes. It was how she carried herself. Like, she knew she was hot, she knew hot to flaunt it without being too over the top.  

Take those legs, for example. Swinging freely as she sat there on the wall. A nice, juicy pair of healthy thighs, with smooth flawless flesh. Powerful yet feminine. Effortlessly seductive. It was a wonder that Ranma hadn't given in to her already.

"Akane feel good today?" Shampoo asked. Ah? What had she been thinking about just now?! "Is Airen still actin strange?"

"Wh-when is he not?" Akane stammered back, taking great pains to not look at Shampoo. Or her legs. Her sexy, well formed legs. Unfortunately, Shampoo seemed to have noticed what exactly Akane was trying not to look at, and she could tell because Shampoo had jumped over to the opposite wall, right in front of Akane, and was now smoothing her hands up and down her dumb tone legs. Urgh! Quit it!

"Hrm, Akane acting strangely too," Shampoo said, and suddenly her cute face was inches away from Akane's. Guh! "Shampoo know what Akane need! Same thing Shampoo give Ukyo yesterday."

Gave... Ukyo? "What did you do to her?" Akane asked. Oh no, had she finally snapped. Eliminating the competition?

"Shampoo give her nice, long hard fuck."

Ah, okay. So, this was where Akane turned to stone on the spot, only snapping out of it when Shampoo licked her cheek. She pushed the girl away, blushing like crazy and trying really had to ignore how good that felt.

"Cut that out!"

"Why?" Shampoo asked. "Akane obviously like it. You is horny too yes? Shampoo no mind threesome with Ranma, it help blow off too too much steam."

Right. So this was where Akane employed the Saotome secret technique. She wasn't a Saotome (yet), but a martial artist should always be willing to learn techniques from superior martial artists. She'd seen Ranma make good use of this once or twice, so she should put it to practise as well.

That technique, for those not in the know, is turning tail and running for the hills. Which, in this case, meant back home. Blood pounding in her ears, Akane tried to put it all together. This weird feeling. The way that Ranma and now Shampoo were behaving - It was as if they'd become perverts overnight! Was it happening to her now as well? Akane stopped a moment to look down at what she was wearing, and made a cute little 'eep' sound. She hadn't even thought it strange when she put this on?!

Well, it wasn't going to happen to her! No thanks, no how, no way! She was not going to become a pervert no matter what this did to her! First thing she was going to do was get in through the front gates and then -

Stare at Ranma's luscious bouncing breasts while she rung out a wet shirt. Then mentally record every single microsecond of this for later use. Huh. Maybe avoiding becoming a pervert would be harder than she thought...?