Story: Genma the MILF

 

How exactly did she wind up in this situation again? Akane cast her mind back, and tried to follow it along to the conclusion. Alright. To start with. She had returned home from school with Ranma, after his first day at Furinkan. Carefully ignoring him, so she didn't set off another weird lecture about gender politics. Trying to sort through her own attraction to him, which was a thing she'd never had to do before, because she was only ever previously attracted to Doctor Tofu, who was objectively an extremely good person to desire.

"Ah, I see, that guy?" Ranma said. She looked up at him in surprise, then felt mortified as she realised - "Oh, I see. My apologies, I thought you were talking to me. Don't worry about it, I'm discrete. I won't tell anyone about your crush on the local doctor, I'm sure he's a perfectly respectable young man."

"R-Right!" Akane said, and regretted it. Great, now she'd started a conversation with him while she was all confused. "I dare say he's a better man than you are."

"Ohohoho, now that is something I cannot let slide easily," Ranma said, slipping in front of her and walking backwards right as they went in through the front door. "I'm still a pretty proud guy, you know? Challenging my manliness like that isn't something I can let slip by so easily, if you'll pardon my indulgence in some unhealthy masculine posturing."

"When you are cursed to turn into a girl?" Akane snapped back. "You really want to argue you're manly when a splash of cold water flips your gender?"

"Flips my biological gender," Ranma flicked her on the forehead. The two of them went up the stairs, now. Him still in front of her, going backwards. It was almost impressive how he didn't even stumble or slightly lose his footing. "To be honest, I am kinda gender fluid, but all the water does is change my biological sex. My gender is up here." He tapped his forehead. "What I identify as. And right now, I happen to identify as a very good specimen of manliness."

"Yeah, I dare say you are!" Akane snapped as they reached the door to her room. He pushed it open, even held it for her, and then followed her inside. "Hey, what are you doing in here?"

"We're not finished talking, are we?" Ranma asked. "I mean, it's not like you're going to get dressed while you know I'm in the room, right?"

"Oh, I see how it is now," Akane crossed her arms, fuming at this point. "You're planning to force yourself on me, aren't you?"

Genuine shock passed over Ranma's features on that accusation. "Well, I'd never -"

And then, Akane said something that, with the benefit of hindsight, was a really stupid thing to say in the heat of the moment. It was just a single word. The last word she'd say in the conversation. That word was simply this:

"Chicken."

Cue Ranma slamming his hand against the wall. Not nearly as hard as he could, but hard enough to make for an effective kabedon. He leaned in close, maintaining eye contact, then he opened his mouth and - 

"So, is that tacit permission, or -"

That's when she pushed him back onto her bed and fucked him. She had fucked him good and hard, and she was really trying not to think about that, because right now the two of them were lying on her bed naked, her head resting on his strong manly chest, and she was kinda struggling with this minor urge to roll over on top of him and pick up where she left off.

Instead, she rolled out of bed and threw on her gi, throwing him a smouldering look that, five minutes later, she realised probably came off as 'sexy' rather than 'annoyed'.

Once she was away from him and in the training hall, she could properly clear her head. Focus a bit. Ask herself why? Why had she done that? It wasn't like her at all! She hated boys, she was about as far from the kind of girl who would randomly sleep with a boy as you could get!

"Hiyaaaah!" she yelled, throwing a punch, then flowing right into a series of kicks. It was his fault. Somehow. Pushing her, pushing her, pushing her. Flirting with her in that weirdly sort of respectful way he did, acknowledging his attraction while keeping out of her personal space so long as she wanted it that way. "Hiya! Ha! Ha! Stupid boy! Dummy, dummy, dummy!" She  continued the kata with a vicious fury, upset at him, upset at herself, before turning around and lashing out, finding her fist meeting with an open palm.

"You seem upset," Ranma said. "My apologies, according to your behaviour I felt that you were happy to consummate our engagement. Was I mistaken?"

Akane furrowed her brow, and unleashed a flurry of attacks on him, each of which he moved around gracefully and precisely, using as little energy as required to do so. It was kind of annoying. Very disrespectful, too! It belittled her abilities as a martial artist!

"Take this seriously," she warned. This time around, he actually moved to block her punches. No counterattack though, which was annoying... At least, until one came in right for her stomach! She managed to cross her arms in the nick of time, but still slid back along the floor, colliding with the wall, and suddenly he was <i>right there</i> in front of her, his handsome face filling her vision.

"Huh... That's interesting," she said. "You were definitely faster just now. Come at me again?"

Akane pushed him back then went for a snap kick, which he effortlessly pushed down. For anyone else that would have left his head clean open, but when she went for the punch he was able to get away from it easily, grabbed her arm and tossed her to the floor - Or, at least that's how she was expecting it to go. However, to her own great surprise her other hand hit the ground and she felt herself cartwheeling back onto her feet, standing upright in a defensive posture before Ranma kipped up to his feet.

Huh? What? How did she - 

Then Ranma began his own attack. It felt almost playful - but in the same way that a bear playing tag would feel playful. Ranma let out a series of strikes that were very obviously not at his top speed, but came in what felt like lightning fast. As in, she could see them coming but they were practically blurs. Despite that... she blocked them. They still hurt like hell, and she had to step back a bit from the sheer ferocity of the assault, but she was still getting her arms in the way. Every single time. Huh? What? Since when was she this fast?

Before too long her back hit the wall, and his hand slammed into the wall beside her head, and something inside her went 'yes daddy please', and that feeling only got stronger and stronger as he leaned in close, a crease on his forehead as he looked her over and - 

"Yeah, definitely faster," he said. "You weren't this good before. You might be a prodigy, like me." Huh? Huh?! "You've hit a ceiling, right? Not feeling challenged anymore, not progressing at all?"

"S-So what if I -"

She trailed off when she realised Ranma wasn't making eye contact anymore. Actually, he was blushing quite a bit. "Ah, that's interesting," he said. "You dislike boys, right? You prefer men?" Akane nodded to his question. "And you had to put up with those idiots attacking you every single day?" Again, she nodded. "I see... So the only physical activity you've done recently that was any different was... Huh."

"Huh?" Akane grunted back to him in response. "Huh, what? You can't just leave it at that."

"Well..." Ranma rubbed the back of his head nervously. "It's just a hypothesis, mind you, and you might take it the wrong way..."

"Out with it!"

Ranma nodded. "Of course. It would be highly disrespectful to keep this sort of information from you, as it would inhibit your obvious natural talent to improve as a martial artist. In essence: Your body was being restrained from its full potential due to a high level of stress built up from a specific combination of physical and psychological factors."

Akane stared at him and began to tap her foot impatiently.

"You want it simpler?" Ranma said, wincing a bit.

"Make it as simple as you possibly can," Akane said, leaving him no wiggle room to escape.

"Akane horny," Ranma said. "Akane horny for long, long time. Akane get laid. Akane not horny anymore. Body relax, allowing growth in strength and -"

Slap! Oh! Honestly now! The nerve of him! Akane stomped off after hearing that - that total nonsense! The very idea of it! How utterly insensitive! 'Hey Akane, my dick made you a better martial artist', what rot! What drivel!

"Dammit, I'm going to wind up testing that theory," she said to herself upon returning to her room. "At this rate, I'm going to marry that dummy and there's nothing I can do to stop it."