Futanari Ranma
A Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction
by Michael A. Ivins
Ranma, his family, friends and rivals are the property of Rumiko Takahashi. I get no money for writing this story. Mostly I just have some fun sharing the products of my imagination with others. I also do not own any of the characters from Manga (or is that doujin) Futa Club.
This chapter has LEMON content. If you find that sort of thing offensive, stop reading
Chapter 2
Dealing With the Change
Akane let go of Ranma's nipple and looked at the window of her room to see how late it was getting. The wedding had been scheduled for the early afternoon and it was now getting close to sunset. She said, "It's getting late. You'd better go get changed. Even if I'd love to have you stay here with me tonight, I don't think we should go public with the change in our relationship yet. For now just tell everybody that we were talking."
Ranma nodded but didn't get up. She gestured to the new addition to the anatomy of her girl form and asked, "Even if nobody else says anything, Pop's going to ask what the water did to me. What do I say about this?"
The black haired girl frowned. "What were you planning to say?"
"Planning?" Ranma shook her head. "You couldn't really say I was planning anything. I was just going to say I don't want to talk about it until I could think of something."
After a pause, she said, "When I hid in the bathroom, my thinking was more along the line of going on a training trip and never coming back. Either that or maybe committing seppuku. I was expecting people would be disgusted and not want me around. I never thought anyone would actually like what the cursed water did to me. My thought was something like finding a cave and becoming a hermit or something. You know, 'hide so nobody would have to see what kind of freak I'd turned into'. It was either run away or commit seppuku."
Hearing the pain in her lover's voice, Akane's expression turned sad. She patted Ranma's hand and said, "I'll stand by you even if nobody else does. I think for now it might be best if you stick with the plan of not talking about it. We need time to think about this and try to come up with a real plan. I have some ideas, but it might take some work to turn them into actual plans."
Ranma got up from the bed and retrieved her robe from the floor. She paused at the door of the room and said, "Ok, I'll wait. Please think really hard about it. If we can't come up with something, I may just have to leave on that training trip anyway."
Akane sighed and said, "If it comes to that I'll run away with you. We can change our names and pose as a married couple. Just please don't think any more about killing yourself."
Ranma unlocked the door and peeked out into the hall. Apparently, the rest of the family had gotten tired of standing around outside the door of Akane's bedroom. The area was currently deserted. She nodded and headed toward the stairs to change back to fully male in the bathroom.
As she got to the bottom of the stairs she could see things had gained a semblance of normalcy. Kasumi and Nodoka were off in the kitchen doing something together, while Genma and Soun were playing Shogi. Nabiki was watching TV.
When Ranma headed to the bathroom, the others noticed and Genma demanded, "What were you and Akane doing, boy?"
The redhead paused with frown on her face. That habit Genma's had of calling her "boy" regardless of what her gender of the moment was really irritating. She had tried to get him to call her by name more often, but that seemed hopeless. She said, "We were talking. Even you can't deny that we have a lot to talk about after what happened today."
Not liking Ranma's tone, the bald martial artist decided to let that pass. He really wanted to know what actually happened at the wedding. With a scowl on his face, Genma demanded, "Did that water actually do anything to you? Did the Guide send plain spring water without any magic?"
Ranma directed an angry glare at her father. Even with the current state of her emotions the younger martial artist was able to make an evasive answer. "It isn't just about the stupid water! It's about you organizing a wedding without telling me. It's about my best friend betraying me by throwing bombs during the wedding. It's about Shampoo trying to kill Akane. It's about Kodachi showing up in a wedding gown. It's about Kuno drawing live steel at a wedding."
She had moved closer to the men at the game table. "You were so confident that Akane and I would go along with it that you had to knock me out and dress me in my tux while I was unconscious. With the two of you jumping on even the slightest displays of affection as an excuse for a wedding, it's a miracle that Akane and me can still find any feelings for each other at all. If you want us to hate each other, you should just keep doing the same crap you've been doing."
Genma stood up, not noticing Soun re-arranging the game board while his attention was distracted. "Now see here boy..."
The redhead cut him off, "NO! I've had it with you two. If you want there to be any kind of chance for Akane and I to get together and stay together the two of you have to stop pushing. The way I feel about it right now, if Akane and I did get married tomorrow, we'd move to another city just to be away from you. At this point I don't care what happens to the dojo or the schools, I'd want no part in either."
Seeing her father about to begin his usual rant about honor and the joining of the schools, Ranma overrode him by talking louder, "Akane and I'd cut you out of our lives completely. We'd never call, never write, never visit, never even tell you where we'd gone. We'd never let you see your grandchildren if we have any. The next time you think about pushing us into another wedding before we tell you we're ready, think about that."
Soun and Genma both looked shocked. "You wouldn't," Soun asked. "The schools must be joined," Genma said.
"Try me," was Ranma's grim-voiced response. "Better yet, try us." She turned and resumed her walk to the bathing facilities.
As they watched Ranma's back retreating down the hall, Nodoka said from the door to the kitchen, "Dearest, Soun, perhaps it might be a good idea to hold off on any further efforts to get Ranma and Akane married for the present. I would hate to be denied access to my grandchildren when they are born. He sounds serious."
Soun nodded, for once actually thinking about the situation rather than simply erupting into tears. "Perhaps he just needs time to calm down from the events of today. The wedding and all the things that happened were stressful for all of us. It's only natural that Ranma and Akane feel angry. Give them some time. I'm sure they will come around and do what honor requires in time."
Genma may not have been the most intelligent man alive, but even he could see the wisdom in what his old friend was saying. He replied, "Perhaps you're right, Tendo. Pushing things now probably would be a mistake."
The elder Saotome man paused for a moment and asked, "Tendo, do you suppose the Jusenkyo guide was playing some kind of joke? Could that water he sent have been ordinary water after all? The boy looked just the same as always for his girl form."
With a frown, Soun answered, "There may have been nothing different that we could see, Saotome. The boy seems to think the water had some kind of effect. Otherwise, what was the reason for locking himself in the bathroom for two hours? Whatever it was, it's obvious that he doesn't want to talk about it right now. Perhaps that is something else we will have to wait for him to calm down for."
The long haired martial artists paused a moment, then said, "At least he was willing to talk to Akane. We should take that as a positive sign. Even though they didn't get married today, there is still hope for the future."
The bald martial artist nodded in acknowledgement of his friend's optimism but still frowned in thought. He couldn't get his mind off the water. "When we got some Instant Naniichuan it worked like a temporary cure. I can only think of two reasons for what happened today. Either that water isn't what the Guide told you it was in the letter or else the real, permanent, cursed water works differently from the instant."
Mr. Tendo shook his head. "Ranma will tell you when he's ready. Until then it's better not to worry about it. Have patience."
The Saotome patriarch shook his head and sighed. "It's easy for you to say 'have patience,' Tendo. You didn't just see your cure fail to work."
"At least let him sleep on it," advised the long haired martial artist. "The events of the day are still fresh in Ranma's mind. Tomorrow he may feel different."
Akane moved from the stairs where she had been listening and went back to her room. She was thinking about what Genma had said of the instant Naniichuan as opposed to the permanent water from the springs. It was true that she had seen Ranma and Genma get doused with the instant water and sit in the koi pond in celebration of their "cure." They had been so happy. Then it had started to rain and the two had changed into the usual cursed forms and both had started weeping.
The thought came to her that maybe the temporary curse was actually stronger than the permanent one. Maybe that was why it was able to replace the curse gained from the springs for a limited time. Was it possible that by being stronger that was also what caused the instant curse to be temporary? Did the stronger magic burn itself out or something? She didn't know enough about magic to really make a good guess.
She frowned as a thought occurred to her. If someone were under a temporary curse then doused with water from the locking ladle, would that lock the temporary curse and make it permanent as well? Getting Instant Jusenkyo curses was relatively simple, just buy the powder. It could be ordered by mail, phone or the internet. Even if getting the powder was easy, it might actually be easier to get the permanent curse water than to get the means to lock an instant curse.
The youngest of the Tendo daughters resolved to write a letter to the Jusenkyo Guide. Ranma was acting as if he assumed the guide knew what the water would do. It was a reasonable assumption, but might actually be unwarranted. If he didn't know then he might be made to feel bad or even guilty if he was told of Ranma's now mixed curse. If she worked it right, Akane might be able to play on that guilt to get him to ship her some of the two waters she wanted, and she knew she did want them.
With a mixture of Naniichuan and Nyaniichuan, Akane could become a futanari like Ranma. Unbidden a mental image came to her mind. The girl had at times shared the bath with her sisters and knew what each of them looked like when naked. In her mind she conjured up images of them and then imagined each of them with a hard cock added to their female anatomy.
That was fun to think about. It was just a fantasy after all. If she was just going to think about it, why not add in Ranma's mother. She was a beautiful woman who looked like an older, taller but less muscular version of Ranma's girl side. As a dick girl, she would probably look a lot like Ranma did now.
Who else could she add to the picture? She suddenly imagined her father nude. She had accidentally walked in on him in the bath a few times, so she knew what his lean musculature looked like. To the image in her mind she made changes. She widened the hips, added breasts and took away the mustache. Even without making any other changes to the face, she decided that her father would make a pretty attractive woman. With cock nearly a big as Ranma's, onna-Soun would make great dick girl.
While it was fun to fantasize about such things, Akane didn't know if something like that would actually be possible. Doing something like that to Genma wouldn't be possible because of the panda curse. The most that could be accomplished on him would be to turn him into a sort of panda-girl furry. She frowned and wondered if that could be a panda dick-girl furry.
As much fun as it was to think about, there seemed little likelihood it would ever happen. It seemed even less likely that the others in her family would even want to change in such a fashion. She might be able to work on the Jusenkyo Guide's guilt enough to get him to send enough man and girl waters to turn herself into a dick girl, but it seemed highly unlikely that she would ever get enough to change anyone else.
But wait, there was a problem with that idea. The Guide had sent water to the Tendo Dojo before and it had not reached its intended recipient. Soun had been the one to sign for the delivery and he had hidden away the cask of water rather than give it to Ranma, presumably in some sort of scheme to force Ranma into agreeing to wedding if he was resistant. Hiding the water had merely delayed Ranma's curse mixing so that his cursed form was a futanari.
That caused another thought to occur to Akane. What would have happened if Happosai had drunk the water as he had tried. Since the old freak was a man, albeit an old one, the water shouldn't have had any effect on him. There was the additional question if the water would work the same on the inside as it did on the outside. She didn't know how she could find out.
Anyway, considering the way her father had intercepted the water that was meant for Ranma, it would be best to have any other water sent to her go to an alternate address. Since her friend Yuka had been the one to introduce Akane to futanari comics, maybe she would be willing to help her friend become a real dick girl. The only thing she would have to do would be to let Akane have any water shipments sent to Yuka's house instead of the Tendo dojo.
Akane sat down on her bed with her mind buzzing with possible plans. Certainly the idea of doing to herself and all those others what had happened to Ranma would be rather extreme. It was probably better to just plan on changing herself. Then if the rest of the family rejected them, they could still run away together.
Downstairs Kasumi stepped out of the kitchen and announced, "Since the food for the wedding reception was destroyed, I have made a late dinner. I'm sure everyone is hungry."
From the hall leading to the bathroom, male Ranma's voice called out, "Did I hear someone say 'dinner'?"
Kasumi chuckled and said, "Yes, Ranma. You heard right."
They all went to the table. While they were eating Genma tried a little probing. "What happened, boy?"
Still annoyed at not being called by name, the young man frowned and replied, "A whole lot happened today. If you don't want an answer that takes an hour, could you narrow that down?"
"What do you think?" the older Saotome said in an irritated tone. "What happened with the water?"
The frown turned into a glare and Ranma said, "I don't want to talk about it." He glanced over at Akane, who gave him a tiny nod. He continued, "I need to think about it some more, figure some things out. Tomorrow after school, I'm gonna go talk to the old ghoul. I've got some questions to ask her and a few complaints to make as well."
"Complaints?"
"Yeah," Ranma agreed. "Like about how she's letting Shampoo run wild and putting people's lives in danger." He didn't say out loud that he wanted to find out if the old woman had known about mixing curses. If she did know, he wanted to demand why that information had not been shared with the male curse victims.
Genma frowned and asked, "And what questions did you want to ask?"
The pigtailed boy shrugged and said, "Well, it's not going to come as a surprise that she knows more than she's told us. I have to find out if she had knowledge in certain specific areas."
He paused in thought for a moment, then asked, "Hey, Mom? You're the head of Saotome Clan, aren't you?"
"Yes, dear," the auburn haired mother responded. "I was elected by the rest of the clan when Genma's absence left the position vacant."
The boy nodded. He asked, "Do you know how to declare a blood feud?"
Everyone looked alarmed at hearing the question. The Saotome matriarch replied, "No, I don't know, but I can find out. Who would we be starting a feud with?"
"The Amazons," was Ranma's answer. "Or if not the whole tribe, then with Shampoo's family. They've pulled way too much crap for it to go unchallenged. I'm not saying that we should declare a blood feud now. I'm just wanting to have that as an option in case Cologne isn't willing to back off."
Her manner grim, the older woman said, "Declaring a blood feud is a very serious matter. Are you sure that is a step you want to take?"
Ranma replied, "I know it's serious. I'm hoping that just the threat of it will be enough to get Shampoo and Cologne to leave me alone. But a threat that you aren't willing to carry out is nothing better than a bluff."
The older woman nodded. "There is truth to what you say. I will look into it."
"Thanks Mom. I really hope it doesn't come to that, but I want to be ready if it does."
Ranma finished his meal in silence, clearly deep in thought. Genma considered the conversation at the table and for once didn't try to badger the boy about it. If he was actually considering declaring a blood feud against the Amazons then it was almost certain that the so called marriage between the boy and Amazon girl was out the window. He had to admit that the girl's actions at the wedding warranted action but a blood feud seemed extreme.
What did this mean for the "relationship" with the okonomiyaki girl? She was as guilty of stepping beyond the bounds as the Amazon girl. She had also thrown bombs made of exploding food. Ranma hadn't mentioned declaring a blood feud on the Kuonji family. Maybe he was keeping that in reserve as well. Likely he would want to talk to the girl before doing anything. If only the boy didn't let his supposed friendship with the girl lead him into softening his stance on the matter. For now Genma approved of the direction the boy was taking and was not inclined to interfere.
After dinner the Ranma went into the dojo. He took with him a broom and dustpan. He was joined shortly by Akane and Kasumi. While they worked on cleaning up the mess, Ranma commented, "Nabiki should be here. This is at least partly her fault."
With an expression of disgust, Akane shook her head. "I can't imagine she'll want to get her hands dirty. She'll do stuff like put together the order for lumber to repair the building, but will leave the actual work to others. She's like that."
Kasumi advised, "Once we get the pieces of walls and ceiling cleared, we should concentrate on cleaning up the remains of the food from the reception. If that is left too long this place will start to smell really bad when the food spoils."
The others grunted in agreement and set to work. It was fairly late by the time they had the dojo cleaned up enough for Kasumi. She pronounced that they had done what they could for the present and the rest was a matter of carpentry. At least all of the food waste and scraps were disposed of and set out for regular garbage pickup. A lot more work was left, but at least it wouldn't stink.
When Ranma got to the guest room he found Genma already there. His father was in human form for a change. The older Saotome asked, "Son, are you sure about that blood feud with the Amazons? There are more of them than there are Saotomes."
Ranma frowned. He had to be honest about it. "No I'm not sure. I'm not even sure if I want to declare the feud on the whole tribe or not. I don't know that all of them are as bad as Shampoo and the Old Ghoul. In fact I think it's likely that they may even have some decent people in that tribe. It's just that we haven't met any of them."
He shook his head. "No, I just want that as a threat. I think it's far more likely that any feud that we start will be with the Old Ghoul's family and not the whole tribe. As it is I plan to put it out there as something to do if she and Shampoo don't agree to back off and leave me alone. If Shampoo keeps pushing and especially if she does anymore stuff like drugs, magic or taking hostages, then the feud is on. Especially if she takes hostages."
The older Saotome considered that. "So you plan the feud as a last resort contingency?"
Ranma nodded. "Yep. If she gets difficult, I will let the Old Ghoul know that I'm thinking of it."
The bald martial artist nodded. "That seems like sound tactics. I'll leave the matter in your hands then. Have you given thought to how you will deal with the Kuonji girl?"
Sighing, Ranma said, "I'll need to hear her side of the story. Since she at least was a friend, I owe her that much. If she can't give a good account of her actions and reasons for them, then the friendship is over and I'll have nothing more to do with her. If she wants to press on with that 'revenge' her father wanted, then I may need to pay a visit to her father and convince him that he needs to fight his own battles instead of getting his daughter to do it for him."
Considering his son's words, the elder Saotome said, "That sounds reasonable enough. What if the girl can convince you that she meant no harm?"
The boy said, "I'm still going to have to make it clear that friendship is all I ever wanted. When I told her that she's cute I wasn't trying to start a romance. I was just trying to pay a compliment to a friend. I was trying to tell her she should have no trouble getting a guy to be her husband. I didn't mean for me to be that husband."
"Why have you never told her this before?" demanded Genma.
"I tried," Ranma insisted. "I guess I got tongue-tied and couldn't say it in a way she wouldn't misunderstand. I'm more determined this time. I've got other reasons too, and I'm not going into them now."
"I see." Genma was silent for a moment. "For the path you are advocating, I will back you, if you need me. At present I think I might be more of a problem for you than a help. Neither of those girls thinks too highly of me."
That much was certainly true, but rather than risk the fragile sense of rapport he had with his father at the moment, Ranma decided wisely not to comment. He just said, "I have a lot to do tomorrow. Goodnight, Pop."
The older man grunted and lay down on his futon. Ranma shook his head and settled himself for sleep as well. It had been an emotionally draining day, one of incredible ups and downs.
As he lay on his futon, Ranma pondered what had happened with Akane. He had learned things about the tomboy that he had never suspected. The frustration over wanting sex with a dick girl and not being able to find one was somewhat understandable, but that didn't mean that the mallet was justified.
This was just so confusing. He hated turning into an even worse freak than he had been. Yet now Akane acted like she was fully on Ranma's side now and willing to face anything to stay with him. Or at least she seemed willing to face anything to spend time with the martial artist's cursed form. Ranma had long felt attracted to Akane, most especially when she smiled. That was one of the only reasons why he had put up with the girl's temper and penchant for using a mallet.
If Akane was to be believed, she had felt attracted to Ranma as well. It now turned out that the attraction was almost completely for his girl side but with a single bizarre exception. Now that the cursed water had added a copy of Ranma's penis to his cursed form, Akane claimed that she loved him... her... whatever, and lusted to have sex often with her.
Ranma had heard stories of celebrities and others who complained that they were wanted only for their bodies. The fact that Akane had said she only wanted sex with Ranma in cursed form suggested something similar. Was Akane's attraction to Ranma solely because of the physical attributes of his cursed form? Still it was better than being reviled as a freak.
Author's Note: Akane has revealed herself to be more of a pervert than she ever accused Ranma of being. Will she succeed in getting the water to change herself as she wants? Will Ranma resort to declaring a blood feud with the Amazons? Stay tuned.
The picture I attached to this chapter is closer to how I imagine Ranma's futanari form than the one I used in chapter one, at least in the area of the genitals. The nipple rings are solely the idea of the artist. I downloaded this and the previous picture from various sites on the 'web. Would anyone like to create art specifically for this story?
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