Story: Bridal Training

 

Akane sat on a thick tatami mat, her breathing slow and rhythmic. She wore a thin, silk robe that barely clung to her shoulders, the fabric sliding against her skin with every slight movement. Beside her, Ukyo leaned in, her own attire equally minimal. The chef's eyes were glazed with a soft, shimmering devotion, her posture a complete departure from the boyish slouch she had worn for years.

"Mother said we must be completely synchronized," Ukyo whispered, her voice a velvety purr. "If we are to share him, we must first know how to satisfy each other. It is the only way to ensure there is no jealousy, only shared pleasure."

Akane smiled, her face cast in a serene, beatific expression that would have terrified Ranma if he saw it. He'd be certain she was up to something that he wanted nothing to do with. Probably planning on making dinner. "I want to feel everything you feel, Ukyo. I want us to be one mind, one body, for his sake."

Ukyo leaned forward, her lips meeting Akane's in a slow, deliberate press. Their tongues collided, sliding against one another in a wet, rhythmic dance. Akane moaned into Ukyo's mouth, her hands reaching out to grip the chef's waist, pulling her closer until their breasts pressed together, the nipples hardening through the thin silk.

"Mmmm... What's that taste?" Akane asked. "Is that honey?"

"Heh, I may have been trying out a new recipe~" Ukyo giggled, and then the two of them resumed.

Ukyo's hand slid down, bypassing the waist to find the heat between Akane's thighs. She didn't hesitate, sliding her fingers beneath the silk robe. The friction of the fabric against Akane's sensitive skin elicited a sharp gasp. Ukyo found the drenched folds of Akane's pussy, the petals already swollen and weeping with anticipation. As Ukyo's middle finger pushed inside, a loud, wet squelch echoed in the room.

"Oh... god," Akane whimpered, her head tossing back, exposing the pale line of her throat, which Ukyo immediately and ruthlessly attacked. At the same time, her hands went under Akane's robes to explore what lay beneath.

"Does it feel good, Akane? Does it feel like the training Mother wanted?" Ukyo asked, her voice strained with her own rising heat.

"Yes... yes! More... please, more!" Akane pleaded, her hips bucking upward, trying to swallow Ukyo's hand whole.

Ukyo shifted her position, sliding her other hand up to capture one of Akane's breasts, kneading the soft flesh and pinching the nipple sharply. Akane screamed, a raw, guttural sound of pleasure that vibrated through the dojo. Akane's internal muscles clamped down hard on the fingers, milking them with a desperate, pulsing intensity. With a final, violent shudder, Akane peaked, her body stiffening as she flooded Ukyo's hand with a warm, pulsing gush of fluid.

As Akane collapsed back onto the mat, panting and drenched, the front door of the house slid open with a sharp clatter.

"Hey! Akane! I'm back from the store!" 

The two girls quickly adjusted. Ukyo first, as she was in a better position to do so. She pulled Akane to her feet, and then stood in front of her in a battle posture, as if the two of them had been training, managing just in time before Ranma opened up the door to the training hall.

"Hey you two!" Ranma called out. Oblivious to what they'd been doing. Still, he sniffed the air. "Phew, you two working up a sweat, huh?"

As blunt as ever. Even so, the two girls couldn't help but swoon a little at their soon to be husband. In truth though, the truly remarkable part about all of this was that their attraction to him had not been increased in any way by Nodoka's hypnosis. All that had happened instead was that their desire for him was allowed to be freed, unrestrained, so that they could properly share him without shame or fear or regret.

Though they had a funny feeling that the boy himself was still too insecure to accept such a relationship yet. He was already blushing and looking away, for their attire was rather more revealing than he had been expecting.

"Do you have any pointers?" Akane asked, her voice adopting the tone of one who has just recently visited heaven and come back down to Earth. "Please, do watch us closely~"

"N-Nah, I'm sure you girls have it all in hand!" Ranma nervously laughed.

"Come on, Ranchan!" Ukyo teased. "What's the matter? Can't stand to watch two pretty girls fight?"

She knew him too well. Knew his buttons, knew where to press - and only partly due to Nodoka's training. In truth, she'd known Ranma quite well ten years ago, and they'd fallen back into their pattern of friendship as easily as putting on a pair of comfy shoes.

Ranma shifted his weight, his sandals scuffing against the polished wood of the dojo floor. He kept his gaze fixed firmly on a knot in the timber, refusing to look directly at the two girls. Honestly, it was really cute how he was pretending not to be affected by the two of them.

"I'm tellin' you, I don't need to judge anything," Ranma stammered, his voice cracking slightly. "You two are plenty strong. Just... go at it. I'll be over here.

"So modest, Ranchan," Ukyo purred. "And here we were, hoping for the expert opinion of the best martial artist in the house. Don't you want to see if we've actually improved our coordination?"

Akane glided forward, her movements devoid of the usual clumsy urgency. There was a grace to her now, a slow, deliberate flow that felt predatory in its serenity. She stopped just inches from him, the heat radiating off her body, making him even more nervous.

"Don't you want to help me improve?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "Please, Ranma. It would mean so much to me if you could tell us if we're doing it right."

"I mean, since you asked so nicely!" Ranma said, or rather, half said and half laughed. It sounded at least a little like he was trying to keep his soul from escaping his body. "Ahem! A-Alright girls, let's see... what... you... have?"

He trailed off entirely because Akane had turned around and was walking back towards Ukyo, sliding her hands down her sides, moving her hips in a way he hadn't seen from her before. Feminine, girly, it was so totally unlike her that it acted upon his brain the same way that tossing sand into an engine did.

As much as Ranma made fun of Akane's figure fairly constantly, it is worth noting - she actually does have a pretty nice figure. Any time Ranma had been making fun of her it was because of two things: His girl form had a genuinely better body, and her behaviour was typically not especially girlish, at least where he was involved.

So it always, always breaks his brain a little bit when she goes full girl on him. No mean temper, no grabbing the wrong end of the stick, no fearsome determination to do the thing she's set out to do. Just.. an ordinary cute girl.

"Kya!"

Who threw a punch that sent wind whipping by his face when Ukyo blocked it. His erection became even more intense. Why? The answer to that is easy. The contrast caught him. He could take it if Akane was full uncute tomboy. He could kinda endure it if she was being all cute and girly. If she suddenly went from one mode to the other, directing the latter in a different direction than himself?

Hot. 

"Is that all you got?" Ukyo yelled, leaning forward awkwardly, and - that was a lot of cleavage he was seeing there! Guh! Usually Ucchan didn't get him the same way Akane did. Usually, he tried to pretend Ukyo was a boy. A friend, a buddy, a pal - who actually wanted to marry him, but hey, they could work by that, right?

But the thing is, Ukyo is also very very cute. 

Ranma stood like a statue, his feet glued to the polished cedar of the dojo floor. He tried to maintain a critical eye, the gaze of a master assessing his pupils, but his focus fractured every time the silk of their robes shifted. The air in the room felt heavy, thick with the scent of ozone from their movement and a lingering, cloying sweetness that clung to Ukyo like a second skin.

"Well?" Ukyo asked, sliding into a low crouch. She arched her back, the movement pulling her minimal attire taut across her chest. "Does our coordination look improved, Ranchan? Or are you too distracted by the scenery?"

"I ain't distracted!" Ranma barked, though his voice jumped an octave. He crossed his arms, trying to hide the tremor in his hands. "Your footwork is sloppy. You're leaning too far into the strike. It's a rookie mistake."

He gulped nervously, perhaps excessively, then turned on his heels.

"I get what this is!" he said. "The two of you are making fun of me! Well, I'm not staying here to be made fun of! Good day!"

Do note that he was walking rather stiffly because he had a tentpole in his trousers that needed to be attended to pronto. Both girls watched him leaving, eyes glued to his glutes.

"Hrm... Probably not too much longer, eh?" Akane mused.

"Probably not," Ukyo giggled. "Let's see what Mother has to say~"