Rival

by icookiclean

Summary:

The nineties have arrived. And yet, Ranma Saotome has never "experimented" in his girl form.

On a school break, he decides to head back to Nerima and curiosity gets the better of him.

Maybe trying out something with his number one rival would be interesting, to say the least (and later on with rival number two!).

Chapter 1: Route

Notes:

The time has come! The idea for this fic has been around with me probably since 2007. Been a fan wayyyy longer than that. It's only now that I gained the confidence to make this story happen.

He/him/his for male Ranma
She/her/hers for female Ranma

Enjoy, dearest reader.

Tokyo. 1994.

Twenty three year old Ranma couldn't quite believe he was back in Nerima.

Spring break had just begun for university students all across the country and that included the young, pigtailed man - but it was especially most awaited because somehow he got away with vacation from part time work as well. Martial arts was his life, almost as if it ran in his bloodstream, but work was work. He needed a break from teaching the basics four times a week at the local martial arts kids studio when not drowning in his class assignments. Graduation was on the horizon and the last thing Ranma needed was a mental breakdown.

The morning air was light and crisp as Ranma strode along the concrete sidewalk carrying his backpack and both hands in his pockets. He could've tightrope walked on the fences but he wanted to take in all the surroundings and soak in the nostalgia. Four years away from Nerima felt like an eternity for Ranma.

The past events leading up to this point in his life seemed a little inconsequential at the moment, but back then they shattered his world for a while.

It was a few months after he and Akane had both turned eighteen. They still weren't officially dating yet despite being betrothed years before. One emotional, private moment together led to another, and before they knew it they were laying in Akane's bed at midnight, naked and having taken each other's virginity.

Thus conflicting emotions came forth for the two. Out of sheer happiness Ranma could have leapt ten feet in the air at any moment's notice and not give a damn about any violent suitor, bloodthirsty rival, and panty stealing thief. At the same time, "what now", and "what are we?" nagged at the back of his brain. Akane didn't fare any better; she juggled having to feel both ecstasy from the physical passion she experienced and guilt from engaging in premarital sex.

Despite this, many months after that they ended up sneakily and hurriedly doing it a second time in the Tendo family dojo.

In what felt like a blink of an eye, Akane went on to pursue her university studies several cities away, vaguely hinting to Ranma that she needed to "sort her thoughts out," and put their engagement on hold. Not called off, just on hold.

How the hell was a then just turned nineteen year old Ranma supposed to digest all that? It felt like a gut punch to him at the time.

Another year came and went. Most people in Nerima seemed to have moved on with their lives and so did Ranma. There was no true heartbreak to get over. No closure needed. All he and Akane did was sleep together twice. Gotta move on like the rest. The pig-tailed boy would've never imagined he'd be accepted into a university through their varsity scholarship program, specifically in martial arts, naturally. The world was his oyster at this point, and his pops seemed supportive enough.

Tokyo. 1993.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't know Ranma already had a girl in here-"

"KATY. Relax. It's me. Ranma. It's my fault I... didn't tell you sooner."

Ranma also would've never imagined he'd end up having a one night stand with a foreign exchange student by the end of his junior year. She had a surname he hardly remembered because he couldn't pronounce it in the first place. She was proudly British American but that didn't mean much to Ranma. All he knew was that she was hot when he had his beer goggles on and thank god she was still hot the next morning as she stood in only panties and his t-shirt, her mouth agape, eyes staring at Ranma's naked girl body in the shower.

Ranma had to give the foreign girl credit. Katy already had to deal with several culture shock lessons every week, and now here she was getting her mind blown as the red haired, pigtailed girl (in only a tank top and boxers) carefully narrated the origins of her curse in a manner not unlike explaining a medical syndrome.

"... Okay. I'll take your word for it," Katy sipped her cup of coffee that Ranma had graciously offered when she had managed to gather her bearings and sit on his dorm bed. "It's not as if we're gonna date anyway. This is... none of my business."

"I can prove it right now. I got my hot water since I made you coffee. Hold on," Ranma didn't feel content with Katy's almost unphased reaction after she had calmed down. Almost as if Ranma wanted to prove a point that she was still male Ranma (which she was) but also to shock Katy still. Like a magic trick perhaps.

And so the redhead poured moderately hot water over herself, holding the kettle over her head. Shape shifting immediately, a taller, raven haired male Ranma stood in front of a flabbergasted Katy, soaking wet, steam rising from all over him.

"Woah. Just like that, huh? You said this has been going on for quite a while?" Katy crossed her gorgeous, muscular legs, her face slowly showing amusement.

"Yup. You could say I've gotten pretty used to this shit. Can't deny it's helped me in some ways."

"Uh-huh. Like in what ways?"

"Uhh... Just really specific situations. People are easier to manipulate when you're a cute girl. Maybe you know that."

"True. I just thought you meant... sexually," the blonde tilted her head curiously.

Even given the circumstance that Ranma and the foreign girl were currently in together, he still blushed like mad. He knew what Katy meant, or at least had an idea, but he also didn't know what she meant at all.

"Uh... Whaddya mean 'sexually'?"

"Oh come on, Ranma. You get to switch between having a dick AND a vagina? That's CRAZY. Haven't you ever tried... experimenting as a girl?" Katy's green eyes looked incredulous, as if Ranma held the answer to all of life's mysteries but didn't want to share it.

"No. I'm straight," Ranma flatly stated, mentally fighting off flooding memories of the many times he had masturbated in his girl form.

"Okay, I'm straight too. But if I were you? Hmm... well I'd transform into a guy, right? I think I'd try sleeping with girls to see what it's like," by then Katy had stood up, picking up her strewn clothes and seemingly preparing to leave.

"You would? Even if technically you're really a girl?" Ranma found himself drawn into the conversation more than he would like to admit.

"Yeah! But I like sex with guys as a girl. Well, if they're good at it. And pleasuring myself is amazing," Ranma averted his gaze to his dorm wall, knowing fully well Katy was right; his own female orgasms from self stimulation used to leave him, er, her, breathless and lightheaded.

"Studies show that the clitoris is way more sensitive than the penis. So... think about that." Katy winked at Ranma. Now he was wondering how much more powerful his girl form's climaxes would be from... actual sex.

" Your bag is over there by the door," again, Ranma's voice was still a bit monotonous, mostly out of awkwardness. Katy had been struggling to locate her purse, which she had drunkenly let fall to the floor when they were making out the night before.

"Oh, there it is! Thanks, Ranma." By then the foreign exchange student had already quickly put her clothes back on and looked halfway decent.

"D'you want me to walk you back to your dorm?" Ranma offered politely.

"Nah, it's okay. I can manage. There aren't many students out this early anyway," Katy was already by the door, her hand on the knob.

"Hey... Katy?" Ranma spoke up just as the blonde opened the door to step out.

"Yeah, Ranma?"

"Uh, was I good? Er... last night?"

Katy gave a quick nod, "yeah, you were decent. Take that as a compliment because I usually don't remember much after having drunk sex."

"Oh, okay. But uh... when you said I oughta 'experiment' in my girl form... did you mean by myself or... like what we did?"

"Hmm," Katy pressed an index finger to her cheek. "Whichever suits you, I guess. What's important is that you feel safe - if you're gonna do it with someone. I know you're a martial artist and all, but... if you ever decide to do it... it should be a comfortable experience where you won't have to end up defending yourself. Oh, and use a condom, or, uh... you know what I mean. Contraceptives. Safe sex and all that. We used one last night! Anyway, your girl version is adorable. Take care of her."

Katy's last words left Ranma speechless as she closed the door and left.

There was something about the way she chose her words. Clearly distinguishing his cursed girl form apart from his true male existence. "Take care of her." Was this a western thing or something? Something about that "individualism" crap? Anyway, Ranma never listened during history and social science classes.

Shortly after, the pigtailed man wolfed down his breakfast with a tired brain and scarcely any coherent thoughts.

~

Like instinct, Ranma found his way to the Tendo house without needing to look up directions, chuckling quietly to himself while thinking of a certain peer who would've totally lost his way by now trying to get to the very same destination.

Ranma had used a payphone on campus to ring up mister Tendo weeks before, asking permission to stay a couple nights in the small guest room he and his pops had always used to share. Unsurprisingly, the older man was quick to give him a go.

The Tendo house was uncharacteristically quiet this time around. Mister Tendo was an empty nester of sorts. Upon Ranma's arrival, he and the older man enjoyed two hours of chatting over tea; Kasumi had moved in with her fiancé, doctor Tofu, and Nabiki went straight for law school right after college (most everyone  incorrectly assumed she'd enter business school).

"Help yourself, my boy. This was always home to you anyway. You'll have to manage your meals on your own, though," mister Tendo waved to Ranma as he walked away and disappeared into one of the house's many hallways, leaving behind a faint smell of tobacco.

Despite all the chaos of the past that occurred in the Tendo home, Ranma did indeed feel at ease in it.

~
Ranma awoke at the crack of dawn, immediately feeling the weightlessness of knowing he was on vacation. His early rise called for a good work out in the dojo and a jog outside.

Half an hour later, after stretches and a brief solo training session, Ranma hit the public road once again, picking up a decent speed for his jog.

Nerima always had a certain charm to it - something in between urban and country side. Soon, Ranma encountered fellow joggers along farming fields, apparent that he was naturally much faster than all of them as he whizzed past the civilians without even trying.

It had been a couple minutes when the pigtailed man finally realized he was now quite a distance away from the neighborhood of the Tendo house. Slowing down his pace, he admired the rising sun and landscape. The city buildings could also be seen from far away.

Then, in the corner of Ranma's eye, something caught his attention. Some feet away, tending to farm crops was the peer that crossed his mind from the day before.

Ranma's greatest rival, Ryoga Hibiki.

Notes:

Smut begins in the next chapter LOL

Chapter 2: Rounds

"P-CHAN!" Ranma yelled out, filled with the urge to tease Ryoga like it was second nature.

"Saotome, if you're here to fight, best you turn around and leave. I'm working," Ryoga responded, not bothering to look up.

"Oops, my bad!" given that new information, Ranma's curiosity was piqued. With a few hops on huge rocks and dirt, he neared Ryoga on the farmland.

"What is this 'work', and how are you not getting lost doing it, pig boy?"

Ryoga had his back to Ranma but the latter could tell the yellow bandana wearing man had rolled his eyes. "I'm a farm hand, but I'm mainly on night watch. As long as I can see all the crops and the fences, I don't get lost. Well, most of the time. And you...?"

Ryoga stood up and dusted himself off, finally facing Ranma.

"What about me?" Ranma already knew what the other guy meant but he still wanted to tease and act dumb.

"Idiot. Why are you back in Nerima? It's been a while."

~
With Akane out of the picture, a huge amount of tension between the two rivals had gone with her. Considering she was the main cause of Ryoga's loathing for Ranma, now there wasn't any solid reason for the guy to start a fight with the Anything Goes martial arts practitioner. And maybe, just maybe, being in their twenties had matured their brains just a tiny bit.

"Didn't think I'd see the day that someone would deem you competent enough to hire," Ranma grinned.

Ryoga sighed. "I'll let your insults slide for now. You ain't here for long anyway. The farm owner lost a lot of his poultry to stray cats and dogs, and even some stupid thieves. I get food and shelter, they get a bodyguard."

"I bet you turn into your little piggy self when it's convenient for the job. Am I right?"

"You mention that again around here and I'll make sure you're dead before noon."

Thankfully, Ranma was still alive and well by noon. The teasing between the two men had shifted into casual banter and laughing about the not so distant past; they sure got into wild battles that bordered on murderous, and other times just plain insane.

Ryoga gave Ranma a bit of a tour of the farm area - which mostly comprised  pointing at things and explaining to the latter about the farm animals, equipment, and his tasks. The pair had a hearty lunch at Ryoga's quarters - outdoor wooden stools surrounding a fire pit, and to Ranma's astonishment, his rival was provided a small cabin.

"Y'know, Ryoga, I always thought you were kinda, I dunno... lost - literally and figuratively. But right now you're doing pretty good. This is awesome," Ranma looked around, admiring the clear, blue sky and surrounding forest edge.

"I know," Ryoga couldn't help but crack a smile, his canine tooth showing. "I could never survive being stuck in a school building all day, all week - plus, I can't tell my left from my right. I'm used to being in nature. D'you like it? I mean, university?"

Ranma shifted in his seat, not that interested in the topic. "Ehh, it's okay. It was exciting at first but now I just wanna get it over with. You're not missing out on much."  He stood up with his hands on his hips. "Hey, why don't you show me your cabin?"

Although Ryoga explained that there was not much to show inside the cabin, Ranma insisted. Upon entry, it was plain to see Ryoga was right. Inside was a single, one-window room, spacious enough for Ryoga to sleep and dress up in - warm when needed, and airy if the sun was hot. There was a single futon and a few pillows by the corner, and the floor consisted of thick tatami.

"You lucky bastard," Ranma sat cross legged on the floor.

"If you're that jealous, just drop out of school and travel like you used to," Ryoga chuckled, picking up a water jug from the floor and drinking the contents after twisting it open.

"Even if I wanted to, I can't. Only got a few semesters to go and I'm outta there. Say, Ryoga... you ever tried bringing a girl in here? You know, to fuck?"

Ryoga spit out all the water in is mouth, spraying it all over his guest. Apparently the jug was of excellent quality - it had kept the water inside it pretty cold. Staring back at Ryoga was the dainty female Ranma.

"I guess now you have. Well, first step. I dunno about the next." Ranma shook the excess water off her head.

"Saotome, you mental case. Ugh. I can heat up some water, unless you're good to go like that."

"Aww, you makin' me leave? So soon?" Ranma brought forth her cutesy voice, her blue eyes wide and pleading. Something about the whole sequence of events leading up to her being alone with Ryoga excited her and she couldn't quite pinpoint why.

"That might be a good idea. What's gotten into your head?" Ryoga set his jug on the floor and leaned his back on the wall, arms crossed.

"Katy." Ranma blurted out, her blue eyes suddenly unfocused, expression deep in thought.

"Eh?" Ryoga switched from annoyed to confused.

"Uh, nevermind. I asked 'cause... Well, this is the perfect place to bring a girl in for a night, don't yah agree? The privacy, the ambience..." Ranma moved from her spot on the floor and leapt gracefully onto the futon.

"This is part of my work. This isn't a motel. Just the idea is already disrespectful," Ryoga looked away, his crossed arms tightening.

"Hm... sounds like you've thought about it before, huh?"

"Look, Saotome... Ranma. If you're enjoying this place, go ahead and waste your time here. Not gonna stop ya. I'm going back outside and do some rounds." Ryoga leaned away from the wall and took a step towards the door when a tiny hand grabbed his wrist and yanked him down.

"What the hell are you doing?" Ryoga mumbled through gritted teeth as he lay on his own futon, having landed hard from Ranma's pull.

Gathering all the natural cockiness she had in her, Ranma crawled towards her rival, looking him straight in the eyes, her hands landing on his solid chest.

"Listen, Ryoga. I'll be traveling back to my school campus in a few days. I don't think I'll get the chance to come around here again for a while. How about you and I have a little fun?"

Ryoga did not move. "Are you under a love spell again?" the fanged boy whispered.

"What? No! Fine, I'll tell ya. A year ago, there was this girl I met in school..."

"Katy?"

"Yeah," Ranma grinned. "She planted this stupid idea in my head. That I should... 'experiment' in my girl form. At least once."

"Okayyy..." Ryoga was still skeptical. "But why me?"

Ranma gently rested her head and on Ryoga's chest, her upper body on his stomach. His breath hitched in nervousness. "She said if I ever decide to try it, it should be with someone I'm comfortable with. I realized today that someone is you."

"You got a hidden agenda?"

"Dude, if I wanted to pick a fight in the first place, I would've sent you flying the moment I saw you this morning."

"Okay, could you get off me for a second," Ryoga sternly but politely requested. It was evident that Ranma hit a nerve, which was not unusual between them.

Ranma heeded and sat beside him on the futon, the latter also getting up to sit.

"Seriously. What are you trying to do?" Ryoga asked with a sincere, concerned look.

"I already told you. I just wanna have fun. With you. Me as a girl. I've got no hidden agendas. In fact, I'm the vulnerable one here."

"Excuse me?!" Ryoga was taken aback. "You've hit on me plenty of times in the past, in that cursed form of yours. And we've also sparred. You're no less strong as a girl. Wait, what if we just fight this out?"

"I'm not about that right now," Ranma hung her head in exasperation. "Okay, so I've come onto you before, and you got turned on, right!? I'm hot as a girl! Admit it."

Ryoga looked away, silent. His cheeks however sported a blush.

"Is that a yes?" Ranma patiently asked.

Ryoga sighed. "Maybe. That doesn't mean I like you, especially not that way."

"That's fair! We're rivals. I don't like you that way either. I'm talking about... just plain sex." Ranma felt bold again and gently placed a hand on Ryoga's thigh. She was beginning to enjoy the challenge of talking the guy into doing something so crazy.

Ryoga didn't budge, staring at Ranma's hand on his thigh in contemplation. "Some nights, it does get lonely and kinda depressing. Even if I wanted to bring a girl here, I can't even go out to look for a date. I'd get lost on the way to any clubs."

A high pitched cackle came out of Ranma, who then decided to dive in for a kiss.

~
It happened so quickly not even both Ranma and Ryoga's fighter reflexes were a match for the rabid sexual frenzy that overcame them both. In a flurry of skin, limbs, and clothes, the two ended up naked with Ranma on all fours on top of Ryoga lying on his back.

The redhead turned her body the opposite way to face her rival's erection. Welp, here goes nothing. Ranma took her number one rival's cock into her mouth - or at least what she possibly could with her pathetic excuse of a mouth.

Unprompted, Ryoga held Ranma's hips, lifting her ass above him. He parted her legs and glided his tongue on her slit. With Ranma's mouth preoccupied, her gasp was muffled.

The pair put their mouths to work. Ranma had to make do with what she had. Giving head was NOT something she ever thought she'd do, and it was proving to be a challenge with her petite female mouth. She could only engulf Ryoga's penis halfway without choking.

Meanwhile, Ryoga was ravenous. He noisily sucked and slurped on his rival's outer and inner folds without rhyme or reason. It worked however, as Ranma involuntarily bucked into his face over and over.

With a few more repetitions of their oral workout, Ranma got Ryoga to cum. The redhead released his cock from her mouth and watched jizz leak out of it.

"Ew, look at you, pig bo - aaahh," just then, Ryoga's mouth had found her clit and ate her up. Ranma rolled her eyes as she experienced one of the quickest orgasms she'd ever had.

"Motherfu-" Ryoga stopped servicing Ranma. She had squirted onto his face.

The redhead immediately got off her rival to give him some air. All they did was a quick sixty-nine and already it was a mess.

"Whoops, didn't know I could do that," Ranma took in the sight of Ryoga removing his signature bandana and wiping his drenched face with it. Holy cow, she did that!? "Guess you're good for something, huh?"

"I could say the same back at ya. That felt really good," with his face now relatively dry, Ryoga relaxed as he continued lying down, his penis turning limp. His cum had dripped all over his lower body and accented his abs, making him look like an erotic painting. And that turned Ranma on. What the honest fuck.

"Okay, so we're both good enough," Ranma sat beside Ryoga once again, ignoring the wetness between her thighs. "Now let's go for the real thing."

"What? Was that not 'real' for you?"

"Ryoga!" Ranma had mastered the whiny girl voice, like complaining to a boyfriend. "That felt like a tuesday night alone in my dorm bed."

"Oh, if you think you're so good at fucking yourself, then make yourself leak like a broken hose. You didn't even know you could." Ryoga was quick to retort in his post-nut state.

Ranma had to fight off a grin tugging at the corner of her lips. She had to admit, Ryoga roasted her there. "Okay, okay. I just think we went too fast. How about we take it slow this time? I still wanna keep goin'."

Ryoga took a deep breath and exhaled. "Okay. Just... give me a minute to, you know." He held his cock, preparing to pump himself.

Ranma noticed that Ryoga stared intently at her breasts to visually stimulate himself. "Here, why don't both of us get you goin' again," she leaned in to connect their lips once more.

And take it slow, they did. Ryoga must've had some past experience because he knew how to make out after all. Their first sloppy kisses earlier were probably him and Ranma still tense and feeling each other out.

The redhead broke their kiss, grabbed Ryoga's hands and placed them on her breasts. "Have at them, pig boy."

Without a second thought, Ryoga took his cue. He kissed all the way from Ranma's jaw, to her pretty little neck, her collarbone, then finally, down to her boob. He lapped at all that he could and sucked on her nipple while carressing the other with his hand.

Ranma shut her eyes and let her arms fall to her sides. She didn't know getting her tits sucked and groped would be both arousing AND relaxing.

Ryoga cut into her erotic reverie. "Uhh... Ranma? I don't wanna stop, but your boobs are getting real red."

The pigtailed girl opened her eyes and looked down at her chest. Her breasts were tender, glistening in spit, and crimson against the rest of her pale body. She had been so deep in the moment she didn't even realize her rival had already sucked on both her tits.

"Are you hard yet?" Ranma refocused.

"Uh... I think so?"

"Whadya mean yah think so? You're that lost you don't even know your own dick? My boobs not doin' it for ya? We gotta try something else."

"Ranma, relax... we've got all day." Ryoga gently held her under her armpits and lifted her towards him for a hug. "I said I didn't wanna stop, but I don't wanna make your boobs bleed. " Wow, Ranma didn't expect Ryoga to suddenly show his sweet side that he hardly ever showed her back then.

"Oh, you're getting there," the redhead felt her groin brush against Ryoga's already stiffening member. Her breasts had worked on him after all. She began hip thrusting, making sure her cunt was sliding up and down on her rival's cock until it was completely erect.

Ryoga's breaths went slower and heavier as he hugged Ranma tighter, her breasts pressed into his body. "Ranma, you sure about this?"

"Yup. Let's go."

It was almost as if the two of them fucking each other was just like when they dueled. No thoughts - just bodies reacting instinctively to one another. Ranma held Ryoga's dick and directed it towards her entrance, and slowly slid down on him. There was a certain pain that came with it, but Ranma already knew her own pressure points, even as a girl. She gyrated until she found a pleasurable spot, moaned, and started humping. Joining her, Ryoga thrust in rhythm.

They went on and on, moaning in unison, faster and faster until they both came - Ryoga having come a few minutes earlier than Ranma.

"Oh, shit. Wait. I forgot. I -," Ryoga helplessly blabbered as he released his seed into his rival.

"Fuck it, I can just turn back into a guy after," Ranma huffed, her perspiring body spasming as her orgasm washed over her, feeling tight and full with Ryoga and his seed inside her. It was fantastic.

"You sure that's how it works?" Ryoga was almost breathless. He had initially tried to hold her by the waist to lift her off and pull himself out before ejaculating, but she stayed heavy, resisting.

~

Judging by the sunny weather seen through the cabin window, the two presumed it was late afternoon. Ranma owned a wrist watch but disliked wearing it and left it at the Tendo house, while Ryoga relied on the sky and his own internal body clock. The farm's main office had a wall clock but it was a long walk away from the cabin.

Ranma had insisted they have a go at it again, but was too impatient; she tried riding Ryoga again but it was just too soon. She was already getting hot and bothered and Ryoga got at half mast, but he felt uncomfortable.

"Don't you feel gross already?" Ryoga reasoned. "I didn't know you wanted to do this all day."

"You said we GOT all day!"

"Hey, sometimes I say the dumbest shit. You of all people know that."

Eventually, Ryoga was able to convince the other to have a swim and get cleaned off at a nearby river. The pig boy only wore his trousers and brought a kettle and portable heater, knowing he would transform in the cold waters. Ranma had hastily put her clothes back on, still hoping to continue to fuck. When Ranma wanted something, she tended not to give up as long as the probability was still there.

Ranma was no nudist, but having been accidentally exposed in the past to so many people, so many times, she hardly cared any more. She waded into the river completely nude again, relishing the cool, crystal clear water and smooth rocks under her feet.

From a few feet away, she watched as P-chan expertly swam, diving in and out of the water. For god's sake, was she finding the stupid animal cute, too?

Ranma dove underwater and swam towards the black pig. She wasn't imagining things; P-chan seemed to have grown and changed in appearance, now slightly resembling a wild boar. Heftier and more rotund too. As soon as the pig was within reach, she held onto him and wrapped him in a hug. It was sort of bittersweet in a dark, funny way; it was Akane who used to hug P-chan, and Ranma had only ever tried to kill the creature.

Still embracing in the water with P-chan between Ranma's breasts, she ventured her hands all over the animal's body. She was curious. And then she felt it; the boar's large testicles. She only had a couple of seconds to fondle the porcine ball sacks until P-chan let out a blood curdling squeal and forcefully escaped from her arms, swimming with the speed of a torpedo until he got on land.

Ranma hollered like a mad woman as she waded, seeing the angry black swine skillfully heat water in the kettle using only its snout. Like the finale of a circus act, the boar strategically tipped the kettle over itself.

"Saotome, you FREAK!" Ryoga was appalled. He stood naked, flushed, and dripping wet.

"What!? We already fucked! You're SO weird."

"You're the weird one! Touching me there when I'm... my cursed form is DIFFERENT. You don't get to do that!"

"Okay! Calm down, mister Animal Rights," Ranma rose up from the waters to join the angry fellow on the riverbank.

Ryoga eyed the pigtailed girl suspiciously. Their nudity no longer bothered either of them at that point.

Ranma held her hands up, conceding. "All right! None of that funny stuff, got it. You don't gotta tell me twice. So how about some human funny stuff now instead?"

~
Ryoga was pretty simple-minded. He was but a man, and usually men thought with their other "head". Ranma took advantage of that.

He was suggesting they go back to the cabin and have an early dinner when Ranma decided to shut him up with another kiss, which turned into a makeout session, and soon they were lying down on one of the bigger, smooth rocks. Ranma furiously gave Ryoga a handjob while the latter reached for her cunt and fingered her till she was soaking wet.

Once more, Ranma went on top of Ryoga and started riding him like an outlaw on a horse. This time around, they climaxed harder, their bodies trembled more violently, and their moans came out gutteral.

"You... good now? You... little freak?" Ryoga gasped, almost out of breath. He was fondling Ranma's breasts, still balls deep in her. "I gotta make our dinner now."

Ranma panted along with him, her body covered in sweat. A devilish grin appeared on her face. "Yeah, I'm hungry. But I ain't done with you yet."

~
Dinner was amazing. The pair had their fills as the sun set. Farm-to-table food; one of Ryoga's many job perks. The pig boy also had decent cooking skills to make up for his zero sense of direction.

"Um...," Ryoga spoke up from where he sat, wearing worn out but comfy pajamas. The soft crinkling of the flames in the firepit and cicadas chirping filled the silence between the two.

Ranma was laying on her side in her now grimey clothes, nibbling on straw. Her eyes were unfocused on the dancing flames in front of her. She was practically in a fleeting paradise - lounging in nature, no work or school, and a really good fuck buddy right beside her.

"What is it, pig boy?"

Ryoga tsk'd. "Was supposed to go to bed earlier and wake up around this time to do rounds."

"You can't even tell what time it is."

Ryoga scratched the back of his head. "Anyway, just letting you know. You can't stay here for too long. The owner isn't scheduled to come by these next few days, but he does randomly visit."

"Got it. I might as well crash here and leave at dawn. Who knows what time it is now, right?"

Promptly after entering the cabin, Ranma took advantage of her rival before he could exit. Ryoga may have possessed inhuman strength, but he was no match for the pigtailed girl's swiftness and calculative nature. In an instant, she tripped him with her foot and got him to fall on the futon again.

Ranma jumped onto a stunned Ryoga like a predator. "Like I said, I ain't done with ya. But I've been doing all the work. You'll be on top this time. Now take your clothes off."

~

What did Ryoga have to lose? Everything that had happened so far was bizarre anyway; truthfully it was fun at the same time. He got to hang out with a long time friend and rival - it's just that that friend could turn into a girl and wanted to fuck him for as long as the day and night weren't over.

Sweat dripped from Ryoga's forehead as he thrusted into Ranma. The bodily fluids on their genitals had already turned into a frothy, white mess that trickled wherever physics took it. Over and over he rammed his cock into the pigtailed girl's insides; in and out of her already swollen pussy it went.

"Ughhh, keep going... don't you dare stop," Ranma moaned, her eyes rolling in ecstasy and spit dribbling from her mouth.

Ryoga tensed up in his climax, then his whole body shook as if the earth had moved him. "Ranma, holy fuck!"

"No fair. I haven't come yet. Keep goin'."

And so, they continued. With Ryoga's willpower and Ranma giving him a bit of head a second time, he got stiff again and commenced fucking her.

Ranma grabbed onto Ryoga's back as he drilled into her in their missionary position. "FUCK me, pig boy!" she cursed as her abdomen contracted in white hot orgasmic pleasure, her mind fogging up - it was too much that it almost hurt. Ryoga couldn't help but thrust into her a couple of times more, and that's when it happened. Ranma squirted again.

Ryoga slid his filthy cock out, a good amount of his semen leaking out from Ranma's tender cunt. "Ranma, heh, you did that thing again. I can't even think straight anymore. Wanna cuddle before we sleep?"

"Uh, not now. We're gonna fuck until we pass out."

~

A myriad of bird tweets, chirps, and hoots filled the cold morning air. A snoring Ryoga snorted himself awake.

The first thing that came to his mind was that he was extremely dehydrated. Then slowly, he remembered the events from yesterday and last night. Not to mention that his whole body ached and his penis felt sore, reminding him of what caused it.

"Ranma? You awake?" he turned his head to look at the redhead. She was hugging him from behind, hair all frazzled, a contented look on her adorable face as she continued to doze off.

Oh, right. Almost forgot. The bastard sleeps like a log, Ryoga thought to himself. There was only one thing to do, but not before he placed a few soft kisses on the pigtailed girl's cheeks and lips, which made her smile in her sleep.

"HEY, what's the big idea!? Are we acting like old times or somethin'?" a naked male Ranma was jolted awake by hot water slowly being poured all over him.

"Oh, praise buddha. You're back to being a smug sunova bitch," a fully dressed Ryoga dropped his emptied kettle to the tatami floor, relieved to the high heavens. He had ejaculated in female Ranma so many times yesterday that his latest worst nightmare was that she wouldn't transform back to male because she ended up pregnant by him.

"You can say that again, boar man," Ranma slicked his wet black hair back.

As if things couldn't get any weirder, it was Ryoga's turn to lean in for a kiss.

Ranma's eyes widened in shock, but slowly closed shut at the familiar feeling of Ryoga's lips on his. It didn't matter what body he was in. A kiss was a kiss, and Ryoga was good at giving them.

Just as it was getting good, when they were starting to use their tongues, Ryoga pulled away. Ranma felt a pang of disappointment. It almost felt worse than if his rival had beat him in a fighting match.

But one surprise led to another. Ryoga went down on him.

The pigtailed man threw his head back and moaned; oh, how wonderful it was to receive head first thing in the morning.

Unlike Ranma's female form, Ryoga had the jaw size to fit a full dick in his mouth. He skillfully enveloped Ranma up to the hilt and had the physical prowess to fight back his gag reflex. Up and down Ryoga's mouth went. Ranma's hard cock twitched, a sign for his rival to remove him from his mouth.

Ranma groaned long and hard, his chest heaving. His seed came pouring out.

"T-thanks, Ryoga... you didn't have to." the pigtailed man managed to croak out after his orgasm subsided.

"Take it as a parting gift," Ryoga casually wiped his mouth with his hand. "Felt bad for having deflowered you so many times yesterday."

"Woah, easy there, old man. 'Deflower'? Besides, I asked for it. Thank god you're good at fucking."

"Yeah, even I didn't know that until you came here and made us fuck each other's brains out over and over."

"How many times did we-"

"We kept going until we both passed out."

Ranma chuckled; that's when all the muscle pain came rushing into all of his body. He asked if he could rest just a bit more and Ryoga obliged without hesitation. After so many demands from his rival, Ranma still had the gall to add one more.

"Hey, Ryoga?" he called to the other man as he lay on the futon.

"Yeah?"

"Mind cuddling with me until I fall asleep?"

The other man did not mind at all.

Thus, Ryoga lay beside Ranma, spooning him until he could hear the pigtailed man snoring, deep in rest.

Once he was sure that his rival was fast asleep, Ryoga gently got up from the futon, exited the cabin, and resumed his work on the farm.

By the time noon had arrived, he went back to the cabin for a change of clothes and to prepare lunch.

Inside, Ranma was nowhere to be seen. The pillowcases and the sheet of his futon had been carefully removed and folded in a pile in another corner. Ryoga could almost hear his rival's smug voice talking, "you're gonna need to wash those, pig boy."

Ryoga sighed, both in annoyance and gratitude. No more lonely nights ahead, at least for now.

Chapter 3: Restaurant

Notes:

Whoops, chapter three evolved so I had to split into a chapter four.

Mousse is here!

Enjoy!

Ranma's brows furrowed as he wiped the Tendo dojo floors clean. A few days had gone by after his stay at Ryoga's cabin. He had only one night left in Nerima before he would take the train back to campus for enrollment week. Strolling around town and window shopping bored him, and the clubs that Ryoga had mentioned he could get lost trying to get to? They were okay. The crowd was mostly office workers after their nine-to-fives so there was more alcohol and cigarette smoke than dancing. An attractive older woman flirted with Ranma but he wasn't in the mood. There was still something fresh in his mind. He was still thinking about the fact that he slept with his rival - had it been a good idea, or not?

For the most part, it was a good idea because having sex with a guy as a girl had exceeded his expectations - if he even had any in the first place. Ryoga had proven himself not only a worthy opponent, but worthy of girl Ranma's pussy as well. Ranma wished he had asked for Katy's number or something. Mailing address, even. He totally would've called or sent a letter just to say "I did it. I had sex with a guy as a girl. And he was GOOD at it. And you were right, it felt incredible."

On the other hand, it wasn't entirely a good idea because after getting his girl self railed by the pig boy, the experience awakened something in his stupid, inconvenient curse. Girl Ranma was hornier than ever.

Default male Ranma already knew the drill - he had learned it from a young age, as most boys do: an occasional jacking off in bed or in the hot shower was enough to satisfy his human needs. But after a good workout, he always preferred having a cold shower, despite knowing his fate. The female sexual need instantaneously hit him along with his curse; ten times stronger, almost carnal. It was embarrassing to have to discover this side effect while in the Tendos' bathroom.

In her girl body, Ranma's lower area ached; her vulva throbbed, the inside of her vagina was warm, pulsating, and it produced so much natural lubrication that it soiled her underwear. Ranma fingered herself raw in the bathroom until she came, hoping her own touch would satiate her stupid hormonal body for the meantime.

After a quick hot shower to turn back to his male form, Ranma decided another morning walk around the neighborhood might do him some good. Fuck Ryoga, and fuck Kate, he thought to himself as he took long strides on the sidewalk. But then again, it was nice that he actually got to do both quite literally.

As Ranma passed a couple of blocks, something caught his attention yet again. He took a closer look through the glass pane of a restaurant. Sitting at a table was his secondary rival after Ryoga... Mousse.

The Chinese amazon no longer looked like what he used to in their teenage years. Mousse had on a modern, casual look - a loose t-shirt and denim jeans. His flowing ebony locks were tied in an equally hip, androgynous ponytail, and completing the whole look were trendy angular reading glasses instead of his dorky circular ones. Ranma was impressed.

"G'morning, duck breath," Ranma cheerfully greeted as he strolled into the restaurant. Good, old "Cat Cafe". Upon entering, he noticed that the establishment seemed to have also gone through some revamping.

"What the - Ranma? You sure know how to ruin my morning," Mousse looked up squinting. The table he was working on had documents all over it, and a notepad and calculator in the middle.

"Just teasin' ya like old times, Mousse. I like how the Cat Cafe looks now. Getting on with the times," Ranma admired the new interiors and dining furniture - a nice balance between its old look and new style, and it didn't seem to be a huge cost either.

"Maybe your eyesight is worse than mine, or we need to repaint the signage. We've changed it to 'Félin'. 'Getting on with the times'. We serve different things now, not just Chinese cuisine." Mousse continued with his paperwork, the novelty of Ranma's appearance immediately gone. The pigtailed man spotted delectable photos of Western style pastas and pastries on their shiny new menu on the wall.

"Cool. It's pretty quiet here. Where's Cologne and... Shampoo?" Ranma was genuinely curious.

"They flew back to China two years ago. We open in fifteen minutes, so it won't be quiet for long. Did you want to order anything? I can inform the kitchen staff right away and have it served before opening."

~
Ranma had to admit, the twenty-something year old Mousse came off like a seasoned businessman, casually getting him to order food and give the eatery a headstart. Ranma didn't mind since he was getting hungry anyway.

As Ranma munched on his Chinese breakfast plate, a few customers started coming in while the staff were quick to accommodate them. Mousse walked back and forth the stretch of the whole restaurant, attending to different concerns and entering the kitchen repeatedly. It dawned on Ranma that his ducky-duck rival was now a restaurant owner.

Once the customers were all seated and eating, there was a more relaxed atmosphere throughout the place. Ranma watched from his table as Mousse walked into the managerial bar counter near the entry door. It looked like any typical bar counter - slightly big and bulky looking, giving some privacy to the person behind it since it hides their lower half completely from view.

After Ranma had paid his bill, he quickly stood up and walked up to his spectacled rival who was still busy ringing orders and whatnot.

Without having to look up from his work, Mousse sensed the pigtailed man in front of him. "Hey Ranma, I'm glad you had your breakfast here. I have to warn you though, Kuno will be arriving shortly."

"What!?" Ranma was shocked. It was the first time he had heard of that pervert's name in a long while.

"Just letting you know so you can plan ahead," Mousse adjusted his glasses. "But if you don't intend to leave yet, we have snack and dessert optio-"

"Aw, hell no," Ranma cut his rival's marketing ploy short and to the latter's befuddlement, the pigtailed man made a swift jump over the counter and hid under the built in desk inside. There was just enough space so Ranma could crouch beside Mousse's legs.

It became apparent to Mousse as to why.

"Mousse! Let's cut to the chase. Were you able to come up with an offer?" Kuno's deep, booming voice and loud footsteps could be heard from where Ranma was hiding. Good god, just the man's voice was already giving him the creeps.

"Good morning to you too, Kuno. I've got it printed out here..." Mousse's legs shuffled, slightly bumping into Ranma. The pigtailed man could tell his rival was uncomfortable with him hiding there but had to keep his professionalism intact. From what Ranma could gather, Kuno wanted to avail of the restaurant's catering services for his pre-engagement party dinner. Whatever the hell that is. But good on Kuno for moving on and finding a girl.

As Mousse and Kuno continued their discussion, Ranma was starting to get antsy from hiding. Then the thought hit him - if he got to bed Ryoga, why not Mousse? They were his main rivals - getting to seduce both would be a personal accomplishment; both were objectively attractive (heck, Mousse even upgraded his looks), and Ranma got a whiff of Mousse's perfume and it was actually nice. I wonder how my girl body would react to the scent, the pigtailed man pondered. He spotted Mousse's glass of cold water on the desk, its condensation dripping onto the laminated wood surface.

"... So you're saying I might as well get the whole package deal?" Kuno's commanding voice continued.

"I've explained that pretty well. If you get the package deal, I'll even throw in some free pastries - " Mousse halted mid-sentence, looking like something got stuck in his throat.

"... You okay there, bud?" Kuno raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just a slight muscle spasm... where were we..."

Damn, Mousse. You're good, Ranma mused. What Kuno didn't know and couldn't see was that a damp, freshly transformed girl Ranma was unzipping the spectacled man's jeans from behind the bar counter.

And Mousse couldn't do anything about it lest he fumble his ongoing business proposal.

Damn Ranma! I'm going to KILL you, Mousse thought while giving Kuno a forced, tight lipped smile.

What felt like an eternity for the spectacled restaurant owner was in actuality only a couple of minutes. No lunch or dinner rush could have prepared Mousse for what was happening that very moment: the buffoon Kuno still yapping, oblivious to the debauchery occurring below - girl Ranma sucking on the tip of Mousse's cock like a lollipop.

"... It's a deal then. I'll settle the downpayment this instant," Kuno's voice helped maintain Mousse's focus despite the whiplash of intense sexual pleasure Ranma was giving him with her mouth.

"Oh, cool, you got the latest credit c-card. I've heard about, a-ahem, th-this one," Mousse stuttered and coughed. As he gathered sheer willpower to act composed and swipe Kuno's credit card and issue him a receipt, he tried to lift his knee and push Ranma away but she responded by pinching his thigh (OW!) and sucking on his glans with even more force.

"Excellent. I'll see you then," Ranma could hear Kuno walking away and shutting the door, signaling his departure.

Mousse shut his eyes. He had his palms flat on the counter top, his face in absolute self-restraint. Thank the heavens there were no customers or employees walking around the bar counter's periphery. Since no one could see a hot, petite redhead blowing Mousse behind the counter, he simply looked to be deep in meditation. But in reality, Ranma had already caused him to orgasm.

At long last, the pigtailed girl released Mousse from her mouth, a mischievous glint in her eyes, pink lips shining with spit. "Hey, Mousse? You're gonna..."

"I know," Mousse spoke calmly. He reached for his handkerchief in his pocket and with it cupped his seed as it leaked out from him, folded it, then threw the soiled cloth into the trash bin.

"I don't know what that was about, Ranma. But don't leave yet. Let's talk in a few, " Mousse's fogged up glasses concealed his eyes, and the rest of his face was expressionless. He tucked his softening penis back into his underwear and zipped up his fly like nothing happened. Business as usual.

"Oh shit, is the coast clear? Well, I know that dumb ass Kuno is gone," Ranma, still on her knees, was getting ready to jump out.

"Just get out of there and don't let anyone see you," the spectacled rival walked away to resume his duties.

Ranma poked her head out of the bar counter to view the situation. Most customers had already left and the remaining few were focused on dining. The quiet before the lunch storm had arrived. The pigtailed girl stood up and walked out like a normal person.

Ranma sat at a table to wait for what Mousse had to say. She knew what she did was wrong, but she couldn't help but feel excited. If it had angered Mousse, then she was game for a little physical combat. That would be a good workout. But if he liked it and wanted something more than that, well... then her second time giving head would not be for naught. Oh, duck breath, I hope that blowjob got you thinking about having sex with me, Ranma desperately thought as she squirmed in her seat, a sudden bout of horniness hitting her. Ahh, shit, not now.

"Hello, miss Ranma! This is our latest dessert item, our chocolate and raspberry cheesecake. Compliments of the owner, mister Mousse," suddenly a waitress cheerfully served Ranma the slice of cake. This was a much needed surprise - it distracted Ranma from her sexual longing and she ALWAYS welcomed free food.

Ranma didn't have to wait too long. In around ten minutes, cake all gone from her plate, the pigtailed girl spotted Mousse walking over to her table.

"How'd you like the cheesecake?"

"Oh, it was excellent," Ranma made an 'OK' sign with her hand. "Thanks, Mousse." 

"Great! Thanks for waiting. Now, I'd like for you to come with me to the staff lounge area."

~

The "staff lounge area" was fancy talk for a storage room turned staff break room. Boxes, both empty and full, were stacked messily in one corner, while in the other was a dusty, old couch and a coffee table with books and magazines on top of it.

Being her usual cocky, confident self, Ranma bounded for the couch and comfortably situated herself on it, her arms and legs spread across the back rest and seats. She looked as if she was at home and not in a public establishment. "So... what's up?"

Her rival locked the door behind him and with lightning speed, immediately knelt in front of Ranma, roughly and hurriedly pulling her jogging pants off.

Without a word, Ranma joined in her undressing and together with Mousse pulled her boxers down and kicked it off with her feet. She was about to pull up her shirt when her rival held her thighs apart and dove in for her cunt.

Ranma threw her head back and closed her eyes. Thank fucking god, it's so good to be alive, to have my pussy eaten like this, holy crap.

Now that Ranma had Ryoga to compare, she could feel how Mousse was more methodical. He lapped big strokes from the bottom of her slit all the way up, then all over her folds and labia, and would finish by sucking on her clit. He kept at it over and over until Ranma started writhing in pleasure. She placed her hand on her mouth, suppressing her moans. The least she could do was not be scandalous while Mousse was literally clocked in at work.

As Mousse continued, each lick getting more fervent than the last, Ranma could feel her orgasm growing, pulsing in waves - bigger and bigger each second.

Mousse stretched his mouth wide open and sucked most of her pussy in one last move when once again, Ranma squirted.

Hardly reacting after getting his face and frames all wet, Mousse lifted his head to breath, then placed his nose on his rival's soaking wet cunt and took a huge sniff. He then dug his nose into her butt crack and took another deep inhale.

Ranma definitely felt it but was overcome with the spike of adrenaline and her after climax state. She stared blankly up at the ceiling, breathing intensely. She heard Mousse straightening his clothes and preparing to leave.

"Hey," Ranma called to him. "That's it?"

Mousse, who was already facing the door turned his head sideways to look at his rival and said nothing.

"I mean, that's it? I just thought..." Ranma's voice faltered.

"Beg your pardon, Ranma. Did you want something else?"

"Yeah, uh, I was kinda expecting us to... fuck," the pigtailed girl blushed, adding to her sweaty afterglow.

"Oh. I see. I was just returning the 'favor' you gave me. You got a free cake, too."

Sheesh, ducky over here was a LOT more challenging to manipulate than pig boy. His emotions were harder to read too. Or maybe Ranma was being the opposite of cunning, which means she was just being stupid.

Ranma threw a hand up, her lips pursed, her expression disgruntled. "Fair enough. Guess I better head out. Oh, and your face is still, uh, kinda wet."

"And you're still exposed. Put your clothes back on before I leave for the men's room."

~

With Ranma now decent and Mousse's face washed clean, the two walked back to the restaurant's dining floor, with Ranma behind her rival.

Mousse turned to face the pigtailed girl who was yet again curious. "Say, Ranma. Are you free this evening?"

"Uh, yeah? My last night before I leave tomorrow."

"Ah. Well, how about I take you out on a date tonight? A proper one. Everything will be on me. Only if you accept, of course. What do you think?"

Chapter 4: Rude

Notes:

I did not expect for this to evolve into needing five chapters XD
I guess for a fic idea that's been with me for almost two decades and kept popping up at me with new ideas, it had to be done.

Let's just say Ryoga was the catalyst, but Mousse is the slow burn. LMAO

Ranma had a couple of hours to think about Mousse as their evening date approached. Something about the situation gave off a calculated, simmering feeling - almost like she had to solve a puzzle for the pot of gold at the end. A date with her second rival with no guarantee of sex afterwards? It was the total opposite of her affair with Ryoga - wild, feral, instantly gratifying - no thoughts, all action. It was like finding a random rock and it turned out to be gold.

Secretly, she hated to admit how much she was enjoying the whole thing. Bring it on, duck breath.

On the dot, the pigtailed girl saw Mousse waiting for her outside of the Tendo house, standing in front of his (gasp!) car. She wore her plain men's shirt and jogging pants, all big and loose on her tiny frame. Digging for dresses in the Tendo sisters' closets felt juvenile; a thing of the past. She was an adult woman now, whose 'virginity' was recently taken away. Ranma blushed and grinned sheepishly, vividly recalling how Ryoga got her to cum multiple times in one day.

~
Wow, ducky truly has leveled up, Ranma mused as she sat in the passenger seat, stealing glances at her rival on the wheel. He had on a different pair of much thicker driving glasses. The car wasn't fancy or anything, but it was loads better than his rusty old bicycle from way back.

Dinner had been a hoot, much to Ranma's delight. Mousse had brought her to a new, relatively fancy restaurant but it did not come off haughty; the food was delectable, there was no strict dress code, and there was a small stage with a live band performing song covers. After the singer had powered through a couple of ballads, she invited anyone who wanted to sing to join her while she did backup.

"Why don't you volunteer to sing on stage?" Mousse softly but cheekily asked Ranma, who had been humming along at their table whenever she knew the song.

"No way! I don't wanna punish these innocent customers with my voice," the pigtailed girl reasoned, her cheeks flushed.

Mousse shrugged and turned back to watch the singer and a volunteer diner perform a recent pop song. Ranma ended up staring at him instead. A strong urge to reach under the table and caress his crotch with her foot washed over her but she fought against it. She had already taken a huge risk by sexually harassing him (in his own restaurant no less) and to her luck it resulted in this date. If Ranma wanted Mousse's dick inside her, she had to play it his way. At least for now.

After Ranma made sure to grab the opportunity for dessert a second time care of Mousse, the pair left the restaurant with the ice around them starting to crack. They hardly conversed during dinner but the vibe was more relaxed once they left. Now walking out in the open surrounded by the chilly Nerima air, there was nothing else to do but strike conversation.

"Sooo... thanks for dinner," Ranma's voice cut through the white noise of cicadas and faint car sounds.

"My pleasure," Mousse replied cordially as he walked beside her, matching her pace. They were now strolling beside an empty playground, with Mousse's car parked a short distance away.

The return to silence bothered Ranma. Why did she agree to this again? Free food, yes, but... free sex? She had to come up with a plan. Ugh, why couldn't Mousse be as easy as Ryoga? Focus, Ranma! Then suddenly, she remembered something that she truly wanted to know more about.

"Hey, about... Cologne and Shampoo. Why'd they go back to China? I'm genuinely curious," Ranma made sure to sound as sincere as she could.

Mousse adjusted his glasses, his expression thoughtful. "There just wasn't much going on for them. Business was getting stale and... well, when you left for university, Shampoo wasn't interested in trying to enter that just to pursue you. They left everything for me to handle over here."

"Ohhh, that makes sense," Ranma nodded in understanding. "You did a swell job with Félin. I'm actually really impressed."

"Thanks. I sacrificed a lot to get to this point. Everything from when I was nineteen up to now is a blur. I was constantly working. Still am. I hardly have a social life. I guess that's why I asked you out tonight," it was Mousse's turn to blush. "Hope you don't mind."

Without thinking, Ranma reached her hand to grab Mousse's and intertwined their fingers together. "Not at all! You're an awesome date. Actually, if you don't mind me askin', why didn't you go after Shampoo?"

"Well... it's kinda complicated. I don't want to bother you with the details." Mousse looked away but let their hands stay entwined.

"Leeet me take a wild guess... you and her ended up sleeping together and she got cold feet after that and left?"

Mousse whipped his head to face Ranma, his mouth open in shock. "Wh - how - ?"

"Relax, ducky..." Ranma chuckled, a painful mix of sadness and empathy swelling in her chest. "... Same thing happened between me and Akane."

The conversation between the two took a bittersweet turn as they commiserated with one another; both the light of their lives had given them the beautiful gift of physical love and then left them to float in this weird limbo of sort-of-a-heartbreak. Mousse had it rough; he had woken up in bed the next morning with Shampoo gone from his side, with not a trace of her left in Nerima.

Ranma had hardly noticed that she was no longer holding Mousse's hand but instead had wrapped her arm around his. As if on cue, Mousse invited Ranma back to his place, on the third floor of his restaurant building. Ranma enthusiastically agreed, remembering her mission.

~
"Woaahhh, for a minute there, I almost forgot you're a weapons guy," Ranma's eyes widened in wonder at the majestic display of arms on Mousse's living room wall. No longer limited just to her rival's arsenal, there were also swords, hammers, and other unfamiliar weaponries Ranma assumed were from other cultures.

"Make yourself comfortable," Mousse pulled his jacket off and removed his shoes at the small genkan. "I've got some experimental tea samples for Félin if you'd like to - "

Cutting Mousse off, Ranma went straight to him and held him tight by the waist, looking him straight in the eyes. "Come on, Mousse. Maybe for a minute there, you almost forgot that I'm really a guy. I like getting straight to the point. Where's your bedroom?"

~
"What's holdin' ya up over there?" Ranma was getting just a tad bit impatient as she lay sideways in the nude on Mousse's incredibly soft double bed. Just the act of them undressing had already gotten her wet. She desperately needed this moment.

"I'm putting on a condom. Yes, you're a guy, but I'm not taking any chances with you as a girl," Mousse sat on the edge of the bed, his back turned to Ranma, the dim light of his bedroom lamp bouncing off his shiny hair and back muscles.

"Wait, I wanna put it on ya!" Ranma almost shrieked, ignoring Katy's voice echoing in her head about "contraceptives" and "safe sex". Sure, Ranma got raw dogged by Ryoga without consequence, but she had still felt a teeny bit guilty afterwards. "Take care of her," Katy's voice whispered. Mousse proved to be responsible enough for dear Katy.

"All right, be my guest," the spectacled man turned to his rival and lay on his side, a nervous tint of red on his face. Like Ranma, he was already getting worked up, his cock at half mast, the rubber half on.

In a very sensual display, Ranma scooted closer to Mousse and held his cock, their naked bodies almost touching. It was going to drive her mad.

As Ranma gently unrolled the condom down completely over Mousse's penis, she got slightly distracted. "You gonna keep your glasses on, dude?"

Mousse sighed and reached for his frames, removing them. "You're right. These are just going to get in the way -"

Ranma had cut him off again, connecting their lips for the first time ever. It was passionate, slightly awkward, but sexy nonetheless. Ranma felt the man go competely hard, his member rubbing up against her own warmth.

The redhead broke the kiss despite not wanting to. "Get on me. Now."

It was nothing like Ryoga. Mousse took his time - consistent, tender, and seemed to want it to be a pleasant experience for both of them. Like a good sport, Ranma went along, kissing Mousse's neck as he held his cock, aimed, and plunged into her.

Finally, the moment Ranma so desperately craved. Mousse was slow and deliberate as he slid in and out of her. Not bad, the redhead thought, condom and all. She kissed him all over his face and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He concentrated on his motions; thrusting his hips with a certain control, his dick fitting in cozily inside her pulsating walls.

"Ohh... keep goin'," Ranma cooed. The steady pace was new to her; her original guy self never did this, but it proved to be a delicious build up for her girl form.

"Aa-aahhh," Mousse moaned, his thrusts finally gaining speed. Ranma was starting to tense up as well, her cunt and insides feeling all of the wonderful sensations.

"Uughhh, Mousse, faster," Ranma pleaded.

As her rival started twitching in his climax, his thrusts becoming frantic, Ranma grabbed his ass and forcefully pushed him down on her, making him go balls deep and tight into her. The pigtailed girl thrust her hips up to close what little space was left between them and climaxed along with him.

"Oohh, Sham... poo... ," Mousse sighed as he filled up his condom, his voice deep and cracking.

Ranma's face contorted, feeling offended and outraged. What the fuck?

Chapter 5: Restless

Twenty three year old Ranma couldn't quite believe it.

It had been some odd years since being cursed with the ability to transform into a girl at the splash of cold water, but Ranma's identity as a man was unmoved in spite of it.

However in that instance, lying in bed with Mousse, after the idiot's ginormous, utterly moronic faux pas as he came in her, Ranma's thoughts whirled in confused anger upon feeling like a girl more than ever before.

She wanted to write to Katy - hell, she wanted to write to Akane, even - to ask if THIS was what it felt like to be a woman?! To be so affronted, so humiliated, and worst of all... kind of jealous of another woman?! Jealous of... SHAMPOO? Ugh! And all because of a stupid man?!

Not even having had Ryoga's and now Mousse's dick made her feel like a woman. It felt amazing for her cursed vagina, sure, but it didn't make Ranma feel any less of a man because she had control of when and how it happened - and most importantly, she WANTED it to happen.

When Mousse had uttered Shampoo's name while literally fucking her, it felt like a slap in the face. Ranma had complete control of the whole sexual affair until ducky took it away from her in one breath.

"Hey. D'ya even know what you just did?" Ranma huffed, her arms crossed over her breasts.

"Huh? Did I do something wrong?" Mousse squinted his eyes at Ranma as he lay beside her, perplexed and still recuperating from their fucking.

"Hell yeah, you did. You said Shampoo's name while you were doing ME."

Mousse rubbed his forehead, his face apologetic and tired. "Ohh... yeah, I guess I did, huh? Heat of the moment? I'm really sorry, Ranma."

The pigtailed girl eyed Mousse with a pokerface. A few seconds of silence.

"... Do you have feelings for me or something?" the Amazonian asked, trying to understand with all his might.

"No. But I sure ain't said anyone else's name while we fucked."

Mousse sighed. "Look, Ranma, I truly apologize. Seems I'm still not over her... obviously. But I do realize what I did was very unfair to you. I'm incredibly sorry."

Ranma's shoulders slumped. She shouldn't be giving the guy so much shit right now, not especially after his chivalrous treatment towards her the entire evening. And he had a point - there were no feelings involved during their little bump and grind.

"Ehh, whatever. Let's just sleep this off. You gotta get up early tomorrow, right?"

"Right. Been up since four AM. I just have to clean off before I crash. You can use the bathroom after me, I'll be quick. There's food in the kitchen. Do whatever you want. Eat, sleep..." Mousse reached for his frames on his nightstand and put them back on. He stood up and went straight to the bathroom, needing to dispose of his condom.

Ranma stared at Mousse coming out of the bathroom, admiring his muscular body in the moonlight. Could she blame the guy? Shampoo had him in a chokehold for most of his life. Of course the ghost of her was still walking around in his subconscious. The pigtailed girl sat patiently on her rival's bed, watching him pull up into a pair of briefs, remove his frames, lie back down, then instantly start snoring. He wasn't kidding, he really was dead tired.

Well, that was kinda boring, Ranma thought to herself. An okay orgasm, and the guy called out another woman's name. If anything, Mousse's pussy-eating ability was the highlight of it all. She should've just sat on his face the whole time instead.

After making sure that Mousse was indeed fast asleep, Ranma got up from the bed still nude and started looking around his apartment. Apart from the weapons display, the whole place was pretty simple and uncluttered. After raiding the pantry and fridge for snacks and a can of beer, the redhead continued her aimless hunt. She remembered that there was a TV and VHS player in front of Mousse's bed, so some videotapes had to be somewhere in there too. Back to the bedroom, then.

As Ranma tiptoed into the bedroom with snacks in her arms, the can of beer slipped and fell. Despite the loud thud it made, Mousse remained asleep. The beer can rolled all the way under the bed.

Damn it, Ranma cursed inwardly. She bent down to the floor to reach under the bed when suddenly there it was in front of her face. A mysterious black leather box, the surprise treasure of her hunt.

Ranma's curious nature got the better of her. She reached for both the beer can and box and slowly crawled out from under the bed, the items in her hands.

Despite seeing the objects in the box for the first time in her life, Ranma knew at once that they were all sex toys. Where and when did Mousse acquire them? Why have boring sex with her when he had this hidden the whole time? Were they not good enough friends and rivals - and now fuck buddies - for Mousse to tell her about them?

And the most interesting of all, scattered amongst the sex toys were pristine, white duck feathers.

~
An annoying, repetitive tickling sensation was felt all over his face until finally it tickled Mousse awake.

"What the - Ranma? What are you - ," the Chinese amazon quickly realized he was completely naked again, splayed like a starfish, and couldn't move all four of his limbs. As he came to, he felt something cold and hard around his wrists and ankles. He was handcuffed to his own bed.

"Guess what I found under your bed, duck breath," Ranma's sing-song female voice oozed with mischievousness.

"Oh, fuck," Mousse muttered in realization. Did he deserve to be in this situation? Maybe. Did his rival deserve to have this much power over him? No way.

"Just... don't kill me, Ranma. I've got a business to run."

"What? I'm not gonna - anyway," the pigtailed girl was disturbed for a moment and shook her head. "What's up with the sex toy box and... your feathers in there?"

Mousse blinked rapidly until his vision cleared and spotted Ranma straddling him. She had placed his glasses on him and tucked a pillow under his head so he didn't have to hold his head up.

"You're wearing the... the..."

"Weird outfit, huh? You're a kinky guy, Mousse, but it suits ya," and the outfit suited Ranma; a black faux leather turtle neck bodysuit with two tailored holes for her breasts to remain exposed, perfectly round and plump. In her hand was a single white feather. "Oh, and it's got a zipper right on the vagina part! Crazy stuff! So... answer my question, ducky."

"The box?" Mousse was enthralled at the sight before him; girl Ranma as a dominatrix was breathtaking. "I, uh... I used to date a girl. It was a gift from her."

"Ooh, tell me more," Ranma went on all fours over Mousse and began tracing lines on his torso using the feather.

Titillated and without a choice, Mousse continued. "No, wait - uh, we didn't date. We just slept together whenever she was in town. I don't even remember how we met. Some business event or something."

"And your feathers?"

"She didn't know about my curse. She kept finding them all over my apartment. She didn't question it. She collected them and put them in the box before giving it to me."

"That's FUNNY," Ranma giggled, now gliding the feather over her neckline, an erotic expression on her face. "She sounds great. Your feather feels good."

Mousse watched in awe as his rival dragged the feather over her own breast, the vane passing her pink nipple, down to her belly button, and finally her crotch. Ranma went back up on her knees, reached a hand down and zipped her crotch area open, exposing her slit. She brushed the soft part of the feather on her outer labia and moaned.

"Oh my god," Mousse looked up at the ceiling, feeling blood rush to his cock. If he continued to gawk at Ranma doing that to herself using his own goddamn duck feather, he might have busted a nut then and there.

"Okay, enough of this shit. Time to eat me up again, ducky."

~
Was this heaven, or was it hell? What was that dumb quote about sleep being a unicorn? Because for Mousse, sleep eluded him that night.

His rival, Anything Goes martial artist Ranma Saotome, decided to apply the essence of "anything goes" sexually. Before Mousse could react, she had already squatted down on his face, her exposed cunt right on his nose and mouth. There was nothing left for him to do but follow her command.

"Uuaahh," Ranma moaned as she rolled her hips, squishing her folds all over Mousse's mouth and tongue as he ate her in return. Abruptly, Ranma lifted herself up off him.

The redhead turned the other way to face Mousse's erection. Wordlessly, she started pulling the bodysuit off of herself, going completely nude again. Mousse was disappointed, but that was the least of his worries at the moment. Ranma still had other plans.

She bent over and held her breasts together to pin Mousse's cock in between them. Ranma jiggled and lifted her boobs up and down until precum leaked out of Mousse, soiling them both.

"Phew! I'm only doing foreplay and already I'm sweating. Finally saw where ya keep your videotapes while I was boob fuckin' ya," Ranma skilfully jumped off the bed and crouched down at Mousse's small TV console.

Mousse remained silent, eyes fixed at the ceiling. He was feeling both intense emotions and fatigued numbness - and yet, his raging, wet boner persisted. He could hear Ranma rummaging noisily through his VHS tapes, flipping them one by one until she decided on a movie and shoved it into the player. Once the TV crackled on, the dramatic sounds of an orchestra and clashing swords filled up the bedroom. Ahh great, she went for one of my wuxia films, Mousse thought.

If Mousse's sex toys had bewildered Ranma, the redhead certainly did not cease to return him the favor. As the movie played, Ranma gathered her snacks and beer and situated herself on top of him.

She was seriously going to watch a movie and eat junk food, all while riding him.

Buddha help me, Mousse prayed.

Ranma cackled, moaned, then cackled some more, her mouth full of food. The movie was not to her taste, but the fight scenes stimulated her brain in all the right ways as she felt Mousse's dick throb nice and tight inside her.

"Hey, you still awake?" Ranma looked over her shoulder to check on her rival, who had hardly made a sound.

"Yes?" Mousse responded meekly. "AAAhh - "

Without warning, Ranma bounced her ass up and down, unsheathing his cock from within her then swallowing it whole with her pussy again and again.

Mousse groaned. Ranma focused on the TV screen, tactically using it to distract herself from climaxing. It felt amazing; akin to using her mind-over-matter training when executing difficult martial arts moves, but this time for sex.

The pigtailed girl bounced a couple more times on Mousse's dick when suddenly she felt his hot cum shoot inside of her.

"Ah, shit. I forgot to put another condom on ya. But I kinda don't like how it feels."

"Uh-huh," light-headed from his orgasm, the spectacled man could hardly worry about unprotected sex.

"Oh, well. Pig boy didn't have one and we did it god knows how many times - "

"Pig b - Ryoga? M-many times?" Mousse was astounded.

"Oops," Ranma scratched the back of her head, looking cute despite the circumstance. "... Heh, yeah. And we didn't call out anyone else's name while we were at it, too."

Mousse took a deep breath and whispered, "You're still bothered by that?"

"Okay, time to sit on your face again," Ranma was starting to prefer when Mousse was quiet. She got up, Mousse's flaccid penis flopping out from her warmth, and climbed up to his face to squat on it once more.

Obediently, Mousse serviced his rival, still giving her his best despite his depleting energy and tasting his own disgusting cum mixed in with her wetness.

"Uugghhh, you're really good at this, Mousse," Ranma croaked out. Her rival sucked and slurped for as long as he could until her body spasmed, climaxing.

"Ack, I couldn't stop myself there. But you didn't make me, uh..."

"... Squirt?" Mousse quipped helpfully, his face glistening in sweat and Ranma's juices.

"Oh, is that what it's called?!"

"You should go drink water. Hydrate yourself."

At that moment Ranma reached for the black box. She remembered a particularly interesting item in there; a bright red ball roughly the size of a table tennis ball, chained to what looked like a leather choker.

Plucking the object out from the box, Ranma followed her gut instinct and applied it over Mousse's head, placing the ball in his mouth.

The Chinese Amazon had seen it coming the moment Ranma went looking for the box. It seemed she was a natural dominatrix, whether she was aware or not, OR she was just highly irritable. You should have just kept your mouth shut, Mousse berated himself.

With her rival bound and gagged, Ranma now had complete and undisturbed reign. She peeked into the sex box contents again, her interest in the movie waning but letting it play in the background.

"Heard of lube, but never actually seen it before," the redhead examined a plastic bottle in one hand. She held in her other hand a brand new, unused butt plug.

"You ever used this on yourself before?" Ranma asked Mousse, raising the toy for him to see.

Mousse shook his head, his eyes emotionless.

"Did ya try it on that girl?"

Another head shake.

"Seems like after she gave you this stuff you guys never actually used them, huh."

A nod from the Amazonian.

"Hmm, this will be interesting. Don'tcha worry, I'll be easy on you."

Mousse took a deep breath, exhaled, and prayed again.

It wasn't as horrible as he had anticipated. True to her word, the pigtailed girl slapped on a hell of a lot of lube and mercifully eased the plug slowly into him, making it a lot more tolerable. But it was still not a very good sensation. Mousse reconsidered murdering Ranma as soon as this was all over.

"How's that feel?" Ranma asked.

Mousse remained silent.

"Yeah, I'm not into this either..." to his relief, Ranma started pulling the toy slowly out of him. And then went down on him.

Mousse's cock was beginning to hurt. After Ranma had sucked him back into having an erection, she began another round of riding him as she watched her next pick of movie. The Amazonian was starting to go delirious; colors flashed in his half-conscious mind, Ranma's shrill laughter and sexual moans rang in his ears. To top it all off, he could feel he was going to ejaculate in her again, soon.

~

"Uuhhh. HUH?" Ranma snapped his head up, awakened by his internal body clock. Warm, bright sunlight flooded through Mousse's bedroom windows.

Ranma was a guy again, buck naked and seated on a chair, his wrists and ankles handcuffed to it.

"Finally awake," Mousse's hoarse voice droned. His appearance further awakened Ranma.

The Amazonian sat legs crossed, opposite Ranma on another identical chair. He was also still nude, with visible red marks all over his wrists and ankles (gosh, that had to hurt). His usually kempt raven hair was a tangled mess, glasses askew, and his face showed signs of sleep deprivation.

"I didn't know you smoked," Ranma blurted upon seeing the rising smoke from Mousse's cigarette.

"Only when I'm stressed."

"Heh," Ranma tried to wriggle free to no avail. Man, he had it coming. "Um... so how'd this all happen?"

"You kept fucking me last night, while watching my movies, on my TV, eating my food... until you fell asleep. The beer can tipped over and spilled all over me."

Ranma's eyes widened in realization. He turned his head to check out the bed; a bunch more white feathers had scattered all over, and food stains covered the linens. Mousse had transformed in the chaos, thus freeing himself from the handcuffs.

Ranma faced Mousse again and gave him a wide, toothy smile. "Please don't kill me."

"I won't... but I'm very tempted to. I missed the morning and lunch shift at Félin because of you," Mousse took a puff from his cigarette. "... and I've got a pretty bad headache."

"Um... Sorry," was all Ranma could muster along with a pathetic smile.

The other man put out his cigarette on an ashtray on the nightstand, then reached for the black leather box on the bed. He took two items that Ranma tried to identify as Mousse approached him.

"OW! What the fu-," Ranma flinched. Mousse had snapped nipple clamps on both his rival's nipples then gagged him with the very same ball gag from the night before.

Ranma's pupils dilated at the sensation of Mousse maneuvering a cock ring onto his flaccid penis. The ring vibrated.

Ranma's moans were muffled as his cock began stiffening up, his aching pinched nipples overstimulating. Mousse promptly removed the cock ring then sat on Ranma, straddling him, their dicks completely touching.

The Amazonian licked Ranma's nape as he started grinding against him and held their cocks together. Up and down Mousse's hand went, their precum mixing and smearing all over their glans and shafts.

"Uuunngghh," Mousse's garbled moan was loud in Ranma's ears as the pigtailed man himself was overwhelmed with pain and sexual pleasure. He would never have imagined that another man's cock would feel so good rubbing against his.

Mousse leaned against Ranma, their chests flat against each other with the nipple clamps in between. The Amazonian pumped them both with rapid force, the squelching sounds of their frothy dicks muted by their much louder moans.

Mousse leaned away, chest heaving, and oggled as both their semen came leaking out - twice as messy, twice as disgusting - dripping all over them and his hand.

Ranma struggled to gasp and pant. Mousse got off him, unclamped his nipples, and kneeled. Ranma watched passively as his rival licked the underside of his filthy penis, then placed his nose flat on his scrotum and took a deep, intense inhale.

~

"Earth to Ranma?"

Mousse's voice interrupted the pigtailed man's wandering mind. Ranma had been sitting at Mousse's dining table, wearing only his boxers, a half consumed cup of tea in front of him.

"Uh, yeah. I drifted off a bit there. The grind keeps callin' to ya, huh?"

Mousse was almost finished dressing up. "Just be glad I got you out of those stupid hand cuffs. Ironically, if it weren't for my curse, I would've stayed trapped with you still dozing off. I gotta go now."

"You're not kickin' me out yet?" Ranma was actually surprised at how easily Mousse had let him off for all the bullshit he put him through last night. Workaholics moved fast, he supposed.

"I don't know. Honestly, I should ban you from coming back to Félin. Just leave whenever you want."

Ranma's eyebrows arched in curiosity. He could feel the hesitance in Mousse's words. One final plan hatched in the pigtailed man's head.

As Mousse gathered his work bag and documents, Ranma briskly walked to the kitchen sink, cranking the faucet on full blast.

Mousse's heart skipped a beat when he felt soft breasts press against his back and a pair of slender arms snake around his waist.

"Call off work, duck breath. I think ya still want some of this," Ranma's breathy female voice whispered into his ear.

~
"Not bad, ducky, not bad," Ranma ran small circles with her fingers on Mousse's bare chest. They were once again lying together naked in his bed.

"This was an absolute waste of time," Mousse complained softly and planted a kiss on Ranma's temple. "Not even Hana and I skipped work for sex."

"Ohh, that's her name," Ranma giggled. "I wonder if Ryoga ever 'met' up with girls, too."

"Oh, he definitely did. He was out, lost somewhere when you and everyone else left Nerima. He was seeing a girl once he found his way back. She went to that farm you... stayed at. It makes sense time-wise. He probably found out by then that you slept with Akane."

"What a liar. He said he never brought any girls to the farm," Ranma was indignant, completely ignoring Ryoga's unrequited love and loss for Akane.

"You're a selfish bastard, you know that? You're the one bothering Ryoga and me AT our workplaces, wasting our precious time, when we could be doing something important instead."

"Doing me is NOT a waste of time, and judging by the sound of your loud moaning just a couple minutes ago, I'd say you enjoyed every second of it."

~

Nerima Station was bustling with people as usual. Ranma reached for his backpack behind him in the backseat of Mousse's car, preparing to leave.

"Thanks for everything, Mousse. Like... literally." Ranma truly was grateful to the Amazonian. It was like a load had lifted off his shoulders - well, more like, off his cursed girl form's vagina.

"Mm," Mousse hummed. "Back to school with you."

"Ha. Yep, I'm dreading it. I'm surprised you're still choosing to go to work tonight."

"I have to. You and I should've ended with a date, not a whole-day fucking session. Say, Ranma," Mousse called to his rival one last time before the latter opened the passenger door.

"Yeah?" Ranma turned to face Mousse, anticipating.

"Are you... bi? Or... ?"

"Why d'ya ask?"

"Just curious. You did things with Ryoga and me as a girl, and we did things with you... as a guy."

"Yeah, crazy, huh? My curse is... I hate to say... convenient, I guess. But I can't imagine doing anything sexual with other guys.  Let's just say I'm comfortable with only Ryoga and you."

As if reading each other's minds, both men leaned in, their lips meeting and closing into each other. It was male Ranma's second kiss with a guy, and it was just as wonderful as the first.

"Bye, Mousse," Ranma flicked two fingers off his temple in a casual salute as he started walking away from his rival's car.

Mousse nodded in return as he watched the pigtailed man disappear into the crowd, his foot already on the gas, preparing to drive off.

Soon after, things went back to normal in Nerima.

All things considered.

Notes:

Oh my god, it's finally here.

I can't even.

Anyway, thank you for finishing all the way here, reader. Hope you enjoyed!