There was a dim part of Akane that thought it was a bit weird she was making out with this cute and sexy woman. Then she remembered that this woman looked so much like like Ranma's G-I-R-L form, and those thoughts went bye bye.
And you know, she was super glad that she did. Akane had pretty much, like, no experience in kissing. At all. On the other hand it was pretty clear that Nodoka had a pretty good idea of what she was doing. The way one hand gently guided Akane’s head to her lips. While the other stroked Akane’s back and the top of her rear, while the older woman’s body pressed up against Akane, letting her <b>feel</b> that amazing chest. Wow she felt as big as Ranma!
"Yay team!" Mariko cheered "So G-L-A-D to see you getting along!"
Yeah... Akane sure felt pretty great about herself when she pulled away from Nodoka. Like she was walking on clouds. She sincerely hoped that her first real kiss with Ranma was half as hot as ... Uh... Hadn't they kissed in the shower already?
Yeah. Akane was fairly sure that they'd already had a hot and steamy makeout in the shower. Weird. Why was she only remembering that now? It had been so cute the way the smaller girl had tried to be assertive, but gave it up so quickly and easily when Akane pushed back. Maybe it was Mariko cheering her on in the background that had done it. Maybe...?
"Well, I am G-L-A-D to be on the team!" Nodoka said.
"Good to have you here, coach!" Akane nodded. She really was amazing. With her help Mariko’s lessons were propelling Akane to new heights of L-O-V-E!
"You know, I have a son about your age," Nodoka said, gently brushing Akane's hair. That felt nice. Not as nice as the kiss, but... nice in a whole other way. "I think a cutie like you would get together well with him. How about the next time I see him, we set up a meet up between the two of you."
Huh? Nodoka wanted to set her up with some boy? Yech! No thanks! "Well, I -" Akane began.
"Don't say N-O so fast," Mariko interrupted. "I think there's nothing wrong with meeting him, even if it doesn't go anywhere."
"He's a martial artist," Nodoka said. "I'm sure you'll have some things to talk about. Maybe even a new sparring partner."
That would be nice. A new sparring partner. If only it wasn't a boy. If only he could be a cute girl like Ranma. Although it must be observed right now that Mariko was looking on with quite a lot of interest. Now why would the living embodiment of lesbianism be trying to set this up? Easy answer: Mariko had figured out already who Ranma's M-O-T-H-E-R was and had leaped to an incorrect conclusion: Namely that Ranma was born a girl, but raised as a boy by her jerk of a father.. She'd heard something about a similar case happening in the next district over about ten years back, bit of an urban legend. So the long lost son Nodoka was looking for was really a cute, if very butch, lost daughter. Oh she could not W-A-I-T for their happy reunion!
Especially the post reunion party, where Nodoka got to <b>really</b> know her cute daughter.
"Anyway!" Mariko sang. Best to leave that hanging for now as she had other things walking through her mind. Namely Akane Tendo's legs. "We should move onto the next lesson!" That got Akane's attention pretty much right away. What do you say, coach?"
"She's solid on high kicks and jumps," Nodoka said. "Now, how about cartwheels?"
While Mariko sucked in air at the suggestion, Akane did the same thing. The two reactions were for polar opposite reasons, though tied to the same realisation regarding Nodoka's suggestion.
"In this skirt?" Akane blushed. Traces of her more normal personality coming to the forefront. "I'll fl-F-L-A-S-H my p-panties!"
"Oh, don't be like that!" Mariko patted the girl on the shoulder. "It's not that bad."
"Maybe if we showed her what it's like she'll understand a little better?" Nodoka suggested.
Akane froze on the spot. On the one hand that sounded like a really good idea. On the other hand, it sounded like an awesome idea! No, wait! Even if she was a lesbian she shouldn't be staring at other girls -
"Alley-oop!" Mariko cheered. Panties. Akane's vision focused on panties. It was only a moment, but it felt like a lifetime. Mariko Konjo's upside down underwear right before her eyes.
Akane shook it off. "You don't need to -" she began to protest.
"Nonsense!" the M-I-L-F said mid-cartwheel. Mid-panty flash. Akane felt her toes twitch. This wasn’t fair. How was a girl just barely awakening to her sexuality supposed to deal with this? A sexy older woman who looked a lot like the girl she really liked, wearing a slightly too small cheerleader uniform, cartwheeling and flashing her panties... Ooh! It was a wonder she hadn't done something embarrassing yet! "Remember dear, cheerleading is all about pushing someone to the next level!"
"What sort of cheerleaders would we be -" Mariko asked, now cartwheeling in the other direction.
"- If we let a little modesty stop us from showing our L-O-V-E!”
There was definitely a kind of logic to that, but Akane wasn't sure if she - Woah! When did Mariko get around her like that?! The cheerleader had gripped Akane's ankles and was now tipping her over! Instinct took over, causing Akane to put her hands flat on the ground -
And then Nodoka was on the other side of her, and the two of them held her upside down in the air. Akane whimpered as she felt her skirt flip down. Her panties were exposed. Both Mariko and the M-I-L-F could plainly see her panties!
Cue the lesbian shard ringing in her brain, making the experience feel so, so good.
"Oh my," the M-I-L... Nodoka said. She had a tight, tight grip around Akane's ankles and started to push her legs up and down. It was like she was being made to ride an upside down bicycle. "I don't think you had anything to be embarrassed about, Akane. Those were some pretty plain panties you're wearing."
"Golly gee, I dunno coach!" Mariko tittered. "It's no fun if they're so plain. She should cheer right through the shame."
"Huh?" Akane asked. "What does that mean Mariko?"
The girl then squat down to face Akane at eye level. Incidentally giving Akane a really good look at her underwear beneath that skirt! "It M-E-A-N-S that if you wanna be a good martial arts cheerleader, you can't let a little thing like underwear stop you." She reached up and a single finger stroked the edge of Akane’s panties.
"That is a good point," Nodoka said, still pumping Akane's legs. "What do you propose we do about this?"
"C!" Mariko cheered. Her right index finger hooked under Akane's panties. "H!" Mariko's left finger hooked in on the other side. "A!" The right finger slid up, dragging one half of Akane's underwear up her leg. "N!" The left finger did the same thing. Now it was around her knees. "G!" Now the right side was pulled completely off her foot. "E!" And then Akane's panties were discarded to the side of the room, leaving her upside down skirt flipped down and everything underneath bare to the entire world. "Back in a second."
"Eh?!" Akane gulped, the full weight of humiliation pressing down on her. "Are you sure about this?"
“Remember Akane! If you want to L-O-V-E others you got to love yourself too!”
Without another word, Mariko strutted off leaving Akane with nothing to do but stand there upside down, hoping and praying that nobody came into the room. Oh. And also watching the gentle reassuring sway of Mariko's super short skirt and those killer legs that knew full well how to work an effective strut.
“So Akane, if you have a girlfriend what’s she like?” Nodoka asked, casually. Like she wasn’t groping at her legs and getting a front row view of Akane’s vagina.
"Oh, she's super C-U-T-E!" Akane answered without thinking about it. "Kinda tomboyish. Even more than I am. Got a real loud mouth, but an even bigger heart." Not to mention a bigger rack and a figure you could use as a base for hourglass design.
"You? A tomboy?" Nodoka said, forcing Akane to do an upside down splits. Such a pose - without underwear on and everything! "I don't see a tomboy. I see a cute, sexy cheerleader in training."
Little did either of them realise which definition of 'training' was being used here. Mariko was doing a fantastic job of training them for their future as Lesbian Sexy Cheerleaders
"Here we are - Oh, wow! I was gonna suggest we do splits next! You're, like, amazing coach!"
"I do my best," Nodoka giggled. Akane tried to formulate an answer, but all she could do was whimper at the older woman's firm yet gentle touch. "Ooh my, is that a g-string?"
“Go B-I-G or go H-O-M-E I always say! We’ll get Akane over that shyness in no time flat!”
"A G-string?" Akane whimpered. "Wait a minute, are we so sure about that? I've never worn one before -"
And that changed by the time she'd finished that sentence. Mariko had not wasted any time at all in getting that thing on her. Along the way Akane felt those hands, soft and delicate, run along the length of both her legs leaving phantom promises of pleasure in their wake. Promises that would be fulfilled if only she played along for a little while longer. Then, she was wearing them. It didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable as she was expecting.
In fact, Mariko's next move was to tip her back onto her feet, bolt upright. There was a sudden rush as the blood that had started to get dragged down towards her head suddenly righted in circulation. Then just as suddenly Mariko was kissing her full on the lips with her hands underneath Akane's skirt, fingers kneading and teasing her butt while Nodoka hugged her from behind in a way that left the M-I-L-F's hands on Akane's B-R-E-A-S-T-S.
"Give us a cartwheel," Mariko whispered after a moment.
"Okay, chief..." Akane mumbled, and immediately did so many in a row that she crashed into the wall. So she picked herself back up with a goofy smile on her face. Then did the same thing in the other direction.
"I still think she'll make a cute G-F for my son," Nodoka said, slipping right next to Mariko as the two of them watched Akane put all of her considerable enthusiasm and all of her care into cartwheeling around the room, flashing her panties for all to see. It's important to note that Akane had a buttload of enthusiasm and a couple grams of care in her entire being. "She's such a cute girl."
"Yeah, she totes is!" Mariko smirked, sliding a little closer to the older woman and using her shoulder as a nice pillow. "All she needs is to feel the L-O-V-E, and I'm sure they'll be a totally cute lesbian couple in no time."
Not that Nodoka heard that 'l' word. She was too busy licking her lips and watching Akane do picture perfect cartwheels while assessing her talents as a coach.
"That girl needs some restraint," Nodoka sighed, ignoring the fact that Mariko was now openly groping both her breasts and butt at the same time while leaning on her shoulder. "Mariko, I think we ought to teach her some self control before she winds up hurting someone." Akane hit the wall again with a heavy thud again. “Or herself.”
"Mmm... Why should she control herself, when I can take a bit of the load off and do it for her?" Mariko asked. A worrying statement for anyone to make, but Nodoka didn't even think anything strange of it. "This training is already going better than I expected."
Now, if only a certain pigtailed girl were here as well, it truly would be perfect. Where was she now, Mariko wondered? Where had Nodoka's cute and sexy daughter got herself?
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Right at that moment, Ranma was walking on air after leaving Uchan's She was humming a cheerful little tune, skipping down the road and looking to all the world like an adorable girl who just won a big prize today. Not only had she been able to get a nice yummy meal, but she'd also worked out a way to get that Kuno boy to leave her alone! Honestly, how did he expect any girl to find him appealing when he acted like that? Ugh!
The exact mechanics of how she'd gone about that were a bit fuzzy... But hey! Uchan had seemed pretty happy about the whole thing as well. That made a nice change. These days she was always on edge after she'd paid a visit. Not so much today!
Ranma felt really content for some reason, actually. Like there was some warm fuzziness that was pooling up down in her lower body. She didn’t quite know what it was, but thinking about her and Ukyo getting Kuno to go away (even if the details were vague) made that feeling heat up.n m
Then her stomach growled like a hungry beast. "Oh man... I should have asked Uchan for some desert..." Ranma groused. That's the trouble with being such an active and strong martial artist. You burn through food at too quick a pace.
Well then. It was time for Ranma to use an old standby. Flirt her way into some free grub! It was a frighteningly effective tactic, helped by the fact that this girl body was super cute. And right away, Ranma's eyes settled on a viable target manning an ice cream stand.
"Hi there cutie, nice day for selling ice cream," Ranma said, leaning over and batting her eyes as cutely as possible. This was really super cute, as it turns out.
“H-huh?” The person at the stand looked a little shocked at the sudden display of cuteness. Good. Catch ‘em off guard.
“It all looks sooo tasty!” Ranma said, cupping her hands together. “What’s your favorite?”
"R-rocky road," the vendor said. "Though they all have their good sides."
Heh. Well then. Ranma stepped back and made a big show out of adjusting her collar and fanning herself down. "So hot today," Ranma said. "Soooo hot!" Then popped open the top couple of buttons on her shirt and leaned over. "Isn't it hot out?"
One nervous gulp later, and the poor ice creams server was putty in her hands. “W-what’s your name?”
That was new. Most of the time they never bothered to ask for Ranma’s name. Too busy looking at her chest most of the time. Which the vendor was doing, certainly, but the sight of Ranma's cleavage only seemed to spur on their attention rather than distract it.
"Oh me? I’m Ran..." Ranma tittered. Ah, wait, better not use a real name here... "Ranko. I'm Ranko. Teehee!"
"Here you go then, Ranko!" the vendor handed her an ice cream cone. "On the house. Free of charge." A little wink followed, “And something a little extra for a cutie like you.”
Hook line and sinker. Just like always! Heh. It paid to be cute. Ranma even made a show of giving a long and seductive couple of licks to the ice cream before strutting off - then the second she was around the corner wolfing it down like the greedy bitch she was.
"Ooh! Brain freeze! Brain freeze!" Ranma yelped, clutching the side of her head. Then she coughed up a slip of paper out of nowhere. "Huh? What's this?"
<i>A little something if you want to get to know me better:
03-5555-3456
<3, Emiko.</i>
A phone number!? Huh! None of the guys she'd flirted with ever had the balls to do something like that! "Maybe girls are a bit more forward like that?" Ranma mused. Not finding it odd that she'd picked a girl vendor to hit on. Why would it be? She was actually a guy, right?
For some reason Ranma didn’t wonder why the female ice cream vendor had responded so positively to a cute girl flirting. As it turned out, Mariko had bought some ice cream from there earlier in the day.
"Man, that Mariko chick was really cute!" a familiar voice said with great enthusiasm.
"Yes Sayuri, I get it already... She's going to be making a special appearance in your next work," another familiar voice said with rather less enthusiasm.
"Not just her! A certain other pair will be appearing as cheerleaders in a steamy locker room- Oh hello there Ranma!"
Sure enough. It was Akane’s friends, Yuka and Sayuri. Ranma didn’t interact with them a whole lot, but knowing them was inevitable since Akane part of both sets of social circles. “Wow Ranma, you look different today!” Sayuri said.
Ranma quickly pocketed the note, taking a moment to take stock of her outfit. “Really? Don’t see what’s so different.”
"We~ell, be that as it ma~ay!" Sayuri said, twirling around and grinning at Ranma like the cat about to pounce on the canary. "Your hair's not in a pigtail today! That's so strange seeing you like that."
"It does look kinda cute," Yuka admitted. "Also, you seem weirdly more feminine today. The way you're standing, little body language cues... You're getting a lot better at pretending to be a girl."
"Thanks? I guess?" Ranma blushed, but then she remembered a little fact hot water would introduce "Hey, wait a second! What about me is girly?"
At which point Sayuri ran her finger along Ranma's exposed neckline. Oh. Right. She hadn't actually buttoned that back up, had she? Ranma quickly did so.
"Aha!" Sayuri yelled. "Time was you wouldn't care about that sort of thing! You'd flash those puppies in public for all to see and then Akane would give you such a righteous pounding!"
Guh! "Well, maybe I learned a thing or two from those poundings!" Ranma huffed. "Don't do that, Akane doesn't hit me."
The two girls in front of her were trying a little too hard not to laugh for Ranma's liking. It was as if she'd said something extremely funny to both of them. Like, say for example, the idea of Ranma Saotome learning something not to do with fighting!
"I'll have you know, I can learn plenty of stuff pretty well!" Ranma sternly said to them. "I can learn to act like a chick faster than Akane can learn to be cute, that's for damn sure!"
"I don't know," Yuka said. "Right now she's learning how to be a cheerleader from a really cute girl called Mariko."
Huh? Huh?! What?! Akane was with Mariko right now?! Ohhhhh, that sneaky bitch. How dare she try and keep Akane for herself! She was Ranma’s fiance!
As Ranma stomped off, Yuka gave a really long and tired look at Sayuri. "What does that face mean?" she asked.
"It means I'm committing the jealous expression Ranma made to memory for later use," Sayuri explained. "That's the look of a boy turned into a girl getting jealous of her girl hanging out with another girl. I must cherish that treasure. Hoard it like a dragon."
“You read too many comics. There’s no way there’s some lesbian love triangle going on.” Yuka said.
Yuka was right, of course. There would be no real competition over each girls heart. There would rather be a very happy cheerleader and her C-U-T-E cheer-harem.
- Ranma arrives to join the training.
- By the time Ranma gets there, training is over already.
- Ukyo is following Ranma. That sudden kiss really rattled her.
- Kuno barges into the Tendo house to ask Nabiki about what he just witnessed.
- Something else
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