[Episode 35931] [Episode 35931]"What do you think of this one?" Lufy asked as she paraded passed in the latest of a long line of outfits. When the request for uniforms had come up, Mille had not been certain whether the Princess Project should just copy the original senshi's designs, so she'd appointed a committee which consulted Nodoka who could not make up her mind either. The result was a fashion parade of sentai-team fukus and harem costumes, skin tight plug suits and frilly peach-coloured wedding gowns; a display of cuteness or indecency, and little practicality.
"It's fine," Ranma repeated. He was begining to see the advantages of heavy armor.
These girls were weird and strange and not because of the alien nature. They had no problem disrobing before him; actually seeming to want him to watch. They encouraged him to comment on their bodies and seemed to value his oppinion, though he quickly learned not to be disparaging. Anger he could handle, but these girls just sulked when he was too honest.
"This doesn't clash with my fur, does it?" Lufy asked as she modeled the pastle pink concoction.
"It's fine," Ranma repeated.
Then there was the sleeping arrangements. He knew that bodyguards were supposed to stay close to the body they guarded, but they planned to not only sleep with him, but to sleep with him. All of them. Together even!
They were competitive about it, but showed no signs of jealousy. They ... got along.
Lufy stamped her foot. "If you are not going to pay attention, Milord, we may as well go around nude! What do you think of that?"
"It's fine," Ranma repeated.
"Males!" Lufy pouted and stormed off to huddle with her harem sisters for a group sulk and cuddle.
"Huh?" Ranma snapped out of it. "Sheesh! I'm sorry, but I've ... got other things on my mind."
"Awe, poor baby," Dale consoled as she knelt on the bed behind him. "You must be under a whole lot of pressure. Let me help you to relax."
"What are you...? Oh, that's nice." Ranma sighed with bliss. Things were looking up if he could get backrubs out of the deal.
"That's it, baby," Dale cooed. "Just relax and let all the tension melt out of you."
Ranma closed his eyes and let her fingers work the knots out of his muscles, ease his cares and worries, take off his shirt and undo ...
Ranma's eyes snapped open and looked between his legs where Falca knelt with one hand around his member. Then Dale pulled his head back and rested it against her breasts. "Just relax and let us do all the work, okay, baby?"
"'kay," Ranma said weakly as Falca's mouth set to work and the other Seraglio girls gathered round intent on joining the fun. It did feel nice and what was he to do but let them have their wicked way with him? Falca had him by the short and curlies so his mind and heart was due to follow.
Hotaru pouted as she stood on guard duty with Steg. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on inside the royal quarters, but knew that she was missing out on something. Michiru and Haruka always sounded like they were having lots of fun when they disappeared into their thin walled bedroom; though Hotaru couldn't puzzle out why they needed rope, clothespegs and whipped cream for that.
In due course, a rather worn and bedraggled looking Umi emerged to releive her sister from Dune. The Oceanaian princess leaned back against the wall and sighed blissfully. "By the Moons of Mongo, can that boy keep going and going and going...."
"So, umn, what uniform did he descide on?"
"Oh, uh, I dunno," Umi sighed and preened a webbed hand with her tongue. "I guess we'll stick with those fuck you things for now."
"Fuku," Hotaru corrected with a blush.
"Did he ever!" Umi sighed blissfully.
"..." Hotaru simmered.
(Posted Wed, 26 Mar 2003 07:17)
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