Story: FGI Akane

 

The afternoon sun beat down on the Tendo dojo, casting long, amber shadows across the training hall, an idyllic seeming set of imagery for a place which was anything but calm within. Ranma paced the length of the wooden floor, his pigtail twitching with every jagged step. He looked like a caged animal, his mind spiraling around Nabiki's bet. The photos of his girl-form were a nuclear option, and Nabiki had the trigger.

"Stupid, greedy, money-grubbing witch," Ranma muttered, kicking a stray training dummy. "Who the hell does she think she is? A kiss? Just like that? Akane would probably punch my teeth out before I even got close."

Nearby, the sentient manifestation of his original penis - currently a curvaceous, busty girl with a mischievous glint in her eyes-lounged on a bench. She was wearing one of Ranma's shirts, and not a damn thing else, her gaze locked onto the door leading to the gardens where Akane was currently sweeping.

"Oh, stop whining," the penis-girl purred. "You're just scared. You've spent ages pretending you don't want to devour that tomboy. But look at me! I'm the living embodiment of your deepest, dirtiest urges, and I'm telling you: she's practically screaming for it. Give it to her. You both want it. Trust me. Trust the dick!"

Ranma glared at her, his face flushing a deep crimson. "Shut up! You're just... you're just a piece of my body that got a whole separate curse! You don't represent anything!"

"I represent your sex drive, stupid!" she laughed, standing up and stretching, causing her breasts to strain against the fabric of the shirt, and the bottom of it to ride up a fair bit higher than it probably ought. "I can feel it. The tension between you two is so thick I could carve it with a knife. And besides," she added, licking her lips, "I'm starving. I haven't had a taste of Akane in hours."

Promptly after saying that, a towel slammed into the girl's face. But she didn't stop laughing. She knew she was right, and for once in all of reality, a boy was absolutely doing his best to ignore what his dick was telling him.

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Meanwhile, just outside the Tendo compound, Tsubasa sat cross-legged in the shadows of a large hedge, the FGI Supervisor badge humming in his palm. He stared at the glowing interface, a predatory smile playing on his lips. He could feel the psychic threads connecting him to Akane and the others. The "incentives" he'd established were working perfectly.

"Come on, Agent Tendo," Tsubasa whispered, his fingers dancing across the badge's surface. "Your inhibitions are just walls waiting to be knocked down. Let's give you a little push. A little... hormonal surge."

He dialed the "Libido" slider for Akane up to maximum. Let's see what this does, shall we?

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In the garden, Akane stopped sweeping. A sudden, violent wave of heat crashed over her, starting in the pit of her stomach and radiating outward to her extremities. Her breath hitched, turning shallow and ragged. The scent of the air changed; suddenly, the smell of old wood and summer grass was replaced by a pungent, masculine musk that seemed to emanate from the dojo.

"What is... what's happening?" Akane gasped, leaning against the broom. Her thighs felt heavy, her underwear suddenly damp and clinging to her skin. A pulsing ache settled deep in her clitoris, a demand for friction that made her knees tremble. "I feel... I feel like I'm on fire. C-Come on, are you for real? Why now all of a sudden?"

She didn't realize she was walking toward the dojo until she was already stepping onto the polished floor. Her eyes were glazed, her pupils dilated. When she saw Ranma, she didn't see the idiot she argued with on a daily basis; rather, she saw a lean, muscular silhouette that promised relief. Go on. Go for it. He's a total hunk, and you know damn well he'll fuck you into a coma if you can only get him to cut loose.

"Ranma," she breathed, her voice sounding foreign to her own ears-low, needy, and dripping with desire. Go ahead, girl. Use the badge. Use it. Use it. Get laid, get laid, get laid you need it you want it you crave it, you -

Ranma jumped, nearly tripping over his own feet. "Akane! Uh, hey! You're... you're looking at me weird. Why are you looking at me like that? It's a really uncute expression, you should really use that elsewhere!"

Meanwhile, the penis-girl didn't waste a second. She blurred across the room, sliding between them and wrapping her arms around Akane's waist, pulling the girl's back flush against her own breasts.

"See? I told you!" the penis-girl cheered, nipping at Akane's earlobe. "The tomboy is in heat! Look at her. She's practically leaking through her clothes."

Ranma stood frozen, his own heart hammering against his ribs. The sight of Akane-flushed, panting, and leaning into the embrace of his own disembodied junk-sent a surge of blood rushing south. The "new" penis Akane had designed for him snapped to full attention, straining against the fabric of his gi.

But then, his old, typical instincts flared up and he turned away, crossed his arms and turned his nose up.

"Ah, shut up!" Ranma yelled. "As if that tomboy would ever get like that!" Which meant, to his mind, that Akane wouldn't suddenly go weak at the knees for no good reason. She's got way too much willpower for that, but -

"Y-You idiot, what are you trying to say about me?" Akane yelled, her anger overtaking her arousal.

It's true, really. Ranma does make fun of Akane, but he does acknowledge certain truths about her. She's a decent athlete, easily outstrips most of the people that she knows in terms of speed and strength and stamina. The idea that she'd be suddenly in 'need dick in me now' mode sat ill inside of Ranma's head. He couldn't even begin to imagine her behaving in such a way.

However... his expression of that idea could have used some rephrasing. As ever, Ranma Saotome had thoroughly put his foot in his mouth. Which is impressive, because if he'd phrased that just a little bit differently, he could be getting laid right about now.

"I'll show you what I can get like!" Akane said, tweaking his ear while her breathing was shallow and her thighs were aching to wrap around something manly, preferably the waist of this boy right here. Honestly though, channelling her arousal into her anger was probably the best thing for her in the immediate future... but then again, the badge was thrumming away in her pocket, waiting to be used.

In the shadows of the garden, Tsubasa smirked. This was only the beginning. The "training" for Agent Tendo was going to be very, very thorough. He adjusted his dress, checked the badge's settings, and began planning the next step. After all, a Supervisor's work was never done.