Story: Pride and Joy

 

From the moment she had set foot upon this beach, Akane had known that something was Wrong. There was something about feeling the hot sand beneath her toes that made her feel far too happy for it to be real. Sort of like it was being forced onto her somehow. A big dose of syrupy sweet goodness being injected right into her veins, making her feel playful and content and - Hey, they came here to sort out these stupid massive breasts didn't they?! 

And yet, she'd felt compelled to show them off to Ranma. Boast about them. Draw as much attention to them as possible. She wanted to play. When Kasumi asked if they could split a watermelon, she couldn't jump fast enough at the chance. That's what you do at a beach, right? You play, you frolic, you skip around, splash each other in the ocean, then gather around a volleyball net and make sure to bounce around as much as possible before closing the day by rubbing oil all over your body and laying in the sun to catch a tan.

Except they weren't here to do that. They were here to sort out a curse. So... why was she putting on a blindfold and grabbing a stick?

"What's the matter Ranma? Not joining us?" Nabiki asked. "Oh, or maybe you're still jealous about our amazing racks?"

"Ranma, stop being such a buzzkill, and get with the program!" Akane yelled. "We're here to chill out, relax, we've had a hard time of it lately and we all need to destress!"

"What about watermelon island?" Ranma asked. "That's why we're here, right?" Right! That's exactly right! Akane should put down this stick and -

"It's not going anywhere," Kasumi said. "But the sun is. We don't have all day to play around." Akane felt her grip on the stick tighten, as if her body was getting ready to play.

"You wanna head to that place in the dark?" Ranma asked. No. Of course not. Traveling out to an island in the dark sounded dangerous.

"Airen being silly," Shampoo said. "We come back in morning, when it light up, then go to island!"

"Ranma darling is just being silly, ohohoho, it is part of her endless charm!" Kodachi laughed. "Now, let us cut loose and relax a little, enjoy these bountiful breasts while we still have them!"

That sounded reasonable, but Akane was having a hard time believing it. This sand between her toes. It was telling her that if they came back tomorrow, they'd just play around again. Get another tan. Bleach their bodies on UV radiation, and at the same time bleach their minds.

"Here watermelon, watermelon, watermelon!" Akane shouted out, wandering around blind with the stick. The sand between her toes, so warm and comforting. She held the stick in between her breasts on instinct. Ohhh, no! Don't do that! What if someone saw her! It would be so suggestive and lewd seeming!

"Maybe if I'm not careful, I'll wind up bopping a buzzkilling idiot on the he~ead!" she sang playfully. "Unless that certain pigtailed dummy stops whining!"

"Urgh, I see where this is going," Ranma grumbled. "Let me guess, I gotta get some hot water and lay some pipe, right? I'll try a couple other things to snap you all out of it, but then you'll all go more and more into this stupid beach brainwashing thing with more extreme results, and then I'll get fed up, storm off, come back with a kettle and the next thing anyone knows we're being arrested for public indecency because you can't help yourselves around my enormous manly junk."

"His..." Kodachi growled.

"Enormous..." Nabiki grunted.

"Manly..." Kasumi sighed.

"Penis..." Shampoo moaned.

Akane just panted repeatedly, as she let the memory of it come to her again. And again. And again and again and again. Ranma's pounding cock, filling her up, driving out reason and logic and common sense and making her utterly wild every single time. It was a drug. An addiction. You couldn't even call it lust. She needed it like she needed food and water. To keep herself alive. Keep herself surviving.

With that mere mention alone, Akane tugged down her blindfold and stared at Ranma as she stomped off, sat her pretty butt down in the <i>hot sand</i>, pulled out a kettle and a portable stove, then set the water in it to boil.

"We should continue playing," Nabiki said. Her toes scrunched in the sand. "Show off our... our big boobies."

"Rub oil on ourselves for airen," Shampoo wet her lips. "Make him nice and <i>hard</i> for us."

"M-Maybe we could play volleyball, or splash in the ocean?" Kasumi burbled, rubbing the sides of her neck. "Oh - Oh my! I must show off. Must show off my body!"

Akane was feeling those urges as well, but she was trying so... so hard to repress them. On the other hand it did sound like fun. Put Ranma in his place! For always making fun of how flat chested she was! Uncute body, huh? Now you got knockers bigger than his girl form's! Go ahead, this is your chance! Revel in it. Akane found herself whirling around, stick in hand. She then leaned over provocatively, deliberately showing off as much cleavage as she could from this position and then - 

The hot water poured over Ranma's head while he was pouting in frustration, and then - Oh goodness. That swimsuit was not remotely suited to hiding that monster away, was it? As much as Akane hated to admit it, her fiance had a <i>body</i> even if you ignored that monster of a cock. Which, in case you somehow missed the memo, was not a thing she could do anyway.

"Alright ladies, let's break you free of this spell," Ranma said, sounding more bored and frustrated about an impending orgy that would probably get them arrested than anyone in such a situation in recorded history. "I mean, for once it would be nice to fix a problem without a series of deep rigorous dickings, but apparently that's not the world we live -"

"A man!"

"A true beach hunk of a man!"

"Look at what he's packing! Gimme!"

Danger. Akane's danger sense was flaring up something fierce. The reason for that became very quickly apparent when, upon looking around... it felt like the entire beach had risen up as one. The effect was something akin to a tidal wave. All of it rushing towards the same point. The suddenly quite worried looking Ranma, who seemed to have the epiphany that, oh yeah, if his enormous dick makes girls so horny for him that the mere sight of them makes them want to jump it, regardless of their prior feelings towards him, maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea to change into a guy while wearing a swimsuit meant for a girl?

"Ah, crapbaskets!" Ranma yelled as a beach full of busty brainwashed beach babes all charged him as one, with surprising speed. Never one to want to hurt a non-martial artist, Ranma immediately leaped high into the air to get some distance between them, and in the process reminded Akane of exactly how talented that boy was at martial arts that he was able to play keep away from such a big crowd of people, while hightailing it down towards the ocean.

"I guess man meat isn't the answer this time," Akane said.

"Damn," Nabiki said. "I can feel the stupid sand getting into my brain again already - Hey, Akane, stop hogging the stick!"

"That's right," Kodachi huffed. "You're not meant to take the blindfold off! If you're going to cheat, be less blatant about it!"

Just like that, they were starting to sink under again. Oh no... They'd have to rely on Ranma to sort this out for them, wouldn't they? That meant he'd probably get there in the end-  but it would be a hell of a mess along the way!