Author's note: Ah, it's another new fic by me, JeremyGU. I'm going three-wide with this one, as I'll be publishing this alongside both Chill Pill and Ranma-baby. While Ranma-baby is fairly serious in tone, this one's going to come out a bit more slapstick because of the character interactions. You'll see.
I come up with fanfic ideas through different means, and this one came out of a thought that hit me one day: what if, when Akane walked in on Ranma the first time he was male, her reaction was 'Jackpot!' This is another alternate-universe fic, and one character is different: Akane. In the original series, she despises boys and everything that has to do with them. In this story, she doesn't hate them at all. In fact, she's... well... she's kinda what the American Indians would call a 'bear with wide cavern.'
This chapter, and probably most in this fic, contain limes, and this one in particular very nearly hits lemon status. (I just couldn't get the point across without some description.) So, if you're easily offended, a.k.a. you never get laid and have a stick in your ass about it, this one might not be for you.
One other thing: In this fic, Akane is bisexual. Please don't take Akane's... friendliness... to mean that I think that all bisexual people sleep around. I've known enough personally to know otherwise. When I first started writing this, I considered making a gag where Akane would literally beg girl-Ranma to change back, almost like a crackhead needing a fix. Then, I decided that the idea sucked. Rather, it would be handy for Ranma to be her dream date, being the only person she'd ever seen that could satisfy all of her needs. Then I had another idea: what if Akane tried to settle the whole multiple-fiancée mess by trying to entice the other girls into a three-way? And no, this isn't going to become a harem fic; just because Akane's bisexual doesn't mean that the others are. You can expect her advances to be met with a humorous level of disgust by the other girls.
The standard disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½ or any of these characters. They were created by Rumiko Takahashi and owned by a bunch of guys in suits. If I owned it, you'd be able to watch it on any television anywhere it's been translated to.
"Ha!" Kuno yelled, making a strike with his bokken.
Akane jumped sideways, bouncing off of a tree. "You missed," she said coyly, before jumping back toward him, swinging her own bokken. He dodged, but as he went to swing again, he found himself thrown down on his back, Akane on top of him. Grinning, she slid her hands over his chest, leaning close to him.
"Kami, you feel so good, Kuno-sempai," she whispered. She put her lips to his, digging for his tongue with her own. She pulled back, sliding off but lying against him, running a hand along his thigh.
"Kuno, we've been on a dozen dates. When am I going to get to see more skin that what shows from your school uniform? I only once saw your bare chest, and when you realized I was there, you ran off!"
"Akane Tendo, I keep telling you. It is not a night of passion that I seek with you, but an entire future. It is your hand in marriage that I battle you for."
"That doesn't mean we can't sleep together!"
Kuno turned his nose. "While I understand your strong attraction, it would not be becoming of me as a gentleman to lie with you before we are married."
Akane sat up, her shoulders slumping. "Under no circumstances?"
Kuno looked hopeful. "Surely what we have means enough to you that some day..."
"Give me a call when you change your mind on the sex part," she muttered, standing and hurrying away. She found Nabiki waiting at the gate. Her sister gave her a smirk. "Still not getting anywhere?" she asked. Akane shook her head.
"Doesn't look like I'm going to, either. He's waiting for marriage, and Okinawa will freeze before I'd even consider marrying him. His body is amazing, but I couldn't put up with his personality. It takes every ounce of patience I have to listen to him for only five minutes."
"Like you'd ever get married, Akane, miss three-dates-a-night."
Akane pointed at her. "Hey... it's not like that. I do want to get married, but they have to be the right type. None of those guys who mob me are good enough."
"Hasn't stopped you from sleeping with them..."
Akane looked aloof. "I've only had sex with six of them, and they needed to take me out a few times to get that far. I do make them work a little."
"So what's it going to take to get you to accept a guy's ring?"
"It doesn't have to be a guy, you know that. I've been with more girls than guys."
Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Okay, then... what's it going to take to get you to get married? To anybody?"
"Oh, that's easy. A powerful martial artist who knows that they're good, but doesn't talk like some displaced samurai... like Kuno does. Good looks would be pretty important, too."
Nabiki chuckled, shaking her head.
"Fiancée?"
The three sisters looked at their father. He lowered the postcard he was reading. "Yes," he said. "His father and I go way back. He's lived his life training in the arts. For the past few months, they've trained in China."
"Ooh, China!" Nabiki said, impressed.
Akane turned to look at her. "Uh uh," she said. "World traveled martial artist? He's mine. I will fight you for him."
Kasumi rolled her eyes. The two of them arguing over a guy was nothing new. "Just let him choose," she said, slightly exasperated. Besides, there was always the possibility that he was an older guy... just her type. Maybe she wanted a man for once.
Nabiki and Akane looked at one another for a moment, before jumping up and racing out of the room, their pounding footsteps going upstairs, where a flurry of motion was audible through the ceiling. Kasumi shook her head, knowing exactly what they were doing: dressing to impress. After a few minutes of relative quiet, the sound of feet thumping down the steps announced the return of one of them. It was Nabiki, dressed smartly in a dress kimono, a neat application of makeup on her face and a ribbon adorning her hair. "What do you think?" she asked.
"It's lovely," Kasumi said sweetly, secretly wondering if she should try harder herself. The sound of hurrying footsteps announced Akane's return. She sauntered in, clad in an impossibly short pair of jean shorts and a top that seemed to stop short everywhere it could. Nabiki rolled her eyes. "What if he's not into sluts?" she drawled. Akane stuck her tongue out.
Just then, the bell rang. "That must be them now!" Soun said in excitement. He raced toward the entrance, with Nabiki in tow. Akane waited at the doorway... she knew he'd see her soon enough. No sense in seeming too eager. Kasumi also waited. A moment later, they heard a frightened cry from Nabiki, who raced back to them, with Soun behind her. A second later, a panda lumbered around the corner, carrying a redheaded teenager. It set the teen down.
Soun stared for a moment, before pointing to the child. "You wouldn't happen to be..."
The teen looked down. "I'm Ranma Saotome. Sorry about all this."
"Ooh, he is cute!" Nabiki said. Akane licked her lips, thinking the same thing. Soun sprang forward and embraced the redhead. "Finally," he said, "after all this time..." He stopped suddenly, pulling back, a horrified look crossing his face. Confused, Nabiki leaned close, before poking a suspicious lump on the redhead's chest. "Ranma's not a guy!" she said. "She's a girl!"
Soun dropped like a rock.
Kasumi and Akane knelt by their unconscious father. It didn't look like he'd awaken easily, and since he had a habit of blacking out under stress, they knew that they'd better move him. Each grabbed an arm, and the helpful panda grabbed his legs. They took him into the washitsu, laying him on the table. Everyone sat around him.
Nabiki looked at Akane. "Well, sis," she said. "You're the only one of us who's interested in girls, so... she's all yours." Akane grinned, looking Ranma up and down. She definitely liked what she could see. Ranma blushed slightly.
Akane tugged on her arm. "Hi, Ranma, I'm Akane," she said. "Want to go somewhere and talk?" The girl looked hesitant, but nodded, standing and following as Akane led her out of the room. They walked toward the dojo.
As soon as they entered, Akane turned to face the girl. "You studied Kenpō, right?" she asked. Ranma nodded. Akane continued. "How about little match, then?" she asked. "I'd love to see how good you are." She stepped back, taking a stance. Ranma shrugged and squared off with her.
After a second, Akane struck... and missed. She struck again. Ranma dodged effortlessly, and Akane was impressed. Fighting power was a turn-on for her; usually, she beat the guys at school and had to throw herself on them to get a feel. She'd always hoped for a guy to pin her, but even trying to fake poor fighting skills, she couldn't manage to lower herself enough for one of the guys to win. Ranma, though... this curvy girl could probably benchpress her.
A particular mood started to overcome her.
Visions of Ranma knocking her down started to filer through her mind, and she struggled to keep her head clear enough to keep attacking. She swung a high kick, but Ranma simply jumped straight up, evading with no difficulty. Akane smirked. "Okay," she said. "Let's see how you handle this!" With a shout, she made a leg sweep, while jumping up to strike. Ranma jumped as Akane put her fist through the wall, sailing over Akane's head to land behind her. She tapped her on the back of the head.
Akane stared, while Ranma broke into giggles. After a second, Akane was overcome with giggles herself. Recovering, she looked at Ranma. "You're incredible," she said.
"Thanks."
Akane looked at her seductively. "So... have you ever been with a girl before?"
Ranma reddened. "Uh... no, I haven't, actually."
"Do you want to?"
Ranma's blushed deepened. She looked away. "Well... yeah..."
She barely finished the word before Akane leaned in, putting her lips to the girl's. Ranma was momentarily shocked, but recovered quickly enough to enjoy the kiss for what it was. Akane pulled back, grinning. "Don't worry," she said, sauntering past. "We'll have more time to play later. I'll see if you can room with me." She left, wiggling her hips slightly as she walked. Ranma stared, thoroughly enjoying the view.
What a welcome that had been...
Ranma lay in the furo, now male and contemplating. "How do I tell them?" he wondered aloud. He was actually starting to like the girl that had kissed him earlier. It was the farthest he'd ever gone with a girl, and it had been pretty incredible. To think he'd been mad at his father earlier. But... how would she take the news that he was... a he? Was she interested in guys, too? His mind wandered back to their kiss, as arousal started to take hold of him. He'd never given girls much thought, but this one... He absentmindedly spread his legs as the thoughts of her started to churn his hormones into a frenzy.
Akane walked into the furoba. Looking at the hamper, she saw Ranma's clothes. She smiled. "Ranma's in the furo?" she said with delight. Moving quickly, she rushed to strip her own clothes off. What better way to take things to the next level than to catch the girl naked? Sometimes, life just gives one the perfect opportunity.
Inside, Ranma nodded. "Well," he muttered. "I guess I'll just to go out like I am." He stood.
Outside, Akane reached for the door. "This'll be a nice view," she said to herself, sliding the door open.
At the sound of the door, Ranma looked up, and they both instantly caught sight of one another. Akane's eyes widened. It wasn't every day that a naked guy showed up in her house. In fact, it had never happened once, despite her wishing for the contrary. She had no idea where this boy had come from, but he was gorgeous. She eyed him from head to toe, liking what she saw. A cute face, perfectly chiseled muscles, and... she eyed a certain part of his anatomy... very well endowed. Just standing there... naked.
'Jackpot!' she thought.
She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She walked up to the boy, who, embarrassed, quickly sat down in the water. She knelt at the side of the furo, reaching into the water and slipping her hand around a certain part of his anatomy. "Hi, stranger," she said with a smile. "Where'd you come from? I'm Akane. What's your name?"
"Ah..." He stumbled, but there wasn't anything else he could say. "Ranma."
Akane stroked him under the water. "Huh," she said. "Are you related to the girl Ranma who just came here earlier?" Ranma nodded, struggling to think as the sensation her hand was causing threatened to derail his train of thought. "Well, actually..." he said slowly, "I... am the Ranma who came earlier."
Akane was confused enough to let go of him, which he instantly disliked. She scratched her head. "How could you be that girl?" she asked, looking at him curiously. Ranma sighed, rising and sitting on the edge of the furo. Akane's eyes locked onto his playthings, which were now right at eye level. Noticing her gaze, he blushed a deep crimson, quickly covering himself with his hands.
"I'm cursed," he explained. "My pop took me training to this training ground in China, called Jusenkyo. It's a bunch of little springs. If you fall in one, you're cursed by it. You turn into whatever drowned in that spring. Pop fell in, too... into the spring of drowned panda."
Akane's mouth dropped open. "That panda was..." she stammered. Ranma nodded. Akane was still confused, however. "Okay, so were you born a boy or a girl?" she pressed.
"Boy."
"So... how are you a boy now, and not cursed?"
"The curse triggers with water. Cold water makes me a girl; warm water turns me back into a guy. We got rained on earlier, so..."
Akane nodded, as she pondered what he was describing. "Can I see?" she asked. Ranma nodded hesitantly. She grabbed the shower, turned it on cold, and doused him, watching in wonder as he became the redheaded girl she'd met earlier. She blinked once— there was no doubt about it. He'd just transformed into an entirely different person, right in front of her eyes. Turning the tap to hot, she doused the girl, watching as the dark-haired boy returned. She turned off the water, setting the shower down.
"So... let me get this straight," she said. "You're an incredibly talented martial artist, who can change your gender at will, and both your boy and girl sides are incredibly sexy?"
Ranma's blushed returned.
"Jackpot!" she shouted, loud enough to startle him. Rising to sit next to him on the side of the furo, she slid her hands onto his hips, pressing her lips to his. Surprised, he didn't even manage to return the kiss. After a second, she pulled back, a thought crossing her mind. "Hey, wait a minute," she said. "Earlier I asked if you'd ever been with a girl, and you said no."
Ranma nodded. "I haven't," he said quietly.
Akane's eyes widened. "A virgin..." she said in wonder, a grin starting to spread across her face. After a second, she shoved Ranma roughly to the floor. He looked at her in shock, having no clue what she was planning, while she stared back through wild eyes. "What... what are you doing?" he asked, his voice shaky. Akane smiled broadly. "I am going to teach you everything there is to know," she replied, sounding more excited than a kid at a carnival. "This is going to be the greatest thing ever!"
She jumped on him, locking her lips with his. Ranma managed to roll with it, now that he was starting to figure out her tendency for sudden sexual advances. Feeling her tongue darting against his lips, he reciprocated, his shyness quickly getting buried by his sixteen-year-old male hormones.
She broke the kiss, putting her lips to his neck and giving a slow, sucking kiss that made him gasp out loud from the sensation. He'd seen these kinds of things in movies, but he'd never even come close to being in this situation with a girl. Putting another kiss to his neck, Akane started moving down, kissing down his chest, and then his belly. He jumped a little as the kisses tickled, and then looked with surprise as she stopped, her face hovering just a few inches over a very erect part of his anatomy.
"Ah..." he said, his voice barely coming to him. "W... what are you going to..." She grinned up at him one last time, before putting her lips on it, giving it a kiss that sent a bolt of electricity up his spine. He stretched his arms over his head, arching his back and grasping for anything to hold onto. Finding nothing, he finally settled on balling his fists as a means of controlling the intense sensation that was shooting through him.
Akane put her hands on his thighs. His reaction was all that she'd needed to know that she was in safe territory. With a push, she sucked in as much as she could manage, relishing the loud groan that she heard escape his throat.
. . . . . . . . . .
Ranma lay on the floor, panting, as Akane sat back, a slightly weary smile on her face. The boy sat up with some effort, turning his gaze to her. "Akane..." he said breathlessly, "that was so... I've never felt... anything... like that before. That was... unbelievable..." Akane grinned, admiring her handiwork: she'd not only pleased him, but completely blown his mind. Exactly what she'd hoped to do. She reached behind her to grab the shower. "Well," she said, "it's not over yet, you know."
"What else are you going to..." Before Ranma could finish his sentence, a cold blast of water hit him square in the chest, and he found himself a redheaded girl. She jumped from the cold. "Ooh!" she said with a shiver. "Could you give me a little warning next time?" Akane dropped the shower, crawling over to her. Putting her hands on Ranma's shoulders, she gently pushed the redhead to the floor.
"What are you going to do?" Ranma asked, her eyes starting to widen. Akane smirked. "Same thing I did last time," she replied, leaning close and putting her lips to the girl's neck.
Kasumi and Nabiki sat at the table in the washitsu, looking in wonder at their father and the older man sitting next to him. They'd just been given an explanation of the curse.
"You mean..." Nabiki began.
"...you're the panda we saw earlier?" Kasumi finished.
"Yes," Soun replied. "This is my friend..."
"Genma Saotome" Genma said, bowing. "The girl you saw earlier is my son, Ranma. He's a dark-haired boy, about my height, when he's not in his cursed form. I'm not sure where he's gotten to..."
Nabiki smirked. "He went in the furo, and considering that Akane's missing as well, I think we can assume that she went in there and found him. Believe me, if she found a random guy in the furo, and he was good-looking, she'd think he was a birthday present or something. It might be a couple of hours before they surface for air."
Just then, the shoji opened, and Akane and Ranma, now male, walked in. Ranma looked slightly woozy, still recovering from the head rush given to him by the events of the last hour. Akane walked over to the table, pulling Ranma down to sit next to her. Nabiki eyeballed the boy. "So, this is your true form," Nabiki said, amused. "Your father was just explaining how your curse works."
Akane put her arms around his neck, nuzzling against him, causing him to blush. "I hope you're not getting any ideas," she said in the direction of her sisters. "He is all mine." Nabiki laughed, shaking her head. "A martial artist who can be a guy or girl at will?" she said. "Nah, Akane. I wouldn't deny you your dream man. He was made for you."
Kasumi smiled. "So, Ranma... how did you come to train at the cursed training grounds in the first place?"
For the first time, Ranma snapped out of his sex-trance, his eyes narrowing. "The old man brought me. In some crazy way, he thought it was a good idea. Turns out, he has the intelligence of a brick." Genma reached into his pocket, pulling out a pamphlet and tossing it on the table. "I read about it in this guidebook," he said simply. Akane squinted at the book, releasing her grip on Ranma. "This is in Chinese," she said. "Can you read Chinese?"
"Take a guess," Ranma said, sounding more than a bit irritated.
The older Tendo sisters looked miffed. "That was incredibly irresponsible," Kasumi admonished. Nabiki was equally irritated. "You're lucky that the effects weren't worse," she said. "You could've done some real damage."
"Whaddaya call my turning into a girl?" Ranma said in surprise.
"Heaven," Akane replied.
Genma shook his head. "The path of a martial artist is fraught with peril," he said plainly.
Ranma turned his gaze on him. "It don't count as peril when it's your own stupid fault," he retorted.
Genma looked at his son, turning angry. "Ranma," he said, grabbing Ranma by the shirt. "You sound like... a girl!" With a toss, he sent Ranma flying completely over the engawa and out into the koi pond outside. Ranma, a girl, surfaced, jumping out. Genma walked to the door. "Were you not prepared to lay your life on the line for the art?" he yelled. Ranma sent him flying into the koi pond with a kick. "My life is one thing!" she shouted. "My manhood is another story!"
Akane rose, hurrying over to Ranma and putting her hands on the redhead's shoulders. Turning to see her, Ranma softened. Akane gave her a slow kiss, putting her hands on either side of Ranma's head. Breaking the kiss, she took Ranma's hand. "Want to go talk?" she suggested. "Maybe you'll feel better." Ranma watched her panda father struggle to get out of the koi pond for a moment, before nodding and following Akane.
Outside, Akane sat in the doorway of the dojo, patting the floor next to her. Ranma sat. Akane took her hand. "You're pretty mad at your father for what he did, huh?"
Ranma nodded. "I hate this curse," she replied.
"Don't."
"Huh?"
Akane gave her a warm smile. "It has to be inconvenient, I know. I was already thinking about how easy it must be to trigger your curse. But... for me, anyway, it's the greatest thing ever. I'm bisexual. If I'm monogamous, I'm stuck only getting half of what I enjoy for the rest of my life. You're an answer to my prayers." She released Ranma's hand, sliding her hand up to caress Ranma's shoulder. "I will do my very best to make sure you enjoy every second of it, just like earlier."
Ranma reddened, remembering their time in the furoba. Putting her hands on Ranma's shoulders, Akane put her lips to Ranma's, bringing her in for a slow kiss. Ranma broke the kiss, holding her hands up. "Careful," she said. "I'm still all wet, remember."
Akane sat back. "So? I don't mind."
"Yeah, well... maybe I ought to get cleaned up now, anyway. Being dripping wet doesn't exactly lend itself to... you know... good moods..."
Akane grinned. "Who says?" She rose, stepping to the side and plucking the garden hose that hung on the wall. As soon as Ranma had warned her not to get too close, she was reminded of something— she'd thrown her clothes back on without any underwear, and her white shirt afforded her the perfect opportunity to cheer Ranma up with a little show. Besides... she never passed up an opportunity to be an exhibitionist.
Planting herself in front of Ranma, she turned the hose on, holding it up to douse her front. Ranma watched, wide-eyed, as the water splashed down her shirt, instantly giving full view of what was underneath. She'd heard of wet tee-shirt contests, but had never seen such a sight before now. A drop of blood started to form at the corner of her nose.
Akane gave her a seductive smile. "You like, Ranma?" she asked, swaying her hips and sending water droplets flying from the hems of her shorts. Ranma blinked, her mind trying to process what she was staring at. With a giggle, Akane turned around, holding the hose up again to let the water douse down her back. Ranma's eyes fixed on her rear, as she started to hyperventilate. Her brain was closing in on sensory overload. Finally, the sight of Akane's shorts clinging to her curves, the water dripping and glistening on her thighs, became just too much for the inexperienced teen to bear. Stars filling her vision, she dropped backwards, landing on the dojo floor with a thud.
Akane spun around, concerned, and knelt by the girl. The smile on Ranma's lips told her that she had nothing to worry about, and Akane giggled at her shyness. She gave her a splash on the face from the hose, which zapped the redhead back to reality. As Ranma sat up, Akane tossed the hose aside and straddled her, putting her wet breasts directly in front of the girl's face. Ranma stared at the view, feeling the pressure against her hips. Her nosebleed started to return.
Akane smiled. "You know what I'd like to do?" she asked. Ranma, dazed, shook her head slowly. Akane continued. "I would like to get out of these wet clothes, get you out of yours, change you back into a guy, and take you upstairs." She gave Ranma a slow kiss, before looking into her eyes. "How would you like to lose your virginity tonight, Ranma?"
Ranma blushed a deep crimson. Akane had done plenty already, but what she was suggesting now was... Akane stood, taking Ranma's hand and giving it a tug. The redhead stood, a bit shaky. Her emotions were a mixture of intense nervousness and bubbling excitement. Akane smiled broadly, pulling Ranma toward the house.
"Let's go, then," she said softly, leading the way.
A/N: You like it? Drop me a review and tell me what you think. I already know that it moves a bit fast. I've been working on my descriptions and using more adjectives, but frankly, I'm no lemon writer and my attempts to make the descriptions better definitely weren't working out.
Stay tuned for the next chapter!