There was once a time where Ryoga Hibiki had sworn to destroy Ranma's happiness. Without missing a beat, he had turned to Akane and asked if he was happy. The answer he could give in retrospect was, no. He wasn't happy. He could give that answer because he could compare it to now, where he was most definitely blissed out of his fucking mind.
Sex as a girl was pretty fucking great. Ranma had that etched into his mind by these three, who were very, very thorough in ensuring it was something his girl body learned. Don't misunderstand, that didn't mean he was going to start drooling over cute guys. He was still straight, and still a guy no matter what body it was in. It was just that sometimes that body happened to be female.
Oh, but the same thing could be said for the three bodies he was surrounded with right now. Ranma was keenly aware of them, their differences, the qualities that made them feminine. It was like having several delicious flavours of ice cream lined up in a row, each distinct, each very yummy... You know, someone ought to do that. Sell three flavours of ice cream in the same tub, heh! That was really clever, he might try to sell that idea to someone to see if he could make some extra cash off it.
The most delicious part about this was that they were <i>his</i> and nobody else's. Hanging back, Ranma studied their figures from behind. The girls could obviously tell at some level too, as they were all trying to compete for his attention in their own way. Shampoo going all in with a fully feminine swagger, the sort that knows full well she's a femme fatale and not afraid to broadcast the fact to the world. Ukyo was a bit more demure, someone who seemed to have the right idea but not put it into practise that often. Mostly she was just wiggling her butt with each step. As for Akane? Confidently walking forward, occasionally peering back at him, then turning her nose up and pretending to ignore him.
Why was that working for him so damned hard? Was that his kink? Did he get turned on by chicks pretending they weren't into him? Or maybe she was actually ignoring him for some reason? In which case he should absolutely talk with her in great detail about their feelings and - hahaha, no, that wasn't happening, Ranma Saotome was not one to talk about his feelings so candidly or casually.
Anyway, now that they had all slated their lust on each other out on a mountaintop by a cave, the four of them had decided it would be better to find somewhere inside. Warmer. With a soft surface, or at least a clean smooth one. Somewhere to rest that wasn't rocks or dirt, where they could really get to work on each other and work off some steam.
Namely, they were heading to Ukyo's place. She was the only one out of them that lived by herself, without any risk of - for instance - Mousse, Mister Tendo or the Blue Blunder showing up to interrupt and ruin everything. Obviously, once they got there, they'd give a call to the Tendo and Kuno homes and arrange for those three to join them as well. Easy fix. All's well that would end well. It was a superbly thought through plan, if he did say so himself.
So yeah, Ranma was actually plenty happy for a change. Even this enormous, monstrous penis he'd have thrust upon him by fate or destiny or whatever didn't bother him in the slightest. He could handle it. He could absolutely -
"Oh hey, by the way! Ranchan, did you notice the date?" Ukyo asked all of a sudden. "It's coming up ten years now! The sauce is almost ready!"
"The sauce...?" Ranma repeated, wondering what got her all excited all of a sudden.It did ring a bell, but -
Clang! There it was! The memory came back to him all in a hurry, and the happiness Ranma was feeling started to drip, drip, drip away.
"Oh, you kidder! Pretending you forgot!" Ukyo nudged him with her elbow.
"I don't know, Ranma's pretty dumb about stuff that matters to other people," Akane offered.
"Yes, yes, he lucky he cute," Shampoo nodded.
Normally Ranma would be giving them a look after comments like that. Or rebutted them. Or done something other than stare off into space. You ever get that feeling sometimes when it's late at night and you suddenly remember some extremely dumb thing you did as a kid? Something bad. Or embarrassing. Something you'd said or done that you deeply regretted in hindsight, settling in over your soul, replacing whatever warm blanket you'd pulled over yourself with one made of ice and thorns.
"It's an old Kuonji recipe," Ukyo began the explanation, and in time with that explanation Ranma was having a flashback. He could see two boys (well... a boy and a tomboy) squatting in a field, hunched over a pot that Ukyo was putting food into. "I stole the recipe from my old man when we were little, and put it together with Ranma."
Both Ranma and Ukyo were thinking of the exact same scene, now. Ranma, excitedly bouncing around. "A legendary sauce? Legendary Sauce?" Fidgeting like a champion, unable to sit still.
"Settle down, you're gonna make me mess up!" Little Ukyo said. "Let's see, I seal it up like this, and then we wait ten years..."
"Ohhh, that sauce," the Ranma of the here and now said.
"That seem a little too too inefficient for mass production," Shampoo said. "Need too long to tell if made correctly. No can practise easily if get wrong."
"No worries there! I followed the recipe perfectly!" Ukyo said, flexing a biceps and slapping her hand down upon it.
Yeah. Yeah, she had. But Ranma remembered what came next. Himself, a bit too excited at trying out this 'legendary sauce', peeling open the seal to take a taste. Then spilling half of if on the ground. He'd tried to replicate it from memory, but - Well, he was an amateur at the time. Hadn't done any actual cooking yet.
"Oh, even if you messed up, it's no big deal!" Ranma said, a little too loudly. "Hahaha! You were just a little kid back then, so - "
"Such a thing would be devastating to my pride as an okonomiyaki chef," Ukyo said with far too bright a smile. Noooo! Don't smile like thaaaaat! The weight of guilt was now well and truly settling in around his shoulders, weighing him down! "I'm sure you can't wait to have a taste, right Ranchan?"
"Yeah, I think I'd like a taste of that as well," Akane said. "Ten years to prepare, it must be quite nice."
"Is proof of special bond between airen and Ukyo," Shampoo nodded. Then she sighed. "Is strange, once Shampoo would have felt jealous, but now feels nice. Shampoo like to join you too!"
"We'll all get together to try it out!" Ukyo said, while Ranma, internally, was trying to think of a reason - any reason - that they shouldn't do that. You know, except for him admitting to the dumb thing he did when he was six years old. "It's supposed to give a lot of energy and stamina too, we'll all be able to have a really good, fun night together."
Ah, well, that bit actually sounded really nice... But wait! No, think with your head, Ranma! The one on top! This was going to be an unmitigated disaster! It might even be worse than Akane's cooking! After fermenting for ten years, who knows what all the stuff you tossed in there might taste like! Think, there must be a way to avoid this, think!
"Okay, we're here!" Ukyo chirped, throwing open the door to her restaurant and then immediately dropping the blinds at the front of the store.
"Oh, thank goodness, Shampoo been needing this for too too long," Shampoo sighed happily. Off came her dress in a flash, and the sight of her bare breasts jiggling around left Ranma's brain unable to comprehend the meaning of thinking more than five seconds ahead. Wait, no, there was danger in his immediate future, he needed to think about -
"You're gonna have to wait your turn, sugar!" Ukyo said, drawing his attention, in much the same way that she was drawing her trousers down her legs. Her underwear as well. She had a really great butt. "It's my store, so I should get first servings, right?"
"Hrmph! That's a bit backwards, isn't it?" Akane was also naked, neatly folding her clothes in a pile. Funny. He often underestimated how feminine she was when she wasn't acting all uncute. "Though I'm sure Ranma would prefer someone other than me first, you really should let your guests feed first."
There's something about being surrounded by extremely thirsty hot martial arts chicks that does a number on a guy's brain. Ranma's, in particular, ceased to function in anything like a fully rational capacity, and forgot all about the guilt he was previously suffering under, in large part because his dick was now requiring a lot of blood. It's a miracle he didn't pass out every time he got hard, or suffer any sort of organ failure for that matter. Perhaps that was part of the magic of the dragon whisker.
Or maybe Ranma was in fact brain damaged and horny, and he just hadn’t noticed yet. Hard to tell.
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