Story: Akane Kun's New Day

Technically, this journal did not belong to Akane. It belonged to... the other Akane. It was not a journal that had been written by 'her', it had been written by 'him'. On that basis, Akane shouldn't open it. Akane shouldn't read it. Akane should not dive into the secrets of someone who, technically, was not actually 'her'.

That word 'technically' was doing a lot of heavy lifting. As strong as Akane was, she wasn't sure that she could bench that weight.

The argument against was not exactly a convincing one, if she was being perfectly honest. In essence - She might accidentally ruin his life if she didn't know the finer details of it. The nature of his relationships with others. Like Shampoo. And the fact they, apparently, regular fucked each other raw and enjoyed every. Single. Intense. Sweaty. Moment. Of.

Oh dammit, that thing was hard again! Even after all that intense sex it still wanted more? How greedy can you get?!

Well, anyway. That really wasn't a compelling argument. Violate his privacy, read his journal, just because she didn't want to get caught in awkward situations. If Ranma offered that excuse for reading her journal, she'd smack him one! Who gave him permission to do that? It wasn't like doing so would save her life or anything!

Ooh, now she'd made herself angry at Ranma for reading a journal that he probably hadn't read! Actually she wouldn't put it past him. Ah! Careful now, don't want to bend the spine of this book!

"I'm not reading it!" Akane sniffed, and put it back where it had been. Under the bed. Brought back the old trusty hand - the book was still in it. "I'm not reading it!" Aknae repeated while her good old trusty hand flipped it open, and she rolled this lean masculine body over onto the bed and stared at the words. "Fine, fine, fine, might as well. If the other me complains, I'll apologise then..."

On the very first page: "I can't believe this, but Shampoo wore me down. Oh, I'm such an idiot! I know what she's like, but  I let her seduce me anyway. Then I went another ten rounds with her! Now that I've calmed down a bit, I'm going to go have a word with her. Make it clear this can't happen again."

There was a paragraph.

"Went another ten rounds with her. Would probably need a week to wear her out, the girl is insatiable and has a ton of stamina, and she really doesn't take no for an answer."

This... This was a book of sexual conquests. As soon as Akane realised that, it was damn near embedded in the wall. However, everything written in here did sort of match what happened with Shampoo tonight. Insatiable, yeah that was a good way to describe her. Fuck like a demon? Please, some demons probably wished they fucked like her. It was intense, it was powerful, it was-

Akane continued reading despite herself.

"Today, that Kuno jerk challenged me to another fight. Called me an 'enemy of women', got in my face about 'stealing the heart of his pigtailed love' and was generally an ass. As usual. Harassed Nabiki and Ranma too. Ran into Kodachi after that, and I was so pissed off at Kuno that I did something I only sort of regret." The entry ended there, but it echoed in Akane’s mind for a longer period than necessary.

It took Akane a bit longer than it should have to properly process that. Because the meaning behind those words didn't quite want to settle into her brain. It was sort of like, she'd gone into full denial over it. The idea. The notion. The very conceit of it. Kodachi Kuno? This other version of her had - With <i>Kodachi</i>?! That Kodachi?! With that laugh! The lunatic gymnast who pranced around in a snug fitting leotard, tossing around paralysis powder and being an even bigger if less frequent pain in the neck than her brother?

Akane couldn't believe it. Didn't want to believe it. Tried to stop from imagining it... but the harder you fight that sort of thing, the more vivid it becomes in your mind. The thought of Kodachi grew more and more real seeming, more detailed the more Akane tried to fight it. Imagining her, lying there on a bed clad only in a snug fitting leotard, shooting a come hither stare. She did have pretty long, slender legs. Athletic. Trim. It wasn't hard to imagine her being pretty flexible either... though the meaning of that in terms of sex was still a bit beyond Akane.

Akane's balls were aching again. She flipped over to the next page.

"Soooo, Ukyo bought this weird sauce the other day, and we were trying it out and it turned out to have a really high alcohol content. Ranma can never, ever find out what happened. Ever."

Ukyo too?! So, that was all three of the girls after Ranma he'd been - Oooh, she was getting really angry at her other self now! Screwing around behind the backs of three different girls! Treating them like - like notches on the bed post, giving them all a regular, deep satisfying dicking, engaging in nothing but pure, undiluted carnal pleasure for its own sake.

Oh, Akane hated this! It bugged her so much, it was making her writhe around on this bed... Imagining Ukyo's slender, deceptively feminine body underneath her. The two of them holding onto one another, gently rutting, whimpering into one another. It wasn't as all out rough as it would be with Shampoo, but something tender and gentle could also be quite satisfying.

"Wait, what am I thinking?" Akane said out loud. "No, no! Ukyo is your friend. Your friend! Not some - Urgh! Cut it out already!"

On top of that, Ranma is also probably friends with 'him' in this version of events? How would Ranma react if he found out? Merciless teasing, most likely, and it would absolutely ruin the relationship between -

"Today, I achieved nirvana, and it wore a pigtail."

Wait, no way. That couldn't be right. Did that mean?

"Ranma and I got into another argument about something stupid. Then, let's get to the point here, one of us kissed the other. I don't remember who it was. The next thing I know, our clothes are off and we're still arguing, but it was so intense I couldn't control myself."

Hold on. Hold on a second. This had to be made up. There wasn't a chance in hell that Ranma would ever -

There was a knock at the window, and Akane jumped from the bed into a battle position on sheer instinct. It wasn't a ghost, and it wasn't a prowler. If anything it might be something worse. Girl form Ranma, hanging upside down outside the window, looking in! Oh no! If Ranma saw this journal, then - Then!

The window was hurled open, and Akane scowled down at him, trying desperately to mask that fear. "What do you want?"

"Training hall. Ten minutes," Ranma said with an odd competitiveness to her tone. Then, just like that, she was gone.

Akane climbed off the bed and dressed in his gi as a matter of course. Not her gi, but rather his. This was good. It was a sense of normalcy. A chance to test out this body a little. Make sure it moved the right way. Sure, Ranma would still probably humiliate and make fun of Akane, but - But this was something closer to the reality she knew that she could grasp onto.

A reality that shattered the instant that he set foot inside the training hall. Because, rather than the usual red shirt and baggy black trousers, Ranma was wearing a leotard. A flimsy, stretchy snug leotard. Grabbing her ankle and pulling her foot up to the back of her head in a show of tremendous <i>flexibility</i>. Akane almost felt something... drop inside his body. It made a weird echo sound. Something yawned as if waking up from a nap. Something hungry. Ravenous. Something pointed squarely at Ranma.

"What are you wearing?" Akane asked in abject disbelief.

"Oh? Something wrong?" Ranma chirped back, batting her eyes and looking... all cute and innocent, yet in a way that made it very, very obvious that she was the opposite of innocent. "Is this cute busty shortstack's body making you all <i>hot and bothered</i>?"

"N-No, you -" Akane began to protest.

"Got to limber up first!" Ranma said, turning around on the spot and then, keeping her legs perfectly straight, she bent over and touched her toes, sticking that leotard clad butt right up in the air. Not her best feature, but... God it was still a great feature. "One, two, three! One, two, three!"

"C-Cut that out!" Akane yelped. As if on cue, Ranma twirled around and put her hands behind the back of her head, pinching her elbows into the side of her breasts while stretching backwards.

"Huh? Cut what out?" she asked. "I thought you didn't like busty short stacks that behave like boys?"

Stop staring at her breasts, stop staring at her breasts. Sure, they're nice breasts but that shouldn't mean anything to you, you're actually a girl, you're actually a girl, this shouldn't affect you at all, there's nothing really special about breasts when you get right down to it so there's no reason to ogle them like this.

Besides, this is Ranma here. Ranma! Teasing you like always. It was just... taking a different form than usual because in this world you're a boy rather than a girl. Using his curse to do this, how utterly shameful of him!

"Y-yeah, you're right!" Akane huffed, folding his arms and looking away. "I'm not interested in that sort of thing. I prefer girlier chicks, not - Not boys in the body of a girl."

All of a sudden, Ranma was right in Akane's face, looking up at him. Guh! This height difference was really weird! Don't look up with those bright eyes of yours! Pouting like that in frustration because you're not getting the reaction you wanted! Come on, stop it, cut it out!

"I knew it!" Ranma sniffed. "Rather be with Shampoo, huh?"

It's worth remembering that the difference in skill between Ranma and Akane is roughly the same as the difference between Akane and a random non-martial artist. While Akane is able to tie most people in knots pretty easily, Ranma can do the same to Akane as well. Which is how Akane found himself flat on his back, with a heavy weight on his lap in the very next instant.

"Hrmph, I'll show you!" Ranma said, grinding her leotard covered body up against Akane. Ah. Ah! Aha! Not fair, not fair, this kind of attack should be illegal! "I'll show here. I'm a way better lay than she'll ever be."

W-wait, that was real? The boy version of her, and Ranma had - Oh no! Don't think of it in the past tense, think of it in the 'immediate future' tense. Akane felt a powerful stirring within his loins that was practically overriding his common sense. It was similar to what he'd felt earlier on with Shampoo but... But much more powerful. It wasn't just sex either. The urge to hold Ranma. Breathe in her sweet aroma. Touch her. Smell her. Taste her. Hold her. That feeling was far too strong to be ignored.

If Akane was being perfectly honest then he... she could admit to having feelings for Ranma back in her own life. Perhaps this was born from that latent attraction? Never acted upon. Here, given an excuse to indulge in a treat that she had always wanted, but had found forbidden... Having her cake and eating it too, because someone else had already been able to sneak a slice.

Akane sat up and grabbed Ranma's head, pulling her into a deep, sloppy, tongue filled kiss.Ranma did the rest with those speedy dexterous fingers of hers. Akane's gi belt was tossed aside, and the trousers very quickly after it. The leotard was pushed aside with one set of fingers - and then she lowered herself onto him with a smug expression on her pretty face.

"Heh, you get easier to seduce every single time," Ranma whispered, super proud of herself and - Oh, how splendidly tight was this pussy! "Every time, you say it'll not happen again, and yet it does. Face it, you can't keep your hands off me! Even though I act like a boy."

"Not right now you ain't!" Akane grunted, seizing hold of Ranma's body. Ah, where was this coming from? Hadn't he had enough with Shampoo earlier? On reflex he took a deep breath of Ranma's scent, and understood that no, it wasn't enough. That was, if anything, an appetiser and Ranma would be the main course and desert wrapped up in one.