Story: Double Trouble

 

Before the gates to the Tendo home, a pair of young martial artists stared, fully aware of the challenge ahead of them. The difficulties. The hardship. It would not be an easy road. Not because their foes were strong, but because they were many and varied. Yet here they stood, all the same, determined and ready.

"We're home!" Akane called out, and the second they set foot in the door, the two fathers were on top of them.

"So? How did it go?" Soun Tendo insisted, quite excitedly.

"Yes, boy! Did you show her a good time!" read the sign being held up by the annoying panda.

Akane turned up her nose and walked right by them. "It wasn't a date," she insisted. "We just so happened to want to see the same movie."

"Yeah, as if I'd want to go on a date anyway, I've got martial arts training to focus on!" Ranma shrugged. The two fathers deflated a bit. Alright. Round one. In any fight, the one who is more prepared is the one who wins. Either through having a better gameplan, better conditioning, a better mentality. That's what it took to win a fight. Exploit your opponent's vulnerabilities!

"Gee, guess you two are gonna have to go off and scheme somewhere, huh?" Ranma mused. "But hey, don't waste your time Especially not at the new bar we passed on the way here."

"A... New bar?" Soun asked. "Well, Saotome. We will have to investigate this matter ourselves. Perhaps another approach will be needed to push our wayward children together?"

Jackpot. These two had a weak spot for booze, and a perfect excuse to head out and get hammered. That's two down. Hopefully Akane could do her part as well... Ranma wandered off, and soon found his greatest challenge. His own future self. This was the trickiest one, because - as Akane had put it - he'd know all his own tricks, and could do them better. Watching him just now, like a lean engine of muscle, power, speed and concentration... It was almost impossible to believe he'd ever be at this level. The hell kind of training did he do to get that good?

"How was the not-date?" his future self asked.

"It was fine," Ranma said. "Movie was okay."

"Yeah, I remember now," his future self said. "The sequel's better. Wanna spar?"

No, actually, he wanted to get his dick wet. Which was astounding to him. He always thought girls were a distraction from martial arts, and that's why he avoided dating. Turned out he was right, but he was too deep in to back off now!

"Sure!" he lied. "Seems a good way to kill some time, while those two are out."

"Huh? Those two?"

"Yeah, our old man is heading out with Akane's for a drink at a new bar," Ranma said. "It sounded to me like they were up to something, but when I tried to follow they spotted me right away."

"Up to something, huh...?" his future self muttered under his breath. "Tell you what, you try running through the routine I was just doing, I gotta... go check up on them."

Perfect. The plan was completely flawless. Fool proof! Kukuku! He really was a master manipulator, huh? Now, he could only hope that Akane could deal with her end of the deal, because if she did? There'd be a good few hours alone, all to themselves! He had to wonder, though. What sort of devious plan had she come up with.

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A big wad of money landed on Nabiki's desk. She stared at it with a raised eyebrow.

"If you can get Kasumi and the other me out of here for two hours, this is yours," Akane said. "No questions asked, no blackmail after the fact, don't even bring it up again. Deal?"

Nabiki stared at her for a moment. Looked back at the money Akane had put down. Tilted her head, then eventually shrugged. "Deal," she said, rolled off the bed and almost seemed to glide across to the door. "Guess that date went pretty well, huh?"

"It wasn't a -" Akane tried to protest, but Nabiki was already gone. Oh well. There wasn't really anything else for it. Nabiki would have seen through absolutely anything she tried, even if Kasumi and her future self hadn't. The best thing for her to do was return to her room, sit on her bed and try not to think about -

"This is happening," Akane said, failing that very last point the instant she sat on her bed. She smoothed her hands down her legs. When she closed her eyes, she saw them. Together. Their own future selves. They were so... Intimate. So close. Touching each other, their bodies glistening with sweat, each of them letting out barely restrained whimpers of pleasure as they held onto one another's naked, writhing bodies!

She wasn't ready. Okay. Okay. If they did this, there was a chance, however slim, that she could wind up pre-preg- Was she ready to become a mother? No! Not yet! Then again her future self wasn't a mother yet either, but she'd also indicated that something about history was different because they were here, so that didn't mean anything, so - 

So the smart thing to do was to call it off. She was sure Ranma would be disappointed, but he wouldn't push the issue if she told him honestly and frankly. He didn't strike her as the sort to force her into anything she didn't want to be part of, so -

There was a knock at her window.

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After watching the sisters wander out of the property, all but dragged out by Nabiki, a sort of... certainty settled over Ranma's mind. This was it. They were alone now. Was he sure about this? If he did this, then it would cement things. One hundred percent. He'd have to marry Akane. Have a family with her, the whole thing.

Yet the two of them barely knew each other. Or at least, it felt that way to him. The other two... they'd been through stuff. Some pretty intense stuff that opened them up to one another. Ranma didn't take shortcuts if he could help it. You gotta become strong the right way, build yourself up.

Maybe, maybe they were rushing into this a bit too fast? Maybe they should slow down a bit? Try dating first. Proper, actual dating. Then maybe, when they were more ready...

Alright. He'd made his choice. They'd use this time to talk about their future together. That's all. Nothing too weird or intimate or naked or whatever. He was sure she'd be a bit let down by this, because what chick didn't want a piece of this? But... that was the smart way to go about it, and it would be the smart, responsible thing for them to do. Right? Heh! He was marching on the path of maturity!

So he hops right on up to Akane's bedroom window, hung upside down, just to show off, knocked on the glass, fully determined to tell her that they should wait, and then - 

God she's cute. What was he thinking about again? For some reason he couldn't quite organise his thoughts properly. Probably something to do with the fiery determination in her eyes, which had melted away into something misty. The two of them were staring at each other silently for at least a minute before either of them made a move, and when they did, it was in unison.

They grabbed each other's heads and pulled each other in for a kiss. This didn't quite go so smoothly as it does in the movies. Not helped by the fact that he was hanging upside down. That's actually really difficult, you know, and while they were martial artists they were also very new to this. Still, they were both quick physical learners, even if Akane could be a bit clumsy.

"Ah, my nose..." Ranma muttered at one point.

"Sorry..." Akane replied, and then they went right back to it. Hrmm... There. Now they were getting the hang of it! But this was merely the first step. The two of them wanted more. Much more. Ranma made the first move this time, bracing himself against the windowsill, followed by Akane shifting her grip upwards to grab Ranma's body, physically hauling him into the room without giving him time to right himself, and then -

Oops! They were on the floor in Akane's room now, with her straddling his waist, and him flat on his back looking up at her. Their hearts were racing so quickly that neither could tell if the sound in their ears was their own, or the other's. Then, silently, the two of them began to take off their clothes. Unbuttoning their shirts, untying the rope belt holding up trousers, tugging off the cute skirt they were wearing, while maintaining a steady eye contact with one another that was only broken for the brief instances when they had to pull cloth over their own head.

The two of them avoided looking at one another's naked bodies in case this somehow put them off. Neither of them was really thinking rationally at this moment. They were thinking with pure instinct. Put into mankind over countless generations. Their bodies simply moved in a way that wuold lead to penetration and then - 

"W-woah~" Akane moaned, grabbing Ranma's head and holding it so tightly that he couldn't breath for a moment there. Not that he was having much less of a reaction, grabbing her body in a bearhug that forced the air out of her lungs. The two of them usually had a bit more control over their strength than this, but... That was simply impossible right now! They simply held onto one another until they could regain control over their muscles, and then they started to move...

And they moved like clockwork. If that set of gears was being left under a falling pile of sand. It was... awkward. It was clumsy. Neither of them knew what to do with their hands. There were lots of little 'Oh, sorry!' and 'oops!' as the two of them fumbled about, basically only really getting right two aspects. The first being the penetration. And the second being -

A mutual, if sudden climax.

"Huh..." Ranma muttered to himself. "How was it?"

"I think I liked it?" Akane replied. "I think? It wasn't quite how I imagined it."

"Yeah, me neither..." Ranma said. He turned to look at the clock and frowned. "Huh, they've been gone... maybe a minute? It felt longer."

Akane bit her lip. She really was so cute like this. She seemed to be thinking about something.

"Wanna... go again?" Ranma ventured after a moment.

"More than anything else in the world," Akane answered, with a tone that started out clinical, but had grown hungry, ravenous by its conclusion. The two of them rolled into one another, practically pouncing, and then - Their second time was a fair bit less clumsy than their first.