This is my first (and probably only) darkfic ever. Let me know what you
think!
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Too Much to Resist
By Angie Hughes
flamingweasel@freewwweb.com
Characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Viz Video, and are used
without permission. No profit will be made from this work.
This story is very dark, and contains lemon/rape content. If this
offends you, do not read it.
'Shampoo make SPECIAL mix for violent pervert girl... Then
she go away for sure!'
With that thought, she started adding different spices from
great-grandmother's special spice cabinet to Akane's order.
********
Passion Spice. Lemon Tea Leaves. Insanity berries. Anger spice.
Hate extract. Permanent powder. A few lemon drops and some curry
powder, for seasoning.
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'It's good that Kasumi's finally taking some initiative with
Dr. Tofu, and telling everybody else that I was going to cook got rid
of them nicely. Now if only Ranma and I can talk for a few minutes
without fighting, maybe we can deal with this fiancee thing.'
"Hey, Akane," the martial artist in question commented, "I
called the Nekohanten for takeout, so you don't have to cook, really!
I even told Shampoo if there were any love potions in it, I'd never
speak to her again!"
"You jerk, you're just trying to get out of eating my cooking.
How am I supposed to get better if you won't let me practice?"
"I don't think I can survive much more of your practicing,
Akane, you---"
*WHAM* *SPLASH* As usual, a wet Ranma-chan pulled herself from
the pond in the back, grumbling about brutish tomboys.
"Nihao, Shampoo bring ramen Airen order!"
"Thanks, Shampoo, just put it on my tab, okay?" Ranma-chan came
back in, towelling herself off.
"Food always free for Airen! Bie Lao!" Shampoo left, thinking
of all the strange things Akane might go through tonight. She didn't
even remember all the spices she put in Akane's ramen!
"This is pretty good, Shampoo outdid herself on this beef
ramen!" Akane said, surprised.
"Huh, my shrimp ramen is about the same as always. Maybe she
wants to make friends with you, Akane."
"Nah, she probably just wants to show me how much better she is
at cooking. Not that anyone ever gives me a chance... Jerk."
Ranma-chan was too busy eating to reply. Then she noticed an
extra little envelope with the ramen takeout box.
"Hey, alright, Shampoo sent me another packet of instant
Nannichuan!"
Akane grabbed it, starting an impromptu game of keep-away from
Ranma-chan.
"Give me that!" Ranma-chan grabbed one end and it ripped,
spraying powder all over Akane, who then punched Ranma-chan through the
wall.
"Stupid jerk, now I have to wash this stuff off..." She headed to
the bath. For some reason, she wasn't thinking straight enough to
realize that this would activate the instant Nannichuan. She sat down on
the bath stool, stripped off her dirty clothes, and splashed herself with
water to clean with. The change was almost painful, and suddenly the
cloudiness in her mind jumped to critical mass.
"Stupid tomboy... She didn't have to hit me so hard." Ranma-chan
dusted herself off and started toward the bath to wash off the powdered
plaster.
Ranma-chan stood in the changing room, takinng off the dusty
clothes, looking forward to a nice, long hot soak to restore her
masculinity. Unfortunately, such was not to be.
Ranma-chan stepped into the bath room and stared, as a HUGE man
that she somehow knew was Akane leered at her. He'd obviously been
waiting for her to enter, and certain parts of his anatomy stood up to
greet her.
*WHAM*
Ranma-chan's ears rang and her vision blurred, and when she could
see clearly again, Akane was holding her down on the floor.
"Akane? Wha-"
*SMACK*
"Shut up and listen to me, Ranma, I'm going to show you something."
Ranma nodded, not wanting this obviously crazed Akane to hit her again.
It hurt a lot more than usual, and his grip was FAR stronger than any
Ryoga had so far shown.
"I am stronger than you, Ranma. I am better than you. You will
never insult me again, because you will know your place. Now, I will teach
you to remember that." Ranma gasped in terror as his legs forced hers
apart. Akane wouldn't... He'd never... Would he?
The pain erupted in her mind like dynamite with the first thrust.
Something inside Ranma tore, and she screamed.
*SMACK*
"Shut your mouth and take it like a girl." Akane grunted, forcing
himself into her over and over, aggravating the wound inside her.
"Please, don't... No..."
"This is for insulting me. This is for making fun of my cooking.
This is for being better at martial arts..." Akane punctuated each agonizing
thrust with a reason, which burned itself into Ranma-chan's mind.
Then, she felt it. A strange, not unpleasant but wholly unwanted
feeling inside as he pumped his seed into her. Ranma could do nothing but
cry as all the barriers in her mind came crashing down at once, burying her
in her own blocked feelings. Then, Akane seemed to regain some sense of
himself and looked down at Ranma-chan, lying bleeding on the floor.
He ran.
*****
Ranma woke up to a kind of pain she had never before known. Mental
anguish, as memories returned to her and then more, as she felt things she
had been blocking off since early childhood. Things that her father had
beaten her for saying, things that made Ranma feel worse than the pain
between her legs. Feelings Ranma had though gone forever, returned by
the falling of all of her walls.
Shampoo would pay. Ranma-chan knew that Akane would never have
acted like that on her own. She knew in the depths of her soul, where she
had hid her love for Akane before this... Shampoo hadn't drugged her
ramen, she had drugged Akane's for some reason.
But first, She had to find Akane, and try to get rid of whatever
drugs were in his system. Changing him back should at least help. But
where would he go?
*****
The path hadn't been hard to follow, random destruction marking it
clearly. She followed Akane to the bridge where they had talked after
Akane gave up Dr. Tofu, and under it.
"Akane? Are you okay?"
"Ranma? I'm glad you're here. I need you to help me..." Akane
held out a tanto taken from the dojo. "Please kill me, it is only fair."
"Akane... I would never do that. I love you."
"What? How can you say that after what I just did?!?! I hate
myself, you should too."
"Akane, I'm used to it. You broke down a lot of barriers in my
mind, I remember things that make me sick to think about, but they're
things I need to deal with. Looking back, now I realize why I made fun of
you, and it all makes sense. after all, calling you a tomboy kept me from
thinkinng about the fact that I'm FAR more of a tomboy than you ever could
be."
Akane stood up, his hands gripping the tanto, blood dripping from
where one hand gripped the blade.
"What are you talking about?"
"Akane, I once told my pop that I wished I was a girl. Do you know
what he did? He 'showed me what it's like to be a girl.' I was just 6,
and he spent a week beating and raping me. And HE wasn't under the influence
of some of Shampoo's potions."
"Oh my GOD!"
"Yeah. And I was a boy all the time, then, and there was only one
way he could do that to me. Gods, it hurts to remember this..."
"Oh, Ranma..." Akane hugged her, his huge arms enfolding her small
frame as they both shook with sobs.
A while later when they both settled down some, Ranma offered
Akane a set of Ryoga's old clothes she had brought with her. "Akane,
this is not your fault. You don't still want to commit suicide, do
you?"
"No..." Akane put the tanto back in it's sheath and washed
the blood off of her hand. "But Shampoo is definitely going to get a
visit..."
Soon after at the Nekohanten, Shampoo sensed something was
wrong in the restaraunt. Dropping her broom, she turned to face
Ranma-chan, and some man she'd never seen before.
"Nihao, Airen! Who is large friend?"
"Shampoo, we need to talk," said Ranma, but Akane jumped at
her, snarling.
"You bitch! I'll kill you!"
Ranma-chan grabbed his arm and was dragged along like a rag
doll. Shampoo pulled a pair of war maces from under the counter and
faced Akane.
"You insult Amazon warrior, now, you die!"
"STOP!!!!!" Ranma chan stood between the two, her tiny hands
blocking a mace and one of Akane's huge fists.
"Akane! Sit down, we are going to talk about this. We will
then decide what to do about this, and not a second sooner. Shampoo,
sit down and put those away. You will not kill Akane, or hurt her in
any way, ever again, or it will be me giving you the kiss of death."
Both of them sat at a table, recently vacated by fleeing
customers. They were alone in the place, and Ranma-chan walked to
the door and calmly took down the restaraunt's open sign and
curtain, then locked the door.
Shampoo commented to Akane, "Violent pervert girl look
better as boy! You use Airen's Instant Nannichuan? Maybe you
stay that way, and find new fiancee?"
Then Ranma returned to the table and sat down. "Now, Shampoo,
what did you put in Akane's food?" Ranma faced Shampoo, and Shampoo
found herself shaking at the look in her eyes.
"Airen, Shampoo not know what you-"
*SMACK* Ranma moved faster than could be seen, and an
angry red handprint appeared on Shampoo's face.
"No lies. What did you put in Akane's beef ramen?"
"Shampoo not remember for sure..." her eyes shimmered with
tears as she realized that Ranma-chan was VERY serious, "but shampoo
think... ummm..."
Shampoo hopped up and ran to the special spice cabinet and
returned with various bottles and shakers.
"Shampoo think this all of them."
"What do they all do?" Akane asked, unable to read the
Chinese labels.
"Ummm, this one passion Spice, this one Hate Extract, this
one anger juice... and... Lemon Tea Leaves?"
"What's so special about tea leaves?" Akane asked, trying
to talk this out first like Ranma asked.
"It... it make person want to... make babies."
Akane jumped across the table and slammed a ham-shaped fist
into Shampoo's jaw, knocking her to the floor.
"You fucking Amazon bimbo, that shit made me rape Ranma! I
hate you, you bit--" He slumped as Ranma poked a spot on his back.
Shampoo stood up, ready to fight, then Akane's words reached
her.
"Violent pervert girl really force Airen?" she asked, rubbing
a bruise on her jaw.
"Yes. And thanks to your Instant Nannichuan, she was a boy
when she did."
"Violent girl die now!" Shampoo grabbed the maces and started
to swing a strike that would crush the unconscious boy's head.
With two swift kicks, the mace was sliced in half and the
Amazon doubled over, clutching her stomach.
"I said no fighting. Akane never would have done what she did,
but there were 'special' spices in her. Ones you put there. As far
as I'm concerned, YOU raped me. Akane was just your puppet."
"Airen, Shampoo never mean to--"
"Shut up. Don't tell me what you 'meant to,' I don't care
right now. I should hate you. What you caused took down a lot of the
barriers on who I am, and violated me in a way I can never forget.
But I don't hate you. I don't like you, I will never love you, but I
can't hate you. Because those barriers also kept me from remembering
who I am, and while it hurts to remember, I needed to."
"What Airen mean?"
"Shampoo, I don't have the time or the ennergy to explain it to
you. And I don't really want to anyways. The point is, you will
never again harm or drug any member of the Tendo or Saotome families,
and if you do, I will hate you. Then, I will kill you."
Shampoo looked into his eyes and saw only truth. Not anger,
not jokes, not fear. Only the simple, undeniable truth.
Cologne chose that moment to enter. She took a look at the
three at the table, the sleeping male Akane, the shaking with fear
Shampoo, and Ranma with an aura of seriousness she had never seen the
girl show before, as well as...
"Son-in-law! What has happened???"
"Ask your great-granddaughter."
"Surely she did not get you with child." Comprehension dawned
as Cologne returned her gaze to the sleeping Akane, and the spices
arrayed on the table.
"Shampoo, we must talk. Ranma, leave now and take... him...
with you."
Ranma-chan carried Akane's large form with only a small strain,
and ran for Dr. Tofu's clinic. 'I wonder what she meant? Surely
not...'
As she entered the clinic, Dr. Tofu looked up from a medical
journal in surprise. "Ranma? Who is that?"
"Doc, it's Akane. I had to use a knockout accupressure point
on him."
"Okay, he'll wake up in time. You start some water heating up
and explain what happened."
Setting the kettle on a small hot plate, Ranma started the
long story.
*****
"--So, then the old ghoul came in and... Oh, the water's
ready." Ranma-chan stood up and retrieved the whistling kettle. She
then poured some of it on Akane, who returned to her original form,
leaving the spare set of Ryoga's clothes much more loose on her.
Then Ranma poured the water over her own head... and nothing
happened. She looked at herself and tried again. Nothing.
"Dr. Tofu..."
"I'm already checking, Ranma. I don't know what would cause
you not to change. Oh, I need a blood sample."
"Sure thing, Doc, just fix whatever's wrong with my curse..."
Both already had a sneaking suspicion that neither wanted to
believe. A few minutes later, the doctor returned with a small plastic
object and an upset look on his face.
"Ranma, you're pregnant."
Ranma joined Akane in the bliss of oblivion.