Story: LS Ranma

 

Kodachi Kuno is a proud girl. Very proud. It's a trait that runs in the family, though in her case it's not hard to see why she is that way. A naturally gifted athlete, dexterous, nimble, flexible! Quite a genius at gymnastics. It irked her to lose to an amateur like Ranma Saotome, and yet - 

And yet, she could recognise the natural talent this girl had in spades. Ohohoho! A pretty little shortstack was able to beat her so readily, was she? Very well. She would acknowledge that defeat with due grace - this time. Yes, this time she would accept it, for the girl herself had acknowledged that she would have lost if not for extenuating circumstances.

The problem with pride is that those who dwell too deeply within it can be controlled quite easily. Whisper the right things at the right time, and it's like playing a musical instrument. You cannot make it play any song you want, but you can still make it dance to a tune of your choice. So long as the thing you were playing for did not in any way contradict the greater pride of the person, they would do it. They would dance to your tune, while thinking it their own.

It was not Ranma that would take advantage of thiis, however... Rather, it would be Yuka and Sayuri.

"You know, you two do have a lot in common," Yuka said to Akane.

"Huh?" Akane grunted. "We do?"

"Oh yes! For certain!" Sayuri quickly added. "A pair of really, really cute girls who are super into martial arts!"

"You have to put up with the chauvinistic, disgusting views of the men around you," Yuka said. "You have to put in a lot of work to get as good as you do while remaining so beautiful."

"Truly, it is a daunting task, maintaining form, poise and elegance alongside this beauty!" Kodachi sighed.

"I mean, Akane, feel those thighs," Sayuri insisted, taking Akane's hands and guiding them to Kodachi's thighs. Sure enough, Akane was soon rubbing her hands up and down them with obvious relish.

"Oh, oh wow!" Akane gasped. "These are - Wow! How did you get them like this? You've got to tell me your exercise regime!"

"Don't sell yourself short!" Ranma said out of nowhere. "You've got some powerful thighs yourself."

Both Yuka and Sayuri's eyes flashed upon hearing those words. Ohoho~ And Akane being right there in a leotard herself...? Why, those kinds of actions and words were prone to all sorts of perverse misunderstandings!

"Kodachi, what do you think of Akane's thighs?" Yuka asked. "Hrm, I can see how they compare to yours."

"Are you kidding?" Sayuri scoffed. "There's no comparison at all, 'Dachi's thighs are better by miles! Do you mind if I call you 'Dachi, by the way?"

"I will thrash you with a ribbon if you do so again!" Kodachi said. Sayuri bit her lip, and fidgeted as though the words 'don't threaten me with a good time' were flashing through her brain. "But let us see for ourselves, shall we? Whose thighs are superior?"

Thus, Kodachi and Akane had contorted themselves into a position where the two of them were, let's be blunt here, groping each other's thighs. Really getting their fingers in there. Properly squeezing 'em for all they were worth, and buddy, they were worth a lot.

Ranma, meanwhile, was being kept oblivious to how hot this all was. Furious work internally here by the lesbian goddess. After all, this boy-turned-girl was not quite fully accepting of her new situation yet, nor on the effect that she was obliviously having on others around her. To her mind, these two girls were martial artists with great potential that she could help reach greater heights - and through them, she could make her own martial capabilities all the better!

"I bet Akane's thighs taste better than yours though," Ranma absently muttered. It didn't mean anything. Ranma didn't even realise she'd said something that absurd. The shard within her had seen an opportunity, and the next thing anyone knew, Akane and Kodachi were licking each other's thighs. Lickinig and slurping on them like ice cream cones. Oh, but it didn't stop at the thighs. Before too long they were trailing tongues from ankle to thigh, and to make it clear, we mean upper thigh here.

Those two were going in deep. Oh boy, were they going in deep. The two of them were lost in their pride, compelled to prove to themselves, to the others around them, that their leg strength was superior, that their legs were the better!

To Akane's annoyance and Kodachi's satisfaction, the contest was pretty easily decided. But... Neither Yuka nor Sayuri were satisfied with such a simple and obvious outcome.

"Hey, Ranma!" Sayuri whispered. "What's your view? Whose thighs taste better?"

"Huh?" Ranma jumped. "Hrm... Now that you mention it... They do both look pretty juicy."

"Why don't you join in then?" Yuka offered. "Go ahead. Check on them both. See which one you prefer."

Yes, Ranma. Go ahead. Indulge in the impulse. Let yourself be drawn in by the lesbian desire to worship hot girl leg. Nothing like it in the world. That's it. Squat down. Stick out your tongue - hold on, let's charge that up with some good old lesbian energy and then -

Liiiiiiiick~

Ever see that image of Kakyoin from Stardust Crusaders? With the cherry? Rero, rero, rero~ That's what Ranma's tongue was like right now. Dancing on top of Kodachi's thigh, taste testing it like a sommelier.

"Oh! Ohohohoho~" Kodachi cackled and writhed as she let Ranma do her work. "My, my! Enjoying yourself are we? As well you should? For my thigh is the be~est arou~ound!" Not added by Kodachi: Nothing's ever gonna keep her down. What? This is the 80s, right? Can't get much more 80s than that!

But Kodachi seemed to be wanting to try with those legs. No, that doesn't make sense, but nor did the fact that her legs were getting some extra meat on them. Enticing. Big. Meaty, thick thighs. Not just that, but taller as well. Juicy thighs. Yummy thighs. Before too long, Akane - who was taste testing Kodachi's other thighs right now - found herself slipping and winding up right in between her legs... And licking pussy instead of leg.

Normally Akane would protest at this. Normally, she would object to finding herself eating out another girl. However, with the lesbian energy coating Kodachi's legs right now, such thoughts were being interrupted as they attempted to cross her synapses.

Instead, her brain was translating those messages as 'pussy tastes nice'. Her brain was soon awash with dopamine, washing away any possibility of thinking or even conceiving the idea that what they were doing right now was dirty, gross, obscene or perverse. Instead, her tongue focused entirely on one thing: Making Kodachi gush like a geyser!

Which, as it turned out, was a task that she was well suited for. Drenching Akane's face in her fluids, while Kodachi's hips bucked and she lay back, completely oblivious, cackling away, letting her pride rule over her as she mentally filed this as her victory over Akane Tendo.

"Oh, let me get that for you," Ranma said, as she proceeded to lick Akane's face clean. Much like a cat bathing its kitten. Except that most cats don't, you know, end such a cleaning session with a searing hot french kiss. One which flooded Akane's insides with yet more lesbian energy. Which rewarded her for kissing back. Which made her feel that much better about little things like making out with other girls. Under the right context. If there were only girls around.

After a moment, they parted. Akane blinked. Sighed happily. Then reached out a hand to help Kodachi to her feet.

"Listen, I think I had the wrong idea about you," Akane said, with a hand on Kodachi's thigh. Stroking it affectionately. "It's because of your dumb, dorky brother. He's such a typical boy, and - "

"Ah, say no more," Kodachi said, stroking her hand through Akane's hair with great affection. "My brother is a tremendously perfect example of the arrogant male, who believes in his heart that all women belong to him and him alone."

All the girls present nodded their heads in appreciation. They understood this all too well. None of them questioned the idea that men were like this, for their thinking was truly being influenced by that shard now. 

"Very well then," Yuka said. "I suppose the two of you should kiss and - Oh, they're already frenching like they were born and raised in downtown Paris."

Indeed. The two new 'friends' were making out like they were trying to steal each other's life force. It wasn't perverted, of course. It couldn't be perverted. How could it be perverted when it was two girls doing it? That was their thinking right now. It would only be dirty, only be lewd if there was a man around to ruin everything. Only if a man was here, staring at them, leering at them, letting his disgusting sexual impulses guide him, could there ever be anything dirty or lewd or perverse about it!

"So you wanted to know my exercise regime?" Kodachi whispered, her hands slipping down to Akane's rear end. "Very well! I shall teach you my leg exercises - if you teach me how you got glutes like these!"

"Deal!" Akane replied, her voice so husky it was practically pulling a sled.

And inside Ranma's soul, the shard of lesbian goddess fistpumped triumphantly. Its influence spread just a little more... and thanks to Kodachi's yummy, scrummy thighs, it would have another medium to spread its influence further still!