Story: Akane's Quest

 

You could write an essay on the complexity of the relationship between Ranma and Akane. The sheer breadth of angles to explore, the ideas laid bare. Are they capable of expressing their true feelings to one another? What are those true feelings? It's hard to say, right? It's complicated. It's nuanced. They are so obviously into each other, so to speak. Yet their personalities grated up against each other. The physical attraction was there. The emotional connection was also there. And yet the two of them were so stubborn that it would surely take a miracle to get them to hook up.

...

Would you call it a miracle if the two of them uncovered a cult devoted to breasts underneath a maid cafe?  If you did, then you have a very strange definition of a 'miracle', and Akane would very much like to have a few words with you. Probably with her grabbing your collar and lifting you up a few inches off the ground.

This was also a situation that needed a miracle, you see. Part of that complicated relationship involved the two of them saving one another from the most ridiculous situations that they wind up getting themselves into. Ranma, through carelessness and not paying as much attention as he should, Akane because she simply wasn't strong enough to stay out of the situation, and happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Well, this was the sort of situation that would normally rely upon Ranma's superior martial arts ability, but she was down for the count right now, struggling against the enormous growth of her chest and the intense sensations that obviously came with that sort of magical growth. Because this spell was developed by perverts, no duh.

"Admit it, you want her to look at you," the head of this little maid cult tittered. "That's why they keep on growing. You want to be hot for her. You want to be sexy for her! You want to turn her on any way you can, and that's what's making them grow and grow and grow."

"Pervert!" Akane yelled across the room. It felt a bit superfluous, and they probably didn't mind the insult much at all. Still! It had to be said! 

"Oh, don't worry Miss Tendo, you'll get your turn before long," the head cultist said. "Just sit tight while I finish making a believer of your beloved here."

Oooh! That tore it! Akane rolled up her sleeves and marched across the room ready to give this bitch a piece of her mind! Alas, she only managed about half way there before her chest suddenly felt heavy. Really, really heavy, and also like someone had liquified pure pleasure and poured it right inside. It was like her brain was drowning in chocolate all of a sudden.

"If you're so insistent on jumping the queue, then I suppose we can deal with you now," the head cultist mocked, while her followers tittered away. "Seize her. Fondle her. Break her."

"Ah! Oooh! Oooh, like hell you will!" Akane snarled. One of them reached out for her, so Akane grabbed her wrist and tossed her right into the next nearest. Her nipples felt like they'd been hit by lightning. So that was their game, was it? Mob her while the head cultist casts breast magic?! "Ranma, you idiot! What are you doing lying there on the -"

Plomp, plomp, boing!

Akane shuddered and shook uncontrollably, almost as if she was reacting to the sudden fairly massive growth in her chest. It had to be magic holding this maid uniform together, the stitches should have absolutely torn from that! 

"Just couldn't help yourself, could you?" the head cultist said. She reached down, and unclipped Ranma's breasts, and started to blatantly, wantonly fondle them. "You want these, don't you? The more you deny it, the more tsundere you act, the worse you make things for yourself."

So that was their angle? Deep breath. Deep breath! Akane was used to trying to push back the pain during a martial arts contest, but pushing past the pleasure was something else entirely. She honestly wasn't even sure where to start with this! How should she fight through it? What would Ranma do in a situation like this?

He would... think outside the box. His special attack involved using the enemy's own battle aura against them, to form an enormous spiral. In that case - 

"Dummy! What were you even thinking?" Akane yelled. "I would've been fine by myself, but noooo, you had to butt your nose in and mess everything up!"

Needless to say that's not the reaction that had been expected. The room fell silent, nobody was quite sure how to react to that.

"Is that the thanks I get for trying to help?" Ranma called back. And when he did... Boing, boing! Both their chests burst out. "Once a tomboy, always a tomboy! No amount of boobage can overcome that! Bleeegh!"

"Once a jerk, always a jerk!" Akane stuck her tongue out, and that did it! Too big for her strength to support, now. Yet she continued undaunted. "You know what, I bet you got one look at the maid uniforms and wanted to try one on for yourself. Pervert! You'll fit right in here, no issue!"

"Hey, you applied to work here first!" Ranma yelled back.

"Uh, should we - Should we stop this?" one of the cultists whispered to another.

"Why, it's hot!" another whispered back.

Urgh! Of course they would think it was hot. This is why she couldn't stand perverts! What was even the point of having them this big?! Akane then took a moment to look through the fourth wall, making sure to keep her expression specifically neutral. She might not like what site she's on, but she'lll play her role regardless! Though hopefully with less fourth wall breaking.

"Yeah, I applied to work here to put a stop to this lot!" Boing, boing, boing! "You applied for ego!"

"You sure you didn't apply 'cause of bust envy?" Boing boing, boing boing! By now they were big enough that they were lifting the pair clean off the floor. They were rolling around as if a pair of beach balls had been strapped to their chests, and it was the only way they could move around. The two of them promptly rolled towards one another so that they could give each other a piece of their ass. Mind. Akane meant a piece of her mind. She was not a pervert! Despite, you know, what happened earlier when she was retrieving the statue and - 

"Jerk!"

"Tomboy!"

"Cocksure loudmouth!"

"Kiss!" one of the cultists whispered, resulting in a death glare from the two of them. Though Akane had to admit to herself, if she hadn't said anything then - yeah, she totally would have kissed Ranma right then and there. Stay focused, girl! Bring that hand back and slap Ranma across her pretty little face!

Crack!

"Wooooaah!" Ranma yelled, suddenly spinning around the room. Got some good torque on that one. Alright. Now all she had to do was something that she normally didn't ever do. Calm down. Stay calm. "Oh god, my nipples! Why does it feel sooooo gooooood!" Ignore Ranma, ignore that feeling in your stomach, don't let their lust magic get to you. You've seen Ranma do this before. You never had the skill to create the spiral yourself, but so long as you stay calm, so long as you can keep your emotions in check - A tall order for her, but with the raw lust energy Ranma was putting out right now that made one half of this a bit easier, at least.

"Hiryu shoten ha!" Akane yelled, punching the air - and then...

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<i>"Breaking news, a hurricane manifested in the basement of a maid cafe, revealing an underground sex cult using twisted magic to corrupt young women throughout Furinkan."</i>

Nabiki took a sip of juice. It was funny how ordinary that seemed these days. Still... A hurricane? She watched with interest, as various women in maid uniforms were carted off by the police for questioning. But now that she knew a hurricane was involved, her interest was in the background. Who else was there? Who else was present...?

There we go. She caught them. A shock of red hair with a cute little pigtail, and blue hair cut into a short bowl. A pair of girls in each other's arms, frenching the stuffing out of each other. It wasn't obvious. In fact, it was only on camera for half a minute or so before someone picked up on it, and the cameraman shifted perspectives... but it was definitely there.

"Well, well, little sister," Nabiki chuckled to herself. "What sort of zany misadventure did you get up to this time...?"