"WHY DON'T YOU TRY ME FOR REAL SOME TIME?"
a Ranma 1/2 lemon indulgence, ... by Tonbo
Part 1
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Out in the dojo, they were at it again.

How it had started, neither one knew.  Why it had started, neither one
cared.  All that mattered now was winning ... at any cost.

So they were at it again.

"Look, all I'm sayin' is that I don't wanna hurt you or nothin'. 
Personally, I think you oughta be glad I'm such a gentleman, and treat
you as nice as I do."

"A gentleman?!  You?!  You're nothing but a chauvinist who's too scared
to even fight a girl!"

Maybe that was the mistake, calling him scared.  That was usually all it
took to provoke Ranma past common sense or good judgment.

"Scared?!  Of you?!  That's a laugh!  You couldn't hurt me if I let
you!  The only time you ever even manage to touch me is when I'm
distracted or feelin' too guilty to defend myself!"

"That's just the excuse you use so you won't have to admit that I can
actually beat you whenever I really try!  Why don't you try me for real
some time?"

Or maybe that was the mistake.  It was not the first time she'd used
that particular line with him.  Ranma knew it was a lie.  Almost every
time they practiced, it turned into the "real" thing.  Akane would
attack; Ranma would dodge.  Akane would attack harder; Ranma would dodge
more flamboyantly.  Finally, Akane would be going all out in her efforts
to lay just a single finger on Ranma.  All the while, he would be
dodging in ways calculated to taunt her by showing just how easily he
avoided her best attacks.  This had been their routine from the very
first time they had sparred, even before Akane had found out that Ranma
was really a boy.

Ranma stopped, hearing those words again.  In that moment, somewhere
deep inside himself, he crossed a threshold.  He knew he would never be
able to make her admit defeat unless he could absolutely prove she had
gone all out.  As long as their practices remained nothing more than
simple sparring, Akane would always maintain that she hadn't really been
trying.  His unparalleled ego was now on the line, and he needed to
prove to them both that she couldn't stand up to him in a real contest. 
He needed her to know it, and he needed her to know that he KNEW she
knew it!

His eyes focused on her.  All unnecessary movement ceased, leaving him
poised and balanced, ready for what was about to come.

Akane recognized his preparation and followed with her own.  Taking the
slightest step to the side, she faced him squarely, balanced and braced
for his attack.

Ranma studied his opponent, noticing for the second time that day that
Akane didn't seem to be wearing anything under her gi top.  Sometime
after he had moved here, she had taken to wearing a white t-shirt
beneath it, but he'd seen when she'd first entered the dojo earlier that
her skin was exposed today above where her lapels crossed in front. 
Looking at her now, an idea came to him.

"Akane, I'm gonna MAKE you fight me.  I'm gonna make you fight me with
everything you have.  I'm gonna make sure we both know that I can beat
you any time I want, no matter how hard you try."

"You are so egotistical!  Fine then, and how do you think you're going
to do that?"

"You'll see.  I'm warnin' you though, you ain't gonna like it ..."

"I can take anything you can dish out."

"Okay, but I'm not gonna hold back, and I'm not gonna be nice."

"Fine!  That's just what I want.  Do your worst, Ranma!"

Ranma smiled.  That was all the permission he needed.  "Just remember,
you said it."

Always before when she had beaten him, there had been some measure of
doubt in his mind.  The truth was that Ranma doubted himself a lot. 
That was why he always had to win in any contest.  It was one of the
ways he set himself up for so many problems, always having to prove he
was better than anyone else.  He didn't have the confidence to simply
not care what others thought.  And it was that doubt which disarmed him
when faced with Akane's wrath.  The truth was that he often wondered if
the things she blamed him for somehow really were his fault, and his
sense of honor prevented him from properly defending himself unless he
was sure he was right.

This time though, he felt no guilt.  This time, he figured she had it
coming.  She'd mouthed off one too many times and she'd called him
scared.  But worse that these, she had committed the most unpardonable
of sins.  She had refused to acknowledge that he'd beaten her.

He was going to make sure that changed.  At any cost ...

He launched himself at her, throwing a double-punch to her face with
both hands at a speed he knew she would only barely be able to block. 
Both her hands came up, crossed in an "X" in front of her face for
protection.  At the last instant, though, his hands dropped to her chest
instead and yanked the lapels of her gi wide apart, exposing the white
tank top she was wearing underneath.

She brought her arms down fast, knocking his hands away from her body. 
Then she grasped her top and pulled it closed, shouting in disbelief,
"What are you DOING?!"

Ranma took a step back.  "I'm just makin' sure you fight for real this
time."

"You tried to see my chest, you lech!"

"I just noticed you weren't wearin' a t-shirt, that's all.  
I decided to find out if you were wearin' anything at all."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing.  Sure he was a pervert,
hitting on other girls and glomping onto Shampoo in front of her.  And
he'd even groped Akane herself before, but never so blatantly.  And he
had never admitted it before, either.

"So the question now is," continued Ranma, his smile becoming more
challenging, "if you're wearin' anything under the tank top."

Startled, Akane stepped back, dropping into a ready stance.  Surely he's
joking! she thought.  He wouldn't actually grab my chest, would he?  He
must be trying to scare me, right?  Faced with an openly hentai Ranma,
she just couldn't bring herself to believe that he actually could be
what she'd always accused him of being.  She decided instead that he
must be bluffing ... trying to make her admit defeat.  That's it, she
told herself, he thinks I'll back down because I'm a girl!  He's trying
to make me ask him to take it easy on me!  Her anger began to grow, and
she fairly yelled at him, "Oh, yeah?  And just how do you think you're
going to find that out?"

"Like this!" he yelled as he leapt at her.

She was ready for him this time.  As he came down, she jumped to the
side, sweeping with her foot.  Ranma found his feet knocked out from
other him.  Since he was too far from Akane to grab at her, he tucked
instead, as he landed, and rolled away from her on the floor.  A moment
later, he jumped up and spun around, ready to receive the attack he knew
must be coming.

Akane was inches from him and closing in fist-first, her right arm
extending into a punch that would catch him hard in the solar plexus if
he didn't move quickly!  Ranma leapt backwards away from her, grabbing
her right wrist with his left hand, pulling her along further in the
direction she had already been moving.  Since she had been pouring all
of her power into the punch, she found herself yanked off-balance and
falling forward as Ranma pulled.  Coming to an abrupt stop, he spun to
his right, using that motion to continue projecting her past him with
his left hand, her right wrist still in his grip, her right arm still
extended from her punch.  As she fell past him, though, he reached
across her body with his right arm to catch her and halt her forward
plunge, grasping her left breast firmly in his right hand.  At the same
time, he brought his left hand around and up, quickly and blatantly
checking her back for bra straps.

She snapped her newly freed right elbow back and connected soundly with
the side of his head.

She spun around to face him as he staggered away, his hand raised to the
side of his head.  "Ouch!  That hurt!" he said.  She started toward him,
but then stopped as he dropped into a defensive crouch.

"So how come you're not wearin' a bra, Akane?" he taunted.  "None of
your business, Ranma!" she shouted.  "Just shut up and FIGHT!"

She lunged toward him, throwing punches as fast as she could.  Ranma
backed away, blocking.  As the punches continued, Ranma began
occasionally to slip past them, reaching forward toward Akane's breasts,
forcing her to parry in return.  Ranma stopped retreating and held his
ground, the two trading punch for grope, parry for block.

Ranma wasn't using his full speed, he was enjoying the fight too much. 
In a way, this fight was a microcosm of their whole relationship.  He
had enjoyed touching Akane like that, but he wouldn't admit it.  He
enjoyed the anticipation of touching her again, but could only express
it in an aggressive manner.  He didn't know how to approach Akane, or
anyone else for that matter, in a soft or romantic way, so he could only
do so as a challenge.  And he was enjoying it.  Quickly, he planned his
next move.

Akane was too angry to be confused; too busy trying to get back at Ranma
to ask herself why she didn't just leave the dojo.  But even in the
middle of the melee, a small part of her mind was free to wonder, Why
would he want to touch me like that?  He isn't attracted to me, so why? 
Is it possible that he really doesn't think I'm so uncute after all?

Suddenly, Ranma threw both hands forward at his fullest Amagurken-honed
speed and grabbed Akane's breasts.  Instantly, her hands came up to
knock his away, leaving her midsection exposed for just a moment.  It
was all the time he needed.

"An opening!" he cried, as his hands moved to the real attack.  With a
lightning speed few in the world could even hope match, he untied her
belt.

That was as far as he got before Akane's fists connected with his face. 
He had expected her to once again RE-act instead of ACT.  He had
expected her arms to drop to her waist, leaving her upper torso open for
his next attack.  Instead, he was blinded, as stars consumed his vision.

Akane, having learned that modesty would only be used as a weapon
against her, ignored her belt as it began to unwrap from her waist, and
pursued Ranma across the floor as he retreated, taking advantage of his
carelessness while she could.  Throwing punches to keep him off balance,
she stepped forward into a stronger position, then spun to her side,
kicking him across the dojo.

Ranma crashed to an abrupt halt against the wall and fell to the floor. 
He shook his head and looked up, expecting to see Akane charging in for
more.  Instead, he saw her turn around and bend over to pick up her
belt.  Getting it off of her had cost him more than he had expected.  He
couldn't afford to give her the time to put it back on.  He wasn't
prepared to give up the victory of removing it in the first place, and
he wasn't sure he'd get a second chance now that she knew what his
target was!  He had to stop her.

The trouble was, he was lying in a heap at least fifteen feet away, and
moving way too slow to do anything about it.

As Akane bent over to pick up her belt, the back of her gi top rode up,
exposing her rear, while the fabric of her pants pulled tighter across
her bottom, nicely outlining her shapely curves.  "An opening!" Ranma
shouted, as enthusiastically as he could.

Akane "Eeeped," as she jumped straight up, grabbing her own rear end
with both hands to cover it, dropping her belt in the process.  Then she
spun away from the imagined attack and brought her hands around in front
of herself, surprised to see that Ranma was still against the wall, not
anywhere near close enough to grope her, as she had thought he was about
to do.

Ranma laughed as he forced himself to stand.  Staring straight at her,
he smiled deliberately.  He was still too far away.  If he didn't keep
distracting her, she might be able to get the belt back on before he
could reach her.  "You looked really nice bendin' over like that,
Akane.  Really smooth!  I didn't see any lines, though.  Are you even
wearin' any panties, Akane?"

Akane gasped at his words, her eyes growing big.  I looked nice?  He
actually said that?  Then she felt foolish.  He always did that!  The
only times he ever complimented her was when he was making fun of her or
trying to startle her, so he could pull some trick while she was
shocked.  Well not this time.  "None of your business Ranma!" she said,
dropping lower into a stronger stance.  "You're not going to trick me
again!" she continued, completely missing the fact that she was doing
exactly what he wanted.

Ranma's smile was no longer forced.  His words had goaded Akane into
ignoring the belt, wasting the few precious moments she might have been
able to use to put it back on.  He was now facing her, and even though
he was far away, they both knew he could close the distance before she'd
be able to finish tying it.  Moving slowly toward her, he continued
speaking.  He had to keep her angry enough that she wouldn't quit and
leave.  "I don't think you're wearin' any panties, Akane.  I think
you're as naked under your pants as you are under your shirt.  Am I
right?"

"Ha!!  As if I'd tell a pervert like you!  You'll never know what I'm
wearing!"

"Oh, but I think I will," continued Ranma.  "I think I'm gonna come over
there and find out for myself."

Akane's face darkened.  Through clenched teeth, Akane muttered, "Just
try it!"

"Okay," said Ranma again, continuing to advance.

Akane waited until he had closed half the distance, then began to back
away, circling to the side rather than allowing herself to be backed
against a wall.  Instead of following her, Ranma moved to the belt lying
on the floor and picked it up.  "You can have this back when you can
take it off of me," he said, beginning to wrap it around his waist.

Akane stared as Ranma began to put on her belt!  The humiliation of
being groped and undressed by him ... the taunting and the tricks that
she had already fallen for ... it was too much.  To have him take her
belt as a trophy and treat her like a student, setting a goal for her to
reach, putting forward a challenge and judging her ability by whether or
not she could achieve it ... 
it was all just too much to stand!

She charged him, screaming a battle cry at the top of her lungs! 
Startled, Ranma dropped her belt and jumped back. At the speed she was
charging, he would end up hurting her if he tried to block.  He didn't
want that, so he turned and ran.

Around and around the dojo they went, Akane throwing punches and
shattering wall panels, Ranma moving away, running and dodging instead
of blocking, waiting for her to tire.

Ranma made sure he stayed ahead of her, but never too far ahead.  He
didn't want her to think she might be able to gain enough time to try
for her belt again.

Eventually, she became frustrated and began to shout at him.  "What are
you running for, Ranma?!  What are you scared of?!  Worried about what
some weak little girl like me is going to do to you?!  Don't think you
can handle me?!  Come back here and fight me!"

Ranma knew she was tiring when she stopped throwing punches and started
throwing words, so he retorted, "Oh, I'll come over there, all right. 
I've already 'handled' you today, and I'm gonna 'handle' you some more
before I'm done!"

"Oh yeah?!  Then, stop running away and try it!" she screamed.

Even as she was saying it, Ranma made his move.  He leapt into the air,
allowing Akane's momentum to carry her past him as he somersaulted
backwards in the air above her.  As she passed beneath, he reached down
from above, upside down as he was, and grabbed the fabric on her
shoulders.  As he finished his back flip, coming down behind her, he
pulled the fabric off her shoulders, over her arms and down to her hips,
the gi top coming down around her waist, trapping her arms by her sides
and fully exposing her tank top clad torso.

Akane tried to back-kick him, but he had already pulled her back against
him and she couldn't get any leverage.  He wasn't just holding her arms,
he was holding her entire body in this makeshift straight jacket that
had been her gi, pressing up against her to limit her mobility.  As she
struggled to pull her arms from her sleeves, Ranma grabbed the fabric
around her wrists, tightening the material and taking up the slack she
needed in order to get loose.  Without the belt, the only thing holding
her top closed around her hips were two small ties inside the folds of
her top on either side of her waist.  If she struggled any more, she
knew  she would tear the small ties loose.  She didn't want that, so she
decided to relax and wait for an opening.  He couldn't hold her like
this all day.  Sooner or later, he would have to let her go.

As she ceased her struggles, Ranma began finally to realize that he was
pressing up against her from behind.  Oh my God!  I'm huggin' Akane! 
What do I do? he thought.  Akane was standing still, her body against
his own, his body responding in ways he hadn't planned.  A part of his
mind began to scold him for his own stupidity.  You idiot, what did you
think was gonna happen if you started undressin' her?  He had to do
something!  Any second now, she was going to FEEL his reaction, and then
he'd REALLY be embarrassed!  He needed to make her either surrender or
keep struggling.  Anything to get them moving again or give him an
excuse to let go of her.

"So, you gonna give up?  You gonna admit once and for all that I'm
better than you?  Or are you gonna pretend that you just let me undress
you without puttin' up a 'real' fight?"

"Stop fondling me and let go, you pervert!" was all she could think to
say.

It was at this point that Ranma noticed something.  The tank top that
his fiancee was wearing didn't go all the way down.  Holding her from
behind, her arms still pinned at her sides, he bent his head down to her
side and took a good close look at where her shirt, cut off into a
skimpy midriff, exposed Akane's stomach and waist.  Seeing him studying
her body, Akane began to blush.  Ranma looked up at her and their eyes
met.  Seeing the color of her face made him all the more aware of their
position, which in turn made him respond all the more to her presence. 
Bending down like he was though, at least THAT part of him was no longer
pressing into THAT part of HER.  Still, the blushing was enough that
they both knew the mood had changed.

Akane turned her head away and said, "Will you let go of me?  
What if someone comes over from the house and sees us?"

Ranma stayed where he was, enjoying the view as he thought it over. 
"They won't do that.  They never come out if we've been fightin' too
loud.  They never want to get into the middle of one of our fights, so
they all stay away.  With all the shoutin' and the damage you were
doin', we could stay out here all day and they wouldn't come check on us
'till dark."

Akane looked back down at Ranma.  "So are you going to hold me like this
until dark, then?"

"Maybe," he responded, more to himself than in answer to her.  "I kinda
like it."  It wasn't until after the words were out of his mouth that he
even realized he had said them aloud.

Akane went numb.  "He likes holding me?!" she thought.  "He said
that?!"  She didn't know how to respond, except with an even deeper
blush.

Searching frantically for some way to recover from the embarrassment of
his admission, Ranma continued with, "Hey Akane, what're ya tryin' to
dress so sexy for, anyway?  It's not like you can really pull it off,
you know."

Pu-chin!  Akane's blush disappeared.  "He just had to say it!" she
thought, her eyes closing, tendrils of smoke beginning to curl up around
her ears.

"Did you know," he continued, "that from down here I can see the bottom
of your breas..."

He got no farther.

Too bad about those ties, Akane thought, as she ripped them loose.  No
longer caring about the condition of her gi top, she tore out of it and
pulled herself free, spinning to face Ranma again.

Ranma's face had been down by Akane's fist, and he had taken a hit in
the eye as she had sprung free of his grasp.  But as he had staggered
back, he had at least managed to retain his grip on Akane's top.  Facing
her now, he quickly used it to cover his groin.  He already had quite an
erection, and now Akane was facing him in just her gi pants and
crop-top.  She was barefoot, her hair was disheveled, there was a light
sheen of sweat all over her exposed skin, her face was flushed and she
was breathing heavily.  In that moment, she was everything he could
imagine in some wild exotic warrior woman from a fantasy story.

He took note of several things.  First, that her tank top was too tight
for comfort ... his comfort.  Second, that Akane had ... grown ... since
he'd first met her.  And third, that there wasn't much difference
between a white shirt made wet from rain and a white shirt made wet from
sweat.  All in all, he was very glad he had her top.  And not just
because he could cover himself with it.

"All right, Ranma.  You've had your fun.  You've grabbed me and groped
me and looked me over like a piece of meat, but that's all over now. 
Give Me Back My Top!"

Ranma smiled.  So, she still had some fight left.  Good.  He was
enjoying himself immensely, despite all the pain.  "Guess you're just
gonna have to come over here and take it away from me, huh?"

Akane charged.  Ranma turned and ran.  This was the part he really
enjoyed the most.  He liked seeing her angry.  He liked dodging.  But
mostly, he liked showing her he COULD dodge, that she couldn't lay a
finger on him unless he was distracted.  "What's the matter, Akane?  I
thought you said you were gonna try for real this time?  What are you
holdin' back for?"  Akane screamed his name and attacked all the harder!

Soon it occurred to Ranma that he had no plan.  He didn't know what to
do next, and he couldn't just keep dodging forever.  The purpose of this
whole thing was to make sure she fought "for real," so she couldn't
pretend any longer that she had never gone all out against him, but she
didn't have much clothing left, and he hadn't really considered just how
far he was prepared to go to prove a point.  He needed a plan.

With his erection now long gone, Ranma was using Akane's top as a prize,
holding it out at arm's length as he danced away from her, always
pulling it out of her reach as she would grab for it.  Now he ran across
the floor and scooped up her belt with his other hand as he passed over
it.  He let her get closer to him as he did this, close enough to almost
reach him, then he dropped to the floor in a ball.  Akane tried to jump
over him, knowing it was too late to stop or even slow down, but as she
did so, he threw one arm up and snagged her foot, causing her to trip.

Grabbing her ankles as she fell to the floor in front of him, he used
the belt to tie them together, moving as fast as he ever had in his
life.  By the time he was through, she was busy trying to turn herself
over onto her back.  Ranma jumped forward and threw himself onto her,
his unexpected weight driving her to the floor again, still face-down. 
Then, he grabbed her wrists.  Pulling them behind her, he tied them
together with her gi top.  When he was finished, he turned her over onto
her back.

continued ...

~Tonbo
jet@onramp.net