Story: Pride and Joy

 

 This might come as a shock, but sexual insecurity is something that Ranma had been ignoring about himself for a long time ever since getting this stupid curse. It makes sense really. Any straight, cis man would probably worry if it was foisted upon them out of nowhere. Imagine, randomly transforming into a girl when you get splashed by cold water. What a nightmare! Of course it would mess with his head a bit. He was still confident that if he had the mood, he could seduce any cute girl that came his way. But still, for the longest time he tried to ignore it. Tried to pretend that the fact he was sometimes a cute girl himself, that boys might drool over, wasn't also true.

And then he started having sex. As in, ridiculous amounts of sex. Unbelievable amounts. With multiple girls. Very different girls, a whole harem of them who were fully aware of each other and had been so thoroughly satisfied by his enormous penis that they were totally okay with it, and even ocasionally (that is to say, almost as regularly as they had sex with him) screwed each other. That gave him a bit of a boost to the old confidence.

Well, now here Ranma was in girl form, practically laying on top of Ryoga in his new cursed form. That is to say, a 'playboy'. A boy that is capable of effortlessly seducing any cute girl that takes his fancy, and there are very few straight men who would not take a fancy to girl form Ranma.

So, what is going on inside Ranma's head right now?

'Was Ryoga always so hot? No, hold on. He's always been a hunk. Why am I only noticing this - Crap, he must have got that spring water on him. Oh, I feel really weird looking at him. Th-that idiot, why did he have to go and - '

Reality falls away, and in the dark void a hand reaches out to grab onto girl form Ranma's ear. The hand belongs to, of course, none other than boy form Ranma. He doesn't look happy.

"Yow my ear!" girl form Ranma yelped.

"Hey, hey, stop drooling over that idiot!" boy form Ranma yelled. "We ain't into boys! Got it?"

"You sure about that?" girl form Ranma sniffed. "I mean, sure, Ryoga's an idiot, but we've always been aware of how much of a buff manly stud he is."

"You mean, we noticed he's a tough guy and a good sparring partner," boy form countered. "There wasn't anything sexual about it."

"Oh no?" girl form asked. In the void, joining them, was Ryoga Hibiki. T-Posing because he was in the default mode, but girl form didn't seem to mind. She draped herself all over him, leaning her head into his chest and twirling her hands around his abs. "The way you always mistreat him, call him names... It's the same thing you do with Akane, right? Tsu~un~de~re~"

"Wh-What do you mean, I'm not like that with Akane!" the boy form protested, because of course he did. He'd had sex with Akane quite a lot of late, and he was still denying his feelings for her. "Anyway! I'm not into guys!"

"You sure about that?" girl form Ranma asked, grinding her ass into Ryoga's crotch while holding on to the top of his head. "You never know, do you? Until you give it a try! Go ahead. A little smooch on the lips. If you don't like it, just don't do it again. If you do like it - well, there you go. You learn something about yourself."

"I'm not into guys," boy form Ranma said. Adamant, steely resolve. Guys did nothing for him. That much wouldn't change no matter what form he was in.

"Bawk, bawk, bawk! Chicken!" girl form mocked. "Coward! Craven! Go ahead, what are you afraid of? Just a little peck on the lips, you can play it off as an accident! I thought you weren't afraid of anything?"

"I'm not," Ranma said. "But that doesn't mean I'm gonna randomly take a header off a cliff or put a gun to my head. Why does everyone think I'm the kinda idiot that would fall for that every - Hey, are you paying attention?"

No, she was not. Girl form Ranma was too busy surrounding herself with T-Posing Ryogas. None of whom were wearing shirts. She was, in point of fact, licking the sweat off the neck of one of them, while using her big toe and index toe to tug down the trousers of another, while steadying herself by holding onto the penis of another two Ryoga's with her hands. Really showing off Ranma's athleticism and flexibility there. You know. Alongside how ravenously thirsty she was.

Once again, boy form Ranma reached out to tweak her ear, hauling her away from all the T-Posing Ryogas, and do please let me know when that mental image stops being funny, so he could yell in her thirsty ass ear about how unlike him this is. However -

"I have needs too, you know!" girl form Ranma yelled back before he could say a word. "I mean, you're getting all kinds of ass. Regular, different flavours of booty on tap, at will, any time you want. You gonna give me any of that action? Noooo, you're too insecure in your masculinity to dare dream of letting yourself get wet when you, you know, <i>get wet</i>."

"And you just want to jump him 'cause his dumb butt got himself drenched in Spring of Drowned Playboy water!" boy form yelled back.

"Yeah, and if we don't act now the other girls are gonna get him first!"

The other girls. Before boy form could reply, the notion of the other girls popped into his head. Akane. Ukyo. Shampoo. They were here too. As an aside, there's a lot more going on around us at any given moment than we ever notice. We can only pay attention to so much at a given time. Our brains cannot handle every single detail of what's happening. Thus, blind spots are created. We focus on the things that matter. Case in point, the things behind your monitor right now? Probably a bit blurry. Because you're reading this. Heck, other things on the screen are probably not in focus beyond the words you're reading moment to moment.

However, our attention can shift, much in the same way your attention shifts while reading. When something around you suddenly becomes more important, because something on your peripheral vision or a sound you heard, or something else draws your attention towards it. In this case, the presence of those three girls was now being made the full centre of Ranma's attention.

Akane Tendo. His fiance. Ukyo Kuonji. His friend. Shampoo. His exotic foreign nuisanace. Note the one word in common for each of those descriptions?

His. His. <b>His</b>. They were <b>Ranma's</b>. Not Ryoga's. Never Ryoga's. Never, ever, ever Ryoga's. Only ever his, his <b>hishishishishis<i>treasures</i> his <i>horde</i></b>.

"Ah, Ranma, you are as lovely as ever in your girl form," Ryoga was saying. "Alas, I must refuse, for my heart belongs to another -"

He was shut up right then and there by Ranma shoving him away.

"Oooh," Ranma said, squirming in place a little. Her thighs clenched together, and anyone looking could plainly see her nipples poking through her shirt. "So this is what it's like when a girl gets horny? How do you stand it?" A beat. "Never mind, get over here you dumb tomboy!"

Ranma practically tackled Akane to the ground right then, wrapping her limbs around the other girl in a way that would make most anaconda's jealousy. What followed was an all consuming kiss between two adorable hot girls. Akane's eyes were wide in shock at first - but do remember that she's been going through horny withdrawal of Ranma's penis lately, so a kiss like this was just what the doctor ordered to get her to calm down.

"Ranma Saotome! You dare assault Akane Tendo before my very -"

Ryoga had managed to put a hand on Ranma's shoulder there. If he'd managed to pull Ranma away, there's a very real chance that the Spring of Drowned Playboy might have done some unpleasant things to Ranma's resolve right there and then. However, and some may even say fortunately, Akane's uppercuts were not things to be trifled with. For all the jokes made about her cooking, taking one of those was indeed still more painful. Luckily for Ryoga he had been trained in the Breaking Point technique, or Bakusai Tenketsu if you're a purist, and this meant he didn't actually feel a thing when Akane sent him flying into the air as if he had been recast as Ranma in a cheap late 90s fanfiction dedicated to demonstrating why Akane is a terrible person and basically missing the point of the character.

Sorry, was that a cheap shot not held up by evidence? What a coincidence, you've noticed something in common with those pieces of fanfiction. Shall we repair the fourth wall and return to our smut? I think we'd all like that, wouldn't we?

With Ryoga dispatched, the horniness focus for both Ukyo and Shampoo returned to its usual spot - Ranma Saotome. The lucky bastard.

"Airen, save some of that sugar for me," Shampoo pouted, but settled in next to the pair so she could nuzzle into Ranma's neck.

"Yeah, don't let her hog all that to herself," Ukyo warned. "We have needs too, you know! Want me to get you some hot water?"

On hearing that, Ranma lifted her head like a vampire sitting up in its coffin. She looked to the other two girls and shook her head solemnly. "Not yet," she said. "My girl form also has needs. I've been ignoring that until now. Once she's satisfied... Then I'm gonna dick you girls so hard you won't even be able to think about other guys ever again. Got it?"

Ukyo and Shampoo shared a look, while Akane lay on the ground cross-eyed and humping the air. As hard as it might be for either of them to believe, that very much seemed to be what was on the cards for them in the immediate future. No complaints there!

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"Urgh, I really did not think this through at all," Pantyhose grumbled to himself, taking out his frustration on a pebble that had the unmitigated gall to rest within kicking range of his foot. "I mean, my third appearance should still be fine. Play my cards right and I might get some freaky Asura sex, but my second appearance... If I do it like that, it'll just come off as a repeat of what I tried to pull this time. That's even before we get into who inevitably gets splashed with the 'spring of drowned twins'... At least I'll be able to make a dignified exit while I like my -"

Fortunately, Pantyhose would not have to consider that particular branch of meta thought for especially long, because that was when Ryoga landed headfirst on top of him. Head to head, one might say.

"So much for a dignified exit," Pantyhose said, before dropping like a stone and vanishing from this tale for a good while yet. Darn, I'd been hoping he'd be able to figure out that conundrum so I wouldn't have to.