[Episode 226188] [Episode 226188]
Akane sighed as she and the pigtailed boy beside her walked out of the school gate. It was Friday, the weekend was upon them and she and Ranma didn’t intend to leave the house (Nabiki was muttering about how honeymoons were really for the benefit of everyone other than the couple, and how long did they think they could get by on that little sleep, anyway?), there was only one more week of school and then Ranma would start spending all his — her! — time as a girl instead of the afternoons and nights, the fiancée war was over (though the way Ranma had given up on hints and simply told Kodachi off outright when she’d shown up the other day probably would need some reinforcement, however priceless a moment it had been, especially once rumors spread to Kodachi’s circle), the youngest Tendo should have been happier than she’d been in years, right?
Walking beside her, Ranma glanced at his lover and frowned slightly. “Alright, Akane, something’s been bugging ya for days, what is it?” he asked.
“What, besides the fact that in a few weeks you’re going to risk turning into a demon, Nabiki’s been giving us odd looks, Ukyo hasn’t been back to school since we talked to her and rumor is she’s dropped out to run her restaurant full time, and the fathers will be back in around three weeks and almost certainly back to their old tricks?” Akane asked rhetorically, and Ranma chuckled.
“Yeah,” he agreed, “besides those. You’ve been gettin’ more and more tense ever since Shampoo’s visit, and I don’t think it has anything to do with any a’ what ya just said — ya don’t really care what Nabiki thinks, we’ve been dealing with the fathers for years, and ya don’t even like Ukyo. So, what is it?”
After a long moment, Akane shrugged, then nodded to the park coming up. A few minutes later, the two were sitting on what Akane was beginning to think of their “trouble bench,” the same bench they’d been sitting on on Monday when Ranma had laid out his counter-offer.
Ranma waited patiently as Akane struggled with herself, and finally she shrugged and spoke. “Ranma, I’ve been thinking about what you said on Monday when you asked me to have your child, when you asked if your honor mattered to me.”
Ranma tensed, reaching up to tug on his pigtail. “Well, I might a’ been a little harsh …”
“No, you weren’t, you were exactly right,” Akane instantly disagreed. “If we’re actually going to be a couple, your honor should be important to me, and is. And that’s why …” Pausing, the youngest Tendo took a deep breath. “That’s why I don’t think we should wait until I reach majority for me to get pregnant.”
Ranma froze, stunned speechless. Finally, he stuttered, “B-b-but, the clinic won’t g-get ya pregnant until then, we hafta wait!”
“No, we don’t,” Akane said softly. “After all, most women don’t use clinics to get pregnant, do they?”
“But … you … I … Akane, you don’t even like my guy form!” Ranma burst out, but Akane shook her head.
“Oh, I like your male half well enough, I’m just not attracted to it, can’t really imagine it as part of an intimate relationship more than temporarily, and certainly not physically. But, well … you’ve used that strap-on on me a few times now, I certainly enjoyed both times, and I think between those memories and the blindfold I should be able to get by.”
She fell silent, and neither spoke for a time. Finally, Ranma softly asked, “Why?”
“Because of the ceremony coming up in a few weeks,” Akane replied. “You mentioned waiting to get your curse locked until I get pregnant, just in case, but if you do turn into this demon you’ll be worse than locked — at least if you’re locked we might be able to find a way to unlock it.”
Now it was Ranma’s turn to sit and think while Akane waited, fidgeting with growing nerves as the minutes passed.
“Ya know the odds are that nothin’ will happen at the ceremony beside’s me gettin’ wet,” Ranma suddenly said, and Akane jerked in surprise, then nodded.
“Yes.”
“And ya know odds are ya won’t get pregnant,” Ranma continued.
“Yes.”
“And ya know if ya do get pregnant, you’ll be goin’ ta school with both the rumors of ya bein’ a lesbian and yer pregnancy makin’ things hard for you.”
“Yes. Though one ought to help offset the other,” Akane added wryly.
“And you still want to do this?”
“No, I don’t, not really,” Akane said with a shrug. “I just think that we need to do this. That way, if things don’t go the way we expect, you end up a demon, the deposit gets lost or used or whatever, and I never have your child, we’ll at least be able to say we did our best.”
“I guess that makes sense,” Ranma said slowly. “So when do ya want to do it?”
“Tonight,” Akane said reluctantly. “I’m at my most fertile point in my cycle right now, we aren’t going to get better odds.”
Ranma nodded and stood up. “Make that right now — if we’re gonna do it, we might as well do it. Remember, Nabiki said she had ta meet with someone this afternoon, and not to expect her for dinner, and Kasumi said she’d probably be out shopping when we got back from school, so we’ll have the house ta ourselves.” With a smile, he added, “Ya won’t even hafta try ta keep quiet!”
Akane opened the bedroom door for the cute redhead walking behind her carrying a full water glass, a thermos, and a small bowl with a washcloth. Ranma walked through and over to the table beside their new bed (and definitely larger, Nabiki had come through nicely) and put down her load and loosened the thermos top, then pulled off the top sheets of the bed and moved the pillows to the foot before turning around to find Akane already slipping out of her clothes. Ranma smiled at the sight as she began opening her own shirt, watching as Akane’s blouse dropped to the floor, her firm, pert breasts jiggling slightly as her bra came off and landed on the blouse, Akane reaching back to unzip her skirt, pushing her panties down along her smoothly muscled legs and stepping out of them, straightening up to reveal the soft folds of her cleft and the trimmed black patch above….
Akane looked up to find a naked Ranma standing before her, love and desire shining in her eyes, and had to smile through her own nervousness. Putting on a nonchalant air, she sauntered over to the smaller girl. “So, like what you see?” she asked saucily, stopping a few feet away and striking a jaunty pose.
“Very!” Ranma said in a husky voice, and reached for the black-haired girl before her.
“Ah, ah, not yet!” Akane teased, stepping back and turning to her bookbag, pulling out the key for her box of toys. A few moments later she had the blindfold in hand and was just turning around when she felt Ranma’s arms circle around her, pulling her back against the redhead’s substantial chest. Akane shivered at the feel of Ranma’s breath on her neck, then her eyes fell closed and she moaned softly, her knees going weak as Ranma lipped at her ear and her hands ran up her stomach to her breasts.
A few blissful moments later, Ranma’s hands left off their attention to her chest to pluck the blindfold out of her loose grip. “Let’s see, here …” Ranma murmured as she untangled the ties, and Akane’s view of the closet went black as the blindfold dropped down over her eyes and she felt Ranma fumbling with the cords behind her ears and around the back of her head before they went tight. “There! That isn’t too tight, is it?” Ranma asked.
Akane shook her head. “No, it’s fine.”
“Good. Now, where were we?” Ranma’s hands gently turned Akane around then went to each side of her head to tilt it forward, and she felt lips gently brush across her own, then settle into place more firmly. As the kiss deepened, hands ran down along her arms, up her sides, around her back pulling her against her lover’s cushioned chest and her own hands were roaming down, cupping and squeezing Ranma’s firm buttocks, one hand slipping between the two to cup the redhead’s moistening mound and Ranma moaned into her mouth as their tongues slid and circled around and toyed with each other….
And Akane yelped as Ranma swept her off her feet and carried her to their bed, placing her down with her head on the pillows at the foot. A moment later she felt the other girl settle across her and resumed the kiss, her arms going under and around Ranma’s shoulders to pull the two together. Their legs entwined, and both girls gasped as their clits crossed and rubbed.
For a few minutes the two girls moved against each other, rubbing, feeling the juices beginning to flow from each moistening the skin of the other. Then Ranma broke the kiss and Akane felt her pull away. “No....” she moaned, only to fall silent at the feel of a finger pressed gently to her lips.
“Trust me,” Ranma whispered in her ear, then Akane gasped at the feel of Ranma’s lips on the side of her throat, down along her collarbone, trailing down along her upper breast. She again moaned as one of her nipples was gently kissed, then suckled.
“Oh, Ranma, that feels so good, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop....” and she went on repeating her new mantra as Ranma switched her mouth from one breast to the other for several minutes until she again resumed her journey down along her lover’s body, along her stomach, a quick dip into her belly button, down again and Akane twitched with a sucked in breath as Ranma’s tongue flicked across her clit, then ran down along her outer folds, up along between them, then back to dive in as deep as she could get, and Akane lightly shrieked and her hips bucked with her first orgasm. Ranma paused for a moment until her breathing settled slightly, then dove in again, thrusting her tongue in and out, lapping at the juices leaking out, her arms wrapped around Akane’s thighs to hold her down while a thumb repeatedly flicked at Akane’s button until Akane again exploded, writhing and jerking, with nothing light about this shriek.
As Akane lay there shuddering, head thrown back, mouth wide and sucking in air a deep gasps, hands clutching at her breasts, Ranma sat up, reached over to the table and grabbed the thermos, pouring the still-warm water slowly over her head until the familiar barely noticeable tingle of the change swept over her and he quietly put the top back on and placed the thermos back on the table. As Akane’s shuddering eased off, he gently moved her knees up and out, spreading her wide open, then shifted up and reached down to guide his cock into her sopping hole.
Even through her pleasure-haze, Akane gasped as a cold shock ran through her at the feel of Ranma’s cockhead teasing open her folds, gently pushing into her sopping tunnel. He’s doing it — no, she! ‘She’, remember … And even as she felt herself stretching to accommodate the cock slowly pushing in, filling her more and more until their hips met, she cast her mind back the previous night, how she’d gazed up at sweat-slicked face of the redhead she’d dreamed about for long months as the strap-on Ranma wore filled her, seeming to reach to her breastbone.
As Ranma slowly pulled back, then thrust forward, repeated it, again, building up speed a little each time, Akane squeezed at her breasts and lost herself in her memory of the way the redheaded girl had almost leaned on Akane’s spread-open knees, had grabbed her ankles and held her legs wide and open, had closed her eyes, gasping as her now sharply-pointed bountiful breasts had bounced and shook with each thrust....
Ranma stifled a groan as he found a rhythm, steadily thrusting, Akane’s hips jerking up to match him — Careful, Ranma, Akane’s trying ta remember, don’t make it harder than it is. But this was so different from the strap-on, to actually feel the tight wet warmth surrounding him, sucking at him, seeming to pulse, feeling like his balls were boiling, tightening — then he did groan as Akane screamed, head thrown back and back arched, her vagina clamping down on his manhood like a vise, and he stiffened as he seemed to swell and spurt after spurt of his seed splashed into Akane’s depths until there wasn’t room and it oozed out with his thrusts and he slowed and finally, after a last few gentle pumps, pulled back and out.
Down in the outer bath underneath Akane’s and Ranma’s room, Kasumi glanced up from where she leaned against the wall with one hand holding her dress’s skirt up around her waist and her other hand slipped inside her panties rubbing eagerly at her clit as the regular thumping from the room above ended with her youngest sister’s loudest scream yet. Oh, my, Akane is certainly … enthusiastic! the oldest Tendo thought, then gasped as she shuddered with her own orgasm. I’m glad I got home from shopping a little early. Slowly, she pulled her hand free and licked it clean of her juices, then with a sigh pulled off her panties and tossed them in the dirty clothes hamper and grabbed a wash cloth before stepping into the inner bath.
As she wiped herself clean she smiled wistfully. Good for you, little brother — sister. You just go right on making Akane happy, and let her do the same for you. I’m happy for you both. I just wish … I don’t really want to marry anyone, I’m happy where I am — I wouldn’t be doing anything different than I already am if I got married, I like most of the people I’m living with, the chaos around Ranma keeps things lively. But sometimes, a little personal action would be nice. Why did Ono have to be such a gentleman on our dates?
Frowning slightly as she contemplated her pantiesless state, Kasumi shrugged and returned to the cleaning. It’s not like you really need them right now and your dress is long enough — with a sigh — they’re all long enough. And as she finished the cleaning, she whistled quietly, dreaming of a desert island and a tall, shirtless, brawny young man (with more than a passing resemblance to Ranma) slowly removing her blouse….
For a minute Ranma simply sat and smiled at the gasping black-haired girl spread out before him as she went limp, a slight runlet of white juice oozing out of her cleft and dripping onto the bed between her spread-open thighs. Finally, he swung Akane’s left leg across him to join its sister and turned to sit facing the room, his feet on the floor as he reached for the thermos and the washcloth and bowl she’d brought up. Pouring the last of the still-warm water into the bowl, Ranma carefully wiped himself clean of any hint of semen, then placed the bowl back on the table and poured the glass of cool water over his head.
The now female Ranma lay down next to her limp, sweat-slicked lover and reached up to gently slide the blindfold up onto Akane’s forehead. Akane blinked at the sudden light, then as her eyes adjusted smiled up at Ranma. “Well, from all the noise you were making I’d say that wasn’t so bad, now, was it?” Ranma asked with a chuckle, and Akane gave her a happy smile.
“No … it wasn’t. A bit of a shock when you entered me, but your prep work and the memory of last night got me through it.” Then, sobering, she added, “Ranma, while I can’t see me doing this very often, if you want … occasionally …”
But Ranma shook her head. “No, Akane — I promised. Besides, you’d be doin’ it ta make me happy, not because ya want it.”
“But you …” Akane started, but broke off when Ranma leaned over to kiss her.
“But I was already wonderin’ what it’d be like ta do it as a girl before ya asked — practiced a little. I’ve had fun and I’ll have more. I’ll be fine.”
“You’re sure?” Akane asked, then smiled with relief when the redhead nodded. “Good. I’m not sure I could keep it up, but I’m asking so much of you …” She broke off for another kiss, then added when they finally came up for air, “But if I don’t get pregnant this time, and if everything works out with this ceremony, when the time comes in a few years we’re making a baby like this, not in a cold, sterile clinic.”
“Now that I’ll agree with,” Ranma said, and the two cuddled up against each other and drifted off to sleep.
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