“Which you must use before dawn,” Soun added. “For we have discovered that if you do not separate your bodies by then, you will be stuck together like this forever.”
“What?!" Akane yelled.
From his kneeling position behind her on the ground, Ranma raised his fist threateningly. “You said you know the fix? What is it?”
“It is quite simple, really,” Genma told them. “All that is necessary is that the student defeat the master. In this case, given which pills you each swallowed, all that means is that Akane must defeat you, Ranma.”
“As if ...” He jerked to the side as Akane's elbow jabbed back, barely missing his gut. “Hey, watch it tomboy!”
“Just let me hit you, jerk!” she growled. Twisting around so they were face to face she tried to punch him in the head, but he dodged.
“Hold ... still ...” Akane demanded, throwing more punches. Each one missed somehow.
“I can't help it,” Ranma replied. “It's instinct to dodge.” More hits missed, even when aimed directly for his torso, as he twisted around so that he was behind Akane again.
“What do you mean?” Akane asked, trying to kick backward at him. “I hit you all the time.”
“That's only when I deserve it,” Ranma told her smugly. “You know, if I've shot my mouth off or something. When we're sparring and stuff, you never come close.”
“
“Uh...” He looked at her warily. Deciding she really did mean it, he tentatively said, “You're uncute, and your cooking tastes like shit.”
Akane scowled. Those sentiments were so commonly voiced that she felt only the barest spark of ire. Although the cooking comment would probably have gotten more reaction if she actually had just cooked something. “Is that the best you can do?” she asked.
“I ...” He gazed down at her narrowed eyes in the middle of her cute face. It just felt too weird to have her asking him to insult her. Finally he tried, “I'd really rather be engaged to Ukyo, since she's cuter and a better cook.”
Ranma's life passed before his eyes as Akane's own eyes widened, a glow visible in their depths. Her arm came out of nowhere, the open hand slapping across his cheek with such force that they both spun around. Ranma, dazed, tried to shake the cobwebs out of his head.
Akane tried to push away from him but failed. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, she pummeled his body with her fists.
“Ow! Ow! Enough!” he shouted, grabbing her wrists. He tried pushing their bodies apart himself, also failing.
“Why isn't it working?” Akane cried out, frustrated.
“I ... I don't know,” her father said. “The scroll only said that the student had to defeat the master.”
“What exactly did it say?” asked an annoyed Ranma.
Soun thought. “That the student must best the master.”
“That's all?” Ranma puzzled over this. “That doesn't necessarily refer to fighting.”
Genma shrugged. “Since the pills are intended for martial artists, that seemed the obvious interpretation. I suppose it could mean that the student must prove himself the master's superior in some martial arts technique. If that's the case, then the situation here is hopeless.”
“Hey!” Akane yelled, kicking the man. Her intention was to launch him into orbit, but her aim was off. Instead she kicked his testicles hard enough to lift him a meter into the air. Genma collapsed, wheezing, his fingers and toes curling and uncurling, and his eyes protruding from his face.
Ranma scratched his head, and chose his words carefully. “All the same, if you're not supposed to best me in a fight, I got no idea what it is you are supposed to do. And apparently we got to figure it out by ... dawn, you said?”
Soun nodded. “The deadline is twenty-four hours after the pills were swallowed. Which your father said occurred shortly before dawn.” Thinking for a moment, he sighed and said, “I suppose the only thing to do is to continue looking through the other scrolls, to see if we can find any other information.”
Both Ranma and Akane nodded. “We're coming with you,” Akane announced. “If we have that sort of time limit, then that's more important than staying at school for what's left of the afternoon.”
Hours later, they'd finished going through the dojo's hoard of scrolls, having found nothing. They were dusty, dirty, sweaty and tired, many of the scrolls having been covered in cobwebs and other detritus for years. Reluctantly, they put everything away, then headed inside to answer Kasumi's call for dinner.
The oldest sister frowned at the sight of them, but said nothing as she served the food. Once again Ranma and Akane adopted the position with both of them kneeling, Akane between Ranma's legs and her back to his front. Dinner was eaten with few words being exchanged.
After dinner, Kasumi gave the young couple a look pinning them both in place. She seemed to be wrestling with herself, then said - with a measure of reluctance - “Akane, Ranma. Please take a bath before attending to your homework.”
Akane looked up at her sister, wide-eyed. “B-But, we can't! We're ...” she waved her arm around, as if the remainder of her sentence should be obvious.
Ranma looked frightened, but kept his mouth shut.
Kasumi sighed, before her features tightened in resolution. “I am aware of the difficulty,” she told them, her voice containing sympathy but also determination. “However, it appears that the two of you may remain stuck like this. Even if a solution is eventually found, it may take some time. You cannot go without bathing all that time, and right now you are more than a little ... filthy. There is also the point that you are to be husband and wife one day, so this would happen eventually. I really see no other choice.”
The two fathers were both smiling. “Quite right,” Soun affirmed. “Hear, hear,” was Genma's contribution. Amazingly, they both refrained from any more exuberant response, content to quietly cheer Kasumi on.
“Maybe we could just ... rinse ourselves down with a hose?” Ranma suggested.
Kasumi's frown became
“Couldn't we ...?” tried Akane.
The tiniest shake of her head was all the older girl needed to stop her younger sister in her tracks. With a whimper of resignation, and a death glare at the two fathers, Akane and Ranma climbed to their feet and shuffled down the hallway toward the furoba.
Splashing Ranma to turn her into a girl, Akane had Ranma remove her clothes first. Then with difficulty Akane stripped out of her own begrimed garments, dumping everything into the laundry hamper. She insisted on turning around again, so that she was facing Ranma's back, although she had not counted on how much Ranma would get to see during the gyrations to achieve this position. Picking up a couple of towels and their personal baskets of bath supplies, they headed into the inner bathing room.
It turned out that all of her attempts to preserve her modesty proved pointless. In order to wash all parts of their bodies, it was necessary to change positions several times, as one could not easily wash the places where they were pressed together. At the end they were facing, so that each could wrap their arms around the other to wash the other person's back. They also found that it was easier to help wash the other person's hair. The fact that Ranma had an excellent view of Akane's boobs in this position, not to mention vice versa, was something which simply had to be tolerated.
Not to mention that each of them found themselves becoming quite horny under these administrations.
Finally dumping buckets of cold water over their heads to rinse off, Ranma stood up, holding Akane's legs up for easier walking by placing her hands under Akane's ass and upper thighs. Carefully of the wet floor, she minced her way over to the furo, then stepped in and quickly sat down with Akane straddling his lap and still facing him.
What neither had counted on was the consequences of this position given Ranma's anatomical changes at that moment, and the fact he was already aroused. As Akane sat upon him, Ranma's cock made a perfect bull's-eye and slid balls deep into Akane's cunt.
Akane's eyes shot wide, and her mouth opened with a gasp. Ranma's lightning reflexes were just fast enough to cover her mouth with a hand and muffle the shriek of pain Akane let off. She tried to jump away from him, which obviously didn't work and nearly dumped them lengthwise into the water. However, Ranma managed to get his other arm around her back and prevented this as well. He held her close to his body, hugging her panting form, as she tried to recover some sense of equilibrium.
“You ... idiot!” Akane gasped, trying but failing to lift off of him, due to the way their bodies were forced together. All she succeeded in doing was moving upward along his length, and then dropping down fully upon it once again. Accompanied by another wince of pain.
Ranma was relieved to notice a lack of evidence in the water, and pointed this out. “At least there doesn't seem to be any blood for us to explain away.”
Akane snarled. “That's the least of our concerns, don't you think?” She looked down. “I lost ... that bit of ... tissue a couple of years ago, while training. But it still bloody hurt! A lot! And we weren't supposed to do this until our wedding night!”
“So, uh, does that mean you do want to marry me?” Ranma asked.
“That's not the point!” Akane ground out. Seeing the look of extreme worry on his face, she relented slightly. “I dunno. Maybe. If you ever get the balls to ask me yourself. And you mean it. But can we focus on what we do now?”
Ranma noticed she was making no further effort to get off of him, unsure whether she thought the attempt wouldn't work, was now pointless, or would simply be too painful. Privately he thought disconnecting themselves down there would be even more difficult than immediately after their joining, as he was sure that he had grown much harder and longer in the intervening moments.
Ranma looked her in the eyes. “So should we try to get you off of me, that part of me?” He cracked a grin. “Before one of us gets off?”
After punching him, Akane looked down. “It's ... my first time. We may not have intended it, but ... I always expected it to be special. You think you could maybe stop with the stupid ass comments and we could ... try?”
Ranma reached out to place his fingers under her chin, trying to lift her eyes to look at him. She refused though, keeping her face down. He sighed. “Yeah. We can try. I'll try. I don't think this is the place though. Too likely someone will come looking. And if we stay in the furo we'll leave evidence.”
Akane now looked up, her expression clearly conveying surprise that he was being serious and not teasing or insulting her. “Where then?” she asked.
Ranma shrugged. “Your bedroom, I guess. They know we've got to stay together, whether we're doing homework, sleeping, or anything else. We can't keep 'em from eavesdropping, but we can barricade the door and cover the window. As long as we keep quiet, they might not know.”
Akane nodded and Ranma stood, his shaft still stuffed deeply inside her. Working together they managed to dry off completely, then faced the prospect of putting something on. Finally they decided they could slip into a couple of yukata easily enough, and the robes should hide the connection between their nether regions sufficiently.
On exiting the changing room, holding Akane in front of him with her legs wrapped around him, Ranma turned right instead of left toward the living area. Akane looked at him questioningly, but he held a finger in front of his lips. Stepping out the back door Ranma crouched and then leaped smoothly up onto the second floor balcony. Slipping inside they made their way down the hall and into Akane's bedroom before anyone saw them.
The door was quickly locked behind them. After which, they stacked a dresser, wardrobe, and Akane's box of weights in front of the door. They closed the curtains, then pulled the bedspread off of the bed and hung that over the window as well. At that they looked at each other, both wondering if they were really going to go through with this.
Not that they weren't already. Ranma in particular was surprised that he hadn't softened at all while they were going through these maneuvers. And both were very aware of the degree to which he'd been slipping back and forth inside of her as they moved around. But now, very slowly, they approached the bed.
Carefully, Ranma lay Akane down on the bed with himself on top of her. He was obliged by the magic binding them to keep his body pressed firmly against hers so that he couldn't lift up. Slowly he began pumping his hips, pushing the iron rod of his manhood in and out of her hot molten core. The feeling was exquisite, although he was having a little trouble not crushing his new lover, given the way he could not lift himself off of her without awkwardly pulling her up off of the bed's surface as well.
“Ranma,” Akane called his name breathily. “This is starting to feel pretty good. But ... you're just a bit heavy on top of me. Do you think we could try rolling over, and let me lay on top?”
Ranma nearly smacked himself for not thinking of the possibility himself. Quickly giving his assent, the pair rolled to the side and then slid back toward the middle, Akane now stretched out on top of him with her legs to either side of his.
Although she still couldn't lift herself off of him, the young woman found that this position gave her a lot more control. She began writhing her own hips, making his hardness slide within her, finding the ways to make this affect her clit so as to send electrical waves of pleasure coursing through her nerves.
It wasn't easy, but Ranma managed to get a calloused thumb on one of her nipples, the other fingers of that hand gently stroking her breast. His other hand reached down and squeezed her ass rhythmically, trying to help suggest his own idea of the best speed to move.
Both were now panting slightly, eyes half closed, teeth nipping at their lips. Perspiration glistened on their skin. Their bodies were rocking back and forth, necessarily in sync where they were attached. Akane was helplessly voicing little meeps of pleasure with each downward thrust she made, while Ranma struggled to keep his groans and the bedspring's squeaks from becoming loud enough to reach the ears of anyone else.
Suddenly Akane was exclaiming, “Oh! Oh! Ohh!” in a rising crescendo. Ranma quickly pressed his lips to hers in an attempt to silence her. She screamed quietly into his mouth as her body spasmed. A moment later Ranma was trying to restrain his own cries as he slammed his hips upward, and filled Akane's core with his hot seed. He held his back arched rigidly for several seconds, then collapsed back to the bed exhausted.
“Wow!” Akane said, just above a whisper. “Such pretty stars!”
She looked down. “Ranma?” she asked questioningly. She shook him. “Ranma?” she asked again. “Don't tell me you fell asleep? What kind of big, strong never-give-in fighter are you supposed to be?”
Then Akane blinked. They were still joined below, but Ranma was lying on the bed while she was holding herself up above him, hands pressed to the mattress and arms straight. Tentatively, she disengaged with a wince, and lifted her body free. “Huh,” she remarked to herself with a smirk. “Guess I bested him after all.”
Then she kicked him, and he finally opened his eyes. “Whaaa...?” he complained. Then his eyes opened wider. “We're not stuck together?”
“Nope.” Akane grinned. “But only you and I know that. What say we make the most of everyone else's ignorance?”
With that she lay down beside him, and pecked him on the nose with her lips. Wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft and giving it a few strokes, she soon had it standing proud again, and ready for more action.
The End
Nice conclusion, I can see an Omake ending where Ranma has a nightmare about how 'she' would have had to get free of Happosai if his original plan had worked. ^_^
ReplyDeleteYou really worked on this chapter. You showed us a lot of other details, not only the sex ones. I wanst' expecting things to end the way it ended, which is good. But by the way things started, I was expecting at least one scene with female Ranma and Akane.
ReplyDeleteGood job!