Laying on the bed, legs slightly apart, Ranko had to fight the urge to… to… well, she wasn’t actually sure what she wanted to do. Run away? Slam her legs shut? Do anything other than lay there and take what had once been hers to give.
She could back out of it, too. Akane wouldn’t complain. Hell, she’d probably even be proud of Ranko for speaking up about what she wanted… but that was just the thing - Ranko wasn’t sure what she wanted. Except she knew that she didn’t want to think of herself as a man anymore. That she didn’t want to be constantly on the run from her own femininity… and if Akane really thought driving her new anatomy home would help her accept what had happened to her… Well, maybe it was worth trying, at the very least.
It wasn’t like she had the heart to actually stop Akane, anyway. Not when she was looking at Ranko with so much excitement in her eyes. Excitement and tender care, but part of her really wanted to ignore that latter part. The way she’d been treating Ranko lately, it made her feel like she was… precious to Akane? Which maybe she , but she wasn’t used to confronting that head on.
It was a lot less scary bumping heads with Akane than diving into her true emotions on all this, after all.
“You ready, Ranko?” Akane asked, kneeling on the bed. Ranko could see the thing strapped between her legs if she looked, but she tried not to.
“Y-yeah,” she stuttered out. “Ready as I’ll ever be…”
Akane hesitated a moment, before moving to loom over her wife. For a second Ranko thought Akane was going to go right to putting that thing inside of her, but she didn’t. She just moved, so that her hand was pressing against the bed beside Ranko’s head. The redhead could feel a light pressure on her body where that thing was no doubt touching her, but Akane made no attempt to angle it or push it inside.
“We don’t have to do this, you know,” she said, her voice soft and gentle.
“I want to,” Ranko replied. “I just… I don’t know. It feels like something I’ve gotta force myself through…”
“I could just leave you with one on your own?” she suggested, next. “You could… I don’t know… do it on your own terms?”
“No,” Ranko said, quickly. “I don’t… I don’t think I’d have the courage…”
“Then we’ll do it together,” Akane replied. “Bit by bit…”
Ranko nodded, nervous still. Thankfully, Akane didn’t make a move for her pussy just yet. Instead, she lowered her head to Ranko’s breast, gently kissing the redheaded girl on her nipple, before giving it a playful nip that caused Ranko to yelp.
“What was that for!?”
“Just getting you a little more in the mood,” Akane said, smiling, before placing a gentle kiss upon the nipple she’d just mistreated. “Come on, Ranko. If you really want to do this, then you need to stop sulking and get into it.”
“I’m not sulking,” Ranko protested. “I’m just… I don’t know…”
“Pouting?” Akane suggested, with a small smile.
“Hey!” Alas, Ranko’s complaint sounded more petulant than truly angry, especially with that pout on her face.
Still, it brought a smile to Akane’s lips. She preferred it when Ranko was lively and shouting.
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing,” she promised, shifting her weight about as she moved her hand to Ranko’s tits, and gave one of them a light squeeze.
“H-hey! I thought you said you’d stop teasing!”
“It’s called foreplay,” Akane replied, lowering her lips to kiss Ranko on the chest. “You do know what that is, right?”
“Of course I do!” Ranko huffed, crossing her arms - or trying to, anyway. Akane grabbed both of her wrists when she tried, pinning her hands above her head.
“Good.” Akane wore a smirk as she said it, and she leaned down to kiss Ranko before the other woman could complain. “Just give up being in control for a bit, alright Ranko?”
Ranko hesitated a moment. Could she do that? Just… give in? That was what she was here for, to some extent, and yet something deep inside her hated the idea of giving up control, even to someone she trusted as much as Akane.
Yet wasn’t that the very part of her she was trying to defeat? That stubborn side that kept getting in the way? That insisted her way of doing things was the only way of doing things? That the manly way was the only way?
So Ranko nodded, before going limp in Akane’s grip. She wouldn’t struggle. She wouldn’t pull away. At least not willingly. It was kinda hard to make herself stay still when Akane returned to kissing her nipple, though. Kissing it, and pinching the other, teasing the flesh between her forefinger and thumb. It felt good. Like electric shocks running through her system, bolts of pleasure that made her thighs clench and something inside her rise up with need.
“I’m going to try and enter you now,” Akane warned her, voice soft. “Is that alright?”
Ranko’s breath caught in her throat for a moment. Speech felt impossible. Still, she managed to nod her head in assent, and when Akane gently nudged her legs apart she didn’t resist.
“Bit by bit,” Akane said. “We’ll take it slow.”
Ranko nodded, biting her lip as she felt the tip of the thing - the strap-on - touch her entrance. She tensed, for a moment, but then forced herself to relax - helped along in no small part by Akane choosing that moment to suck on her nipple a bit.
“Is this okay?” Akane asked, after she parted. “I can stop.”
“No,” Ranko replied, a stubborn expression crossing her features. “Keep going…”
Akane nodded, reaching down with one hand to gain better control of the strap-on, angling it just right to push inside.
Ranko gasped at the feeling - the feeling of something like that inside her, in a space nothing bigger than a finger had ever explored before - a space that rightly shouldn’t have existed.
Except it did exist. Worse, she wanted it to. It felt good in a way her old anatomy hadn’t. It felt right in a way that she kept thinking it shouldn’t. Now there was something inside of it, something filling her in a way she’d never been filled before, and she was ashamed to admit that she wanted more.
“I’m going to go a little deeper, alright?” Akane’s voice was soft and gentle, but the words still made Ranko flinch.
Still, she nodded her assent, spreading her thighs a little further apart and fighting the urge to actively buck against Akane’s tool. Instead she simply tried to accept the thing intruding on her. Tried not to fight the sensation of something pushing aside her pussy’s walls and penetrating deeper than anything ever had before.
A memory passed through her mind - her father, telling her that she needed to grow to be a man’s man. That she had to be a man. Even in the face of her curse. Even more so when she didn’t look like one…
Would a man let someone push something inside them like this? Would they even have the anatomy to allow it?
…Well, maybe. Gay men existed, after all, and who knew what other sorts of people were out there doing who knew what? To Ranko, though, what mattered was that Ranma wouldn’t have done it. The manly man that her father had forced her to become would have never accepted a position of submission in front of Akane, let alone allowed her to do something like… this.
Ranko could, though. Ranko could even enjoy it, even if she couldn’t bring herself to mention it out loud. She could appreciate the feeling of that long thing inside her, stretching her out as it pushed deeper and deeper within her. She could accept the pleasure that radiated out from her being, the warmth and heat that seemed to pool in her center, threatening to spill out if Akane pushed any further.
“I’m gonna…” she started, then stopped. Not because she was too scared to continue, but because Akane had chosen that moment to pinch her nipple - and suddenly it was too late. Her back was arching as she thrust herself forward, desperate for more of that touch inside her.
Again, her father’s voice seemed to echo, in the back of her mind. His expectations for Ranma, the insane demands he put upon his son’s shoulders. Even getting married had been at his father’s command - at least at first. Ranko wouldn’t have gone through with it if she didn’t truly have feelings for Akane, but still… One thing going right didn’t excuse all the bullshit her father had put her through.
Not that it mattered right now. At least, it shouldn’t have - all that should have mattered was the pleasure running through her being, the heat that felt like it was going to burn her alive and make her enjoy it. Except she couldn’t let go. She couldn’t bring herself to give in completely. To let it sweep her away. She was stuck, chained by other people’s expectations for who she was meant to be.
Could she really free herself of that? Could she really accept herself as a woman? Put all that talk of manliness behind her, and just put her faith in herself as a woman?
She wanted to. She knew she wanted to. She wanted to scream, and beg Akane to ravage her - no matter how embarrassed she might be for it when this ended. She wanted to embrace the sensations that she never could have as a man, and accept that she’d truly and permanently become a woman…
She couldn’t.
At least not by herself.
“Akane,” she whispered, through clenched teeth. “I… I need you to rail me.”
“What?” Akane asked, her eyes wide.
“Take me! Hard as you can! Make me scream! Make me… make me a woman.”
“You already are one,” she pointed out. She almost rolled her eyes, too, but something in Ranko’s eyes stopped her. That desperate look… she wasn’t playing around.
“Alright,” Akane said, leaning down to place a kiss on Ranko’s lips. Then her hand squeezed Ranko’s tit hard, and she thrust forward, pushing into her wife. Ranko let out a little noise, not quite a whimper, and far from a scream. That was fine. Akane wasn’t done. She slid out, just a little, then slammed back in. Pulled out a bit more, then pushed again.
Ranko writhed beneath her. The feeling of being so full. The undeniable sensation of something in her pussy. She wielded it like a weapon against the fears and desperation in her skull. Plugged her ears against her father’s voice and charged forward into the sensations, bucking and grinding against Akane as she tackled the mental walls within her.
Akane pushed further, not knowing Ranko’s struggles, but still determined to help in any way she could. She pinched her wife’s nipple, kissed her breast, nipped with her teeth and even tugged Ranko’s hair at one point as she thrust herself as deep as she could within the other woman.
Finally, a sound broke free from Ranko’s throat - a strangled cry. Still not quite the scream of release she was looking for, but closer.
Ranko could feel it, too. Feel something inside of her beginning to crack. She didn’t know if this was real, or imagined - if it was some form of psychosis, or simply her truly getting in touch with some part of herself. She only knew that it was important. That she had to break through whatever this was, to be free.
To be herself.
She thrust her hips forward, even as Akane rolled her own, the two of them pushing themselves flush against one another as Akane once again pushed as deep and hard as she could, until - at last - Ranko let out a scream.
Something in her snapped at that moment - as the world went white with pleasure - and when she came back to herself… She knew something had changed.
Alas, she had no way of knowing just how right she was.
~~~Author's Notes
Wrote this a bit back - and now that it's gotten JW's stamp of approval (as the commissioner) I'm finally ready to share it!Will try to write more before too long? Current plans are a chapter of My Own Villainess, then some Double Trouble, and then... Well, probably more MOV? And then this.