Story: Ranmasexual

 

It was a new day, and Akane had a lot on her mind. It felt like she was on the verge of actually entering a physical relationship with Ranma. They'd kissed a few times, even if he'd played it off like they were just 'making sure' they weren't into each other. That was good. That was progress. At least, it felt like progress. She was kinda new to this whole 'being into someone else' thing.

Which would be enough by itself to distract her. However, the appearance of Ranma's rival, Ryoga Hibiki, had complicated things a bit. His blatant and obvious crush on Akane, his attempts to use his cursed form to create distance between herself and Ranma... On the one hand she had promised not to reveal his secret to anyone, on her word as a martial artist.

On the other hand he was getting in the way of getting her end away, and that was really getting on her nerves! When she saw Ranma sitting at the dinner table feeding scraps to the transformed lost boy this morning, she'd immediately had to go and put her jogging gear on.

"I wanna sit in Ranma's lap and get fed... "Akane grumbled. Though, that wasn't too new to her. She'd probably find it erotic if Ranma... say... Gave her a haircut, or tossed a ball at her, or asked for Akane to hand a pencil over... Or walked in on her in the bathroom, pinned her down and railed her good and hard.

Oh dear her mind went there quite quickly, that was a bit worrying. Ahhh, ahhh, she was thinking about yesterday now, what had almost happened in the bath. How do we make that happen again? Sooner, rather than later...?

"Hold it right there!" a voice cried out, drawing Akane's attention. She felt an intense bloodlust somewhere nearby, and it didn't take long to see what was causing it. A group of basndaged  figures were surrounding this one girl in a field over there. As soon as she saw this, Akane's instincts as a martial artist flared right up.

"Our match is in a week, is it not?" the girl asked. Nonchalant, cool as you like. "No need to rush on my account."

"You fucking hypocrite! What happened to 'fighting before the bout'?" one of the bandaged figures yelled. "Get her!"

Before Akane could reach them, the bandaged attackers rushed forward, and the girl in the uniform pulled out... a ribbon? "Forgive me, please, if I've failed to convey my message."

Before her eyes, that ribbon suddenly turned into a billowing whirlwind of motion, cracking through the air like a whip, striking the attackers and sending them sprawling to the ground before being pulled back and whirling around the girl in an almost defensive, yet menacing pose.

"If I may restate it, perhaps this -" Crack! "Or this!" Another sickening crack. "Would be clearer? Or how about -"

By this point Akane had reached the battle site, and caught the ribbon in her grip, tightly holding onto it. Seems like she had this situation reversed. "That's quite enough," she warned. "Self defense only goes up to the point where you still need to defend yourself. Continuing to attack when you are clearly not being threatened anymore is beyond the pale."

The girl gave her a funny look. Strange. Something about her felt familiar.

"You caught that ribbon like it was nothing," the girl remarked. "Very well, I acknowledge that you are no ordinary girl."

She flicked up a dropped club with her foot, then in a single flowing motion let go of the ribbon with one hand and grabbed the club out of mid-air, thrusting forward with it and bringing it down towards Akane's head. At least, that was probably the idea. Instead, Akane raised her arms into a cross formation and deftly blocked it, shattering the clubs on impact, then thrust her head forward to catch the girl on the bridge of her nose, sending her sprawling back into a cartwheel that put some distance between them.

"Well, you are very good," the girl said. "I am Kodachi Kuno, of St Hebereke -"

"Kuno"? Akane interrupted. "As in Tatewaki Kuno?"

"Oh, you know my foolish brother? No wonder you hold such animosity towards me," Kodachi faux swooned. "Oh, he drags our family name through the mud with his antics! Akane Tendo this, Akane Tendo that, it really is quite tiresome. And now he's going on and on about some girl named Ranma Saotome as well."

Nervous twitch here, Akane wasn't too happy that idiot was thinking about Ranma so much.

Before the conversation could proceed further, there was movement behind her. One of the bandaged figures got to their feet and pulled the bandages off their face. "You're in for it now, Black Rose!" It was a girl! One Akane recognised from school! "This is Akane Tendo! Strongest girl at Furinkan!"

"Yeah!" another one added. "You may have trounced us 'before the fight', but she'll hand you your own butt in a brown paper bag."

"Uh, hold on, I'm missing a lot of context for what's going on here," Akane said.

"Is that so? Quite the boastful claim, Akane Tendo!" Kodachi sniffed. "Ohohoho! Very well then! I shall graciously accept your challenge! You and I, in one week, a round of martial arts rhythmic gymnastics! Let us see what you are made of then, shall we? Ohohohoho!"

Oh god, that laugh sounded like nails on a chalkboard across her soul. How was it possible to weaponise a laugh like that? Off she went, skipping and frolicking away while whirling that ribbon about herself, inflicting that sonic weapon on the innocent people of Furinkan. That alone ensured that Akane would absolutely, definitely, positively put this Black Rose down before she harmed anyone else! Okay, sure, she knew nothing about gymnastics, but that was neither here nor there! She was a martial artist, and she'd pick it up in no time flat!

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You know, this whole fiance situation didn't really sit well with Ranma at all. Technically he was engaged to Akane, but they felt more like good buddies than anything romantic. A pair of decently strong martial artists who got on pretty well together. There wasn't anything physical between them, which was kind of important for a potential marriage, right?

Right!

Okay, sure. They'd kissed once or twice, but that was to prove a point. That there was no chemistry there. No sizzle. No spice. Nothing to build a relationship off of. Ranma felt pretty convinced that she felt the same way as well, so they could proceed with their friendship, go along with this dumb fiance thing until they could find a way out of it and then -

"I'm going to be learning how to do rhythmic gymnastics martial arts," Akane announced, entering the dojo while wearing a leotard rather than a gi. A leotard that was pretty snug on her fit, athletic and toned body.

...

Ranma took a potato chip out of the bag and munched on it. He repeated this action a few times without saying anything. Without blinking, Eyes fixated on Akane. Not any particular part of her, just Akane in general. As she pulled out clubs, tossed them and twirled them around. Did a backflip. Caught them out of the air - but then fumbled them on the landing.

"Darn, almost had it..." she grumbled, bending over to pick up the clubs. Ranma grabbed a handful of potato chips from the bag and stuffed them into his mouth all at once. His eyes felt pretty dry, he should probably blink. If only he could remember how. "You'd better not be there just to stare at me prancing around in a leotard. Pervert."

Oh, right, that's how you blink.

"Actually, I'm fascinated watching such a talented martial artist slip and fall on her butt." Ranma scoffed. "Hah! Imagine getting pulled into an esoteric martial arts contest where you don't know a damn thing about it? You got a week to practise, right? You'd never find me getting pulled into a mess like that!"

Akane flicked out her wrist, sent a ribbon flying across the room, grabbed a pail of water that had been sitting in the corner. Then tossed the pail right on Ranma before he knew what was happening. He'd been a bit too busy watching Akane to even think of dodging.

"Well, you're being pulled in now," Akane said, tossing a leotard right at Ranma while she sputtered and rubbed water off her face. "Change into that leotard and spar with me."

Well! Wasn't she being a bit demanding today?

"What's in it for me?" Ranma demanded.

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<i>Akane sat in Ranma's lap and leaned in close, so close they could feel the other's breath on their lips. Staring into those big, blue, beautiful eyes, Akane whispered. "If you help me, you get a free kiss."

"One now, and one later, and I'm sold," Ranma replied.

"You drive a hard, but fair, bargain," Akane leaned in and tasted those sweet, sweet lips. Their tongues flicked out, pushing into each other. Intertwining, jockeying for position - and then Akane started to undress her fiance. Unclasping her shirt. Untying the rope around her waist. Tugging sleeves off arms, trousers down from the waist. From there, Akane moved her lips to the nape of Ranma's neck while her hands, oh her busy hands, pulled the leotard onto her busty shorstack body.

"By the way, you were deliberately trying to flaunt your body to me, weren't you?" Ranma asked. "But then you got all embarrassed and accused me of being a pervert to take the heat off yourself."

"How did you know?" Akane gasped.

"Because the truth is, I've been watching you since the day we met. There';s not a single inch of you that I'm not familiar with already."</i>

Steam rose from Akane's ears as that obvious daydream came to a close. Alas, in reality, Ranma was staring at the leotard tossed to her as if it was an oil soaked rag. At arm's length, trying not to dirty herself with it.

"Rhythmic gymnastics, blagh!" Ranma scoffed. "Who wants to get involved with that?"

"Maybe I can help."

Akane turned to the doorway and - Oh. It was Ryoga. In a leotard. Flexing his biceps and flirting so obviously that even Akane could see it. Blegh. Not exactly what she had in mind here.

"I was kinda hoping Ranma might be willing to help," Akane said. Politely and courteously

"But it's obvious Ranma doesn't want to," Ryoga sweetly replied. "Besides, I am trained in this martial arts style and Ranma probably isn't."

"Oh, but Ryoga, you're coming across as though you want to show off for the one you like!" Akane said. Meaning herself. "I don't think that would be very impressive at all."

"Hahaha, we'll see, shall we?" Ryoga asked, stepping forward with a ribbon and hoop in hand. "Allow me to show you the true horror of the battlefield you're entering."

Uh oh. Why did Akane fee a distinct and potent killing intent? All of a sudden Operation 'Ranma in a high waisted leotard (yay)' was going very much not to plan! Ohhh, if only she was more experienced in seducing people, she'd at least know where she was going wrong!