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. ******** '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 goinng to get a visit..."