The third time isn't an accident. Ranma'd even say it's inspired. Because it's a plan and it works. It works well.
Ryouga's fighting Ranma over…something. Ranma'd forgotten but he'd bet it had something to do with Akane. Or maybe it was stolen bread again this time, who knows.
Point is, they're fighting again and Ranma, as always, is kicking Ryouga's butt.
Problem is that Ryouga just won't stay down.
A sixth blow to the temple and Ryouga's back up within seconds. A ninth trip that sends Ryouga crashing to the ground seems to do nothing in the long run with Ryouga rolling to his feet as quickly as he fell. Even pinning him to the ground didn't work, as soon as he let go, Ryouga's back up to fight again.
This is what Ranma thinks as he's pinning Ryouga face-down to the ground, arms held behind his back with Ranma's body weight on top of him for the fifteenth time. Ranma understands persistence but this is just getting tedious.
Ryouga's got stamina but Ranma can see the bruises forming from the buildup of injuries. Which means he should end this.
Once he figures out how.
"Yield." Ranma orders, a squeezing grip on Ryouga's wrists to evidence the fact that Ryouga's been beat so he should just stay down.
"No!" Ryouga refuses, twisting defiantly in Ranma's grip.
"Why not?!"
"I won't lose to you again Ranma!" Ryouga throws off Ranma's grip, rolling the two of them over. Probably intending to pin Ranma in return but Ranma's too skilled to get pinned by a simple roll.
"You already have!" Ranma uses their momentum to knee Ryouga in the stomach. For the probably fourth time. It sends Ryouga flying across the school field that Ryouga'd called him out to.
Ryouga stumbles to a crouch, hands raised in fists defensively as a silent, come-at-me, "Have not!"
"Have too!" Ranma insists as he feigns a kick for Ryouga to dodge while he slips inside his opponent's guard.
"Nuh u-h!" Ryouga's refute is interrupted by Ranma's nth takedown of the day. It creates an entertaining noise from Ryouga's attempts at words that leaves Ranma laughing internally as he straddles Ryouga to pin him.
The position would be perfect to just wail blows on Ryouga until he passes out but that's never been their kind of fight. And Ranma won't beat a man while he's down.
Ranma tightens his grip on Ryouga's waist with his thighs, sitting up straight to cross his arms in triumph as he pants lightly, "C'mon. You know this is my win."
Ryouga's breathing is much more ragged as he huffs out a, "No." He's not struggling yet though, so Ranma adds a point to his wins in this fight.
But Ranma knows Ryouga and Ranma knows that Ryouga will be back at it within the minute so he has to come up with something to stop him.
With his male chest against Ryouga's own, Ranma's mind conjures images of the bathhouse and pinning Ryouga in place with his tits. And...it could work. It would work. If he pins Ryouga with his tits flush against him, the pervert would stop. Probably to have a nose-bleed and internal panic because as a guy, perving on another guy is weird, even if that guy happens to be a girl at the time. Ranma could easily turn it on Ryouga to tease him about it. A double win: the fight and a way to get a dig in at Ryouga.
Which means he needs water and to think of some creative digs to throw at Ryouga about it. The mix between flirtation and insult inspired hours of laughter after the fake-fiancee incident, and here Ranma could add in a gloat about winning. The combination was more than enough motivation to carry it out.
Ranma's thoughts are interrupted by Ryouga bucking up to throw Ranma off him. Ranma obliges, rolling forward over Ryouga's head, spinning around, and scouting the field for water. The drinking fountains are not too far away. They should probably hydrate. Later.
Ryouga's back up and swinging so Ranma leads him towards the fountains by parrying as he takes backwards steps. It does lead Ryouga to thinking he has the advantage but Ranma's secure in the knowledge that he doesn't.
Once he feels his foot hit the cement of the fountain, he switches from parrying Ryouga's blows to a dodge. Ryouga's hand extends straight into the cement fountain, exploding it.
And Ranma didn't really think this through because now Ryouga's going to transform too. And Ranma's pretty sure Ryouga's got even more stamina as a pig. Though he could end the fight the same way as he did before, suffocating Ryouga into his tits. This time until he passes out.
Even though he doesn't have them yet, he still feels a phantom pain of the bite Ryouga gave him last night. He refuses to admit that his chest is a bit sore from it even in his male form. He ignores the throb he feels where the indents from Ryouga's teeth remain.
A blast of water hits him in the back, blasting him tumbling away from the fountain, and said male form is now gone.
Ranma gets to his feet, turning back to face the fountain, and to his surprise, Ryouga's still human. A human who is rushing at him, hands extended for a punch, spitting his name, "Ranma!"
Ranma dodges with ease, flourishing it with a spin, ample time to spare. Ryouga's momentum leaves him stumbling.
Ranma takes advantage, swinging a foot in a downward arc to kick Ryouga in the side and send him crashing face-down to the ground. Ranma quickly follows, shoving his forearm against Ryouga's shoulder blades to pin his chest to the ground, leaping on top of Ryouga like a frog to add to the weight holding him down.
He doesn't weigh enough to hold Ryouga down in either body. Ryouga is strong like him. What it takes is muscle. Ranma pushes with his arm and wraps his legs around Ryouga's waist to lock around his thighs to prevent him from using his legs. He picked up the trick from a wrestler he fought a while back and it's even easier than in his male form.
Ranma focuses hard on pinning Ryouga to the ground. Hard enough that he forgets the whole point of it is to keep him there. But it doesn't matter since the position he's wrapped around Ryouga in accomplishes it anyway.
Ranma's breasts press close against Ryouga's back, just below his shoulders. Ranma is vaguely aware of the fact but much more important to him right now is preventing Ryouga from getting up physically rather than mentally.
So when Ryouga tries to push himself up with his hands, the hand that Ranma had on the ground to balance and the arm that was pinning Ryouga both sweep around to grab Ryouga's wrists and tuck them behind his back.
It's only when Ranma has to bend his elbows awkwardly to accommodate the breasts pinned apart by where he's pulled Ryouga's wrists that Ranma realizes his position. And assumes Ryouga has as well by the lack of response, both verbally and physically.
Ryouga's hands are pinned between a jumble of Ranma's breasts, Ryouga's biceps, and Ryouga's shoulder blades. Ranma can feel the imprint of Ryouga's knuckles in his tits as they meld to accommodate the space like water in a glass. He can feel them fill and unfill the space between Ryouga's fingers with every breath and he is breathing heavily. From the exertion, yes, but also from whatever this is.
Ryouga's hands are so still in Ranma's grip. He's probably perving out on this mentally too much to even think to move them.
Ranma likes the position a lot more than he thought he would. Ryouga is warm like a heater beneath him. Hotter than the heat in Ranma's cheeks that's there because this is getting to him. Ranma is fully consoled by the knowledge that it's getting to Ryouga much more. Ranma can feel a strong heartbeat thump between them. He's not sure if it's his own or Ryouga's. But it's...comfortable.
And this is also the perfect time to boast and tease Ryouga simulatenously.
Ranma leans his head in close, voice just a whisper next to Ryouga's ear, "Ryouga," Ranma pauses at the shiver that he feels shudder down Ryouga, then waits another second just to be able to rub it in that much more. Let it be known that Ranma is a fantastic flirt, "I'll always come out on top."
With that, Ranma untangles from Ryouga in record time and flips over him, eager to see the furious flush on the pervert's face. Because no matter how much as this affects him, Ranma's priority is still to laugh at how flustered Ryouga gets.
Ranma crouches in front of Ryouga, watching him push himself up onto his knees. When Ryouga looks up, his face is bright red, nose trailing blood once again. Ranma isn't sure if he's imagining it but what looks like light steam is coming out his ears. There's a scowl on his face, and Ranma cackles with glee at the frustrated flustration.
"You- You can't- Just- Ranma-" Ryouga struggles to form his words.
Ranma laughs so hard he has to clutch his stomach because it hurts.
Oh this is totally a thing now. Ranma doesn't care how he feels, seeing Ryouga like this is priceless. He is going to do this often, he can already tell.
Ryouga darts forward, fist swinging for a punch that Ranma dodges with ease. He knew it was coming because Ryouga's immediate response to any sort of feelings about Ranma is to try to fight him.
Ranma hides the glee on his face in favor of flustering Ryouga even more, feigning surprise,"Oh! You want more, Ryouga? You should have just said so, silly!"
Ryouga freezes in place, tripping over his own feet. Which is no good because Ranma wants to see the face he's making. He's sure it's hilarious.
Ranma crouches again, fingers dipping to tilt Ryouga's face up by the chin. The expression is totally worth it. Ryouga lookswrecked. Eyes blown wide, flush still prominent, breaths coming out heavy, and mouth open.
Ranma has the impulse to run his thumb along Ryouga's lip as he holds his face but dismisses it. That would be weird. Ranma lets his soft smile turn into a wide grin instead, "What's wrong, Ryouga? You look a bit tired there."
"You..." Ryouga starts but trails off.
"I...?" Ranma prompts in response. This is uncharted territory for them.
"You...you're a pervert!" Ryouga finds his words only to throw that word in Ranma's face. He pulls back from Ranma to point at him accusatorily.
Ranma isnot the pervert here. He screeches as such, "How am I the pervert here?!"
Ryouga drops his accusing finger before answering, "You keep using your...your...you know," Ryouga's eyes dart down to Ranma's tits before quickly going back to Ranma's eyes.
And it's so cute that Ryouga can't even refer to his tits using a word, Ranma justhas to tease him on it, "My...?"
"You know what I'm talking about!" Ryouga yells, hands fisted as if ready to fight again.
"How would I know what you're talking about if you don't say what you're talking about!" Ranma yells back, body tensing. He wouldn't back down if they went back to fighting.
"Your-your-" Ryouga starts, but breaks eye contact with Ranma, looking off to the side. Even prodding his index fingers together in that finger-gun shape nervously.
Ranma leans in closer, anticipating, without verbally prompting Ryouga this time.
It makes Ryouga turn back to look at him and wow. They're really close, aren't they? Ranma's sure that it's his own heartbeat that he can feel right now.
They stay like that for a second that feels much longer before Ryouga scrambles backwards, tone still accusatory, "You!"
Ranma tilts his head in calm questioning, ignoring any feelings he might have.
Ryouga backs away even more, calling out, "This isn't over!"
Then Ryouga leaves.
And Ranma...Ranma got what he wanted, didn't he? The fight was over and the only thing Ryouga did with him was fight. So why didn't he want Ryouga to leave?