Hello everybody! I just wanted to say a few words. Yeah. Quarantine has sent me down a rabbit hole into the Ranmaverse, and I need to get my ideas out. Think of this as a new episode per chapter, where things from previous chapters might be picked up, but they are not connected. In the following, Ranma is mostly in his female form, but I have decided to keep his male pronouns whenever I am talking from his perspective. So don't be confused by the switching of pronouns! Have fun reading! Please leave a like or a review, I will probably keep writing a few more, but I'd love to hear your input. Enjoy!
The Cookie of Primal Love
It was a regular morning at the Tendo residence. Kasumi had woken up early to prepare breakfast, Soun was reading the morning paper, Nabiki and Akane were getting ready for school and Genma and Ranma were still snoring soundly on their futons. Akane had tried twice to wake Ranma, but to no avail. She felt a flicker of irritation, having to go through the same ordeal every morning, and made her way to the bathroom to fill a bucket with water to wake Ranma up with. She hesitated for a moment, old words of Ranma's echoing in her head.
„Do you ever get tired of being angry all the time?"
He had said those words shortly after Genma and Ranma had come to live with the Tendos, but Akane had taken them to heart, and thought about it from time to time. She had a short temper, she had always been aware of it, but before Ranma had said those words, it had never bothered her. Even after he had said them, she thought her temper and fits of rage were a symbol of strength.
But lately, she realized, her temper had made situations difficult. She owned up to the fact that it had often been the reason that Ranma and her fought over some silly misunderstanding, and that things could be resolved easily if she had just a tiny little bit more patience. This realization was also the reason why she hadn't malleted Ranma into a new dimension after what had happened in the hot spring at Ryugenzawa. After all, she had initiated the whole thing. Even though she still thought he was a pervert, she didn't want to fight, especially because they were heading home and she didn't want her family sensing anything about their...encounter. A rosy blush rose to her cheeks.
Lost in thought, she filled the bucket with cold water and walked over to her fiance's room. She stood in the doorway and looked at the bucket in her hand, and then at Ranma, who was sleeping like a child, a white tank top and boxer shorts, half of his body on the futon, the other half splayed out on the floor. Genma, who always slept in panda form because it was cozy and he never felt cold during the night, was just waking up and let out a deep yawn that almost turned into a growl. He sluggishly walked past Akane, waving a „Good morning" sign. Akane had given up wondering where and how he kept those signs. She just said „Good morning, Mr. Saotome" and let him walk through the door.
She grabbed the handle of the bucket a little tighter and walked over to her sleeping fiance. She put the bucket on the floor and kneeled beside him, slightly shaking him by the shoulder.
„Ranma, wake up, we're going to be late for school."
No reaction.
She cleared her throat and spoke a little louder, shaking him with more vigor.
„Ranma, get up! I'm not gonna wait for you any longer!"
„Akane, please.."
„Wha..?" She stopped shaking him and just sat there looking at his face. His eyes were closed, but he was mumbling something.
„That cookie is black...I will die..."
Akane wondered what he was dreaming of. A black cookie? Maybe one of Shampoo's special love potions?
„...wonder you didn't burn the whole house down.."
No potions. A burnt cookie. It was beginning to dawn on her. Breathe, Akane, no violent outbursts.
„...not my fault you can't cook for the life of you, tomboy"
Splash!
„Ranma, you jerk!"
„HEY, what'ya do that for?"
A dripping wet Ranma-chan was laying on the futon.
„Even in your dreams you are an arrogant, insensitive...! Hmph, I'm leaving!"
„What the hell are you talking about? Hey! I'm talking to you!"
Akane was already out of the room. Ranma went after her, only to be met with the door. With his head against the wood, he wondered what had made her angry this time. He had no answer. In my dreams?, he thought, questioning. He couldn't remember his dream. He shrugged it off and hurried to get ready for school.
They both didn't speak a word on their way to school. Not that they had any time to, anyway. They were running, Akane on the street and Ranma, now again in his male form, on the fence next to her. He was trying to find a way to talk to her without infuriating her even more, but he didn't know how, so he just stayed quiet. Suddenly he heard a very familiar sound, a sound that he dreaded, for he knew what was to come. It was the sound of a bicycle bell. Before he could react, his face already hit the floor, Shampoo atop of him.
„Nihao, Airen!"
She jumped off her bike and, with the speed of light, wrapped her arms around him in a headlock of love, trying to reach his lips for a kiss.
Ranma, half knocked out and struggling to breathe under her grip, vainly tried to pull away,
„Ranma go on date with Shampoo today?"
She smiled her sweetest smile.
„S-sorry Shampoo, b-but I g-gotta go to school n-now." Ranma stammered, still trying to get away.
„Airen never go on date with Shampoo. Kitchen destroyer no let you go out?" She shot a cold stare at Akane, who was getting tired of the same old scenario.
„Oh don't worry Ranma, I won't hold you back. You can go on as many dates as you want, I couldn't care less!" Akane exclaimed, progressively louder. After Ranma's dream that morning, the words kitchen destroyer stung a a little more than usual. „I'm gonna go now, see you at school!" She left off running. Stupid, insensitive idiot, she thought.
„So, Ranma come on date with Shampoo?! Aiyah, where we go first?"
She hugged Ranma even tighter.
„Shampoo... if you keep strangling me...I won't go anywhere...ever again..."
She gasped, and let go immediately. „Aiyah, Airen all blue!"
Ranma, now able to use his full lung capacity, quickly caught his breath again and jumped up onto a nearby roof.
„Sorry Shampoo, but I really gotta go! See ya!"
He roof-hopped his way to school, leaving Shampoo on the street.
She frowned. It wasn't the first time he let her down like this, but it still annoyed her. It wouldn't make her stop trying, though. Her conviction about Ranmas fear of Akane being the culprit in her many failed attempts to woo Ranma was too strong. Shampoo could take Akane out easily, but she knew that Ranma would resent her for it. For some reason he wanted to protect her, but Shampoo rejected the thought of there being more than fear he felt towards Akane. So she kept trying again and again.
She picked up her bike, finished her delivery and rode back to the Cat Café.
Back in the kitchen, she saw Cologne crouched over a book as big as herself. It was Shampoos favorite, a thousand year old Amazon reference book, containing all kinds of spells, potions and pressure points. Shampoo was not allowed around the book alone, as Cologne knew that her frivolous great-granddaughter would use it irresponsibly and possibly hurt or even kill herself or somebody else. But Shampoo was excited nonetheless, since it meant that Cologne was plotting another way to make Ranma confess his love for Shampoo.
„Great-Grandmother find a way for Ranma to say he love Shampoo?"
„Ah, Shampoo, it's good that you're here. I've found something that could do the trick, yes, but we have to do it in such a way that Ranma will cooperate."
Shampoo's eyes were gleaming. She looked at the page that the old amazon was reading.
„Potion of Primal Love? What that mean?"
„Well, my dear, how do I say this.."
Cologne looked around to see if Mousse was eavesdropping somewhere. When she was certain that they were alone, she continued:
„Potion of Primal Love, as it says here, is just another way of saying Potion of Lust. If somebody were to take it, they would develop an unbearable desire for the first person of the opposite gender they look at. The only exception would be the person's parents and siblings. Our primal instincts go against mating with our direct family. However, siblings can be considered a threat, meaning that the person could be aggressive and even violent towards them."
„So you saying if Ranma take this potion he want to make passionate love to Shampoo?"
„Yes, correct."
„Aiyaah, great-grandmother, you allow this?!" Shampoo asked surprisedly, unable to hide her excitement.
„I will allow it, so that this wedding can finally take place and we can take my son-in-law back to our village."
And only because we have to be quick before it's too late, Cologne thought. Her 300-year-experience had taught her enough to see when somebody was in love, and she could see, without a doubt, that Ranma had a thing for his other fiancée. However, she kept pushing the wedding between Shampoo and him - her amazon honor weighed too much on her.
„How we do this?"
„Well, my son-in-law is no idiot, we cannot just put it in his ramen. We have tried this trick one too many times for him to fall for it again. If we do it, we have to put it in such a way that he won't be suspicious about it. The best thing would be to make something that you can eat of as well. Maybe dumplings, but it would be difficult to keep them apart. We don't want anyone else to eat them by accident."
Shampoo began to think, going through all kinds of meals in her mind. Sushi? But it would be rather difficult to hide the potion in. A drink? But if he insisted she drink it first, it would backfire. It had to be something she could portion. And then the idea struck her: „Cookies!", she said. „Shampoo make cookies. We can decorate with different patterns and make a special pattern for potion-cookie!"
„That could work, but you have to make sure he eats it. It would be best if you gave him a few normal ones before giving him the potion cookie."
„Yes, great-grandmother! Tonight Ranma fall in love with Shampoo!"
Shampoo was over the moon. Finally she would make Ranma want her. She couldn't wait, and went to work immediately, already planning what to wear for this very special night. She giggled. I won't be wearing it for long, she thought.
Everything was going smoothly at the Tendo Dojo. Kasumi was setting the dinner table, Soun and Genma were on their everlasting game of Shogi, Nabiki was in her room looking through photos of Ranma she had taken to sell to Kuno. Akane was letting the frustrations of the day out by smashing some bricks at the training hall, while Ranma sat in the living room watching TV.
Some time later, they all sat down to eat their dinner.
„Ranma", Nabiki began, „you've really been slacking lately. I need new material."
„And what exactly have I been slacking with, huh?" Of course, he knew the answer. „All your pictures are boring. I need more, more passion."
„I'm not taking pictures for you to sell to that bonehead Kuno."
„Why not? I think you could contribute a little to this house's income, considering you and your dad live here for free and your fiancées and rivals regularly destroy our property."
She had a point, but Nabiki's original motive was obviously her own benefit.
As if Nabiki had tried to summon her, Shampoo came crushing through the wall next to the Koi pond, a plate in her hand.
„Nihao, everyone! Ranma! I bake delicious cookies for you!"
Ranma and Akane both raised their eyebrows. It had suddenly struck Ranma: he remembered his dream. Akane had tried to feed him burnt cookies, and he had tried to get away. He now understood that he must've spoken in his sleep, and that Akane had heard it. He glimpsed at her quickly, then looked back at Shampoo.
„Uhm, th-thanks Shampoo, but I just had dinner, I'm full."
„You can eat as dessert! Just try one!"
„A-are you sure this is not s-some kind of trick again?"
„No! I bake just for you, but here, look!"
She took a bite of a cookie with a spiral pattern. They all had different patterns, dots, lines, triangles. One had little hearts on it.
Shampoo had forgotten her great-grandmother's advice of giving Ranma a couple of normal cookies before feeding him the one with the potion. Instead, she took the one with the heart pattern and held it in her beloved's face.
„Here Ranma, this just for you! Heart pattern to show Shampoo's love."
Ranma could feel Akane's battle aura flare up as she was staring at the cookie.
He took it in his hand and inspected it, but it looked normal. A normal cookie. Not burnt.
He thought of his dream and looked at Akane again. Of course, he thought, she's going to freak out if I eat this, because I didn't want to eat her cookies in my dream. In my dream! Can you believe it!
„Um.. Akane, do you want to try it?"
Shampoos eyes widened, but she didn't want to react just yet.
„Huh? Why would I want to try it? You heard her, it's supposed to show her love for you.", Akane snapped, turning her head to the other side.
Phew. Relief. Shampoo took a breath. „Eat, Airen, Shampoo make just for you."
Ranma hesitated, feeling Akane's aura in his neck. „Well", he mumbled, „at least it's not bur-"
„Gimme the damn thing", Akane spouted, snatching the cookie out of Ranma's hands and shoving it into her mouth.
„AIYAAHHH", Shampoo screamed, dropping the cookies and plunging the nearest cushion into Akane's face.
„NO LOOK, NO LOOK AT ANYONE"
„Shampoo, what have you done?"
„Airen, I so sorry", Shampoo started.
She explained the whole thing. How she had made the potion so that Ranma would make love to her. How the potion worked and that Akane should not look at anybody until Shampoo had made the antidote.
„What about Kasumi and Nabiki? Can I look at them?" Akane asked, eyes closed.
„Family yes but is dangerous. All other women can be seen as rivals, and Akane very violent. Is better not to look at them."
„How long will this last?"
„Not sure."
Akane sighed. She remembered whole love bracelet incident, where she had accidently swallowed the lifetime pill. This was only a potion for physical desire, it couldn't last that long.
„I'm going to my room until this wears off."
„Wait, Akane I'll help you."
„Thanks, you jerk, but I'm perfectly capable myself!" she said, and tripped on the stairs.
„Akane.."
„Leave me alone!"
She went into her room. Shampoo decided to go back to the Cat Café and prepare the antidote, the rest of the family continued as usual. Ranma sat there, feeling guilty.
„Son", Soun approached him, throwing his arm around Ranma's shoulder, tears streaming down his face. „This is not the way things should go, but I will allow it. For the sake of the Tendo school of Martial Arts, go up there be a man!" He punched Ranma in the stomach. Genma joined him. „Ranma! Now is the perfect time! Let's do this, she will be all over you!", he cheered, throwing a punch for every word he spoke.
„HEY! Are you two insane? No way I'm going up there! Who would want a machogirl like her anyway?!"
„YOU FOOL!", Genma yelled, throwing Ranma into the pond. „Any man would be happy to be in this situation, a beautiful fiancee, ready for only him!"
„You have lost your damn mind, old man!", Ranma-chan emerged. „I'm not gonna say this again. I. am. not. going. into. Akane's. room. as. a. man. Now leave me the hell alone!"
Ranma made his way up to his room to get some new clothes and take a bath, as he passed Nabiki in the hallway.
„Oh Ranma, ready for a shooting?"
„Wha-..? No! Get off my back, will ya. I really ain't in the mood."
Suddenly, he felt something sticking to his chest and moving. He looked down to see Happosai snuggle between his breasts.
„Get the hell off of me, you old freak!", he threw the old man to the floor. Happosai jumped right back on his feet.
„But Ranma, look I got this just for you. Will you wear it?" He held a bra in his hands.
„Oh, that's cute. The pictures in this would sell in no time.", Nabiki added.
„Come on, Ranma, don't you want to do your old master a favor?" Happosai took a step towards Ranma.
„Yeah Ranma, won't you?", Nabiki joined.
Feeling like a deer in the headlights, Ranma could only think of one thing: escape.
He opened the nearest door he could find and slipped into it, immediately closing it behind him, leaning against it with all his body weight, and locking it. He took a deep breath, and turned around.
Akane was sitting in her bed, looking him directly in the eyes.
Akane had looked up out of reflex. The second Ranma came into the room, a wave of emotion hit her, like a fist to the gut, and she was left breathless for a moment. She could not do anything but stare at Ranma.
A sudden warmth began to emanate from her lower belly. She could not quite classify it, all she knew was that it made her feel restless. Her mind began to race, and she felt like her senses had been heightened. Suddenly, she could smell the mixture of sweat and pond water on Ranma's skin. She could hear Ranma's breath so clearly, it felt like it was right next to her ear. She could feel all her own clothes on her skin, the bedsheets below her touching her legs, her hair tickling the back of her neck, her bra squeezing into her sides. She could still taste the cookie in her mouth, despite it having been over an hour since she had eaten it, and despite having drunk water afterwards. But most importantly, she could see differently. She had this tunnel vision, and nothing but Ranma was in focus. His...well, her red hair, her blue eyes behind dark eyelashes, staring back at her. Her full lips, collarbone, round breasts under a wet, red shirt. She couldn't keep her eyes off.
„A...ka..ne..., I -...are you alright?"
Akane began to breathe loudly. Heavy, long breaths, that could be heard from the back of her throat.
Ranma was startled for a moment, but remembered Shampoo's words: „All other women can be seen as rivals."
And Ranma was a woman right now. He didn't know how to interpret Akane's stare. It was intense, so intense, that he felt as though he couldn't move. He was thinking of ways he could escape, or at least immobilize Akane, in the case that she attacked him. He was quicker than her, so he was not worried about himself, but rather about her clumsy self hurting herself in the process.
Akane's mind was all over the place. The new sensations made it difficult to break through her focus, but she managed to produce a single rational thought: Close your eyes.
She forced her eyelids shut, grimacing, as if she were pressing something out of her head. Her other senses were still more than alert, so she covered her ears with her hands and held her breath.
„Akane, what is it? Are you okay?"
Ranma took a few steps towards her bed.
Akane shook her head, and took a deep breath. She could only hold it for so long. Ranma's scent was even more intense than before. It wasn't just sweat and pond water, now she could smell the soap Ranma had used that morning.
With her eyes closed, her mind calmed down, allowing her to think about what just happened. She turned around on her bed, facing the wall.
„Ranma, you shouldn't be in here."
„I know, Akane, I-, it's just, Nabiki and Happosai were-, I just had to escape."
„And you thought the room with the girl who will either want to kill you or...", she picked at the fabric of her bedsheets, „and you thought here would be the best place to escape to?"
„I didn't think at all, I just went with it. But hey, if ya wanna fight me, I'm not gonna run away."
„Yeah, like you would fight me. You don't even wanna spar with me, let alone fight for real."
Ranma sensed a slight tone of disappointment in her voice.
„And besides, you wouldn't stand a chance anyway, not right now at least."
Ranma's brow twitched a little. This slow, clumsy idiot didn't really think she had a chance against him, the greatest martial artist of his generation, as he saw himself.
Akane could feel Ranma's ki change, simmering, but not flaring up like it would when she usually teased him. He was trying to stay calm.
„So, what's it feel like? D'ya notice anything?"
Oh, boy, did she notice. She noticed every movement Ranma made, his sheer presence was making her tense. Images of Ranma's female body flashed before her eyes, her damp cleavage peeking through the red silk that Happosai had probably unbuttoned.
She shook her head and dismissed the thoughts quickly.
„Yes, I do, it's...weird. I can feel everything, it's like...it's like if I were a lioness, trying to hunt. I can hear, smell, feel everything. You drank green tea before being thrown into the pond, I can almost taste it myself."
Ranma's eyes widened.
„And what about...you know... the ...the purpose of the po..tion...?"
Ranma blushed furiously, hoping that she didn't notice he was more interested in the love part of the potion, and looked to the side. Akane could feel it.
„I don't know", she lied, „I don't want to kill you more than usual."
„Maybe it's ineffective then?"
„I don't think so, I mean, I can feel that something's up, it's just... not what I had expected."
„What do you mean?"
„I didn't feel like hurting you, it's just... like everything's amplified. I notice everything, but I'm not sure if it will make me act out."
„Do you think it's because I'm a girl right now? Maybe my curse makes it less effective?"
„I don't know", she lied again. „Maybe."
Ranma felt relieved. He walked up to Akane's bed and sat down next to her.
„I'll stay here with you. If Happosai finds out about your.. condition, he'll for sure try something."
They both simultaneously shuddered at the thought of Akane lecherously wrapping her arms around Happosai.
„Thank you, Ranma... but... could you do me a favor?"
He smiled nervously. „S-sure, what is it?"
„Can you take a bath? You reek of dirty fish water."
Massive sweatdrop. Ranma squinted at Akane, but complied.
„Fine. I'm gonna leave this door locked and go through the window. Close it immediately, and close the curtains, too. I'll be back in a couple minutes."
Meanwhile, Shampoo had talked to Cologne, and they were working on finding an antidote for the potion. It wasn't easy, and they weren't sure if they had all the ingredients they needed, but Cologne was eager to do what it takes. She sent Shampoo back to the Tendo Dojo to check on everyone, and to tell her future son-in-law to keep an eye on Akane but stay away from her. Shampoo happily made her way.
When everyone told her that Ranma was in Akane's room and they had locked the door, she panicked for a moment, but was calmed down by Nabiki who said he was in his female form anyway. Shampoo quickly jumped on the nearest tree and swiftly moved up to Akane's window.
When Akane heard someone knocking on the window, she thought it was Ranma who wanted to come back inside. She opened the window with her eyes closed, only for Shampoo to storm into the room.
„Airen!"
Akane, perplexed by being shoved to the side, accidently opened her eyes.
„Airen, where are you?"
Akane's ki shot up like a blaze. She could feel her heart beat faster, her ears began to ring as the blood rushed to her head. Her gaze was locked on Shampoo, a deep growl forming in the back of her throat, her hands balled up into fists. Her jaw was so tense, she had to press the words out of her mouth.
„He's not here. What do you want?"
Shampoo felt the change in Akane's aura and knew that anything could set her off. She prepared herself to fight, but didn't say a word, slightly intimidated. She was waiting for Akane to make her first move.
In that moment, Ranma-chan came through the window. Shampoo looked over and suddenly forgot the gravity of the situation.
„Airen!", she chirped, cheerfully skipping towards Ranma's direction.
Akane's mind blacked out. She couldn't see anything but Shampoo's body moving in the air, and in a split second, shot out for a high kick. Bull's eye. She hit Shampoo right in the stomach, knocking the breath out of her lungs. She grabbed her by the collar, and catapulted her out of the window with a roar. Shampoo landed on the grass, hard.
Akane jumped on her window frame so as to go after Shampoo, but Ranma grabbed her from behind.
„Akane! Stop it! You idiot!"
Akane was tossing and turning wildy to get out of Ranma's grip.
„Will you stop?!" Ranma clutched her waist, tucking her arms into her side, but she was incredibly strong.
„I SAID STOP!"
Ranma waited for the right moment, and when he build up enough momentum, he let himself fall back from the window frame, with Akane glued to him. He backflipped mid air, and they both hit the floor face-forward. He knew he'd hurt Akane a little, but there was no way out. In his female form, he was lighter and smaller than her, anyway, so she would be fine.
Akane's face was pressed to the floor, aghast, her eyes wide open.
Ranma was on top of her, breathing heavily, but quickly got a hold of himself. He grabbed Akane's hands and held them tightly behind her back.
„Idiot, are ya tryna get us all killed?!"
„Let me go!"
„I'm not gonna let ya go until you've calmed down."
„I'm gonna kill her!" Akane growled.
Ranma gripped her hands tighter.
„No, you're not goin' anywhere, ya hear, machogirl. I'm not letting ya go until ya snap out of it. What the hell was that, anyway?!"
Akane blinked. The ringing in her ears fell silent again.
„I...don't know. I felt nothing but fury."
„Heh, like that would be new."
Akane was growing irritated. With all the strength she could muster, she rolled to the left, heaving Ranma off of her.
„Will you shut u-..."
She stopped mid sentence. She was sitting up and saw Ranma-chan, lying on the floor. The white tanktop Ranma usually wore was too loose on her female frame, one strap fallen off her shoulder, revealing more than just a little bit of cleavage. Her smooth, naked legs had a few red patches and scratches from the impact on the floor, and her boxers had rolled up, uncovering some of Ranma's behind. Her hair was still wet from the shower, with thin threads of red hanging in her face. The scent of rosy soap was clinging to every inch of her skin, and her breath was heavy, prompting her chest to move up and down.
The warmth in Akane's belly suddenly sparked up again, and radiated through her whole body. Her fingertips and lips began to tingle. She felt the cold hard wood under her thighs, the fabric of her underwear pressing against her skin and her bra rubbing against her bosom, causing it to react. But she didn't feel embarassed, as she usually would. She felt a craving, an appetite, an urge so ardent, she felt like she was burning from the inside out.
„Akane..?"
Ranma realized something was off, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Akane was about 3 feet away, just staring at him. He tried to follow her gaze, and realized her eyes going up and down, studying his body. She was looking at him like a cat would look at her prey. The comparison made him shudder - he really hated cats. Processing everything that had just happened, Ranma sat up, wondering what would happen next. Akane had said she didn't want to kill him when she had looked at him before, but she still wasn't behaving normally. He noticed her staring at his chest, that was barely covered by his top.
Wait a minute. Is she..? What?! She's checking me out?!
Her eyes travelled down along Ranma's legs, then up to his thighs again, and lingered there for a moment.
She's checking me out! Am I making this up?!
He looked down at himself to make sure he was really in his female form.
He didn't know what to do. Shampoo said that the potion only worked on the opposite gender, but he was a girl right now, and yet he felt as if Akane wanted to undress him with her eyes.
Is she..?
He couldn't finish his thought because Akane began to crawl in his direction. Slow, elegant moves, her eyes focused, she came closer.
A cold shiver ran along Ranma's spine. Her cat-like movements made him feel queasy, but he couldn't move. Akane was now right in front of him. She looked into his eyes, as if she was searching for something, longing even, as her face came closer. Ranma gulped.
„Ranma..."
Akane's gaze went over her fiancé's lips, back to the eyes. Ranma's face was pink, her chest flushed, goosebumps on her shoulders. Somewhere, in the back of her head, Akane wondered what she was thinking about, but those thoughts were drowned in her sheer desire. She put a hand on Ranma's thigh. Her skin was warm, and oh, so soft. Ranma backed away a little, but was trying not to make any quick movements.
Akane stopped right before the red head's face. She looked into her eyes once again, trying to find a sign, a green light, that meant she would finally have her thirst quenched. She couldn't find anything, and so, slowly, she lowered her head, and put it in the curve of Ranma's neck, like a cat that rubbed against your leg, she began to purr very lightly. She took in her fiancé's scent, clean, rosy, familiar, exhilarating.
The air was thick, Akane's ki was overflowing, it took over the entire room. Ranma was stuck between anticipation and fear. His cat-phobia was still very much a problem in his life, and his fiancee's demeanor resembled a cat so much, it kicked off his alarm bells. At the same time, however, he was enjoying being this close to Akane, her body against his hot skin set off all sorts of emotions. His thoughts were like a turbulent sea, waves of fear, of excitement, of disappointment (did Akane like girls?) going through him.
All of it was set on standby when she began to plant kisses on his collarbone. Her soft lips began to travel along his shoulder and up his neck, only to go down again, and repeat on the other side. Akane's breath made his skin tickle, her purring, though it had made him feel uneasy earlier, suddenly didn't bother him anymore. He let his head fall back slightly, giving the blue-haired girl more room to play, which she happily accepted. She began to plant kisses on Ranma's jawline, up to his ears, producing that sweet, sweet feeling between tickle and arousal, down again, and then lower, to his chest. The redhead let out a slight groan, barely audible, but loud enough to let Akane know that Ranma liked it.
Akane pushed her fiancé back towards her closet, and pulled down the straps of her shirt, planting kisses along the way. Slowly, she ran her fingertips along the sides of the redhead's bosom, then underneath and back around again. She brushed her fingers over Ranma's breasts, and smiled when she saw how they responded. She cupped her breasts, and began kissing them, growing more and more hungry. She opened her mouth, and slid her tongue from between her fiancé's bust, up to her neck and chin.
Ranma, unable to contain himself, let out a moan. This was too much at once. He knew it was wrong that he enjoyed this, considering the fact that Akane was under the influence of a potion, and considering he was a girl (and she only liked girls probably?)
It was against everything he believed to be right, she probably didn't want him as a male, and he was a male, and he was proud of being one. Akane bit into his nipple, causing him to moan louder. He didn't even want to be a girl, it was a curse, a goddamn curse that made him lose half of his manhood that he was so proud of, and that Akane didn't like. His thoughts raced back and forth, thinking of how on his first day Akane had been so nice to him when he was still a girl, and how she hated him as a guy. Maybe she really just liked girls? But why did she like the way he had touched her at the hot spring? And why did she call him a sex-changing freak? Did she splash him with cold water every morning because she didn't bear seeing him as a man? Akane's hands began to roam all over his body, making him wince under her touch. Why was he enjoying this? He was a man. Sure, he had thought about making out with Akane two, three, maybe five hundred times, more than half of which had happened after Ryugenzawa, and sure, he had touched himself while doing so, even as a girl, but that was just out of curiosity. And in his fantasies he had always been a man, and when he finished, he had always finished as a man, so why was he enjoying this, having Akane kiss and lick and bite his female body?
He took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. Akane was kissing his belly, her hands gliding over his legs, when she saw Ranma look at her. She looked up, cupped Ranma's cheek and placed her lips on his.
Holy shit. Ranma was overwhelmed. Up until this point he had let Akane do whatever she was doing, justifying it with the fact that she could still suddenly see him as a rival and try to kill him, but now, now he was actively moving forward. He wrapped one arm around Akane's neck, and placed the other hand in her hair. This is incredible, he thought, the fire in him burning higher and higher, as Akane licked his lips, begging for entrance. He opened his mouth to breathe, and she took the initiative, letting herself in. Oh god. This was absolute insanity, but the feeling of their tongues playing a game of tag was heavenly. Ranma dropped his left hand on Akane's waist, pulling her closer, while she ran her hand along his inner thigh, feeling the heat between his legs.
He was a man, and men liked sex, they liked touching a woman's body, not being touched in a woman's body, so why were his hips bucking against Akane's? Why was this urge to feel her growing stronger and stronger?
He thought back to the hot spring, how he wanted to feel her then, it was different, it was like he wanted to give her something, to make her feel, but right now, he wanted to take. He took Akane's hand and pushed it a little further between his legs.
Akane didn't need more of a sign. She rubbed her fingers against Ranma's boxers, back and forth, finding her sweet spot, and moving away, leaving her fiancé wanting more. She felt a wet spot forming in Ranma's shorts, and kissed her with more fervour, sloppily running her tongue everywhere.
The blaze inside Akane was now a forest fire. She could not hold back, her mind foggy, she wanted more. She slipped her hand inside the waistband of her fiancé's shorts, searching, and finding what she was looking for within a millisecond, pressing and rubbing with growing intensity.
Ranma wondered how Akane knew exactly where to touch him to make every single contact more pleasant than the previous, and was curious if she ever touched herself like that, which turned him on even more. He figured she probably did, and fantasized about her thinking of him, in his male form of course, when she did so. Then it struck him: What if she thought of him while doing it, in his female form? What if that was the case? How often had she told him to cover up, to have some feminine modesty, was it because she couldn't handle seeing his body, because it turned her on?
„Holy shit, Akane", he moaned as she slid her fingers between his opening, „you really are a pervert, huh."
Hearing those words sent Akane's mind into a new realm. She bit into Ranma's neck, and curled her fingers while inside her, hitting the sweetest of all sweet spots, her desire now a firework inside her.
Ranma's mouth fell open, he arched his back at the sensation, this was what his body had wanted, what he wanted to take. He felt Akane's fingers inside him, filling him up, giving him what he had been searching for and more. His grip around Akane became tighter, as he felt a wave of pleasure crash onto his whole body like a tsunami, his fingernails digging into Akane's back, as he let it wash over him. He held his breath, his entire body tense, every single muscle working in these few seconds, until he felt the greatest release of all time. He let out a last, loud moan, before sinking back into the floor, panting, both of them lay there, looking at each other. Akane was breathing fast as well, her eyelids heavy, she looked at her fiancé before her eyes rolled back and everything went quiet.
„Akane! Akane, wake up! Akane, do you hear me?"
Akane opened her eyes, slowly. Ranma was above her, half naked, his hands on her shoulders, shaking her.
„Ra...Ranma..? What..? Why are you...? What... is going on?"
„Akane, you were unconscious. Are you okay?"
She nodded, trying to sit up. „I think so. What happened?"
„You.. don't remember?"
„Why are you not wearing a T-shirt?"
In that moment, Ranma realized something: When he was in Cat-mode, he could never remember what had happened. He figured that's what must've happened to Akane as well.
„We...I was..." His face turned as red as a beet. He took a deep breath. „You were under the influence of Shampoo's potion. You saw me as a rival, and tried to fight me. You ripped my shirt apart. I knocked you out."
Akane touched the back of her head, feeling a phantom pain.
„Geez. I thought you don't fight girls."
„Well, good thing you're a tomboy", Ranma blurted out.
Akane ignored it. „So uhm... I don't feel anything right now. I don't see you as a rival. Has the potion worn off?"
„I think so. Do you wanna risk it and go downstairs?"
„...yeah."
Shampoo had run home the second she had been hurled out the window by Akane. She had told Cologne about how Akane had attacked her, but not Ranma-chan. Cologne was already preparing the potion, but it needed to simmer for ninety minutes.
Immediately after it was finished, Shampoo and Cologne left off for the Tendo Dojo. To their surprise, Akane was sitting by the TV with her family, drinking tea.
Shampoo scowled at her.
g„Hello everybody. I see you're all well. Son-in-law, did anything special happen?"
„What did ya expect to happen, old ghoul? Yer stupid potions are really startin' to get on my nerves."
„I apologize. It was not intended for Akane, but either way, it was a mistake. I made the antidote, if you want to make sure."
She placed a glass bottle with a brownish liquid on the table. Akane opened the bottle, smelled it, and made a disgusted face.
„It's not as tasty as the cookies, but it works. Take it, if you want to be one hundred percent certain that you are clean."
Akane furrowed her brows, and downed the whole bottle in one go.
„So, do you mind telling me how you made the potion wear off?", Cologne asked Akane.
„We fought and I knocked her out. When she woke up, she was normal again.", Ranma interjected.
„That's odd. Shampoo told me that Akane did not fight you like she fought her."
Ranma's face changed its color yet again.
„Well, she did, after Shampoo was outta sight."
„Interesting. See, the Potion of Primal Love was created by Amazons, who are usually stronger and more enduring than their husbands. Oftentimes, their love life would suffer, because the husbands could not keep up with the wives. Though it works on everyone, the potion was created for the husbands, and would only wear off when they pleased their wives."
„I don't know what yer thinkin', ya mummy, but I was a girl the entire time. It only works on the opposite sex."
„That's not entirely true. It can work on any potential partner. For most Amazons, this means their partner is of the opposite sex, but there are exceptions. You're Akane's fiancé, male or female, doesn't matter. If she likes you, she will want you."
Ranma was too embarrassed to speak.
„Guess I'm lucky I don't like you, male AND female."
Ranma choked on his own spit. He was dying to tell her what had happened, just to tease her with it. But he held back, as everyone was around him.
„I'm the lucky one.", he said, calmly.
Cologne chuckled, suspecting what had happened between the two.
„Come on, Shampoo, we're leaving. We've been enough of a burden for them today."
Soon, one after the other went to bed. Only Ranma and Akane were still up, watching TV and snacking. Akane yawned, and got up to go into her room.
„Hey, Akane. Can I ask you something?"
„Sure, what is it?"
„Do you really remember nothing? I mean, I know how it feels, when I'm in Nekoken, I don't remember anything, either, but.."
„Why does it matter? Did anything special happen?"
„N-no...I'm just.. worried, I guess."
„No need to worry, Ranma. You didn't hurt me."
„...that's not what I meant..."
„What you should worry about, however, is calling me a pervert while moaning in my ear."
„What?!"
„What?"
Akane laughed, sticking her tongue out. She ran to her room, leaving behind her tomato-red fiancé.