„Hey Ranma, let's go watch the Volleyball game!"

„Huh?" The pigtailed boy was on his way out the school gates, as he was approached by his two classmates, Hiroshi and Daisuke.

„It's boring, the teams are both Furinkan High's. Why would ya wanna go see that?"

„Why? You're seriously asking?", Daisuke said wide-eyed, „Girls in short shorts, bouncing and bending over? Is that not enough?"

„Feh.. not interested."

„Come on, Ranma! Don't you wanna see Akane all outta breath and sweaty?"

Ranma folded his hands behind his head, wrinkling his nose to feign disgust.„I see that machogirl huffing and puffing like a sumo wrestler everyday at the dojo, thanks, I'll pass."

„How dare you cast such unholy aspersions on the beautiful Akane Tendo, you ungracious cretin?", a silhouette in the distance exclaimed, wielding a bokken from right to left.

„Are you not aware you have insulted the future wife of the one and only, the blue thunder of the Furinkan High, Tatewa-"

„Blah blah blah, blue thunder of the Furinkan High, my ass." Ranma had jumped up into the air and landed on Kuno's face, striking him into the ground. He was now crouching on top of the older boy's head, looking down at him.

„What's that? Future wife? Heh, ya knobhead. Who would want that tomboy as a wife?"

„Saotome, you impertinant cur!", Kuno pushed the pig-tailed boy off of himself and wielded his bokken once again.„You have defiled the bewitching Akane Tendo's name for too long. I, the great Tatewaki Kuno, will put an end to this madness. En garde!"

Kuno shot out towards Ranma, who naturally dodged the attack with a dancing ease as he jumped up into the air once again, and elbowed the brown haired boy into the ground for the second time. „The only madness ya gotta end is ya own, pea-brain. Have a nice day."

On his way out of the gates, a whistle could be heard from behind the school building. The Volleyball match had started.

„Oh, beauteous Akane Tendo, your biggest fan is coming to cheer on you, my ravishing femme fatale!", a running Kuno could be heard in the distance. Ranma looked back at him, rolling his eyes.

That idiot is going to interrupt the match for sure.

„Ranma! Come on, already! What else do you have to do at home, anyways?" Daisuke was right. He had nothing else to do, except train at the dojo, which he could do at any time of the day. He let out a defeated sigh. „Fine, I'm coming.."

The three boys sat below a tree, watching the game.

„Man, this is a feast for the eyes", Hiroshi professed. The match was already in full swing, girls jumping and shouting, sweat across their foreheads, glistening in the afternoon sun while the crowd cheered.

„Yeah, it beats going home for sure, right Ranma?"

„Mhmm", the boy responded, uninterestedly.

He shot a glance at his fiancée, who had just blocked a ball with a loud „HYA!".

He turned his gaze back to Daisuke, who was captivated by the sight of the blue haired girl.

„You're such a lucky bastard, Ranma. Akane's body is unbelievable. She could crush me with those thighs anytime."

Ranma pulled up his knees and rested his chin on them, wrapping his arms around his legs. He looked down at the grass, mumbling: „Feh..yeah right. If you like short-legged, thick-thighed, built like a brick-"

„She's so strong and athletic. I bet sex with her is insane."

The pig-tailed boy choked on his words.

„What the hell?"

„What? Don't tell me you guys haven't done it yet."

„I would nev-"

„Are you an idiot?! You're telling me you haven't bent her over during one of your 'training sessions' at the dojo?!"

„I don't train with Akane, ya airheads! She's too violent anyways." It was true. He didn't like sparring with her, because she would get frustrated not being able to hit him, and just retort to pure violence.

„Ohh, so she's the one on top, huh?", Hiroshi teased.

„Wha-?! No!"

„I can imagine." Daisuke closed his eyes, a dreamy smile on his face. "She's just too hot-tempered. She must ride like a rollercoaster.."

„You guys are mad! I'd never try anything with that flat-chested, clumsy machogi-"

Thunk. Ranma's little rant was broken up by a very fast volleyball coming to a sudden halt by colliding with his face. Akane rushed over to the side of the field to collect the ball and continue the match.

„I'm sorry Ranma! It was too fast, I couldn't block it in time."

She looked at the pig-tailed boy, and to Hiroshi and Daisuke's pleasure, rested one hand on her thigh, bending over in front of her fiancé as she peeled the ball off of his face with the other hand.

„Are you okay?"

Ranma opened his eyes, his vision cloudy and his face reddened from the impact of the ball. When the blurry patch before him sharpened, he realized it was his fiancée's face, and it was right in front of his.

Brown doe eyes piercing into him, flushed cheeks, strands of hair hanging in her face and sticking to her neck from the sweat that pearled on her body like she had been dipped into honey.

„Ranma?"

He blinked a few times.

„I..I'm fine."

In an attempt to lower his gaze from her locked eyes, he realized how Akane was bent over in front of him, her loose shirt revealing an even more daunting sight than her consuming stare. Akane's breath was quick, causing her chest to rise and fall quickly, and beads of sweat to cascade past her collarbone and down between her - he now realized - surprisingly plump breasts. His gaze lingered there for a moment, mouth dry, he swallowed as he followed a single droplet of sweat building up at the dent between her clavicles and racing down her chest, just to seep into her bra. Finally, he managed to look to the floor, his cheeks fiery, which, to his luck, remained unnoticed by the others, as he had just been hit in the face. He pressed his fists onto his eyes, groaning.

„I woulda been better if ya weren't such a slowpoke, though."

Akane furrowed her brow. „Hmph. Serves you just right, jerk.", she muttered, as she turned around and rushed back to the volleyball court.

Ranma turned his head to look at his two friends, who were ogling his fiancée, drool puddling at the corners of their lips.

„Ranma, you absolute fool..."

„I wish I were you, man..."

Ranma nestled his forehead onto his knees, contemplating.

Why was his heart beating so fast?

„So, uhm..., you guys..", Hiroshi began again after a while of silence between the three, „I think I wanna ask Yuka out on a date. But I need your help, any ideas?"

„I'm as clueless as you, brother.", Daisuke answered. „Ranma, you're the casanova here, care to tell us your pick-up secrets?"

„I don't have any secrets.", Ranma came back, annoyed.

„Yeah right. You have three fiancées and basically every girl we know is in love with you. You must do something to get their attention."

„I told you a thousand times, my dad basically sold me to any person we came across. I'm not a casanova. And for the other girls..", he smirked, „I guess I'm just a sexy guy."

„You know what, why don't you guys come to my place and help me figure out a plan to win over Yuka? I'm serious, guys. I have no clue. I'm counting on you, Ranma."

The pig-tailed boy let his head fall back in defeat. „Fiiiine, I'll come.."

The referee's whistle went off again, marking the end of the match. Everyone gathered at the court to celebrate the winning team. Akane hugged her friends, kicked Kuno in the face as he approached her for an embrace of doom and collected her belongings as she walked over to her fiancé.

„Ranma, can you wait until I take a quick shower? I won't be long.", she said, wiping her face with a towel.

„Uhm, actually... I'm going to Hiroshi's now, so ya gonna have to go home alone."

„Hiroshi's? How come?"

„He .. needs help with something. I'll explain it later. See ya, Akane!"

„So, boys, how do I do this?"

Hiroshi placed three cups on the table. They had been to Ukyo's for a quick snack after the match, and went to Hiroshi's place after. They had been sitting in his room, chatting about sports and school for over an hour. The sun had already set, and the streets of Nerima began to quiet down. Hiroshi pulled out a bottle of sake and began to pour it into the cups.

„None for me. As a martial artist, I stay away from alcohol. It's poison for the body."

„Shut up and drink, you idiot." Daisuke slid his already full cup across the table towards Ranma. „We need you to loosen up a little and expose your secrets."

„I told ya I don't have any."

„Yeah, right. The boy who is also a girl doesn't have secrets on how to get a girl. Pff..."

„Just cuz I have my curse don't mean I'm a girl!"

„Yeah, but you still have a girl's body, and you have a thousand lovers, you must know what the girls like."

„They're not my lovers!"

„What does Akane think about you having so many suitors?" Hiroshi asked.

„She doesn't think at all, she just slaps the shit outta me, as if that's my fault. And besides, she has a lot of admirers as well."

„Heh, count me in on that!" Daisuke admitted, holding his cup up so as to initiate the drinking. The others followed, Ranma rather reluctantly, holding up their cups to clink them and down the entire thing in one go. Ranma's insides burned hot, and he cleared his throat.

„What's it like being a girl?"

„It's no different. I'm a guy, no matter what form I'm in. If anything, it's more difficult, especially when people like that dunce Kuno come runnin' after ya."

Hiroshi smirked.

„Have you ever... jerked off..? As a girl?"

„Are ya for real right now?"

„I mean I would be curious as to how it feels. I heard women's genitals are much more sensitive than men's. Must be intense."

Images of Akane's hand between Ranma's legs popped up in his head, igniting a small sparkler in his lower half.

He shook his head.

„Dunno."

„Oh for God's sake, Ranma!" Hiroshi poured another round.

„Bottoms up."

Ranma could feel his chest growing hot and his ears sizzling slightly. He had tried sake before, but he had never really drunk it, as he was so focused on his physical form.

„So, what's it like living with Akane?", asked Daisuke. „I bet it's real difficult to hold back in front of her family."

„Hol' back what?"

„Yourself."

„Why would I hold myself back?"

Daisuke and Hiroshi both choked at the same time. An evil grin appeared on Daisuke's face.

„So, tell us then. What's it like? I bet Akane's wild."

„Heh, yeah, guess ya could say that." The boys looked at each other in disbelief. „Have you done it with her when you were both girls? That would be so hot."

Ranma suddenly began to cough uncontrollably, feeling caught.

„Wha..? What're you talkin' about?"

„About you and Akane? Didn't you say your sex was wild?"

„What the hell! No! Who's talkin' 'bout sex! I said that cuz she's a violent tomboy who just..." Akane's soft, hot tongue on Ranma's neck appeared before his mind's eye, but was interrupted by Daisuke.

„Just what?"

„Just doesn't like me."

Old thoughts pierced through in his mind like needles. Did Akane like girls? After the potion cookie, she had behaved normally. She wasn't any different towards Ranma. He figured that despite their fights and quarrels, they were still friends, somehow. And most of the time they got along well. It had been a couple weeks since Shampoo had tried to trick him with the cookie, but Akane had been no different to him. He was sure she could remember what had happened between them, but they never talked about it again, and she acted as if nothing had happened. Same with the hot spring thing. She was just unpredictable in that aspect, but Ranma was afraid that she preferred girls over boys, as there had been so many clues.

He took the bottle and poured himself another cup, drank it down immediately, and poured a second one, this time for everyone.

„So, what are we gonna do 'bout your date with Yuka?"

„Okay, so I was thinking..."

Akane was in the living room, watching TV alone, when Ranma stumbled into the house. Everyone else had gone to bed already, but she was curious as to why Ranma had gone to Hiroshi's. It was rather unusual, he was more the type to just meet his friends at Ukyo's or the Cat Cafe and then go home. At first she was startled when Ranma entered the door, thinking it would be a robber because he was just so loud, but she quickly recognized him as he was humming and mumbling something the whole time.

Ranma tottered in the dark, through the hallway and into the family room. Well, he fell into the family room after tripping on his own feet. With a pained groan, he lifted his head and rubbed his nose.

„Ouch...damn floor."

„Ranma? What the...? Are you alright?"

„Huh? Oh, Ak- hyuck- ane! Hiiiiiii!"

He pushed himself up so he could sit.

„Why're ya still up? Up up and about! Tomboy never restssss..."

„Ranma, are you drunk?"

„Heh! Am not, silly woman. A fighter like me is not affected by some angry rice water!"

„I think you're definitely drunk." Akane sneered at him. She sat down in front of her fiancé.

„What the hell did you do at Hiroshi's? I thought he needed help with something?"

„He did...that silly bastard hehe..." Ranma looked up into the distance, a wistful smile on his lips.

„And what was it that he needed help with?"

„Woah, Akane... your boobs are huuuge!"

Akane looked at her fiancé in shock as he was gesturing how big her chest apparently was, his eyes wide, eyebrows raised. She blushed.

„What..? What are you talking about, you idiot?"

„Yesssrrday...or was it today? At the volleehball game...when I got hit by that ball..", he clenched his fist and pretended to punch his face, „..'n you bent ova in front of me...I could see 'em!" He smirked, looking into her eyes and bobbing his head in the direction of her chest.

„The first time I saw 'em they were sooooo...smalllll and perky. And now! Pa-pow! Huuuuge. How did'ya do that?"

„I... don't know. I guess I'm a late bloomer." Akane looked down at her hands, picking at the skin on her finger. She wasn't sure whether to be weirded out or flattered, but she was glad that he noticed that she had grown.

„And bloom ya did! Hehe..."

„What did you do at Hiroshi's?"

„You mean.. HERO...shi's?" He chuckled.

Akane rolled her eyes.

„We helped him ask Yuka out...he's still so vanilla..."

„And you're a master at that, huh?"

„Nononono, no -hyuck-, I'm not a master. Jusss... naturally gifted."

„Right."

„Yeah... so we came up with a plan...and had a few drinksss... we even talked 'bout you!"

„Me? What did you talk about?"

„Daisuke thinks you're a freak in bed...hehe...buutt, but don't worry." He waved his hands up and down.

„I didn't tell 'em anything 'bout ya, pervy tomboy!" He gestured a key closing his lips and throwing it away.

„Who are you calling pervy?!"

„Youuuu, Akaneeeee. You're a real perv and ya know it." The drunk boy pointed his finger at his fiancée.

„I am not! Whatever happened ...that day... was Shampoo's fault!"

„I don' mean that... you're juss' a pervy girl... who likes girls..."

„What?!"

„Yeah...I meannn -hyuck- the potion wouldn't've worked...on me...if ya didn't like girls! And yer such a tomboy...'n always want me to put a shirt on cuz ya can't hold yerself back when my boobs are out..."

Akane closed her eyes and took a deep breath. „You're an idiot, Ranma."

„Am not! I've seen through ya, Akaneeee! But it's okayyy, I guess...with my curse...I can still take over the dojo with youuu..."

„Ranma, I don't like girls."

„Yeah, ya do! Stop denyin'! That's unhealthy!"

„I don't like girls, you jerk! I like.. guys.."

„Prove it then! Right -hyuck- now!"

„How am I supposed to prove it?"

„Gimme a kisssss... on the lips!", he pointed his index finger at his lips.

„No cheatin' with tape or anythin'... yer lips.. on mine. If ya want me to believe ya."

Akane was taken aback. She could tell Ranma was very drunk, and she was sure he wouldn't remember this conversation whether she denied him or kissed him, but her pride got the best of her. She didn't like being called pervy, (or so she told herself) and wanted to prove that she wasn't into girls (or so she told herself.)

„Fine, but only if you go to bed afterwards. You need to sleep."

„Really?! Yer gonna kiss...me?" Ranma looked at the floor in front of him, suddenly nervous.

„Yes. No cheating."

„Yayyyyyy!", he closed his eyes and pursed his lips.

Akane reached her hand forward and caressed his cheek. He was adorable, like a little child, but in this muscular and very attractive boy's body. Akane blushed, but slowly approached Ranma's face.

Ranma opened one eye impatiently. „I'm waitin', pervy girl."

Akane smiled, snaked her hand behind his neck and pulled him towards her to finally lock her lips with his. She could taste the sake on his lips still, as he moved them slowly to deepen the kiss. Ranma's whole world was upside down. He was on cloud nine, his whole body buzzing with excitement.

Akane was kissing him! As a man! She did not like girls!

The haze of his mind was beginning to thicken as he could only focus on Akane's plush lips pressed against his own. As if in a trance, he grabbed her waist with one hand and the back of her thigh with the other, pulling her onto his lap. Akane gasped, but did not break the kiss, which Ranma used to his advantage as he ran his tongue along the rim of her lower lip. Akane got the hint and opened her mouth just enough for Ranma to slide in. Their tongues finally touched, sending shivers through their entire bodies and inciting a prickling feeling in their lower bellies. Oh, God, Akane thought, as she wrapped her hands around her fiancé's neck, her body melting against his. Ranma reached behind Akane, grabbing her butt and squeezing her even closer to him. When she felt something hard press against her nether regions, Akane suddenly clutched Ranma's face and pulled herself away, gasping for air.

„Ranma..."

„Huh? Why d'ya stop?" The drunk boy slowly opened his eyes, the booze decelerating his mind.

„Ranma, we can't do this, not like this. You're drunk!"

„But..but Akane-"

The blue haired girl shook her head.

"No Ranma, you should go to bed. You're not thinking clearly...and I don't want you to regret this." Her eyes wandered down, and Ranma followed her gaze until he saw his manhood tent up in his pants.

„Oh..."

„Come on, let's get you to bed" Akane got up, pulling Ranma by his left arm.

„Wait, Akane! Can I say sumthin'?"

„Shoot."

„Can I...touch yer boobs? I touched yer butt already but I wanna something I can remember later... hehe"

Akane lashed out to punch Ranma in the face, but even in this state, he managed to dodge her and grab her from behind. He slid his hands across Akane's waist, tucking her arms under his own, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

„I'm kiddin', tomboyyy. But ...can I ... sleep in yer room?"

„Absolutely not."

„Why? Yer my fiancée!"

„Yeah, one of three."

Ranma smiled, and lifted his head so his lips were at Akane's ear. He tightened his embrace and whispered: „Yeah, but yer the only one that can do this." The pigtailed boy pressed his member into her behind. Akane blushed furiously.

„You're not sleeping in my room, Ranma."

„Comeee onnnnnn, Akaneeee, loosen up a lil'... do ya want some sake? Hehe...Pweeasseee." He nestled his head into the curve of Akane's neck.

„I'll even sleep on the floor. I won't bother ya, promise. I jus'...wanna be near ya."

Akane couldn't believe her ears. She wasn't sure what to think. All of Shampoo's potions had left a mark in her mind, and for some reason, she thought this must be one of Hiroshi and Daisuke's sick jokes. Maybe they had bought something from Shampoo and mixed it into his sake. In any case, she was afraid that Ranma could cause more damage if he wasn't supervised, so she agreed.

„Fine.. you can sleep in my room. Only this once."

Yayy, another chapter! I had a lot of fun writing this one, I love the thought of drunk Ranma! I was thinking of ending this chapter here.. but I might make it a two-parter. Please, let me know what you think!

If you find any errors, I apologize, as English is not my native language. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!