Watermelon Girl
by Chaos Orchid ← Ron Dow75
8.1 Martial Arts Role Therapy?
From the shogi block, Saotome Genma ordered his cursed son, "Show her –Show everybody!– who the man is! Take her in your arms and act like the husband!"
("I'm glad I have a dirty mind," Nabiki smirked.)
("I'm glad I don't," Ukyō said, studying for an advantage)
"Even the right martial arts move can defeat the stronger opponent!" the pigtailed girl explained, without admitting to everybody s/he was being – currently, only! – defeated by what was inside a palm-sized, silk bag that was using basic techniques against her(!)
"I'm not trying to!" Akane felt just as much a puppet as her own 'mamori bag was using the muscles of her arm to influence any and all muscles connected to it…and the muscles connected to them (!)
His* sensei rose, "You have the soul of a man! Don't let the curse win and be defeated by the weaker sex!" And he laid his hands on the small version of his son!
There was a struggle that lasted for seconds…. And then his* Old Man's hands slipped to where the pigtailed girl's center of mass, the dan-tian, could counter Genma's greatly. Ranma had every motivation to see the idiot lose: S/he used her hands to toss him out into the side yard!
Akane was also in the mix and also lost her sense of balance. She fell down onto the floor.
No longer held, Ranma fell, too. S/he fell into her lap. Alane's arm – and seemingly her hand – stroked the red-haired cutie. Such a seemingly tender moment. Ukyō reacted! And the houseguest lost her advantage.
"Supper is ready!" Kasumi announced.
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The redhead had to suffer as Akane was forced to chopstick-feed her. She was too slow! Ranma was used to eating at higher speeds! Especially when her food-stealing Old Man was at the table with her! It deeply upset her that he was getting more food than s/he was! But every time s/he attempted to use her own hands to eat, the 'mamori threatened to make her nauseous.
"Oh, my, they really are overdoing it," Kasumi said, witnessing the scene. "I shall have to call Sakura."
"Sakura?" Ukyō asked. "Is she their trail marriage counselor?"
"Something like that."
"Figures they would need an outsider. They never got along." Most of the time. "No wonder they're so stiff, like they really don't want to do what the counselor told them they should do.
"The counselor is a jackass! Ranchan shouldn't be made to play role reversal!
"Now, Akane, on the other hand, is the uncute tomboy–"
"What did you say!?(!)" Akane challenged.
"I'm saying I can be a better wife and husband than you. Look what I'm wearing, a boys school uniform. And in my garment bag, I have the perfect waifu outfit!"
Nabiki reminded her, "Our bet is that you can only wear male clothes, Kuonji. Wear something feminine and…," she held up a camera, "...you give me a photo session."
"Yes, I know a lot of people want to see me showing skin," she was frowning, but the frown wasn't deep.
And it didn't last, "But I found a loophole!"
Nabiki said, "I'll be the judge of that. But I will admit you just might have. You have a business mind. Not as great as mine, of course."
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As soon as there was nothing left to eat, first Akane and then the pigtailed girl rushed for the stairs! Ukyō was right behind them. She caught Ranma entering his room. Only it was now also her room! Her delight was short-lived as s/he ran out of it, saying, "There's Ukyō's things in there!"
"You forgot? Well, I won't hold that against you, Ranchan. Just remember you can always come in whenever you want, Honey. And you don't have to knock!" she happily blushed.
The redhead looked at her. And her hand went to her belly.
S/he looked away, "Now where am I gonna strip?"
"Strip!?" Ukyō did not like her mental picture of why her girled (boy)friend wanted to get naked!
"Strip?" Nabiki smiled, her camera ready.
"Where? In your trial wife's room, of course!" his* Old Man told his redheaded son as he flung her over his shoulder and rushed her down the hall. Ranma beat his back, but the 'mamori kami was now on his side and against her!
Ukyō protested, "A trial wife isn't supposed to get the privileges of a wife!" She did not trust her rival not to try and make a lesbian out of her man!
"Genma! That is my daughter!" Soun did try to sound like a concerned father.
"Coming in, Akane!" Genma announced before opening her door and tossing in his female son onto the bed and slamming the door shut.
Akane had heard the commotion coming in from outside; she didn't scream. But she did give an involuntary yelp and hid her bra by lifting up her blouse.
Not taking the time to sit up on the bed, The pigtailed girl hurriedly unfastened her silk shirt and pulled up her tank top. She had no bra on. There was a palm-sized, silk bag brocaded with [ Safe Birth ] on her lower abdomen. "I'm takin' this thing off!"
"Keep quiet, Idiot! They're out there listening!" Akane had a similar bag, [ Father's Safety ], above her right wrist. She wanted hers off, too!
After more than a frustrating minute or more, Nabiki asked the others who also had ears or drinking glasses pressed to the door, "What did they mean they won't come off? That's not what I want to hear."
She walked away, "Well, I'm not taking photos by listening."
"I'm going with you!" Ukyō said. "I'll pay you 1,000 yen if you show me how to see into the room!"
"No, Father, Uncle Saotome, you're not peeping, too," Kasumi told them.
8.2 The Bedroom Challenge!
Ranma writhed on Akane's bed as s/he used all of her female strength, enduring the hurt and ache, to get the palm-sized, silk [ Safe Birth ] bag from the area between her belly button and her womb! The effort took cursed body's extra layer of softness centimeters in every direction s/he pulled!
"Ranma, it won't come off!" Akane urged the redhead to stop. It discouraged her, though; if Ranma couldn't free herself, she had to doubt her ability to removed the [ Father's Safety ] 'memori amulet from her arm.
"I can't give up! It's gettin' control of my dan-tian! You're a martial artist, you know what that means!" The dan-tian was the center of mass of the whole body; all of the other chakra points and lesser centers of the individual parts and organs of the body were connected to it by lines of force. But the most important parts for the martial artist were its direct lines to the feet and hands and head! The center of the star charged them with its power and the power of the everything else! It made every move efficient and effective!
But it also mean if s/he wasn't in control of it, s/he could become like a marionette puppet!
The kami shifted the amulet in a way Ranma hadn't been set to counteract– And s/he was thrown off the bed and onto the carpet! The mother-to-be landed mostly safely, though. Being able direct the dan-tian was the secret of the Saotome mid-air techniques.
The redhead sat up and put her elbows on her knees, thinking, "There's gotta be a way to win against it!"
"Ranma! Pull up your pants!" Akane told her, looking away.
Ranma had had to loosen her belt to reach the amulet. It was only now s/he realized her pants were below her crotch, including her boxers. "Aw, geez!" s/he said, lifting her butt up to pull them both up. "I'm girl, now; it shouldn't matter to you, Akane."
"You're in my bedroom(!) – And everybody in the house knows it!" she cried, pointing to the door.
"They're the ones who threw me in here!" s/he said, standing. "What? They think something's gonna happen between us? Feh, it won't!"
"It won't?" Akane's emotions were a tug of war, with none able to win.
"It won't?!" Ukyō's smiling face appeared at the window. Ranma was startled.
Nabiki took a picture. The pigtailed girl had dropped her pants. Her shirt was open. And her tank top had remained hung up on her nipples. There was enough under-boobage to think, "Kunō will buy it."
"What are you two doing!?" Akane demanded.
Nabiki answered, "We're standing on the first floor's roof, obviously."
Ukyō asked, "Ranma-honey, what did you mean by it won't happen?"
"I'm a guy! And I got a curse that's tryin' to steal that away from me! If I enjoy myself as a girl, it, could, win!" And Saotome Ranma never loses anything he* can see as a martial arts challenge!
"So you're not going to go lezzy with Akane?" Ukyō squealed in delight.
"Who said I wanted to do anything like that!?" Akane cried.
"Ooh, little sister didn't call it perverted," Nabiki grinned. And she took another picture of the pigtailed girl. "I'll give you a discount on this one."
"Ranma, pull up your pants!"
As the pigtailed girl did, Ukyō encouraged her with, "Don't give in, Ranma-honey! It won't be worth it. Akane's has to be bad at it."
"What!?"
"You know, Kuonji, you said what sounds like a challenge." Nabiki wondered if she should call Sasuke and see if his spy cams were back online. It took the Kunō fortune to access the internet in Japan in 1992, and it was dial-up slow. At least he had that new computer gimmick called Photoshop!
"It won't be a challenge to me!" Akane insisted. "Sex is not important to me!"
"Of course it isn't, Little Sis. That's why you obsess over perverts. We all know how dirty your mind is, fantasizing it everywhere!"
Ukyō saw her opportunity and took it, "It is a challenge to me! Hang in there, Ranma-honey! I'll make a man out of you!"
"How can I be a man if I'm stuck in girl!(?)!"
"Stupid trial marriage!
"Oh, I know: Have your trial marriage with me! I won't stick you with having to stay girl!" And she fell into a quick fantasy and said with a dirty laugh, "Not at all."
"Go! Leave! Get off the roof!" Akane yelled, slamming the window closed and yanking the curtains closed.
"Nabiki, did you bring a drinking glass?"
She was thinking of going to her room, next door. "The fun is no longer greater than the chill of the night air. I'm going inside."
"Okay, okay, me, too. Boy, I wish I drank. I could use some booze."
In Akane's room, Ranma told her, "I'm leaving, too, Akane. I guess I'll sleep in the dōjō."
"No!" Akane ordered, grabbing the pigtailed girl's arm. "I won't let them win! I'll show them we can sleep together as girls and nothing will happen!"
"Are you sure?" The redhead lifted the arm that held hers to where they both could see her amulet. "What about our kami?"
"Why should they make us have, have…sex?(!)"
"Gee, I don't know," Ranma said it, thinking the answer should be obvious, "Because the kami are too stupid to see we're not a married couple and you're not the husband of me, the 'wife' and mother of your kid?"
"Oh, you're right!" And Akane let go of the pigtailed girl's arm.
Or tried to. Her stupid kami wouldn't let her.
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NOTESto Section 10.1:
The 'o' of 'omamori' is a prefix of respect. 'mamori means that the person is not feeling respectful to theirs.
The dan-tian is the most crucial part of the body for martial artists. Once [Safe Birth] has rooted itself in it, Ranma would be even more like a puppet!
NOTESto Section 10.2:
The kami have gotten Ranma and Akane intimate, but they are still not acting like a mutually supportive married couple. Ukyō fears they will!