Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Nekoken is Out of the Bag ❯ A Cat in the Mountains ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Lord Archive 
Ranma and Akane head out to do some training, hoping it will help him regain control of Nekoken.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.21.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Ranma and Akane head out to do some training, hoping it will help him regain control of Nekoken.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.21.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Nekoken Is Out Of The Bag!
by Lord Archive
Characters are own Rumiko Takahashi and Shogakukan and are used without permission. All rights reserved.
This story takes place after manga volume 38. While at times darker than canon, this series has its share of Takahashi styled humor.
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Chapter 3 - A Cat in the Mountains
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Akane sat on the train, watching Ranma look out the window and wishing she knew how to help him. The entire mess was hurting him, possibly even more than she had been hurt. He was scared of losing control and injuring others and of forcing himself on her again.
The Tendo girl desperately wanted to forget Wednesday night had ever happened. While it may have been caused by his love for her, she had felt no love in it. Her first time was supposed to be special, but it was filled with pain. What was worse, Ranma couldn't even remember losing his virginity. Wednesday wouldn't be the last time either, unless something helped him gain control of Nekoken. She didn't want to associate sex with pain. It was suppose to be a pleasurable experience. But, to remember it otherwise would mean to have sex with him when he was fully human.
Akane sighed, wondering if the question of having sex with Ranma really mattered anymore. Neither of them were virgins and they did love each other. They were engaged and even had parental consent. Was there any reason why they couldn't make love?
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Ranma and Akane were walking towards a mountain they plan on using for their training. Only Akane was breaking any real sweat from their journey so far. They were about an hour from where they would set up camp.
"Why don't we take a break here," Akane said as she eyed the last bit of civilization they were bound to see for the weekend: a store that was part gas station, restaurant, and convenience store.
"Couldn't hurt," Ranma answered, realizing it was already late, and any delay didn't really matter.
They walked in, and sat at the restaurant. After placing their orders, Akane left to get a few items from the store. When she got back Ranma noticed that her face was beet red.
"Are you okay?" Ranma asked.
Akane blinked. "Huh?"
"Your face is all red," Ranma observed.
"Oh, it's nothing." Akane tried to wave his questions off. "I just did something a little embarrassing."
Ranma was confused. "What did ya do?"
Akane fidgeted, unable to meet his gaze. "I'll tell you later."
Ranma might have pressed his questioning, but his food was delivered and his stomach took over his mind.
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Ranma sat at a rock next to the stream, brooding. Akane was in the tent they brought. In their rush to leave, they failed to notice Genma hiding the second tent while they were packing.
"Are you going to sit there all night?" Akane asked as she stuck her head out of the tent.
"Are you sure you want to stay with me?" Ranma questioned. "I might still hurt you."
"I knew the risks when I came here. Besides, I brought a dozen water guns and with that stream there, I should be safe. Now get in here."
Ranma nodded his head and walked over to the tent, and entered.
"A-A-Akane!" Ranma stammered. He saw Akane sitting in the middle of the tent, wearing only her gi top and blushing bright red. "Wh-what? I thought... ah..."
Akane couldn't even look him in the eye. "Ranma, I, ah, think maybe we should, ah, well you know..."
Ranma's mouth opened and closed several times before managing to ask, "Are you suggesting what I think your suggesting?"
Akane finally looked up at him, determination set in her face. "Yes, I think we should have, ah, s-sex. I mean, neither of us are technically virgins, and you can't even remember it. I also want to remember sex with you as something pleasurable, and not something the cat dragged in." She was surprised at the bitterness of her own voice when she had said that last part. She hadn't even meant to bring it up. It had just slipped out.
The Tendo girl frowned at the wounded expression on Ranma's face. She reached out to him and caressed his cheek. "Please, Ranma. If you don't want to do this for yourself, then... do it for me." His eyes widened as she continued, "I... wasn't ready last time. It hurt... a lot. But now, I think I'm ready... if you are...."
Ranma slowly nodded. Akane's hand went from his cheek to behind his head as she leaned forward and started to kiss him.
Ranma started returning the kiss with a passion. Akane continued to lead, letting her hands roam up and down his back. Ranma, not wanting to be left behind, reciprocated.
They both began to moan in shared pleasure as their fingers began to explore each other, touching their beloved in ways they had feared to do so before.
Feeling Akane writhe against him in such ecstasy was starting to affect Ranma in ways he couldn't have imagined before. Ranma pulled back, much to her dismay until she saw him loosening the drawstring of his pants.
Using this break in the action to her advantage, Akane desperately grabbed the paper bag that held her purchases from the store. She pulled out a box of condoms.
Ranma saw them and blinked. "Uh, you want me to use those?"
Akane nodded, "Our lives are complicated enough. I don't want to take any unnecessary risks."
Ranma whined, "Do I have ta?"
Akane nodded. She removed a condom from its packaging and put it on him.
"Ready?" Ranma asked.
Akane nodded. She soon realized she wasn't. She had to bite back a scream, not of pleasure nor pain but of protest. While she knew this was Ranma making love to her, his hard and fast rhythm reminded her too much of the cat.
The intense pleasure Ranma felt from making love to his 'uncute' fiancee was maddening. Lost to his own pleasure he did not notice her face contort as she struggled to understand her own feelings. Though she was not beyond his thoughts as he never truly wanted to do this with anyone but her. When her body squirmed underneath him, it increased the wondrous feelings and he called out her name, "Oh, Akaaaneee...."
The struggle in Akane's mind eased. She felt immense pleasure when he said her name. It was as if she had been blocking herself from enjoying and sharing in Ranma's love until that moment. By hearing her own name, she knew that this wasn't the cat fucking her. That he was truly making love to her and not imagining one of his other suitors.
Ranma wondered for a moment if he had done something wrong when she stopped squirming, but then she began to moan loudly. She then pleaded at him to say her name again, and he did. He kept repeating her name first as long moans of delight, but then becoming snarls of restraint.
Akane began to squirm once again, writhing in the pleasure her 'hated' fiance was giving her with his body and with his words. He had gone a bit dirty, telling her out great her 'tight-ass cunt' was, but that made it better for her. A cat would not be able to say such things, to remember their shared love.
With a final grunt, Ranma's groaned out his lover's name. He held her tightly as his pleasure climaxed. He then gazed at her face, not quite believing what they had just shared.
Akane returned his gaze, but then tears began to leak from her eyes. She grabbed Ranma into a desperate hug as she began to sob. "Why couldn't our first time have been like this? Why?"
Ranma grimaced at her words. He hugged her back and flipped over, so she would be on top of him. He caressed her hair as she cried into his chest. "I'm sorry, Akane. I'm so sorry."
Exhaustion from the trip and from making love, Akane quickly drifted to sleep in his arms. Ranma soon followed her into slumber.
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Akane awakened slowly, relishing Ranma's musky scent. But the lack of the warmth of his body told her he was missing. She looked around the tent for traces of him, vowing to kill him if he had ran away.
She closed her gi top and peeked out of the tent. She looked around for a moment before noticing Ranma in female form sitting in the stream.
"Good morning," Akane greeted happily, exiting the tent.
"Morning," Ranma said, gloomily.
"What's the matter?" she asked with concerned while walking towards her female fiance.
Ranma hugged herself. "I don't want to hurt you again, but I can't control myself in Nekoken. If I went cat now and you couldn't get me wet, I'll r-rape you again. I-I don't think you should..."
Akane interrupted Ranma by kissing her. "I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself. Besides, I might be willing to have sex with your cat side now."
Ranma blinked. "W-what?"
Akane gave a forced smile of determination. "The problem with Wednesday was that I had no warning and no foreplay. The next time something like that happens, and I can't stop you, I'll be more receptive to it. It'll still hurt, but at least I'll be able to get some pleasure from it."
The sometimes girl stared in shock. "How can you say that?"
Akane folded her arms. "I'm here, aren't I?"
Ranma shook her head. "Akane... you're still hurting from what I did to you."
Akane sighed. "Ranma, I'm hurt because something that should've been special to US became meaningless. We were suppose to share in pleasure, but neither us can think of our first time like that. And all because of the stupidity of others." She then made the her lover look her in the face. "Ranma, I'd be lying if I said having sex with your cat side again didn't scare me. But it's a risk that I have to take. If you run from this now, run from me, you'll always be running away like a coward. You'll never be able to love someone in fear of what you could do to them."
Ranma balled her hands into fists wanting to say something to get the girl to see reason.
Akane glared angrily, wanting to get her own message through her lover's thick skull. "Ranma, I can't blame you for Wednesday as you did that out of your love for me. And I'm willing to take the risks your life brings because I love you." She sighed, trying to regain control of herself. "I love you for reasons I can't even begin to name, even if you are a jerk half the time."
"Try all the time," Ranma retorted. "I've been stringing along fiancees just to delay a marriage I wasn't sure I wanted. I've kept an important secret from you because of my stupid pride. Not to mention that I should've either killed myself or married you after Wednesday."
"Don't you dare think about doing something like that! I don't want you to ever consider suicide as way out," Akane said, shaking Ranma.
Saotome sighed. "Akane, I might have to. If I lose control completely..."
"We'll prevent that from happening. Ranma, I am never going to leave you. Not now, not ever. If it takes me marrying you for you to realize this, so be it. I love you and you're stuck with me, now and forever," the Tendo girl stubbornly announced.
"Are you sure about that? I might do something to push you away. Or what happens if I get stuck in this body?" Ranma pressed.
Akane shook her head. "Ranma, after all that shit we've been through already, it'd take an awful lot to push me away. And if you become permanently stuck as a girl, then we go find some Nannichaun to either cure you or curse me."
Ranma feel over, briefly submerging herself into the stream. She then sputtered out, "You'd curse yourself just to stay with me?!"
"Yes." Akane nodded, but didn't really want to pursue that line of discussion and so changed topics. "Now what is this about a secret you've been keeping from me?"
Ranma sighed, trying to figure out how to say this and stay alive. "First, let me explain why I've kept it. I made a promise to not tell anyone about it. That damned promise has kept me from telling you, even though it was abused. I nearly broke it several times because I couldn't stand it."
Akane frowned. "So, you promised not tell me? Why tell me now?"
"Because it's a stupid promise that shouldn't have been kept," Ranma replied bitterly. He hoped Akane would take this well. "It involves Ryoga and why we fight. He's right in saying that he has seen hell for something I did. It began after the missed duel. He tried to follow me to get his man-to-man fight. He followed me all the way to China and... Jusenkyo."
Akane eyes widened, she wasn't sure what he was about to say, but she knew she wasn't going to like it.
Ranma looked down into the stream, she did not want to see Akane's reaction. "He was on a cliff over looking the pools when... a panda that was being chased by an enraged girl passed by. The panda knocked him off balance, and I, being the girl, knocked him into the cursed pool of drowned... black... piglet."
Akane blinked. "You're expecting me to believe Ryoga is P-Chan?"
Ranma slapped herself in the head. "YES! Because it's the truth. Have you ever noticed that they both wear the same bandanna. They both get lost weeks at a time. While they are never seen together at the same time, that when one of them shows up, the other tends to appear a little later. That he avoids water like the plague."
"But I've seen him wet," Akane protested.
"After he got Shampoo's water-proof soap," Ranma corrected.
Akane shook her head. "I don't understand. Why would he do that?"
"Because he loves you, and that is the only way you've shown him affection," Ranma answered flatly.
Akane stared in disbelief. "He... loves... me?"
Ranma nodded curtly. "Yes."
The Tendo girl shook her head in denial. "I don't believe you."
Ranma shook her head. "It's a simple matter of finding out if I'm telling the truth. Give P-Chan a hot bath or get Ryoga wet. Besides, why the hell do you think I've been jealous of a pig if that's all he was?"
Akane stared at her lover. "You're serious?"
Ranma folded her arms in defiance. "Damn straight. I am not letting you sleep with P-Chan unless you can prove I'm lying."
"Fine! The next time I see P-Chan, he gets a hot bath." Akane stomped off to the tent. The whole idea that Ryoga of all people would be someones pet was ludicrous to her. Shy, innocent and gullible Hibiki would never do anything so perverted and devious.
Ranma continued to soak it the stream's water, wishing Akane would believe her for once.
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Hours later Ranma and Akane sat by the camp fire. Neither had said nor done anything since morning.
They said each other's name simultaneously.
Akane sighed. They were her to help her lover with his problems, yet what he said about Ryoga undermined the entire purpose of the trip so far. "Ranma, I'm sorry I don't believe you... It's just I can't believe he'd do that. I can't see anyone willing be a pet."
"What about Pop?" Ranma jokingly interrupted.
"Okay, I guess he might be a pet, but I can't see Ryoga doing that. Also, I can't believe he would do something so low... so perverted." Akane stared into the fire. "It'd mean he slept in my bed and seen me undressed. He'd know almost all of my deepest secrets."
Ranma blinked. "Almost?"
Akane laughed a little nervously. "Well, I've never voiced my love for you before last Monday. Until China, I've tried to deny it, and I couldn't even bring myself to tell P-Chan. Besides, I couldn't risk Nabiki or anyone else listening in."
"What will you do when you find out I told the truth?" Ranma asked dully.
Akane glared. "IF you told me the truth, I'll... I'll probably send him to the vets. If you lied to me, you'll have some explaining to do."
"I hope he didn't find some temporary cure," Ranma commented.
Akane was shaken by Ranma words. He had stated matter-of-factly that Ryoga was P-Chan, and he hadn't shown any signs that this was a joke. Akane knew it was a joke, either Ranma's, which she hoped it was, or Ryoga's, which the gods had better help him if that's the case.
After a long silence, Ranma asked, "Akane, are you still planning to fight Shampoo?"
"Yes," Akane replied.
Ranma sighed, he didn't exactly want to do this in case he hurt her, but not doing so would get her hurt in the battle. "Then I guess I better train you."
Akane scowled darkly. "You make it sound like there is no way I can beat her."
Ranma shook his head. "You may be good, but Shampoo is better. She's been trained as a fighter since she could walk. You've been training as it's something to do."
"I still say I can take her," Akane insisted.
Ranma was still shaking his head. He had to keep himself from insulting her as he didn't want another fight, especially over this. She needed training, otherwise her chance of winning would be purely on dumb luck. "Maybe you could, but I can help make sure you win."
Akane nodded, grinning. With Ranma training her for real, she believed she would be able to defeat Shampoo easily.
Ranma continued to think of just how to train the girl so that her chances went from less than one percent, to a hopeful ten percent and didn't get her killed in the process.
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A short distance from camp, Ranma spent several minutes carving a flat, square area on the side of a large, dead tree which had a diameter of a couple meters. He motioned for Akane to come over.
"For your first lesson, I'd like to work on speed. Your strength, as good as it is, means nothing if you never land a blow," Ranma began.
"So, how come I'm not learning chestnut fist?" Akane asked.
"Because you're not fast enough yet. I was a lot faster than you before learning that move. Hopefully, you'll be fast enough to attempt it by the end of the weekend," Ranma told her, but seriously doubted she could gain enough speed to attempt it if she had a month of solid training.
Akane was a little angry at him for degrading her skill, but nodded. She wanted to be trained, so getting into a fight about it wouldn't help.
Ranma pointed to the square he cut into the tree. "To begin this lesson, I'd like you to punch this area as fast as you can. Don't worry about putting any strength into it, just work on speed."
"Okay."
Akane punched the area several times before Ranma stopped her, shaking his head. "Akane, you're putting to much power in those punches. Concentrate on speed, like this." Ranma tapped Akane two dozen times in a second. "Just connect your punches with the tree, don't try to hurt it."
Akane resumed punching the area. Ranma coached her from the side usually saying either, "faster" or "less power." His words were really beginning to annoy her.
After an hour, Ranma shook his head at the lack of improvement. "Keep at it.
I'll cook lunch."
"I should make you lunch," Akane replied stopping her attack on the tree.
"No," Ranma replied, becoming nervous. "You should continue training. You
won't learn chestnut fist if you're the one cooking."
Akane scowled, suspecting the true reason was because he didn't want her to cook. While he did have a point, she wasn't going to let this slide completely. "Okay... but I'm cooking dinner for you Tuesday."
Ranma shivered. "Okay, now get back to training."
Akane nodded and returned to punching the tree.
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Akane sat down by the camp fire, her arms hung loosely to her side. It took some effort for her to pick up a plate that held her lunch.
"How do your arms feel?" Ranma asked.
"Perfectly fine," Akane obstinately lied.
"Whatever," Ranma smirked. "By the way, afternoon training works on the legs."
Akane sighed, "What training is that?"
"A game of tag, and you're it. You'll also be wearing leg weights."
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Akane chased after Ranma, over the hills and through the woods.
"Hey, move it faster, a snail just passed you up," Ranma called out. He regretted insulting her now, but he knew she'd be better motivated to chase after him by doing so.
"You're not the one that's wearing the leg weights!" Akane angrily retorted.
Ranma stuck his tongue out at her. "I thought you're a martial artist, you should be able to handle such minor obstacles."
Akane snarled, "Get back, here you JERK!"
Several minutes passed as Akane chased Ranma. A predatory gleam came to Akane's eyes as she saw Ranma make a sharp turn. Cutting the angle of her own turn to intercept him, she leapt at him and managed to slam him into the tree.
"Ow," Ranma uttered before laughing. "You actually caught me."
"Yes, I did." Akane smirked. "So, if a snail passed me up, then how did I get you?"
"Aw, I only said it to motivate you. Do you think you would've touched me if I didn't?" Ranma shot back.
Akane blinked. "You said it to motivate me?"
Ranma nodded and began speaking as if he was unveiling sage advice, "Yeah, most of the time I say something insulting, it's to point out a weakness and hope the person would be motivated to fix it. The more I insult it, the more I feel it needs improving."
"Hey, you constantly insult my figure," Akane growled.
Ranma gulped. "T-that's different. I've been insulting that to, well, make our parents think I wasn't attracted to you. If I kept saying you were cute, they'd have us married already."
Akane blinked and stammered out, "Y-you think I'm cute?"
"Um, yes," he answered, blushing.
Akane reached over and started to kiss Ranma. They lost themselves in their passionate embrace. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies on their own accord.
The Tendo girl could not believe how aroused she was feeling. She already felt closer to orgasm than she had last night. And as much as she wanted to continue this here and now, the animalistic nature of sex still unnerved her and the condoms were back at the tent. If she was going to stop it she had to do that now. "Ranma, as much as I'd like to keep going, shouldn't we get back to training?"
Saotome pouted like a hurt little boy. "I... guess." He certainly didn't want to stop now, but there was no way in Hell he'd force himself on her.
Akane gave him a quick peck on the lips. "We can finish this tonight."
Ranma nodded. The promise for later didn't really help the raging erection she had incited.
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Akane knelt at the edge of the stream, with Ranma standing beside her.
"All right Akane, first attempt. GO!" Ranma called.
Akane's arms dashed into the stream, splashing water everywhere.
"I caught one." Akane said gleefully.
"Yeah, you caught one," Ranma replied, spitting out water from her now female form. "Akane, the idea to do it so as not to get wet. It is NOT to get everything wet."
Akane looked at Ranma sheepishly. "Sorry."
"Try it again without splashing everything, or I sleep like this tonight."
"Are you give me an incentive to fail?" Akane smirked.
"W-what?" Ranma stammered.
"Well, I am, kinda, sorta, interested in seeing what it would be like to make love with you in that form." Akane's face turned crimson red.
Ranma shook her head, and then grinned when she got an idea. "If you can attempt the move without splashing everything, then you get choice of which form I'll be in tonight."
"Deal," Akane grinned.
After an hour of trying, Akane attempted the move without excessive splashing. She still wasn't anywhere near the speed she needed for Chestnut Fist, but she was finally improving and did managed catch two fish to cook for dinner. After dinner she returned to the tree and started to punch it for a couple hours before going back to the tent for the night.
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Ranma sat sheepishly in the center of the tent as a girl, wearing only her red Chinese shirt. She wondered if Akane felt this scared when she had... attacked her. This was something she had NEVER wanted to do. Had vowed to never do. But there was one, and only one reason, she was willing to submit to this: because she had hurt Akane. She loved the girl and yet betrayed her. She took something that couldn't be given back. This would be her punishment. To submit herself to whatever sexual desires her fiancee had to make up for the theft of virginity by being raped.
Waiting for Akane to return to the tent became its own torture. Part of her wanted this over with, while the rest of her dreaded it happening.
Finally the Tendo girl arrived and giggled at the sight of her. "Did I look like that last night?"
Ranma nodded, blushing deeper.
"Do you want to lead?" Akane asked.
Ranma shook her head.
Akane sighed, most of her fantasies about Ranma had him being the aggressor, yet so far he hadn't shown much initiative on his own. Though her dreams of this wouldn't be a total waste, just a reversal of roles. And frankly, she didn't know if she could handle an aggressive lover yet.
Akane was certainly in control the entire time. Even after allowing her lover to return to being a guy, she remained on top. That position of authority allowed her to focus solely on making love as it was nothing like the horrid night when they were at the mercy of Nekoken.
by Lord Archive
Characters are own Rumiko Takahashi and Shogakukan and are used without permission. All rights reserved.
This story takes place after manga volume 38. While at times darker than canon, this series has its share of Takahashi styled humor.
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Chapter 3 - A Cat in the Mountains
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Akane sat on the train, watching Ranma look out the window and wishing she knew how to help him. The entire mess was hurting him, possibly even more than she had been hurt. He was scared of losing control and injuring others and of forcing himself on her again.
The Tendo girl desperately wanted to forget Wednesday night had ever happened. While it may have been caused by his love for her, she had felt no love in it. Her first time was supposed to be special, but it was filled with pain. What was worse, Ranma couldn't even remember losing his virginity. Wednesday wouldn't be the last time either, unless something helped him gain control of Nekoken. She didn't want to associate sex with pain. It was suppose to be a pleasurable experience. But, to remember it otherwise would mean to have sex with him when he was fully human.
Akane sighed, wondering if the question of having sex with Ranma really mattered anymore. Neither of them were virgins and they did love each other. They were engaged and even had parental consent. Was there any reason why they couldn't make love?
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Ranma and Akane were walking towards a mountain they plan on using for their training. Only Akane was breaking any real sweat from their journey so far. They were about an hour from where they would set up camp.
"Why don't we take a break here," Akane said as she eyed the last bit of civilization they were bound to see for the weekend: a store that was part gas station, restaurant, and convenience store.
"Couldn't hurt," Ranma answered, realizing it was already late, and any delay didn't really matter.
They walked in, and sat at the restaurant. After placing their orders, Akane left to get a few items from the store. When she got back Ranma noticed that her face was beet red.
"Are you okay?" Ranma asked.
Akane blinked. "Huh?"
"Your face is all red," Ranma observed.
"Oh, it's nothing." Akane tried to wave his questions off. "I just did something a little embarrassing."
Ranma was confused. "What did ya do?"
Akane fidgeted, unable to meet his gaze. "I'll tell you later."
Ranma might have pressed his questioning, but his food was delivered and his stomach took over his mind.
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Ranma sat at a rock next to the stream, brooding. Akane was in the tent they brought. In their rush to leave, they failed to notice Genma hiding the second tent while they were packing.
"Are you going to sit there all night?" Akane asked as she stuck her head out of the tent.
"Are you sure you want to stay with me?" Ranma questioned. "I might still hurt you."
"I knew the risks when I came here. Besides, I brought a dozen water guns and with that stream there, I should be safe. Now get in here."
Ranma nodded his head and walked over to the tent, and entered.
"A-A-Akane!" Ranma stammered. He saw Akane sitting in the middle of the tent, wearing only her gi top and blushing bright red. "Wh-what? I thought... ah..."
Akane couldn't even look him in the eye. "Ranma, I, ah, think maybe we should, ah, well you know..."
Ranma's mouth opened and closed several times before managing to ask, "Are you suggesting what I think your suggesting?"
Akane finally looked up at him, determination set in her face. "Yes, I think we should have, ah, s-sex. I mean, neither of us are technically virgins, and you can't even remember it. I also want to remember sex with you as something pleasurable, and not something the cat dragged in." She was surprised at the bitterness of her own voice when she had said that last part. She hadn't even meant to bring it up. It had just slipped out.
The Tendo girl frowned at the wounded expression on Ranma's face. She reached out to him and caressed his cheek. "Please, Ranma. If you don't want to do this for yourself, then... do it for me." His eyes widened as she continued, "I... wasn't ready last time. It hurt... a lot. But now, I think I'm ready... if you are...."
Ranma slowly nodded. Akane's hand went from his cheek to behind his head as she leaned forward and started to kiss him.
Ranma started returning the kiss with a passion. Akane continued to lead, letting her hands roam up and down his back. Ranma, not wanting to be left behind, reciprocated.
They both began to moan in shared pleasure as their fingers began to explore each other, touching their beloved in ways they had feared to do so before.
Feeling Akane writhe against him in such ecstasy was starting to affect Ranma in ways he couldn't have imagined before. Ranma pulled back, much to her dismay until she saw him loosening the drawstring of his pants.
Using this break in the action to her advantage, Akane desperately grabbed the paper bag that held her purchases from the store. She pulled out a box of condoms.
Ranma saw them and blinked. "Uh, you want me to use those?"
Akane nodded, "Our lives are complicated enough. I don't want to take any unnecessary risks."
Ranma whined, "Do I have ta?"
Akane nodded. She removed a condom from its packaging and put it on him.
"Ready?" Ranma asked.
Akane nodded. She soon realized she wasn't. She had to bite back a scream, not of pleasure nor pain but of protest. While she knew this was Ranma making love to her, his hard and fast rhythm reminded her too much of the cat.
The intense pleasure Ranma felt from making love to his 'uncute' fiancee was maddening. Lost to his own pleasure he did not notice her face contort as she struggled to understand her own feelings. Though she was not beyond his thoughts as he never truly wanted to do this with anyone but her. When her body squirmed underneath him, it increased the wondrous feelings and he called out her name, "Oh, Akaaaneee...."
The struggle in Akane's mind eased. She felt immense pleasure when he said her name. It was as if she had been blocking herself from enjoying and sharing in Ranma's love until that moment. By hearing her own name, she knew that this wasn't the cat fucking her. That he was truly making love to her and not imagining one of his other suitors.
Ranma wondered for a moment if he had done something wrong when she stopped squirming, but then she began to moan loudly. She then pleaded at him to say her name again, and he did. He kept repeating her name first as long moans of delight, but then becoming snarls of restraint.
Akane began to squirm once again, writhing in the pleasure her 'hated' fiance was giving her with his body and with his words. He had gone a bit dirty, telling her out great her 'tight-ass cunt' was, but that made it better for her. A cat would not be able to say such things, to remember their shared love.
With a final grunt, Ranma's groaned out his lover's name. He held her tightly as his pleasure climaxed. He then gazed at her face, not quite believing what they had just shared.
Akane returned his gaze, but then tears began to leak from her eyes. She grabbed Ranma into a desperate hug as she began to sob. "Why couldn't our first time have been like this? Why?"
Ranma grimaced at her words. He hugged her back and flipped over, so she would be on top of him. He caressed her hair as she cried into his chest. "I'm sorry, Akane. I'm so sorry."
Exhaustion from the trip and from making love, Akane quickly drifted to sleep in his arms. Ranma soon followed her into slumber.
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Akane awakened slowly, relishing Ranma's musky scent. But the lack of the warmth of his body told her he was missing. She looked around the tent for traces of him, vowing to kill him if he had ran away.
She closed her gi top and peeked out of the tent. She looked around for a moment before noticing Ranma in female form sitting in the stream.
"Good morning," Akane greeted happily, exiting the tent.
"Morning," Ranma said, gloomily.
"What's the matter?" she asked with concerned while walking towards her female fiance.
Ranma hugged herself. "I don't want to hurt you again, but I can't control myself in Nekoken. If I went cat now and you couldn't get me wet, I'll r-rape you again. I-I don't think you should..."
Akane interrupted Ranma by kissing her. "I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself. Besides, I might be willing to have sex with your cat side now."
Ranma blinked. "W-what?"
Akane gave a forced smile of determination. "The problem with Wednesday was that I had no warning and no foreplay. The next time something like that happens, and I can't stop you, I'll be more receptive to it. It'll still hurt, but at least I'll be able to get some pleasure from it."
The sometimes girl stared in shock. "How can you say that?"
Akane folded her arms. "I'm here, aren't I?"
Ranma shook her head. "Akane... you're still hurting from what I did to you."
Akane sighed. "Ranma, I'm hurt because something that should've been special to US became meaningless. We were suppose to share in pleasure, but neither us can think of our first time like that. And all because of the stupidity of others." She then made the her lover look her in the face. "Ranma, I'd be lying if I said having sex with your cat side again didn't scare me. But it's a risk that I have to take. If you run from this now, run from me, you'll always be running away like a coward. You'll never be able to love someone in fear of what you could do to them."
Ranma balled her hands into fists wanting to say something to get the girl to see reason.
Akane glared angrily, wanting to get her own message through her lover's thick skull. "Ranma, I can't blame you for Wednesday as you did that out of your love for me. And I'm willing to take the risks your life brings because I love you." She sighed, trying to regain control of herself. "I love you for reasons I can't even begin to name, even if you are a jerk half the time."
"Try all the time," Ranma retorted. "I've been stringing along fiancees just to delay a marriage I wasn't sure I wanted. I've kept an important secret from you because of my stupid pride. Not to mention that I should've either killed myself or married you after Wednesday."
"Don't you dare think about doing something like that! I don't want you to ever consider suicide as way out," Akane said, shaking Ranma.
Saotome sighed. "Akane, I might have to. If I lose control completely..."
"We'll prevent that from happening. Ranma, I am never going to leave you. Not now, not ever. If it takes me marrying you for you to realize this, so be it. I love you and you're stuck with me, now and forever," the Tendo girl stubbornly announced.
"Are you sure about that? I might do something to push you away. Or what happens if I get stuck in this body?" Ranma pressed.
Akane shook her head. "Ranma, after all that shit we've been through already, it'd take an awful lot to push me away. And if you become permanently stuck as a girl, then we go find some Nannichaun to either cure you or curse me."
Ranma feel over, briefly submerging herself into the stream. She then sputtered out, "You'd curse yourself just to stay with me?!"
"Yes." Akane nodded, but didn't really want to pursue that line of discussion and so changed topics. "Now what is this about a secret you've been keeping from me?"
Ranma sighed, trying to figure out how to say this and stay alive. "First, let me explain why I've kept it. I made a promise to not tell anyone about it. That damned promise has kept me from telling you, even though it was abused. I nearly broke it several times because I couldn't stand it."
Akane frowned. "So, you promised not tell me? Why tell me now?"
"Because it's a stupid promise that shouldn't have been kept," Ranma replied bitterly. He hoped Akane would take this well. "It involves Ryoga and why we fight. He's right in saying that he has seen hell for something I did. It began after the missed duel. He tried to follow me to get his man-to-man fight. He followed me all the way to China and... Jusenkyo."
Akane eyes widened, she wasn't sure what he was about to say, but she knew she wasn't going to like it.
Ranma looked down into the stream, she did not want to see Akane's reaction. "He was on a cliff over looking the pools when... a panda that was being chased by an enraged girl passed by. The panda knocked him off balance, and I, being the girl, knocked him into the cursed pool of drowned... black... piglet."
Akane blinked. "You're expecting me to believe Ryoga is P-Chan?"
Ranma slapped herself in the head. "YES! Because it's the truth. Have you ever noticed that they both wear the same bandanna. They both get lost weeks at a time. While they are never seen together at the same time, that when one of them shows up, the other tends to appear a little later. That he avoids water like the plague."
"But I've seen him wet," Akane protested.
"After he got Shampoo's water-proof soap," Ranma corrected.
Akane shook her head. "I don't understand. Why would he do that?"
"Because he loves you, and that is the only way you've shown him affection," Ranma answered flatly.
Akane stared in disbelief. "He... loves... me?"
Ranma nodded curtly. "Yes."
The Tendo girl shook her head in denial. "I don't believe you."
Ranma shook her head. "It's a simple matter of finding out if I'm telling the truth. Give P-Chan a hot bath or get Ryoga wet. Besides, why the hell do you think I've been jealous of a pig if that's all he was?"
Akane stared at her lover. "You're serious?"
Ranma folded her arms in defiance. "Damn straight. I am not letting you sleep with P-Chan unless you can prove I'm lying."
"Fine! The next time I see P-Chan, he gets a hot bath." Akane stomped off to the tent. The whole idea that Ryoga of all people would be someones pet was ludicrous to her. Shy, innocent and gullible Hibiki would never do anything so perverted and devious.
Ranma continued to soak it the stream's water, wishing Akane would believe her for once.
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Hours later Ranma and Akane sat by the camp fire. Neither had said nor done anything since morning.
They said each other's name simultaneously.
Akane sighed. They were her to help her lover with his problems, yet what he said about Ryoga undermined the entire purpose of the trip so far. "Ranma, I'm sorry I don't believe you... It's just I can't believe he'd do that. I can't see anyone willing be a pet."
"What about Pop?" Ranma jokingly interrupted.
"Okay, I guess he might be a pet, but I can't see Ryoga doing that. Also, I can't believe he would do something so low... so perverted." Akane stared into the fire. "It'd mean he slept in my bed and seen me undressed. He'd know almost all of my deepest secrets."
Ranma blinked. "Almost?"
Akane laughed a little nervously. "Well, I've never voiced my love for you before last Monday. Until China, I've tried to deny it, and I couldn't even bring myself to tell P-Chan. Besides, I couldn't risk Nabiki or anyone else listening in."
"What will you do when you find out I told the truth?" Ranma asked dully.
Akane glared. "IF you told me the truth, I'll... I'll probably send him to the vets. If you lied to me, you'll have some explaining to do."
"I hope he didn't find some temporary cure," Ranma commented.
Akane was shaken by Ranma words. He had stated matter-of-factly that Ryoga was P-Chan, and he hadn't shown any signs that this was a joke. Akane knew it was a joke, either Ranma's, which she hoped it was, or Ryoga's, which the gods had better help him if that's the case.
After a long silence, Ranma asked, "Akane, are you still planning to fight Shampoo?"
"Yes," Akane replied.
Ranma sighed, he didn't exactly want to do this in case he hurt her, but not doing so would get her hurt in the battle. "Then I guess I better train you."
Akane scowled darkly. "You make it sound like there is no way I can beat her."
Ranma shook his head. "You may be good, but Shampoo is better. She's been trained as a fighter since she could walk. You've been training as it's something to do."
"I still say I can take her," Akane insisted.
Ranma was still shaking his head. He had to keep himself from insulting her as he didn't want another fight, especially over this. She needed training, otherwise her chance of winning would be purely on dumb luck. "Maybe you could, but I can help make sure you win."
Akane nodded, grinning. With Ranma training her for real, she believed she would be able to defeat Shampoo easily.
Ranma continued to think of just how to train the girl so that her chances went from less than one percent, to a hopeful ten percent and didn't get her killed in the process.
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A short distance from camp, Ranma spent several minutes carving a flat, square area on the side of a large, dead tree which had a diameter of a couple meters. He motioned for Akane to come over.
"For your first lesson, I'd like to work on speed. Your strength, as good as it is, means nothing if you never land a blow," Ranma began.
"So, how come I'm not learning chestnut fist?" Akane asked.
"Because you're not fast enough yet. I was a lot faster than you before learning that move. Hopefully, you'll be fast enough to attempt it by the end of the weekend," Ranma told her, but seriously doubted she could gain enough speed to attempt it if she had a month of solid training.
Akane was a little angry at him for degrading her skill, but nodded. She wanted to be trained, so getting into a fight about it wouldn't help.
Ranma pointed to the square he cut into the tree. "To begin this lesson, I'd like you to punch this area as fast as you can. Don't worry about putting any strength into it, just work on speed."
"Okay."
Akane punched the area several times before Ranma stopped her, shaking his head. "Akane, you're putting to much power in those punches. Concentrate on speed, like this." Ranma tapped Akane two dozen times in a second. "Just connect your punches with the tree, don't try to hurt it."
Akane resumed punching the area. Ranma coached her from the side usually saying either, "faster" or "less power." His words were really beginning to annoy her.
After an hour, Ranma shook his head at the lack of improvement. "Keep at it.
I'll cook lunch."
"I should make you lunch," Akane replied stopping her attack on the tree.
"No," Ranma replied, becoming nervous. "You should continue training. You
won't learn chestnut fist if you're the one cooking."
Akane scowled, suspecting the true reason was because he didn't want her to cook. While he did have a point, she wasn't going to let this slide completely. "Okay... but I'm cooking dinner for you Tuesday."
Ranma shivered. "Okay, now get back to training."
Akane nodded and returned to punching the tree.
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Akane sat down by the camp fire, her arms hung loosely to her side. It took some effort for her to pick up a plate that held her lunch.
"How do your arms feel?" Ranma asked.
"Perfectly fine," Akane obstinately lied.
"Whatever," Ranma smirked. "By the way, afternoon training works on the legs."
Akane sighed, "What training is that?"
"A game of tag, and you're it. You'll also be wearing leg weights."
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Akane chased after Ranma, over the hills and through the woods.
"Hey, move it faster, a snail just passed you up," Ranma called out. He regretted insulting her now, but he knew she'd be better motivated to chase after him by doing so.
"You're not the one that's wearing the leg weights!" Akane angrily retorted.
Ranma stuck his tongue out at her. "I thought you're a martial artist, you should be able to handle such minor obstacles."
Akane snarled, "Get back, here you JERK!"
Several minutes passed as Akane chased Ranma. A predatory gleam came to Akane's eyes as she saw Ranma make a sharp turn. Cutting the angle of her own turn to intercept him, she leapt at him and managed to slam him into the tree.
"Ow," Ranma uttered before laughing. "You actually caught me."
"Yes, I did." Akane smirked. "So, if a snail passed me up, then how did I get you?"
"Aw, I only said it to motivate you. Do you think you would've touched me if I didn't?" Ranma shot back.
Akane blinked. "You said it to motivate me?"
Ranma nodded and began speaking as if he was unveiling sage advice, "Yeah, most of the time I say something insulting, it's to point out a weakness and hope the person would be motivated to fix it. The more I insult it, the more I feel it needs improving."
"Hey, you constantly insult my figure," Akane growled.
Ranma gulped. "T-that's different. I've been insulting that to, well, make our parents think I wasn't attracted to you. If I kept saying you were cute, they'd have us married already."
Akane blinked and stammered out, "Y-you think I'm cute?"
"Um, yes," he answered, blushing.
Akane reached over and started to kiss Ranma. They lost themselves in their passionate embrace. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies on their own accord.
The Tendo girl could not believe how aroused she was feeling. She already felt closer to orgasm than she had last night. And as much as she wanted to continue this here and now, the animalistic nature of sex still unnerved her and the condoms were back at the tent. If she was going to stop it she had to do that now. "Ranma, as much as I'd like to keep going, shouldn't we get back to training?"
Saotome pouted like a hurt little boy. "I... guess." He certainly didn't want to stop now, but there was no way in Hell he'd force himself on her.
Akane gave him a quick peck on the lips. "We can finish this tonight."
Ranma nodded. The promise for later didn't really help the raging erection she had incited.
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Akane knelt at the edge of the stream, with Ranma standing beside her.
"All right Akane, first attempt. GO!" Ranma called.
Akane's arms dashed into the stream, splashing water everywhere.
"I caught one." Akane said gleefully.
"Yeah, you caught one," Ranma replied, spitting out water from her now female form. "Akane, the idea to do it so as not to get wet. It is NOT to get everything wet."
Akane looked at Ranma sheepishly. "Sorry."
"Try it again without splashing everything, or I sleep like this tonight."
"Are you give me an incentive to fail?" Akane smirked.
"W-what?" Ranma stammered.
"Well, I am, kinda, sorta, interested in seeing what it would be like to make love with you in that form." Akane's face turned crimson red.
Ranma shook her head, and then grinned when she got an idea. "If you can attempt the move without splashing everything, then you get choice of which form I'll be in tonight."
"Deal," Akane grinned.
After an hour of trying, Akane attempted the move without excessive splashing. She still wasn't anywhere near the speed she needed for Chestnut Fist, but she was finally improving and did managed catch two fish to cook for dinner. After dinner she returned to the tree and started to punch it for a couple hours before going back to the tent for the night.
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Ranma sat sheepishly in the center of the tent as a girl, wearing only her red Chinese shirt. She wondered if Akane felt this scared when she had... attacked her. This was something she had NEVER wanted to do. Had vowed to never do. But there was one, and only one reason, she was willing to submit to this: because she had hurt Akane. She loved the girl and yet betrayed her. She took something that couldn't be given back. This would be her punishment. To submit herself to whatever sexual desires her fiancee had to make up for the theft of virginity by being raped.
Waiting for Akane to return to the tent became its own torture. Part of her wanted this over with, while the rest of her dreaded it happening.
Finally the Tendo girl arrived and giggled at the sight of her. "Did I look like that last night?"
Ranma nodded, blushing deeper.
"Do you want to lead?" Akane asked.
Ranma shook her head.
Akane sighed, most of her fantasies about Ranma had him being the aggressor, yet so far he hadn't shown much initiative on his own. Though her dreams of this wouldn't be a total waste, just a reversal of roles. And frankly, she didn't know if she could handle an aggressive lover yet.
Akane was certainly in control the entire time. Even after allowing her lover to return to being a guy, she remained on top. That position of authority allowed her to focus solely on making love as it was nothing like the horrid night when they were at the mercy of Nekoken.