Senshi of Love: Kasumi Blossoms [Episode 120342]

As the sun crept into the room and stole over the sleeping figures, Kasumi awoke with a yawn and a stretch.   When Kasumi stretched, she stretched in places girls shouldn't stretch.   Tentacular vines and viney tentacles sprouted from her green skin, curled around a double pair of soft mounds or instinctively seeking moist and pleasant places to take root.   Kasumi smiled dreamily as she felt her knobby parts part her bedmate's folds and squeeze their squishable bounty, drawing them into her welcoming embrace.

Ranma and Shampoo mewled happily at their erotic awakening.   Their eyes had barely flickered open before their mouth's happily latched onto Kasumi's nipples.   Kasumi moaned with delight as they suckled on her nectar filled breasts. Her tentacles plunged deeper into her squirming pussies' squirming pussies and they in turn stroked her floral quim, encouraging her to produce more nectar.   The rich, creamy sap which they milked from her breasts was much the same as the potent ejaculate from her vines that had apparently impregnated her lovers, and they couldn't seem to get enough of either substance.

After a delightful round of tentacle fucking and mutual masturbation, Kasumi forced herself out of the tangle of limbs and vines to get dressed ready for the morning chores.   Her fashion style had changed dramatically since her transformation into a plant.   Gone were the conservative housewifery dresses, for her favoured choice of outfit had become light and revealing.   Even that was only a token nod to the decency laws, for she really hated wearing any clothes at all.   The feel of sunlight and air on her skin was an exquisite delight.

Kasumi chose a shockingly non-traditional mini-kimono; a cut down wraparound that accentuated her womanly figure, was easy to put on, and even easier to take off.   She wore nothing underneath and relished the naughty freedom.   Shampoo and Ranma's clothing hadn't changed quite as dramatically, but the style had become just a little more daring too.   They now favoured tight Chinese silk shirts and short frilled skirts, that let them move with maximum feminine grace without restricting their movement in any way.

"Come along kitties," Kasumi murmured as two tentacles lashed out to settle around their necks like a pair of leashed collars.   The cat girls mewed compliantly and followed her out on all fours.   Their tails had a tendency to flip the back of the skirt up over their buttocks when they bend forward at the hips like that, revealing that they wore sexy silk cut panties to anyone lucky enough to get a service shot.

"Good morning boys," Kasumi greeted with indulgent possessiveness as they stepped off the stairs and sashayed across the room.   She jerked tightly on her pets' reigns to remind everyone of their place.   She didn't mind boys looking at her lovely's wares, but she always let everyone know that they were her pretty kitties.   After all, she was the one who had knocked them up.

"Ah, daughter in law, you're late for the breakfast rush this morning.   Again."

"Good morning, Grandmother," Kasumi bowed politely.   "I'm sorry, but I have trouble getting up before sunrise, being a plant you know."

"Humph," Cologne snorted knowingly.   "Waking up isn't the problem, I suspect, as much as getting out of bed.   Heh hee!   Ah well, we must make allowances for your condition I suppose.   Still, no dawdling now you're up and down, you have customers waiting!"

"Yes, Grandmother," Kasumi agreed, unleashed her playmates and hastily took up her position behind the counter.   Ranma and Shampoo stood upright and began taking orders from their happy customers.   The Cathouse had become a very popular diner since it had "acquired" two perky catgirl waitresses and a most excellent chef.   Kasumi liked to think that people came for the view but stayed for the taste and she was not entirely wrong.   The fact that the plantgirl was sexy, friendly, and smelled so pleasant, didn't do their custom any harm either.

Cologne hoped onto her accustomed observation point and sighed as she watched the trio at work: her transformed granddaughter, her former son-in-law, and her new student.   She'd taken Kasumi under her wing after the transformation by a rather liberally interpretation that, as the "father" of Shampoo's child, the plantgirl was an outsider male who had defeated her granddaughter in battle.   It was rather obvious that the catgirls made a pair of devoted bodyguards.   There was no way Shampoo could be persuaded to give her mistress a Kiss of Death, and Cologne liked her little body in one piece.   Besides, she was genuinely fond of the plantgirl, whose cheerful personality hadn't changed beyond being somewhat more freely expressed.

Kasumi had passionately accepted the Kiss of Marriage because she was rather besotted with her new girlfriends, and felt partly responsible for their condition.   However, she'd agreed to move into the Cathouse to work and study martial arts under her new teacher because…