Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Memoirs of being in the Saddle ❯ ...Then an obsession ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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It was by sheer accident really. I was on the can when the fight happened, so when I got out, I'd missed the big show and was a bit dejected. I think it was a Hibiki fight, he always made more explosions than most of the others. 

Still, with Hibiki, there was the chance he'd randomly cross paths again and keep fighting, so I searched the trees on the far side of the school.

It had large branches facing away from the windows of the school, which is why I think Ranma went there for cover. 

 

He was currently a she, a thing I was getting surprisingly used to knowing was an actual thing and not some insane violation of reality, and was sopping wet. Were I to guess, Ranma and Ryoga had fought, things had broken -things with water pipes naturally. And, judging from the moderately pissed off and slightly tired look on her face, there had been a fight with Akane, his fiancée, well one of them -not even the first fiancée I was soon to find.

 

Deciding that going back to class was not going to happen, and, going back to the Tendo place was also not going to happen he...she decided to take a nap instead. 

 

And that wasn't going to happen with those sopping wet clothes. 

 

I zoomed in as far as I could go and focused as first her pants were taken off, leaving her in boxers and red Chinese shirt that doubled as a short dress often.

Now, Ranma's girl side isn't as strong as the guy side, that's true, but she could carry and wield Ryoga's heavy ass umbrella with no strain whatsoever when Akane needed both hands to barely lift the damn thing off the ground. So when she rung the pants out, they got rung hard, and placed on a smaller branch to dry.

 

Then she took off her shirt. 

 

Fucking hell those tits. 

 

I can still get a semi in memory of that moment.

Until other fiancées and amazons showed up I'm fairly certain they were the biggest in Nerima, and hell, of a large cross-section of Japan itself.

Big, really big, and on that tiny frame of hers they were huge.

How they were that big and still incredibly perky boggles the mind more than people changing into ducks.

Her nipples were perfectly shaped, and almost the right color for someone with red hair, which was also rare as hell in Japan, especially as naturally vibrant as hers. 

They swelled as her back flexed as she rung the water out of her shirt, and then jiggled as she shook it to get the wrinkles out. 

 

With a teeny modicum of modesty pounded into her skull, she draped the still damp shirt like a blanket on her torso and dozed off.

It wasn't the most comfortable spot -it was a gnarled tree branch after all- and I can only assume she didn't fall off due to some weird martial arts training. 

 

The shirt did though, when she rolled onto her back.

 

I kept the camera on her for two straight hours, until she woke up, swore at the dirty shirt on the ground and the crick in her neck and went home.

I learned a fair bit that day.

 

One, I'd need to take a spare camera, battery, and radio toggle, and get a much better, and closer, view of the tree. I had the experience and skill necessary to hide it and trigger it when I saw Ranma head there in the distance.

Two, and pay real close attention now, when Ranma was dozing on her back, her damp tits pointed to the skies, she moaned in her sleep when the breeze hit her chest.

 

Two, Ranma has very sensitive nipples.