[Episode 128033] [Episode 128033]Kasumi sighed and continued to dust the low table next to the couch. Her rhythm...and her humming...faltered as she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.
Kasumi glanced over at Konatsu, and quickly turned away, blushing. "Oh my." She commented, somewhat huskily. Apparently, Konatsu's anatomy worked very well. Kasumi watched it rise, the blush on her cheeks deepening. Kasumi took a quick mental stock of the household.
Father and Mr. Saotome were out doing their civic duties. Ranma and Akane were in the dojo. That poor Kuno girl was resting in Grandfather's room. That left her. Alone. With THAT. And Kasumi was still having, well, urges from last night.
She had had pleasant dreams the night before, and felt herself remembering some of the more...vivid...parts. A small smile formed as she tapped a few points on the sleeping ninja, ensuring the exhausted girl woud stay asleep. Dr. Tofu's books did come in handy from time to time, and Kasumi was always a hostess willing to make her guests more comfortable in her home.
She gently pulled back the covers and lifted Konatsu's skirt. Oh my, indeed. Kasumi giggled slightly, thinking of THAT. What her guest didn't know, certainly wouldn't hurt her. Kasumi slowly dropped to her knees before the sleeping girl, and leaned forward.
"I really shouldn't be doing this," Kasumi quavered at the enormity of THAT, thinking deliciously naughty thoughts. She closed her eyes, and opened her mouth.
It was most certainly improper, but she just couldn't stop herself. Besides, she already had the feather duster out...
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Ranma-chan flowed through her kata, a little distracted by her femininity. Ranma could quite get one of the more complex positions right. She stopped, took a deep breath, and begun again from the start. It never failed. When Ranma most wanted to stay male, the world conspired somehow to splash him with cold water. Turning him into a her. And, of course, the hot water was out. Something must have been under the house that morning. The pipes had been broken.
Ranma moved, more agressively this time, as she felt a presence in the doorway of the Dojo. "What do ya want, Akane." she stated flatly, trying to ignore the intrusion.
Akane placed her hands on her hips. "I came her to practice, baka. What do you think!"
"Like practice is gonna do you any good." Ranma grinned. This was more comfortable. Anything to keep last night at bay.
Akane huffed. The nerve of that arrogant jerk. He just moves right in and takes everything over. Nothing she owned belonged to her anymore. Everything he touched was all his. How could it not be? It was his martial art. He was the big man on campus. He was the center of attention. And he took her father's dojo! She just wanted to scream!
Something snapped. Akane felt a minor twitch...below...and knew the answer. If he owned everything, making Ranma hers would make her the Master. She smiled as she moved in.
Ranma tried to ignore the tomboy as she fell into stance beside her. The two moved together. Ranma sped up, and noticed out of the corner of her eye that Akane matched the pace. Ranma couldn't have that. He sped up some more, and felt satisfaction as Akane could keep up, fumbling her movements.
"You think it's funny, huh?" Akane growled.
"Hey, what can I say, tomboy. I'm the best!" Ranma's grin widened. He turned as Akane moved, expecting a mallet. The redhead got slammed into the training equipment instead. "Hey, what's the big --" Ranma's eyes got wide.
Akane had dropped her gi, but what she had revealed, no woman should have. It was huge. Stunned and off balance, Ranma could do very little as Akane whipped her around and bent her over a sawhorse. "You like being the best, don't you." Akane growled as she pulled Ranma-chan's pants down, revealing her tight, firm ass.
Ranma gasped as her legs were spread. She tried to stand up, but Akane's brute strength quickly put her back over the sawhorse. "Akane. What are you doing?"
"Something I've been wanting to do for a long time, baka." She nudged between Ranma's legs, feeling the tip of her new cock part Ranma-chan's folds. Ranma-chan jerked and struggled under Akane's grip, but couldn't get the right balance to fight back.
In the back of Ranma's mind, his worst fear was coming true. His first time would be with Akane, yes, but he didn't want to be a girl! She wailed as she tried to break free. Akane flexed her hips. Ranma grunted as his Fiancee buried herself into Ranma's cunt in one sharp movement. Ranma grimaced at the pressure. The redhead felt Akane pull back, and it elicited a little cry from Ranma, much to her shame. Akane slammed in again. Ranma felt every ridge, every bump, as her cunt reflexively clenched. Akane made a grunt of appreciation.
He was a GUY, damn it! This shouldn't be happening. He should have been the one fucking her, not the other way around! Akane picked up tempo, pounding Ranma into the sawhorse. It was all Ranma could do to hold on. And hold on she did. She thought of this as a new training excercise. Ranma grit his teeth at the pleasurable, no, awful sensations pulsing through her. Could she hold out, not react, until Akane was finished? Could he keep from giving in, and succumbing to the curse? Or would he end up submitting to Akane and becoming the girl he had always feared?
Ranma strained as Akane crowed. Akane, for once, was getting the better of the deal. She looked down on this lithe, perfect redhead under her. She watched the redhead's muscles move and shift under perfect skin, sending pleasurable ripples across her lover's body, and up her cock. Akane groaned at the sensation and began to shift position, penetrating deeper. Giving Ranma exactly what she deserved.
Ranma groaned at the increased sensation. No! Stop! He wanted to shout, but it was all he could do to keep his breath under the assault. Oooh... OH! Not there! Oh god, YES! Ranma thrashed wildly under her Fiancee, as Akane hit all the right spots. Sparks flashed behind the redhead's eyes. Her nightmare came flooding back.
That was when Ranma knew. She was a girl. She had been denying it since the curse. This body couldn't be real. He couldn't have a girl's body. If he did, wouldn't he be a girl, too? Ranma had lost the struggle he had upheld since that day in China. This girl's body was real. And it could feel...ooooh...wonderful sensations. Ranma stretched and pivoted her hips, matching Akane thrust for thrust. She felt a weight being lifted off her shoulders as her lover pounded into her harder. Ranma placed her head down on the sawhorse and felt her lover's balls slap the outer lips of her pussy. She pushed back more.
She wanted this so much. To not have to worry about being the best anymore. To be claimed. To be sexually conquered. "Fuck me, Akane!" she cried. "Fuck me harder!" The two howled in mutual pleasure. Ranma twitched as Akane filled her. Ranma's clenched her cunt, milking her lovers cock.
The two slumped to the dojo floor. Akane stretched out. Ranma cuddled into the crook of her shoulder. Akane protectively wrapped her arm around her lover, and fondled Ranma's breast. Ranma took a firm grip on Akane's cock. The two fell into a gentle sleep.
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Kasumi looked up at the cry from the dojo. She smiled, and daintily dabbed the corner of her mouth. Time to get back to work. The shelves don't just dust themselves, you know.
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"What do you mean you didn't find anything?" Nabiki growled as she leaned over the table.
"I mean I looked all over the net, and all I could find were a bunch of urban myths." Gosunkugi leaned back in his chair.
"Couldn't you have done something useful, instead? Urban myths are a joke!"
"I hit all the right sites. Nothing there had anything substantial on how to turn a man into a woman, even a partial one."
"Then you owe me ten thousand yen." Nabiki crossed her arms and glared at the skinny sophomore.
"What, why?" Gos shot out of his chair.
"For wasting my time." Man, Gos, thought. Akane-chan's sister could sure be a bitch some times.
"I'm not done yet, Tendo-san. I'll find what you're looking for." Gosunkugi was surly, watching Nabiki's superior smirk come to the fore.
Nabiki loved this. Putting her customers into a binding contract with no escape clause. Walking over their backs in stiletto heels. Seeing them chained to a frame with gags shoved deep into their throats. Feeling them shiver as she dragged her leather whip down their back to the crack of their ass. Having total control...to torture or pleasure them. The feeling of long leather boots and a tight--
Nabiki shook her head clear. That dream last night was entirely too real. She was in control! Not her body. Besides Gos was nothing much to look at...unless...NO!
Nabiki snarled. Gosunkugi cowered. "Get me my information, or else." She bit off.
"Yes ma'am." quavered Gosunkugi. Nabiki stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind her! Damn. That really pissed her off! Now to find a bathroom with some privacy! The mercenary stormed off.
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A cat, not much more than a kitten, really, padded through the crawlspace under the Tendo home. Something didn't quite feel right, though. The shadows seemed a little too dark. The cat's ears perked up as it stared into the darkness, a low rumble in its throat as the cat ducked its head. A tentacle whipped out, snagging the stray and pulling it in. The cat yowled for but a moment.
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