Story: Genma the MILF

"Mmmmmmmmmf~"

That was the sound of Akane Tendo face down in her pillow, in her room, holding it to her face nice and tightly and screaming into it while her feet thrashed and kicked at the end of her bed. She came up for air - and was smiling ear to ear - then went back down and resumed screaming into her pillow.

So now she'd had sex with Ranma's girl form as well. No, no, that's not quite right. She'd not just had sex with Ranma's girl form. It would be more precise to say that she fucked Ranma's girl form. More precise still to say that she'd enjoyed fucking Ranma's girl form! Which was putting a bit of a dent into her self identity, as she'd always figured she was straight!

Nabiki had quipped here and there about her being gay because none of the boys - the nasty, immature, bratty horny boys - had any interest from her, at all. Except she'd had a crush on Doctor Tofu, so - obviously she was straight! Duh, it stands to reason right? Can't have an unrequited crush on an unobtainable older guy if you're into girls!

Then she'd met Ranma, and earlier today they had proved definitively that she was into guys. She wouldn't have pushed him down on this bed if - Ohhh, her pillow smelled of him, she took a deep whiff of it and writhed on her bed, caught herself licking her pillow and then rolled off to catch herself.

"Bad Akane," she whispered. "Naughty, bad, horny Akane. Control yourself. You've had sex with both of his forms now, you can't possibly want another ride."

Spoiler warning: Yes she did. She very much did. Ranma wasn't like the other boys and it had nothing to do with his curse. He treated her with respect, sort of. He tried to understand her position. Treated her as an equal. Acknowledged his own intense sexual attraction to her, but respected her boundaries and let her take the lead through all their intimate moments.

He also fucked like his sole reason for being on this earth was to make her cum, and make it happen often. 

"Keep your legs closed until tomorrow," Akane took a deep breath and fanned herself down. "You're not ready to become a young mother - even if Ranma would make an amazing father, and your kids would be super strong, cute and!" Dangerous path to go on, change tracks now. "Uh, I mean, if I fooled around with his girl form then I wouldn't get -" No! Not any better! 

Deep breath, girl. Compose yourself. Centre yourself, and then - Get out of your room before you dive back onto your bed and start taking hits off your pillow, it really wasn't going to help you any. Avoid the training hall for now, head in there only when it's safe, when you know Ranma isn't in there and you can get some actual training done to help work off... whatever you'd call this feeling she had. Love. Lust. Whatever.

Aha! The perfect person to talk with just sauntered in home. Kasumi, her big sister, reliable, charming, a perfect role model for a young girl like herself! If anyone can keep her from misbehaving it was surely her!

"Good evening, sis!" Akane waved happily. "How are you tonight?"

"Ah, hello Akane," Kasumi said. How strange, it wasn't like her to fidget like this. "Ranma's mother will be due in an hour when Doctor Tofu's office closes. I shall have dinner ready by then."

"Okay!" Akane nodded, then tilted her head. "So you were at Doctor Tofu's place just now? How are they getting on?"

"Quite well," Kasumi began to play with her hair. "Ahem. Do you think that father would approve of me dating Doctor Tofu?"

Had this happened a week ago, then Akane's world would have shattered upon hearing her sister asking that question. It would have been like an apocalypse for her emotional state, some enormous meteor flying down out of nowhere, or a supervolcano erupting and covering the world in ash. She'd have been inconsolable. Incapable of doing much of anything at all. She'd have said some short answer to Kasumi's question, then rushed off to her room and cried herself to sleep.

Now? She didn't feel much of anything at all - except this weird feeling like she should be feeling something.

It was like her crush on the good Doctor had been gobbled up by some ethereal spirit, turned into a whisper on the breeze, a footnote of her life that she was looking back on and going 'oh yeah!' rather than an important cornerstone of her life. The reason she'd grown her hair out. The reason she'd tried to emulate Kasumi. Hell, the reason she'd tried to impress him as a martial artist, since it was the only talent she really had.

"Hrm, let's see...?" Akane mused, rolling on her heels. "He's got a stable job, is well liked in the community, gets on well with pretty much everyone. He'd be an amazing, caring husband whose medical knowledge will be extremely useful. He's only about - what, three years older than you as well? He took over his father's clinic at a much earlier age than he was expecting to, and while he's not actually an MD, I understand he's working towards that in his spare time, so...?"

Yes. He would make a really good partner. There was no universe in which their father would say no to that. Especially if she was going to marry Ranma. What? It's not like Akane had workshopped this for quite literally years in her head, figuring out the likelihood of herself being able to marry him.

Ahem.

"You'll make a good couple," Akane said, patting her sister on the shoulder and feeling genuinely happy for her. "It's about time you re-entered the dating scene. I'm super happy for you."

"Thank you, Akane!" Kasumi beamed, seeming almost relieved to hear her say that. "I'd better start on dinner."

She strolled off to the kitchen humming happily to herself. Gosh, it was like she was walking on air! Alright, let's see what Nabiki is up to. Was that her out in the garden...?

"So, little brother, when is the wedding?" Nabiki asked, and Akane pulled herself a bit behind the doorframe. She was talking to Ranma! Holding out some photographs which were making him blush. "My, my. The two of you are quite handsy, aren't you? Maybe try to be a bit more discrete in future...? Not that it's going to matter if you don't pay up."

Guh! Oh no! Had Nabiki seen them? Crap! Crap! Crap! What should they do? What can they do? Nabiki was going to drain their wallets dry in no time - 

"When Akane wants to get married," Ranma stated, matter of fact. "If it were up to me - and it most certainly is not - we'd be married within the hour."

Oh no don't say that! It was going make her feel all.. Weird and gooey inside.

"Well, you certainly work fast, I'll give you that," Nabiki said. "But therein lies the rub, hrm? There's no way that daddy will let this sort of action fly under his roof - Ah! Ah! Ah! I recognise that look, if you do anything physical to me, you'll be the one to get in trouble, so don't you - "

"Do you know, Japanese inheritence law is really quite sexist," Ranma tutted. Huh? What was that interruption? "To cut to the chase, it's typically a lot cheaper for a family to marry off land rather than pass it down to a daughter. Should I marry Akane, then I fully expect your father will immediately pass everything here on to me - though, of course, I would immediately begin all decision making with my beautiful bride, because she is a smarter young woman than her friends and family give her credit. I will grant she is a bit led astray by her emotional state, but that's merely one of the many, many things I find cute about her."

Akane peeked around the corner, and couldn't believe what she was seeing. Ranma had pinned Akane up against the back wall, with a hand over Nabiki's mouth! What the - What was he doing?

"Anyway, my point is fairly simple," Ranma said. "I very much doubt that Akane would want to kick you out, but I have a reasonable expectation that she would be alright with <i>charging rent</i>. She would most likely especially not be in a good mood with you if you forced us to marry before she was ready for it. Therefore, it is monetarily in your best interests to not put us in a situation where we have to marry before both Akane and I are ready for it." He bristled a little, adjusting his shoulders, and Akane found herself biting into her index finger, staring longingly at that broad back and thinking 'yum, yum'.

"I might not like the inherently sexist system that we have in place within our society," Ranma said. "I might want to change it, make it better for everyone involved... But I also have little problem using that system to punish you for trying to extort me, because you are the one in the wrong here. Nabiki, you're clearly a very intelligent woman. Use that brain to make the world better, not worse. I can assure you that it will make you happier in the long run."

He pulled his hand away, stepped back from Nabiki, and let her run off. "Sis, did you see? He tried to -"

"Defend himself from your extortion," Akane said, stepping right by her, eyes fully locked on her future husband ."You heard him, Nabiki. You'd better cover for us - or we'll have you paying rent before our honeymoon is done with."

"Ah, do you mind if I save up money to buy you an engagement ring?" Ranma asked. "If I'm going to propose then I should do it properly."

In response, Akane wrapped her leg around his waist. What are you doing? Pulled him close to her. What are you doing? So close that sunlight couldn't show between them. What. Are. You. Doing? And then wrapped her arms around the back of his head. What! Are! You! Doing?!

"How about if I proposed to you instead?" Akane asked. Nooo, stop! Don't make out with him! Not with Nabiki watching! Stop, what are you - Okay, fine, he tastes really, really good, and you feel super comfortable being held like this this, and - Oh, come on girl, control yourself! Three times in as many hours? What sort of door did he open inside your soul?!

The answer was: One that hid a happy, horny, oblivious beast that was happy to be let off the chain. It intended to take the lead more often going forward, despite what Akane may think...