Suddenly human, naked and in Akane’s lap, Ryouga instinctively backed away in a panic as she started screaming and pounding on him. Right back out into the rain.
As Ryouga flopped out of her lap, Akane got to watch the lost boy once again turn into her pet piglet, now scampering away through the rain soaked yard.
The idea P-chan was Ryouga’s cursed form was still percolating through her mind, bringing up a few tidbits of information for her to chew on. Ranma’s surly irritated attitude at both P-chan and Ryouga. Ryouga ‘helping’ Ranma look for a cure.
She’d had a boy in her room that wasn’t Ranma.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, honestly she was most upset right now that she simply hadn’t known. There was some feeling of betrayal, but at the moment she was just shocked that Ryouga was P-chan.
Wondering if Ranma had known brought up her memories of scolding Ranma for picking on P-chan and Ryouga both by calling them the other’s name and generally harassing them. Not only had she missed those obvious hints, she’d defended Ryouga against Ranma. No wonder he was always bothering P-chan when she was hugging the piglet to her chest just to make Ranma jealous.
Okay, now she was upset at Ryouga. How dare he make a fool of her!
Sitting up in one of the taller trees in the yard, Ranma was just above roof level and largely protected from the rain by the branches.
Watching long enough to see P-chan scamper off under the house, Ranma then turned her attention to her own situation.
Finally alone in what seemed like forever, Ranma took a deep breath of the fresh air and let it out, relieving some of her tension. Kasumi and her mother had been wonderful and meant well, but she was beginning to feel suffocated. Their support was great, but she needed some time to herself as well.
Akane hovering nearby as she tried to relax in the dojo had been an entirely different kind of uncomfortable. The tomboy seemed to be in full on kind and worried mode, at least for the moment. She was probably serious about taking responsibility and making up for what had happened.
Seeing Akane brought back to mind the memories of shemale Akane and that accursed lust potion. Those memories were all the worst because the potion had made her an eager participant in them. Even if she could put that nightmare aside, the physical changes that had resulted and still persisted, making her body more sexual, wouldn’t let her ignore what had happened.
She wanted to forget it, to put it out of her mind. Not because she didn’t want some justice, but because it was an open wound, like her fear of cats. People like Nabiki would be all too eager to take advantage of such a weakness.
Grumbling, Ranma pulled at the waistband of her pants, examining her hairless mound.
During her bath earlier that day, she’d realized Kodachi’s bomb hadn’t really been acid. That had been Ryouga mistaken assumption.
From what she can tell, it was something that dissolved fibers like clothing and the hair on her skin. There wasn’t even peach fuzz down there or on her legs now. Because of the way she’d washed afterwards, spreading the substance around, she was now hairless from the neck down. That substance might have also been partially responsible for irritating her skin and making her more sensitive.
Well, at least Kodachi had been aiming at humiliation instead of mutilation and death. That girl hadn’t crossed any red lines yet, so perhaps there was still hope for her.
As for herself, moping about it wasn’t going to help make things any better.
Hopping out of the tree, Ranma alighted on the dojo roof. Resuming her practice, she switched to a more energetic rotational style, each stroke flinging out curving sprays of rain. Without walls to worry about damaging, Ranma was able to enjoy herself a bit, sculpting the wind and rain with her art.
Akane watched in rapt attention as Ranma danced atop the dojo. An arm swept through the air, palm outwards, raining trailing off of spread fingers. It looked like a gentle sweep of the hand, but air pressure turned the rain into a fine mist, pushing it outwards like a bubble. A flip kick created another vacuum bubble in the rain, vortexes of swirling mist dancing along the trailing edge.
Most people would have seen it as Ranma fighting the rain, using bursts of power to create pockets of clear air surrounded by bubbles of compressed rain and wind. Her friends would have found it wondrous and unbelievable.
She knew better, if Ranma wanted to fight the storm, there would be a giant gaping hole in the clouds from a single punch. This was Ranma simply having a bit of fun, becoming one with her art.
The first few minutes after they’d met, she’d thought of Ranma as a female friend.
For the weeks after that, she’d thought of Ranma as an annoyance, looking for any excuse to find fault with him and sink the father’s marriage plans.
It was after Ryouga showed up that first time that she realized Ranma wasn’t merely better than her, he was practically superhuman as a martial artist.
Months after that, he started to move faster than she could track, perform techniques that were clearly supernatural. By then he’d not only moved far past her own abilities, but had started moving past her ability to even understand what he was doing. A sort of magical boyfriend, a young man of fantastical and exotic ability that also happened to magically transform into a cute girl as well.
The Ranma dancing among the rain was more like the Ranma she knew and loved. Different to be sure, but still the same in all the right ways. She’d rather Ranma was wild instead of mopey, angry at her instead of avoiding her.
Ranma landed on the covered walkway between the dojo and house, arms sweeping outwards to form two last gust bubbles in the rain. Ranma glanced at her with piercing blue eyes, wary of her but otherwise neutral. Ranma wasn’t one to share troubles, and considering that she was the one troubling the red-head this time, it was no surprise Ranma was hiding her feelings more than usual.
Sitting on the walkway where it entered the house, Akane stood up, noting that Ranma was damp but not soaked. “I’ll go get you a towel, okay?”
“Mhmm.”
A rather noncommittal answer from Ranma, but Akane rushed off to get a towel anyways. Apparently she didn’t trust her enough to even accept such a simple offer, or was just straight-up feeling unfriendly. It didn’t matter to her either way.
Although she regretted how it had happened, she’d had her first time with Ranma and was now sure of her own feelings. She loved Ranma and wanted her or him, whatever, enough that she was now willing to fight and struggle to make it happen. She’d make steady progress with no more mistakes if she could help it.
When she returned with the towel, she had to pause and gather herself because of the sight that greeted her.
Really, it was just typical Ranma, casually wringing out her top and pants, wearing just her bra and panties. Somehow it was just so different, so incredibly erotic.
A female Ranma, but with the male form’s height and a long ponytail of that lovely crimson red hair. Those firm perky breasts encased in a black bra, a smooth mix of sports bra in the cut of a normal bra. Tapering ribs led to a slender waist that suddenly flared out to broad hips and plump buttcheeks, barely clad in a matching black bikini cut pair of panties. Shapely thighs melded into tapering legs down to slender ankles and petite feet for such a tall girl, all with perfectly smooth skin as silky as pantyhose, as if freshly waxed and polished to such a degree that water was beading on her skin, making it sparkle.
It was like Ranma’s new body had been designed for sex, some pervert had simply made her taller and curvier, keeping some parts petite as others expanded.
Her own arousal was what stopped her short, she hadn’t felt anything this strong except for the other night when she’d lost control of herself. This time however she was completely female, giving her an interesting perverse experience as her womanhood clenched rhythmically with her heart, gushing into her now damp panties.
The small part of her that wanted to scold Ranma for a lack of feminine modesty was staring in shock at Ranma wearing a bra instead of going topless.
After waiting a moment for her to do something, Ranma simply plucked the towel from her numb hands and began drying herself off. Belatedly she realized she should have moved to dry Ranma off herself. While she might finally have the internal conviction to pursue Ranma, she’d been fighting getting closer to Ranma for so long, it felt unnatural to Akane to actually try to move forward.
Ranma finished drying herself off, redressed in her damp clothes and went on her way. Left to herself, Akane went to her room to deal with her sudden bout of arousal.
When she came back down, it was supper time. There was little room for her and Nabiki to interfere as Nodoka and Kasumi gave Ranma lots of attention.
The night time that followed afterwards was disturbingly normal. Disturbing as Akane realized that despite living in the same house, Ranma maintained a fair bit of distance from her so she could have her own personal space at home. With the tension between them, it was difficult for her to breach their normal distance.
Then something abnormal happened. Ranma, Kasumi and Nodoka all went to take a bath together. Ranma being doted on during supper was understandable, and Ranma and Nodoka bathing together wasn’t too shocking. Ranma and Kasumi bathing together? That was strange.
Not knowing what to do to breach their personal barriers, Akane simply watched the aftermath of the three women bathing together.
Ranma and Nodoka were acting like Ranko and Auntie if it hadn’t been a deception. Shy and hesitant, but enjoying their time together. Kasumi was acting somewhere between big sister and friend, mostly treating Ranma like one of her old school-girl friends over for a sleepover.
Ranma was wearing a black satin night gown cut in the style of a Chinese qipao dress and trying to be relaxed about it. Kasumi and Nodoka both were taking care of her hair, with Ranma seemingly content to let them fuss over it instead of worrying about it herself.
Akane thought it couldn’t get any stranger until they went into Kasumi’s room and left the door open as they fussed over Ranma’s hair and looks using Kasumi’s vanity. Then all she could really hear about the situation was Ranma and Kasumi fussing about where exactly Ranma would sleep. Ranma wanted to sleep on a futon, but Kasumi was having none of it, insisting Ranma sleep with her in bed?
Akane couldn’t help but blush when Ranma gave in and Auntie left the room, closing it behind her.
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(Posted Fri, 02 Aug 2013 06:20)
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