Cause: 10
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Envious?
The thing I wonder about sex is, can you ever get it just right? I thought she was going too fast for me, So I told her to slow down a little. The machinegun bump and grind came to a stop, and now it's too slow. Not that slow, I say. Now she's going too fast again. I didn't bother opening my mouth again, for fear that there was no way that even I could think of the correct pace. If you get laid, can it be done just right? I look back and I know I can do better than that.
Next time I get some, I want it to be so perfectly syncronized, that I look back and think job well done, think medalworthy, think spot-on aricraft carrier landing. Right now, all I can think of is clumsy, spontanious act of passion, and no other classsification will do. How was I to know that all this would turn out with me looking down and seeing the length and girth of my manhood enveloped by feminine folds? She's above me, rides like on horsback, moans in extacy, and I'm content to grab her ass as she does her thing. Up and down, giddiyap, let's go.
Together.
Apart.
Together.
Apart.
Sex is the only thing that hasn't changed in a billion years, but isn't boring yet. What makes this fact worse is that sex just the same fucking thing over and over and over and over again. Up. down. In. Out. Together. Apart. Persistant, redundant, but never dull. Or at least not when you lean up, and slather your tounge across a suple, round breast and tufted nipple. The long moans becoming punctuated 'Ooo-ooo-ooo's, between the lips of a mouth that can't close quick enough for the next barrage of pleasure. My hand reaches to her back, and I can run my hand across her soft skin and slick, hot sweat. All this is being expressed in the worlds most primal poety consisting of but a few bittersweet words.
"Oh, Fuck! Nooooo...Oooooo. Oh God, Yes."
I'm embellishing this too much, I'll move on. Jump back to before all this.
Suffice to say, it is all her faut. Akane, that is. That's how I wanted to look at it at the time, at least. After a few minutes together, now she's naked, and I'm strutting my boxers. Our smooth skins are the color of the diminished sun, and glowing moon. I stroked my hands through her short hair, and put one of my legs over hers. From top to bottom I could feel all of her goosebumps melt away into smooth feminine skin that gave a pale glow, as soft on the eyes as it was to the touch. I was not ready right then to do the deed with Akane, but it was all I could think about.
Right now my biological level is like wait for it. GO! No, give it just a moment. Hold. Now! Stop!
What am I doing?
How did it come to this?
This is it.
There's no turning back.
I just want my life to be normal, honest to holy heaven, I don't want the curse or the fiances, or the trouble, what I want is something normal, and this; sitting here quiet, next to Akane, this is the closest I have come in a long while. Peace and normality
Give me normality.
I hope normality is a word.
The fact that I was right there, that there was no way out of what I had done was coursing through my mind as I walked down the road in the night. After my little debauchery with Akane I still had one thing to do that night. demostrate that I knew French-bread fuu. I get to the Kuno residence and all I can think about it Akane. Swirling in my mind are images of her hair, her eyes, her face. It's what's on my mind when I get to the Kuno gate, and there on the ground, bagguete bread and letter. It's a tiny fold-in-half card like the kind you see reserving a seat for people at expensive dinners. I pick it up, expecting to see my name, but in the street light all I saw was an embroidered black rose. I flip it open to read what's inside.
Danger.
She's got my head now, and she's propping herself above me. Akane lifts herself and dangles her girls over my face, before pressing them down on me with one on each side.
"Why don't you use that mouth of yours for something useful, Ranma?"
Mmmfffmfmmmmfmmffmmf.
With a womans breasts on both sides of you face, and your mouth stuck dead center on her cleavage you speak only in Ms and Fs. Hence the term muffled. There's documented cases of men being suffocated in this position, because "Get off me I can't fucking breathe" comes out "mfffmmfmmffmfffmmmfmmfffmfm." That and it wastes precious air.
"What did you say, Ranma?"
Mmmfffmfmmfm-tits kissed? The bitch lifted off me right as I said it. How embarassing. She smiles.
"Feel free, Pervert."
Whatever.
I go to work. Kodachi drops in on me from above. I Jump backwards half-flip and handspring up. She's now in the light of the street-lamp, holding a long loaf and she's all dolled up shinobi style. Black-on-black-on-black. Her face is wrapped in a cloth so that only her purple-grey eyes peirce into the night, and her ponytail is bunched up on the side of her head, with little cloth petals poking out of it so it looks like a blooming black flower.
"Forget something darling?" She holds up the bread loaf. My bread. I thought we had an agreement. No dirty tricks. She tosses the loaf to me, as soon as it's in my hands, she charges and tries to slap a fast one across my head. My bread is up, my chi is extended, and BAM the two loaves collide with enough force to topple ten tents. She looks me square in the eye.
"The situation has changed, Ranma dear."
She doesn't know the half of it. I'm fighting Kodachi and all I can think about is Akane running her fingers through my hair as I gave her tits the ice-cream cone treatment.
"Lived my whole life as a girl, Ranma. Not just bits and pieces as a girl, the whole thing."
I stop swirling my tounge around her nipple, look up and tell her tomboy. She lived her life as a tomboy.
She said she didn't. Well, not all the time, anyway she said. There were the morning battles for her hand in relationships, and she defeated all of them, for their own good as much as hers. There was the Kuno problem, which had nothing to do with any physiological complications, it is all much simpler than that.
You know.
He's an Asshole. Simple.
There was the kendo, which just came naturally to her. After learning the truth about herself oh-so long ago, it was good to have an outlet for the frustration of being a girl and wondering why. Without her mother there to guide and tell her everything is alright in the end, she might have gone a little...
Ballistic?
She stops stroking my hair, and light-fists my forehead.
"Fuck you."
See what I mean?
She grabs me and rolls over on the bed.
How do you feel?
Now I'm on top. She nestles into the bed and props her chest up.
"Get back to work."
I take a swing at her, and she jumps up into the air. Now Kodachi's on the leaning tiled roof of the gate. The moonlight that was, moments ago, shining over and into Akanes belly-button and reflected in her glossy-black hair is now high above Kodachi. Her eys squint.
"Ranma, Dr. Strangelouvre knows."
At that moment I couldn't care less, I wanted to fight and get out of there. All I could think about was how I was going to explain to Akane.
I wasn't thinking straight.
I just did what I felt was natural.
I'm sorry I did it without thinking about the consequences. Our fathers, the dojo, the whole fiance thing we've put up with for so long.
It's not too late.
Let's try to start over.
"He knows that I taught you French Bread-fuu and he is most irate."
I haven't said anything to Kodachi, and I don't plan to. I jump into the air and come down with a hard swing of the bread. She jumps back and the bread comes down and cracks right through a ceramic tile.
She shifts her weight to one side and brings her hands up. Swiftly she reaches out and slides her palms under my boxers.
Hello!
"I always thought you had a cute butt, Ranma."
Oh, gag me.
"Feels nice too."
All this time Akane's been looking at my butt.
Joy. Rapture. Bliss.
"Ranma, you know that..."
And she pauses.
"When I meet the man that I'll love-whoever he may be, I just want him to think of me as a woman. That's simple enough isn't it?"
I stop what I'm doing and look up at her.
"I'm just wondering, Ranma. What do you think about me? hmmm?"
Hmmm.
Akane's un-cute most of the time. She doesn't hold a candle to me in my girl-form. She's got thighs that harken to pick-up truck suspension.
Industrial-strength hips.
"Come on Ranma. Answer me."
No way am I answering this question. I dry off her breasts with my fingers.
Akane looks like a girl at least. It's entirely convincing. You look at her, and you can't help but insist that she is a girl. A model of womanhood. Sure, she may not have all the materials inside, but afterall, it's not what's inside, but what's outside that counts. From the outside, I haven't got any major complaints. She looks like a woman to me. I move my fingers over to where I can feel her heart beating. Feels like one too.
She smiles, then takes a swing at me. The french bread zings right over my head. My ducking gave her an opening and Kodachi lunged forward with a kick. I used my bread to block it, and she hopped backwards off it, and landed. So easy. So spry. Oh, Akane.
"He knows I taught your aquaintance, and that you now know french-bread-fuu. He thus insisted that I was a treatcharous flirt."
I nod. I'm not talking to her, and besides, that's comment is something I'd nod to anyway.
"In response I told him that he was a dirty-sportsman who only defeats those with one silly, obscure martial-art. I told him I prepaired you for a fair fight. Though I would have rather done so in person, Ranma darling."
I smirk. She still doesn't get it. She never will.
"Dr. Strangelouvre still could not be satisfied, Ranma darling. He demmanded some kind of pennance or some such for my having betrayed him, or some such. What an utter ass."
She points the bread at me, looking straight down it, at me.
"He said 'If I defeat Ranma, Kodachi, I want your hand in marriage."
I was shocked. A moment later I felt ill. Even for Kodachi's sake.
Married to a gynecologist?
Could you imagine that? How could you wish him a good day at the office? How could you ask him how his day went when he got home?
Total submission. The worlds most powerful kind of doctor. It's the only proffession where womanizing can be backed up with a doctorate degree. After getting any woman to do anything he tells them, then he would come home and you get to hear about it.
Honey, you wouldn't believe the pussy I saw today!
Married to Strangelouvre?
Not that, not even for Kodachi. No woman deserves that.
"I agreed, Ranma dear. Now You have no choice but to best him. Do you understand. You either best him or you sentance me to submission under that twisted forigner.
I almost said something, but she yelled at me to be quiet.
"I need your total concentration now, Ranma dear. This isn't the time for word. It is a time for action. Prove to me you can defeat him."
She jumped off the roof, and her legs had the same pale color as Akanes. She bounded off the front lawn and into the house. I followed her and jumpedright on to the landing, where the door was slightly ajar.
I placed my fingers at the opening and pushed them inside a little. Akane's breath started to get heavyer and faster.
I think I know how she's feeling.
Take that any way you want.
Suffice to say I know what it should feel like if you use the right moves. Lord knows perverts the world over would love to see my mental notes on female pleasure centers.
This could have been such a perfect moment. This is the moment before the act. Me and she. My gentle working hand and her soft, accepting opening. I started to remark. She was right all along. I became convinced. She had to be a woman. It was the only answer. I looked at her breasts. They're a womans breasts. Her belly, that's a womans belly. What I had my hands on, and this is speaking from prior knowledge, this is 100 womanhood, right?
She put her right hand over mine, and brought the other to my hair. She stroked her fingers into my hair, and onto my ear, and in a soft voice, between the slight panting of pleasure, and under tearing eyes she looked deeply into me and said;
"Well, sort of."
Kodachi had bolted down the hall. Now what?
The Kuno estate is a huge labaryinth of halls, dens, and specialized rooms. Training halls, kitchens, and the most obvious place to find Kodachi, the gymnasium. That's where I guessed she would be. I slowly make my way into the corridor, well lit by ovehead lighting. These are the kind of lights that are so bright and white they'll burn a flashing blue spot into your vision if you stare at them long enough.
Akane.
I'm not looking at her anymore, but I can still see her. She's crying, looking so godammed cute, and trying to calm me down. Her ams around me and her warm, suple body hanging onto me, hanging over me. Fresh and pressed. Warm and crying and cute, oh fuck.
It's all an unignorable blue burn etched in my memory. A moment I can't force myself to forget, and I'm supposed to be focused on combat.
I'm in the gymnasium, and it's empty. The lights are on, and the equipment is ready for use but no Kodachi. Where is she? Can she even hear me?
"I can hear you darling."
Her voice comes from an open door on the other side of the Gym. As I make my way over there, the air becomes warmer, and muggier.
I'm headed into some kind of heat.
"Your weakness is water, darling."
I stop. She knows. Is it even possible? I don't know whether I should be scared or relieved.
"Water is the enemy that nullifies frech-bread fuu technique."
False alarm. I walk back into the heat. Clouds of steam start to condence on my shirt.
"You can only ask a grain to support so much stress after it has been contaminated by moisture. This is the final test that will prove that you have mastered french-bread fuu."
Her voice eccoes down this corridor, and I am locked on to it, bread in hand. I can already feel it start to absorb the surrounding steam.
Pretty soon, I'm in a huge room with a gigantic steaming pool set before me. There in the middle of it is a woman's sillouhette. It's not curved, but straight like Kodachi is wearing a bathing towel, but it's definately her as she holds the bread above her head.
"The bread won't last more than a minute in this steam, darling. I suggest you act quickly."
She's following me. I've left her room. My pant are on, and I've got my shirt. I am leaving, and good God, Akane is following me. She's yelling at me, she's one pace behind, and she is not wearing a thing. We walk by Kasumi.
"Ranma! Stop, Goddammit! So what if I had surgery, I didn't have a choice!"
This is how I learned what really happened to Akane. We walk by Nabiki. You see, when you have Androgen Insesitivity syndrome (AIS, AKA TFM), you don't get a uterus, and there's this big slab of tissue where your vaginia should be. We walk by Happosai, who's too terrified of the goings on to even do a single perverted thing. We walk by Ryoga, the pig.
"Don't walk away from me like you can just throw all this away, you fucking jerk."
It's not her fault that she developed testis as an embryo, but suddenly, BAM, it's my problem, and my problem is Strangelouvre. Because she had to get a Vagina from somewhere, if she ever wanted to have sex that is, Strangelouvre was the one they chose. Strangelouvre was the one behind all of it. All that Akane is or ever will be traces back to a man I hate like head-lice. He's the one who went inside of her. He's the one who made her a woman. That twisted, arrogant french fuck is the asshole I have to fucking thank for making my fiance fuckable? Fuck it.
No way am I having anything to do with Dr. Strangelouvre. If that means losing Akane, so be it. We walk by my dad.
"Ranma, I'm begging you. Please look at me."
We Walk by Mr. Tendo and we're out the door. All I can see is Strangelouvre, All I can think is Strangelouvre. He ruined my life, and he will pay. We're at the gate, and it's open I put my shirt all the way on.
"Ranma, Please. Don't leave me Ranma, I love-."
I turn and slap her across the face. All I heard was love. I could only react, somehow. No one else heard it. Nothing else happened.
Cause and effect.
And life goes on.
How did that make you feel?
She collapsed onto the ground, and rubbed her soft, virgin skin into the dirt. Muddying the ground with her tears.
Looking off into the night, I told her not to catch a cold. I walked away.
The bread was as good as dough. my fingers were beginning to sink into it. The intese heat, and muggy air along with the splashing of the heated bath were wearing my ability to fight thin. Also I couldn't focus. I know I was supposed to be thinking about Strangelouvre, but I couldn't.
Akane. Akane. Akane.
Goddamit, I can't stop thinking about her.
With every swing Kodachi blows aside the rising steam and her eyes pierce through with as much furvor for hating Strangelouvre as I hold. I struck back with my strength, but how can you focus after such a trialing ordeal? She Jumps into the air, and lands poolside, I follow swiftly, and strike a baseball bat swing at her bread.
On impact, the top of her bread came flying off. I quickly recoiled to swing the finishing blow to her head. She blocked with the brunt of her bread, and now the impact knocked my bread tip out. I grabbed it by the middle, and tried a nice dagger thrust. She tried to block it, but her bread broke to pieces. My blow made it through only to turn into gooy mush on Kodachi's towel.
Immediately I threw the dough away, snagged the bread out of her hand, and chucked it aside. I tripped her to her back, ripped the towel off of her, and she screamed. Next thing I know, she's hit me so hard I saw stars, and there I am propped above her. Her eyes are filled with some reall terror, the likes of which I don't think she ever knew before.
I'm back to my sences. So you could say.
I look down at the mess I have made. Broken bread. Torn towel. Naked Kodachi.
That fucking Akane. Not fucking Akane.
I look at Kodachi and I tell her, Strangelouvre won't get the better of us. I told her I wouldn't let him get her too. I told her I'd beat him. Then I collapsed onto her, held her tight, and as I started to feel tears flow from my eyes, I told her to hold me for a little while.
Cause and Effect.
Akane gets Testicular feminization, and I fuck Kodachi Kuno's brains out.
Envious?
Are you?
Don't
Envious?
The thing I wonder about sex is, can you ever get it just right? I thought she was going too fast for me, So I told her to slow down a little. The machinegun bump and grind came to a stop, and now it's too slow. Not that slow, I say. Now she's going too fast again. I didn't bother opening my mouth again, for fear that there was no way that even I could think of the correct pace. If you get laid, can it be done just right? I look back and I know I can do better than that.
Next time I get some, I want it to be so perfectly syncronized, that I look back and think job well done, think medalworthy, think spot-on aricraft carrier landing. Right now, all I can think of is clumsy, spontanious act of passion, and no other classsification will do. How was I to know that all this would turn out with me looking down and seeing the length and girth of my manhood enveloped by feminine folds? She's above me, rides like on horsback, moans in extacy, and I'm content to grab her ass as she does her thing. Up and down, giddiyap, let's go.
Together.
Apart.
Together.
Apart.
Sex is the only thing that hasn't changed in a billion years, but isn't boring yet. What makes this fact worse is that sex just the same fucking thing over and over and over and over again. Up. down. In. Out. Together. Apart. Persistant, redundant, but never dull. Or at least not when you lean up, and slather your tounge across a suple, round breast and tufted nipple. The long moans becoming punctuated 'Ooo-ooo-ooo's, between the lips of a mouth that can't close quick enough for the next barrage of pleasure. My hand reaches to her back, and I can run my hand across her soft skin and slick, hot sweat. All this is being expressed in the worlds most primal poety consisting of but a few bittersweet words.
"Oh, Fuck! Nooooo...Oooooo. Oh God, Yes."
I'm embellishing this too much, I'll move on. Jump back to before all this.
Suffice to say, it is all her faut. Akane, that is. That's how I wanted to look at it at the time, at least. After a few minutes together, now she's naked, and I'm strutting my boxers. Our smooth skins are the color of the diminished sun, and glowing moon. I stroked my hands through her short hair, and put one of my legs over hers. From top to bottom I could feel all of her goosebumps melt away into smooth feminine skin that gave a pale glow, as soft on the eyes as it was to the touch. I was not ready right then to do the deed with Akane, but it was all I could think about.
Right now my biological level is like wait for it. GO! No, give it just a moment. Hold. Now! Stop!
What am I doing?
How did it come to this?
This is it.
There's no turning back.
I just want my life to be normal, honest to holy heaven, I don't want the curse or the fiances, or the trouble, what I want is something normal, and this; sitting here quiet, next to Akane, this is the closest I have come in a long while. Peace and normality
Give me normality.
I hope normality is a word.
The fact that I was right there, that there was no way out of what I had done was coursing through my mind as I walked down the road in the night. After my little debauchery with Akane I still had one thing to do that night. demostrate that I knew French-bread fuu. I get to the Kuno residence and all I can think about it Akane. Swirling in my mind are images of her hair, her eyes, her face. It's what's on my mind when I get to the Kuno gate, and there on the ground, bagguete bread and letter. It's a tiny fold-in-half card like the kind you see reserving a seat for people at expensive dinners. I pick it up, expecting to see my name, but in the street light all I saw was an embroidered black rose. I flip it open to read what's inside.
Danger.
She's got my head now, and she's propping herself above me. Akane lifts herself and dangles her girls over my face, before pressing them down on me with one on each side.
"Why don't you use that mouth of yours for something useful, Ranma?"
Mmmfffmfmmmmfmmffmmf.
With a womans breasts on both sides of you face, and your mouth stuck dead center on her cleavage you speak only in Ms and Fs. Hence the term muffled. There's documented cases of men being suffocated in this position, because "Get off me I can't fucking breathe" comes out "mfffmmfmmffmfffmmmfmmfffmfm." That and it wastes precious air.
"What did you say, Ranma?"
Mmmfffmfmmfm-tits kissed? The bitch lifted off me right as I said it. How embarassing. She smiles.
"Feel free, Pervert."
Whatever.
I go to work. Kodachi drops in on me from above. I Jump backwards half-flip and handspring up. She's now in the light of the street-lamp, holding a long loaf and she's all dolled up shinobi style. Black-on-black-on-black. Her face is wrapped in a cloth so that only her purple-grey eyes peirce into the night, and her ponytail is bunched up on the side of her head, with little cloth petals poking out of it so it looks like a blooming black flower.
"Forget something darling?" She holds up the bread loaf. My bread. I thought we had an agreement. No dirty tricks. She tosses the loaf to me, as soon as it's in my hands, she charges and tries to slap a fast one across my head. My bread is up, my chi is extended, and BAM the two loaves collide with enough force to topple ten tents. She looks me square in the eye.
"The situation has changed, Ranma dear."
She doesn't know the half of it. I'm fighting Kodachi and all I can think about is Akane running her fingers through my hair as I gave her tits the ice-cream cone treatment.
"Lived my whole life as a girl, Ranma. Not just bits and pieces as a girl, the whole thing."
I stop swirling my tounge around her nipple, look up and tell her tomboy. She lived her life as a tomboy.
She said she didn't. Well, not all the time, anyway she said. There were the morning battles for her hand in relationships, and she defeated all of them, for their own good as much as hers. There was the Kuno problem, which had nothing to do with any physiological complications, it is all much simpler than that.
You know.
He's an Asshole. Simple.
There was the kendo, which just came naturally to her. After learning the truth about herself oh-so long ago, it was good to have an outlet for the frustration of being a girl and wondering why. Without her mother there to guide and tell her everything is alright in the end, she might have gone a little...
Ballistic?
She stops stroking my hair, and light-fists my forehead.
"Fuck you."
See what I mean?
She grabs me and rolls over on the bed.
How do you feel?
Now I'm on top. She nestles into the bed and props her chest up.
"Get back to work."
I take a swing at her, and she jumps up into the air. Now Kodachi's on the leaning tiled roof of the gate. The moonlight that was, moments ago, shining over and into Akanes belly-button and reflected in her glossy-black hair is now high above Kodachi. Her eys squint.
"Ranma, Dr. Strangelouvre knows."
At that moment I couldn't care less, I wanted to fight and get out of there. All I could think about was how I was going to explain to Akane.
I wasn't thinking straight.
I just did what I felt was natural.
I'm sorry I did it without thinking about the consequences. Our fathers, the dojo, the whole fiance thing we've put up with for so long.
It's not too late.
Let's try to start over.
"He knows that I taught you French Bread-fuu and he is most irate."
I haven't said anything to Kodachi, and I don't plan to. I jump into the air and come down with a hard swing of the bread. She jumps back and the bread comes down and cracks right through a ceramic tile.
She shifts her weight to one side and brings her hands up. Swiftly she reaches out and slides her palms under my boxers.
Hello!
"I always thought you had a cute butt, Ranma."
Oh, gag me.
"Feels nice too."
All this time Akane's been looking at my butt.
Joy. Rapture. Bliss.
"Ranma, you know that..."
And she pauses.
"When I meet the man that I'll love-whoever he may be, I just want him to think of me as a woman. That's simple enough isn't it?"
I stop what I'm doing and look up at her.
"I'm just wondering, Ranma. What do you think about me? hmmm?"
Hmmm.
Akane's un-cute most of the time. She doesn't hold a candle to me in my girl-form. She's got thighs that harken to pick-up truck suspension.
Industrial-strength hips.
"Come on Ranma. Answer me."
No way am I answering this question. I dry off her breasts with my fingers.
Akane looks like a girl at least. It's entirely convincing. You look at her, and you can't help but insist that she is a girl. A model of womanhood. Sure, she may not have all the materials inside, but afterall, it's not what's inside, but what's outside that counts. From the outside, I haven't got any major complaints. She looks like a woman to me. I move my fingers over to where I can feel her heart beating. Feels like one too.
She smiles, then takes a swing at me. The french bread zings right over my head. My ducking gave her an opening and Kodachi lunged forward with a kick. I used my bread to block it, and she hopped backwards off it, and landed. So easy. So spry. Oh, Akane.
"He knows I taught your aquaintance, and that you now know french-bread-fuu. He thus insisted that I was a treatcharous flirt."
I nod. I'm not talking to her, and besides, that's comment is something I'd nod to anyway.
"In response I told him that he was a dirty-sportsman who only defeats those with one silly, obscure martial-art. I told him I prepaired you for a fair fight. Though I would have rather done so in person, Ranma darling."
I smirk. She still doesn't get it. She never will.
"Dr. Strangelouvre still could not be satisfied, Ranma darling. He demmanded some kind of pennance or some such for my having betrayed him, or some such. What an utter ass."
She points the bread at me, looking straight down it, at me.
"He said 'If I defeat Ranma, Kodachi, I want your hand in marriage."
I was shocked. A moment later I felt ill. Even for Kodachi's sake.
Married to a gynecologist?
Could you imagine that? How could you wish him a good day at the office? How could you ask him how his day went when he got home?
Total submission. The worlds most powerful kind of doctor. It's the only proffession where womanizing can be backed up with a doctorate degree. After getting any woman to do anything he tells them, then he would come home and you get to hear about it.
Honey, you wouldn't believe the pussy I saw today!
Married to Strangelouvre?
Not that, not even for Kodachi. No woman deserves that.
"I agreed, Ranma dear. Now You have no choice but to best him. Do you understand. You either best him or you sentance me to submission under that twisted forigner.
I almost said something, but she yelled at me to be quiet.
"I need your total concentration now, Ranma dear. This isn't the time for word. It is a time for action. Prove to me you can defeat him."
She jumped off the roof, and her legs had the same pale color as Akanes. She bounded off the front lawn and into the house. I followed her and jumpedright on to the landing, where the door was slightly ajar.
I placed my fingers at the opening and pushed them inside a little. Akane's breath started to get heavyer and faster.
I think I know how she's feeling.
Take that any way you want.
Suffice to say I know what it should feel like if you use the right moves. Lord knows perverts the world over would love to see my mental notes on female pleasure centers.
This could have been such a perfect moment. This is the moment before the act. Me and she. My gentle working hand and her soft, accepting opening. I started to remark. She was right all along. I became convinced. She had to be a woman. It was the only answer. I looked at her breasts. They're a womans breasts. Her belly, that's a womans belly. What I had my hands on, and this is speaking from prior knowledge, this is 100 womanhood, right?
She put her right hand over mine, and brought the other to my hair. She stroked her fingers into my hair, and onto my ear, and in a soft voice, between the slight panting of pleasure, and under tearing eyes she looked deeply into me and said;
"Well, sort of."
Kodachi had bolted down the hall. Now what?
The Kuno estate is a huge labaryinth of halls, dens, and specialized rooms. Training halls, kitchens, and the most obvious place to find Kodachi, the gymnasium. That's where I guessed she would be. I slowly make my way into the corridor, well lit by ovehead lighting. These are the kind of lights that are so bright and white they'll burn a flashing blue spot into your vision if you stare at them long enough.
Akane.
I'm not looking at her anymore, but I can still see her. She's crying, looking so godammed cute, and trying to calm me down. Her ams around me and her warm, suple body hanging onto me, hanging over me. Fresh and pressed. Warm and crying and cute, oh fuck.
It's all an unignorable blue burn etched in my memory. A moment I can't force myself to forget, and I'm supposed to be focused on combat.
I'm in the gymnasium, and it's empty. The lights are on, and the equipment is ready for use but no Kodachi. Where is she? Can she even hear me?
"I can hear you darling."
Her voice comes from an open door on the other side of the Gym. As I make my way over there, the air becomes warmer, and muggier.
I'm headed into some kind of heat.
"Your weakness is water, darling."
I stop. She knows. Is it even possible? I don't know whether I should be scared or relieved.
"Water is the enemy that nullifies frech-bread fuu technique."
False alarm. I walk back into the heat. Clouds of steam start to condence on my shirt.
"You can only ask a grain to support so much stress after it has been contaminated by moisture. This is the final test that will prove that you have mastered french-bread fuu."
Her voice eccoes down this corridor, and I am locked on to it, bread in hand. I can already feel it start to absorb the surrounding steam.
Pretty soon, I'm in a huge room with a gigantic steaming pool set before me. There in the middle of it is a woman's sillouhette. It's not curved, but straight like Kodachi is wearing a bathing towel, but it's definately her as she holds the bread above her head.
"The bread won't last more than a minute in this steam, darling. I suggest you act quickly."
She's following me. I've left her room. My pant are on, and I've got my shirt. I am leaving, and good God, Akane is following me. She's yelling at me, she's one pace behind, and she is not wearing a thing. We walk by Kasumi.
"Ranma! Stop, Goddammit! So what if I had surgery, I didn't have a choice!"
This is how I learned what really happened to Akane. We walk by Nabiki. You see, when you have Androgen Insesitivity syndrome (AIS, AKA TFM), you don't get a uterus, and there's this big slab of tissue where your vaginia should be. We walk by Happosai, who's too terrified of the goings on to even do a single perverted thing. We walk by Ryoga, the pig.
"Don't walk away from me like you can just throw all this away, you fucking jerk."
It's not her fault that she developed testis as an embryo, but suddenly, BAM, it's my problem, and my problem is Strangelouvre. Because she had to get a Vagina from somewhere, if she ever wanted to have sex that is, Strangelouvre was the one they chose. Strangelouvre was the one behind all of it. All that Akane is or ever will be traces back to a man I hate like head-lice. He's the one who went inside of her. He's the one who made her a woman. That twisted, arrogant french fuck is the asshole I have to fucking thank for making my fiance fuckable? Fuck it.
No way am I having anything to do with Dr. Strangelouvre. If that means losing Akane, so be it. We walk by my dad.
"Ranma, I'm begging you. Please look at me."
We Walk by Mr. Tendo and we're out the door. All I can see is Strangelouvre, All I can think is Strangelouvre. He ruined my life, and he will pay. We're at the gate, and it's open I put my shirt all the way on.
"Ranma, Please. Don't leave me Ranma, I love-."
I turn and slap her across the face. All I heard was love. I could only react, somehow. No one else heard it. Nothing else happened.
Cause and effect.
And life goes on.
How did that make you feel?
She collapsed onto the ground, and rubbed her soft, virgin skin into the dirt. Muddying the ground with her tears.
Looking off into the night, I told her not to catch a cold. I walked away.
The bread was as good as dough. my fingers were beginning to sink into it. The intese heat, and muggy air along with the splashing of the heated bath were wearing my ability to fight thin. Also I couldn't focus. I know I was supposed to be thinking about Strangelouvre, but I couldn't.
Akane. Akane. Akane.
Goddamit, I can't stop thinking about her.
With every swing Kodachi blows aside the rising steam and her eyes pierce through with as much furvor for hating Strangelouvre as I hold. I struck back with my strength, but how can you focus after such a trialing ordeal? She Jumps into the air, and lands poolside, I follow swiftly, and strike a baseball bat swing at her bread.
On impact, the top of her bread came flying off. I quickly recoiled to swing the finishing blow to her head. She blocked with the brunt of her bread, and now the impact knocked my bread tip out. I grabbed it by the middle, and tried a nice dagger thrust. She tried to block it, but her bread broke to pieces. My blow made it through only to turn into gooy mush on Kodachi's towel.
Immediately I threw the dough away, snagged the bread out of her hand, and chucked it aside. I tripped her to her back, ripped the towel off of her, and she screamed. Next thing I know, she's hit me so hard I saw stars, and there I am propped above her. Her eyes are filled with some reall terror, the likes of which I don't think she ever knew before.
I'm back to my sences. So you could say.
I look down at the mess I have made. Broken bread. Torn towel. Naked Kodachi.
That fucking Akane. Not fucking Akane.
I look at Kodachi and I tell her, Strangelouvre won't get the better of us. I told her I wouldn't let him get her too. I told her I'd beat him. Then I collapsed onto her, held her tight, and as I started to feel tears flow from my eyes, I told her to hold me for a little while.
Cause and Effect.
Akane gets Testicular feminization, and I fuck Kodachi Kuno's brains out.
Envious?
Are you?
Don't