[Episode 113957] [Episode 113957]She should have kept her mouth shut for once.
But, despite what was about to happen to her, she’d lucked out.
If Mihoshi had been the sort of Genie to produce Monkey Paw wishes, meaning the worst possible consequences, Nabiki would have found herself kidnaped by white slavers the next day. Sent to a brothel in one of the areas of the world where a blind eye was turned to the sex trade, and by the time Ranma found her in a few months, her mind and spirit would have been destroyed, leaving only a nearly-mindless sex-slave who’s only desire was to do whatever her current master wanted, ‘anything’ he wanted.
But, Mihoshi didn’t do those type of wishes.
Instead, the Blonde Genie’s magic, operating on a level below Mihoshi’s awareness did not just grant Nabiki’s wish on the basis of her raw words, but on the fantasy that caused them,
Which did create a bit of a problem. Namely Nabiki could not be that type of sex slave on her own world, there being a big difference between fantasy and reality. The magic had to find someplace where Nabiki’s wish could be granted in a manner reflective of her fantasy.
Way out on the fringe of possibilities, it found such a world, and thus activated and a second later, Nabiki and Ranma experienced astral projecting as their minds were lifted free of their bodies.
For a brief second they stared down at their former bodies, and then suddenly found themselves racing down a long twisting, bluish tunnel. The shade somewhat like that Earth possessed when viewed from space.
Nabiki and Ranma had no way of knowing, of course, that what they were seeing was thousands and thousands of possible earths racing by so face they were a blur.
Nabiki popped out of the tunnel into a room. Looking down, her eyes widened in surprise as she spied what looked like herself, tied down over a padded trestle, with what looked like Ranma about to penetrate her with . . . . Wow, he really lived up to his name,” was Nabiki thought, just as she got body slammed into her new body and everything got a bit confused for a second.
Ranma, who had even less of a clue than Nabiki, tried to put up mental breaks as he saw him zooming toward a version of himself who was just about to do something really perverted to Nabiki. “I am so dead,” were his last thoughts before he too was slammed into his new body.
Both bodies jolted as their occupancy rate was exceeded. Nabiki’s body, tied down as it was, could not do much, but Ranma’s body was under no such restricting. With a sudden thrust, Ranma’s long thick cock speared into Nabiki’s body, spreading her delicate folds and pinning her firmly in place.
At the same time, Ranma’s left hand, wearing a heavy seal wring, reversed so that the disk faced down, clutched Nabiki’s ass, pressing the heavy disk against Nabiki’s ass.
Nabiki let out a scream, that somehow was a chorus. Pleasure like nothing she’d ever experienced flooded her system, joined by a searing pain in her ass as she was branded with magic fire, and claimed utterly as Ranma’s slave.
Nabiki’s head lifted, her wide staring eyes not seeing anything of her surroundings, but somehow able to see a misty astral form of herself, with a very surprised look on her face, just before it was sucked up into a silvery mid-air whirlpool.
Nabiki let her body slump down over the trestle, panting hard with sweat beading all over her body. It took her several seconds to recover from her de-flowering, and when she did, she became very aware that something large and pulsing was filling her sex, and not moving.
Nabiki’s squeezed her cunt muscles, trying to expel the object, but all that did was send a new wave of pleasure through her body, which was very nice, but not what she was after.
Nabiki was frantic. She didn’t want to be Ranma’s slave, no matter her masturbatory fantasies. The Ranma in her dreams was a firm strong willed master who would ignore Nabiki’s attempts at mental judo and instead simply use her body for their mutual pleasure.
The real Ranma was a wimp, who she could wrap around her finger and leave a confused and bewildered clod who couldn’t even understand she’d been playing with his mind. He was a patsy, not a master. Even as she thought that, however, her eyes widened. What was she thinking? She didn’t want a Master! Not really. She was a free and independent girl. A certain feeling of relief swept over her at this realization. Her mind was still her own.
She didn’t know where they were, or just what was going on, but at least she was herself . . . A sudden shudder shook Nabiki’s body, as the cock insider her stretched pussy pulsed slightly, reminding her that while she might have her own mind, someone else was in possession of her body.
She gritted her teeth, and told herself that this would give her tremendous leverage over Ranma. His slave! She snorted in derision. She’d own him after this! He’d do whatever she wanted, or else!” Nabiki let out a sudden gasp as a small orgasm caused her body to shudder. As soon as she got his, oh so thick dick, out of her body, that was. “What the hell are you doing, Saotome?” She demanded in a loud voice.
The poor idiot was likely frozen with shock. “Come on, Saotome . . . “ Nabiki bit her lip at that. No she did not want him to ‘come’. “If you don’t get out of me, you know someone is going to walk in on us,” she said, going for a firm, but reasonable tone, which was really hard when you were impaled on a boy’s dick. She was quite proud of her control. Unfortunately, neither her tone or words seemed to have any effect on Ranma. He just stood behind her like a lump, his prick throbbing inside her sensitized pussy. Nabiki just had time to realize that maybe thinking about that fact was not a good idea before another mini-orgasm rippled through her body.
Sweat beaded on Nabiki’s forehead. God it felt good. She’d never imagined having a man inside you could feel so good. She shifted her stomach muscles, and clenched her ass, squeezing her inner muscles and adding even more lovely feelings as clenched around that warm rod of flesh. She forgot herself in the pleasure and moaned in delight.
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There was a reason for Ranma simply standing behind Nabiki with his cock burred in her body, and not moving, and it had nothing to do with his mind shutting down in sheer horror of the consequences, though that was a good guess. Rather, it was Nabiki’s ill advised wish that was once again at fault.
Her suggested wish was for her to be changed into Ranma’s sex-slave. For that to work, Ranma would have to have sex with her. That was not going to happen without a good swift kick in the pants to Ranma’s sexuality. Which was screwed up, to say the least.
His gender curse had messed up a lot more than Ranma’s life and body. It had messed seriously with his mind. Switching back and forth between a heterosexual male, and a heterosexual female could do that to you. Ranma had been well on his way to normal teenage horniness when the curse had happened. But nothing had been normal in that regard ever since.
He’d liked girl, really he had, and the thought of getting close to one had given him some pleasant dreams. And some embarrassing moments. The curse changed that. When he was female, his sexual attraction to girls decreased greatly, on a biological level, though it still existed physiologically. At the same time, his, or rather her, interest in boys, increased.
A fact that Ranma rejected so strongly, that he didn’t even have to think about it in order to suppress those feelings ruthlessly. Only occasionally, under the guise of teasing or conning Ryouga, or flirting with store-clerks for extra food, did that aspect of her sexuality get to come out and play a bit.
But, you can not pick and choose drives as powerful as those. At least not when you are a virgin with nothing to really anchor one or the other of those urges to. So by suppressing the feminine side of him, or her, self, Ranma had put up barriers against what he would have considered normal sexual feelings toward girls as well.
Slaver-Ranma on the other hand, had been enjoying the company of girls long before he got his curse. He had found little difficulty in maintaining that interest. His upbringing had taught him that girl’s were slaves to their desires, and if his female body had such urges, they were to be expected as part of the curse. Unlike the other Ranma, those feelings did not fill him with self-doubt. He knew he was a stud! He just used the sexual frustration of his girl side to fuel his male side’s exploits. Which was one reason why he almost always had an erection after switching back from being a girl.
The wish-Ranma needed a bit of that attitude if the wish was to be granted. After all, Nabiki could hardly be a sex-slave, if there was no sex involved.
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Slaver-Ranma was suffering from serious Coitus-interruptus. No sooner had he started to slip the meat to his brand new slave, when some god-damn fucking poacher had jumped into his mind and kicked him out of the driver seat.
Right now the two of them were standing in some white walled room. Slaver-Ranma had tried to reason with the other guy who looked sort of like him, if not as pretty, but he seemed to be in some sort of a coma.
Then things got weird. Well, weirder. A big yellow folder had popped into existence over his head, and a second later a sheet of paper slipped out of it and flew over to disappear into another yellow folder over the head of his ugly twin. Another page followed, and another. “What the fuck is going on?” Slaver-Ranma demanded, but got no answer.
“Well, finally,” he said when the two yellow folders disappeared and his counter-part blinked. “Finally waking up, asshole?” he called. Right before the spinning silver disk popped up behind him and sucked him out of the room.
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Ranma blinked. For a second he thought he’d seen himself in a mirror, but something must have moved it because the image was gone. He looked around himself, trying to figure out what was going on, but not having much luck. He remembered Nabiki’s wish, but he was damned if he could figure out what this had to do with it.
Then, everything went black, for just a second, and suddenly Ranma was back in the real world, sort of.
The very first thing Ranma was aware of was the wonderful warm wet pressure wrapped around his dick, which of course made him look down. His eyes bulged as he saw the lovely curved ass cheeks and the sight of his cock spearing into the cunt just below them. Oh, god, I am so dead, he thought.
A low moan and a twitching around his cock made him remember that he was not the only person involved here.
“Ahh, Nabiki, is that you?” he asked, and felt like slapping himself for asking such a stupid question. If it was Nabiki, she’d say something nasty, and if wasn’t Nabiki, whoever it was would likely be very pissed off that he didn’t know her name.
There was silence, for several seconds. Then Nabiki’s voice spoke, and just as Ranma had feared, she was being sarcastic.
“Well, it sure as hell isn’t Sleeping Beauty, Saotome,” Nabiki drawled. If Ranma had not been so freaked, he might have noticed that Nabiki’s voice did not contain her normal ‘whatever’ tone. Actually, it sounded pretty strained. Which it continued to do so as she continued to speak. “And, just to make sure you get the point. You are no prince, and that is not a kiss.”
Ranma blushed. He hated when Nabiki was sarcastic, it wasn’t as if this was his fault. She’d been the one who made the wish.
“Saotome?” Nabiki’s voice said, the strain even greater in her voice.
“Uh, yea,” Ranma asked, as he tried as hard as he could not to move. The feel of Nabiki’s inner flesh wrapped around his cock was just about the best feeling he’d ever had. And the urge to see what it would feel like if he were to, say, move it around a bit, was nearly overwhelming.
“Were you planning, oh say, on taking your dick out of my cunt anytime soon?” The stress Nabiki was under came through in her vulgarity. She didn’t usually have to resort to such.
“Oh! Yea! Right!” Ranma hastily said. He started to pull back his hips, and could not help but stare down at the junction where his cock fit inside Nabiki. As he watched his dick slipped out a bit with Nabiki’s delicate pink flesh wrapped tightly around it and pulling outward at the same time.
“Stop!” Nabiki nearly screamed. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open and gasping. Just having Ranma inside her had been strange and wonderful, but the sensation when he’d started to pull out . . . She thought the top of her head was about to come off.
Ranma had stopped moving, and she was grateful for that as she gathered her thoughts. She couldn’t let him know how much this was affecting her. She needed to stay in control.
“Ok, this is what we’re going to do,” She said “You just stand there. Don’t move! Just wait till it goes soft, and then you can slip it out!” she said.
Ranma looked down at Nabiki with an incredulous expression on his face.
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