Story: LS Akane

No way was Ranma this dense. It had to be an act. That's right, she was being teased. Again. Ranma had a bad habit of doing that. I mean, what girl could possibly sit there getting her boobs rubbed by another girl and basically go 'hey thanks for the massage that really helped'. Because, let me tell you, breasts are not an area where a girl feels tension no matter how big they get.  So, it had to be an act. It had to be. The idea that Ranma was so thoroughly stupid was outright impossible. Akane had personally witnessed Ranma figuring out very clever things! All to do with martial arts, but that's besides the point!

Was it because Ranma wasn't actually a girl? For some reason that made a weird sort of sense. Akane had been able to seduce Ukyo quite easily. Shampoo was second nature too. This was so strange. Ranma was kind of going along with her suggestions fine, but seemed to be brushing off the idea that it was a seduction attempt. Like water off a duck's back. Well! There had to be a limit to that. Surely. A point where it would become so obvious that Ranma would have to address it. Of course, if Akane flat out told Ranma that she wanted to have sex then it would be her loss (somehow), so as a matter of pride she was going to continue this path, and wear down this cute pigtailed shortstack's defenses until she was a hot drooling mess on her hands and knees, quivering and naked, begging for the chance to taste Akane's pussy!

And while she was at it, she was going to turn Ranma into a feminine girly girl. For no other reason than <i>hrnk</i> she was far too fucking cute to not.

"Here, ahhhh!" Akane said, scooping up ice cream onto a spoon and feeding it to Ranma.

"Yum!" Ranma cooed, letting out a girlish giggle as she ate that ice cream. How cute! Too cute! Akane went for more, scooping some up on the end of her finger, letting Ranma lick it off. "This is really good ice cream."

"There's a reason it's a girl's comfort food," Akane said. Her own attempt to put the idea into Ranma's head. You are a girl. Not a boy with a curse. A girl. A girly girl who likes ice cream and dressing up and, most importantly, fucking Akane for hours at a time. Okay, that last step was a bit further off but it was a good goal to kep in mind. She scooped a little bit more onto her finger, and snuggled up next to Ranma. "This is nice, right?"

"Yeah, it's nice when you're not angry at me for no good reason," Ranma said. Akane's eye twitched. That idiot did have to say something stupid didn't she? Akane stuck her finger into Ranma's mouth, she went 'yum'  and then went on to add "We get on much better when you're not in a bad mood."

"I wonder why I would be in a bad mood," Akane said through grit teeth, scooping up more of the ice cream and hoping it washed out the taste of foot that Ranma had in her mouth. Then again she seemed to enjoy the taste of her own feet quite a bit. She repeated the affectionate little food play, scooping up a little ice cream at a time, letting Ranma open her pretty mouth, then pushing her finger deeper and deeper in. Before long Ranma was apparently enjoying the act of sucking on Akane's finger. Of course, the ice cream melted long before she finished, but Ranma didn't seem to mind. Every last drop was finished within fifteen minutes, with Akane on Ranma's side like clingfilm the entire time.

"Ahhhh, that hit the spot!" Ranma patted her belly. "You feeling full already, Akane? You've just been lying there for a while now."

"Nothing else to say?" Akane asked. Ranma gave her a blank look. Another seduction attempt completely no sold. How is that even possible? Ranma is not this dense! I mean, nobody on Earth could fail to notice what she wanted!

"Nah, not really!" Unbelievable! Clearly, more desperate means were required.

Let's see, how had she seduced Ukyo again? Akane remembered, that was entirely rhetorical. She slid around to Ranma's front when the next song picked up. "Oh, I like this one," she said, swaying a little in time to the music. Right in front of Ranma's face, where she couldn't help but see. "It really makes me want to move!"

This was exactly what had allowed her to seduce Ukyo. Dancing for her. Grinding her waist in front of her eyes. Awakening her to Akane's raw sex appeal. Leaving the chef mesmerised, unable, unwilling to look away from her trim tummy and slender waist. Her gyrating hips made her navel into a focal point that stirred around her brain until all she could think about was running her tongue along Akane's body. What part? Didn't matter. In much the same way, Akane could hardly wait until Ranma was doing the same to her. Or perhaps she should do that to Ranma? Tasting that body, sucking on her breasts or kissing her thighs... Oh, it was impossible to tell which she'd rather do first! She'd have to play it by ear. Maybe find a coin and flip it.

To her immense satisfaction it was starting to work. Ranma's eyes had fixed upon her tummy. Her brow was furrowing, in blatant concentration and focus. As Akane moved, so did Ranma's eyeline. Aha, perfect! Akane continued dancing, but stepped delicately around and a little closer to where Ranma was sitting, until her butt was practically shoved into the cute girl's face. She bent over at the waist, running her hands down her legs, then shifted weight from foot to foot, jiggling her cheeks, knowing and trusting that Ranma was well and truly enthralled by her appeal. Hehehe! This seductive dance was turning out more effective than she thought. Akane had been thinking it would be necessary to wear Ranma's defenses down a little at a time before she got anywh-

"Ah! Akane, that's brilliant!"

Huh? Not quite the reaction she'd expected from Ranma upon arousal. Akane risked a look back - and immediately regretted doing so, because that was apparently the opening Ranma was waiting for. In the blink of an eye, Akane was the one sitting in the seat with Ranma seated atop her lap. Her legs scissored around Akane's waist. Close, very close! And her body was undulating from neck to navel, grinding seductively.

At first Akane was loving this because <i>very yes please</i>. It was a good sign. A great sign. Ranma was giving her a lapdance! An honest to goodness seductive lapdance! But, alas, that did not last long before Ranma opened her big fat sexy mouth and ruined it.

"Hehehe! Great thinking, Akane!" Ranma said. "Lap dancing martial arts! The perfect way to paralyse an enemy!"

What...? That was... What?! How could such a martial arts style be used for anything other than seduction?! Akane couldn't think of a single way, though come to think her brain wasn't firing on all cylinders right now because - and this is a very, very crucial point to grasp here - she was receiving a super hot lapdance from Ranma Saotome's girl form.

That's not an experience you regret, nor is it one that you forget. Nor, for that matter, is it one you would normally get in the first place! Ranma was acting really weird. Going along with everything that Akane was putting out there like it was no big deal, and yet - And yet she wasn't actually being seduced at all!

Contradiction. Boobies bouncing fun fun fun. It was a - nice slender tummy, oh how soft her skin was! It was a blazing contradiction, and if Akane wanted to get Ranma in the sack and turn her permanently into a girly girl with smooth strokable legs that shouldn't be hidden by baggy trousers and only ever wore snug shorts or tiny skirts - What was she thinking about again?

"Hah, see? You're totally paralysed," Ranma whispered. "You came up with it, but I already perfected it!"

D-Dummy! What did he think this was?! How stupid could he be?! It was almost as if whatever superpower had given Akane the ability to lay literally any girl she wanted was having trouble with Ranma! Probably due to his... her dumb curse!

Or maybe it was because the only thing Ranma was interested in waas a fight of some sort. Oooh! That was such a boyish thing. Why couldn't Ranma be more like Ryoga, and think about something other than fights once in a while!

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"Ranma Saotome, I devote every waking moment to your inevitable defeat!"

That was, of course, the voice of Ryoga Hibiki strolling down a road, oversized backpack on his back, umbrella slung over his shoulder. Ah, my apologies. Her shoulder. Yes, Ryoga was a girl. Akane's gift of the lesbian shard had, indeed, an unusual reaction with Jusenkyo curses - and so, Ryoga was no longer cursed to be a pig, but cursed to become a girl.

A cute girl at that. This was a step up from becoming a prime example of 'not quite the bottom of the food chain, but close enough for most predators purposes' any time it rained. Or a car went by and splashed up a puddle. Or some other freak accident involving water turned him from a powerful martial artist into a cute little meal on legs.

Still, a grudge is a terrible thing to nurse and not get the best use out of. The curse was only one of several things that Ryoga was ticked off at Ranma about. One other major point of contention still stood - The beautiful, the gorgeous, the 'corrupting every cute girl she knows into a lesbian, and once she's mastered this Jusenkyo manipulation thing all the boys too' Akane Tendo.

That last part was something Ryoga was unaware of, by the way. Go ahead and try to bring it up. You'll walk away with a flat lip if you're lucky. That is, you'll be walking away at all if you're lucky.

This is where Ryoga managed to walk off the clearly marked road and straight into a field. Because of course she did. It didn't matter the form ,Ryoga's sense of direction was the same as ever. After about ten minutes of this, she looked around and asked a question that was practically her catchphrase.

"Where am I now?"

There was a rustle in the underbrush. An old man wielding a large calligraphy pen leaped out. "Food!" he cried. Moments later he was crying "Ow!" instead.

"Huh, just a weak old man?" Ryoga grumbled. "I thought it'd be a thief or something..."

Naturally, Ryoga thought of herself as a decent person, and could hardly begrudge a hungry - nay, starving old man lost in the wilderness of acting in desperation. She helped them up, set up a stove and shared food. Nothing much, just some pot noodles and the like. The guy was scarfing it down like nobody's business.

"You have my appreciation," the old man said. "Sharing your food like this is quite unlike what most people would do."

"Well, whatever," Ryoga shrugged. "I'll just be on my way now. You'd better not travel with me though, I tend to get lost super easily."

"Ahahaha, no no, I can't let you go like that!" the old man said. "As a master of the Kimen School of Martial Arts Calligraphy, I shall try to help you out in your woes! Is there anything you dream of? Perhaps a young man has your eye?"

A young man? Yeah, you could say that. "Ranma Saotome," Ryoga spat.

"How do you spell that?" the old man asked. "You see, by using martial arts calligraphy, I can make it so that person will fall to their knees at the sight of you. All it will take is a quick doodle on your tummy, and this Ranma Saotome will be powerless to resist you!"

Now. You know you're reading a porn thread. I know you're reading a porn thread. Ryoga Hibiki and this old man do not have the luxury of such things. As such, the misunderstanding caused by those words is as invisible to them as the air around them.

This couldn't possibly cause anyone any problems at all, now could it?