[Episode 128424] [Episode 128424]Another minute ticked off as Daisuke looked over at his partner in perversion. He studied Hiroshi and imagined that curvaceous female body underneath the male physique, wet and willing. Daisuke could practically hear Roshi-chan's soft squeals and insistent pleas. He could practically feel her supple breasts and her warm mouth. Of burying himself deep into her and the incredible feeling of her moving in time to his needs. But that was no longer enough. Daisuke imagined his friend's cock, hard and determined waiting to penetrate Dai's female form. He remembered Hiroshi's rough, firm hands kneading places on Dai-chan, pinching and caressing all the right spots. Daisuke tingled at the memory of feeling Hiroshi's shaft move inside Dai's female body...every inch all the way inside...pleasing Dai-chan in ways she could never have imagined possible.
Dai stared at Hiroshi from the corner of his eye, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as Daisuke felt himself rise to the occasion for the fourth time that day. Judging by the glance of desperation Hiroshi shot him, Daisuke felt pleasantly warmed by the fact that at least he hadn't suffered the day alone. Hiroshi apparently wanted to meet privately as much as Daisuke did. It'd probably take some arguing to find out which would be the guy for the night. Daisuke snorted loudly at the thought. An eraser bounced off his head.
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Hiroshi reluctantly followed, watching the swaying ass in front of him create interesting shapes under the schoolgirl's uniform. In a perfect world, he would have tapped that ass in the stairwell. Hell, he probably would have bent Dai-chan over a park bench somewhere on the way home for an afternoon quickie. Hiroshi knew Dai was pretty quick on his feet, but Hiroshi was the risk taker. The two made a pretty good team, actually. Hiroshi, though, had to drag Dai kicking and screaming to the next level once they'd doused themselves with Jusenkyo water. Dai would never admit it, but Hiroshi knew deep down Dai couldn't give up their newfound freedom.
And the two had a plan. Have any girl they could possibly bed at Furinkan. Take them in every way imaginable, and leave them begging for more. The two were already quite experienced in how to please women, having practiced on each other multiple times. They were even beginning to anticipate each other's needs. Now all Hiroshi had to do was get Dai-chan's hot little ass ready for some of the guys. Hiroshi desperately wanted to see his friend being taken in all three holes simultaneously, while Roshi-chan herself was given it slow and deep. That particular fantasy would have definitely taken the edge off for the afternoon.
Instead, Daisuke and Hiroshi were dragged into a foursome with Yuka and Sayuri. The double date wasn't supposed to happen until the following night, but the girls had wanted Daisuke to apologize to Sayuri properly. They also really wanted to hear about the Duo's visit to the Dojo the night before. Apparently, Nabiki had been stalking the school in some kind of crazy getup in an overheated snit the entire day and wasn't talking to anyone. Nobody wanted to get within ten feet of her. Kuno was still on sick leave, and Gosunkugi, the school weirdo (after Ranma and Kuno, of course), was even more skittish than usual.
Ranma and Akane were nowhere to be seen. Hiroshi had left that "contagious" thing Akane's older sister had mentioned the night before alone. He knew Daisuke would come up with a solution if Hiroshi managed to push the right buttons. Dai had always been the problem solver. Hiroshi thought of himself as being more of a big idea man. The fact that Ranma and Akane did not show up to school as promised made the worst possible scenarios come stampeding through Hiroshi's overactive, highly perverse imagination. Some couldn't be helped in the short term, but he'd think of contingencies later when Dai had taken care of the immediate consequences. Who knows? Maybe they'd be able to turn the Tendo dojo problem into an opportunity? He'd have to talk with Dai about it later...
"Isn't that right, Roshi-kun?" Yuka chirped. Hiroshi looked up from that swaying ass to the smiling face of his girlfriend. She wasn't attached to that ass, by the way.
Hiroshi nodded and smiled, acting the good little virgin he was still supposed to be, and said, "Sure thing, Yuka-chan." Hiroshi smirked. Their girlfriends were at the top of their list for the eventual conquest of Furinkan.
Hiroshi ran through the quick list of every position he wanted to put Yuka in for their first time. He'd get to Sayuri later, of course, trading off with Daisuke, but Yuka would always have that special place...his first lust. Where to start? That ball-gag he'd used to keep Dai-chan from squealing would work on Yuka real good.
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Daisuke sat opposite Hiroshi, picking at his ice cream but not really eating it. This was his "I'm Sorry" present he owed Sayuri. Not a bad gesture, he thought, if the present led to make up sex. Sayuri was still a virgin, though. He couldn't even get a handjob out of her. He stabbed his ice cream and took a particulary vicious bite as the girls chattered on.
Daisuke was trying to remember what he did wrong in the first place. He had more important things to worry about. The Tendo Dojo. Ranma and Akane had locked down their home fairly tight, keeping Dai and Hiroshi away from their intended targets. They needed to get inside, or at least get more information. The Furinkan rumor-mill's stories on Nabiki were disturbing enough. He feared what kind of havoc had played out with the appearance of the new Kuno and Konatsu. And what the hell happened to Konatsu's distraction, anyway? Did the Master PC misplace the command? Daisuke was unsure how to take the possibility that the Master PC might have bugs.
Still, to avoid arousing suspicion, Daisuke acted as if everything was normal. He was fairly certain though, that things were rapidly spiraling out of control. Sayuri nudged him, and Daisuke stood up. She sauntered over to the store clerk. Daisuke thought he noticed an extra little swing in her hips. He smiled for a moment, letting his mind wander from the Tendos to the promise that slow saunter held, anticipating what his first time with Sayuri would be like. Dai looked back at his friend and Yuka. Hiroshi was shoveling the last of his ice cream as Yuka waited impatiently for him to let her out of the booth.
The movie was going to start in half an hour. Yuka and Sayuri were chattering again, this time about how important it was that they not be late to the ticket booth, or all the good seats would be taken. Daisuke acted the proper gentleman, and held the door open, falling in step behind Hiroshi as he walked out. Daisuke kept the brisk pace up, watching Sayuri like a good boyfriend should, but his mind wandered through the various hellish scenarios that could be brewing thanks to his fantasy. All he wanted to was a few quick rounds with a dickgirl, not be killed by the local martial arts nuts. He sure hoped Hiroshi had a plan.
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The theater was dark, and pleasantly so. All the better to find some privacy in. Daisuke let his hands roam Sayuri's body, but there were boundaries. No touching above the skirt. None inside the blouse. She was saving herself for her future husband. It pissed Daisuke off that she didn't seem to think he might be the one. There was no trust. Still. A good grope was a good grope, even if he wasn't "the man of her dreams". And fondle he did, through her blouse, using things he'd picked up from previous sticky, sweaty encounters with Roshi-chan...and a few things Daisuke'd felt Roshi-kun do to him in his female form.
Sayuri moaned and leaned in for more. Daisuke grinned, he liked that. He heard a similar muffled squeal coming from Hiroshi's darkened chair. Apparently Yuka liked what Roshi could do with his hands, too...Daisuke shifted Sayuri, getting himself a better view of Hiroshi and Yuka.
As Daisuke looked over Sayuri's shoulder, he saw Roshi staring back, over Yuka's. Daisuke's breath took on a husky quality as he watched Yuka shudder under Hiroshi's ministration. Daisuke, emboldened, leaned in, nibbling Sayuri's ear as he stroked her flanks. The schoolgirl cooed.
Daisuke continued to stroke her as he watched Hiroshi's hand slowly slip under Yuka's skirt. Her leg spasmed, reflexively hooking over Hiroshi's leg. Yuka mewled into Hiroshi's shoulder. Hiroshi once again looked over at Daisuke, smirking.
Daisuke, already at half-mast, sprang to full attention. He went to work, knowing he could get farther than Sayuri's rules allowed. He was kneading, caressing, pressing. And Sayuri was responding, pressing her crotch against Daisuke's leg. He cupped her ass as he reached up to begin unbuttoning her blouse. He heard a small cry, and glanced over to see Hiroshi nipping at Yuka's breasts through her shirt. Hiroshi looked up, the twinkle was still in his eyes. A promise of what was to come.
Daisuke growled. In need. In frustration. Jealousy? He wasn't sure. He didn't care. His hands fumbled with the panting Sayuri's blouse, freeing her bra from its confines. Daisuke paused for a moment, studying her soft, smooth skin in the dim light of the movie screen. Her breasts heaving, he notice they were different from his female form's, or that of Roshi-chan's wonderful mounds. These were more conical, slightly upturned. They weren't any better or any worse, he thought, just...different. He nuzzled them, biting lightly through the fabric of Sayuri's bra. He was rewarded with a small groan of pleasure.
Her muffled gasps and groans were joined by Yuka's, drowning out the movie. Daisuke looked at Hiroshi again, nuzzling Sayuri's breasts as his hands stroked along her inner thigh. Hiroshi's eyes shown with delight as Yuka held on tight, slowing pivoting her hips on Hiroshi's leg. Her teeth bared in a grimace as she held back a shriek, she instead grunted as Hiroshi moved his hand under her skirt.
Daisuke was on the edge, as well, just barely holding back as he watched his friend reduce Yuka to practically begging for it. Daisuke knew just how she felt, Hiroshi had done it to his girl body several times. He turned his attention back to Sayuri, gaining small gasps of excitement from her as he pressed back against her dampening panties. His hand trailed up her white stocking, sliding underneath her skirt as she kissed his neck. Daisuke watched Hiroshi as he climbed further, sliding his hand over to Sayuri's inner thigh. He brushed against her, and she gasped. He pressed a little harder, outlining her through her panties, knowing just how much Roshi-chan liked that.
"No. Please." She whined as she pulled away. "I can't. Not like this." Daisuke sat, eyes cold, rock hard, as he watched Sayuri distance herself. She straightened her skirt and buttoned her blouse. Daisuke looked over at his friend, and saw Yuka pulling away as well. Daisuke locked eyes with Hiroshi.
Yuka and Sayuri took their seats, blocking Daisuke's view of his friend. "We need to get home. We'll see you both tomorrow at school." Yuka stated, prim and proper. And cold.
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It was raining now. They stayed to watch the movie as the girls left them behind. Hiroshi stumbled through the puddles into the alley behind the theater, dragging Daisuke by the hand. It was grimy and nasty, but the two were alone. Finally, Hiroshi was alone with Dai-kun.
"You think they're going to talk to us tomorrow?" Daisuke asked. Hiroshi huffed as he pushed Daisuke up against the wall. A brief tingle, and Roshi-chan willed herself into being a girl. Daisuke sputtered, taking in how well Roshi-chan's wet school shirt melded to her bare breasts. The areolas darkened the white cotton and the nipples proudly stood out. Roshi-chan leaned in for a kiss, starving. The two moaned and melted into each other. "Rosh," Dai-kun protested as Roshi-chan broke the kiss.
"Hush you." She replied as Roshi-chan kneeled before Dai-kun, thankful to be wearing boy's pants in the muck encrusted, slimy alley. Daisuke put his head against the brick wall as Roshi-chan unzipped him. She smirked as Daisuke's cock was set free from his underpants, already erect. She gently took hold of Dai-kun's manhood with both hands and looked up to him. Daisuke looked into her eyes. No words were needed. She engulfed the head of his cock.
He groaned, suddenly weak in the knees. Roshi-chan's hand slammed into his chest, pinning him against the wall. She pumped him with her mouth, gradually working him further and further in. Roshi-chan focused on her gag reflex as she took him in completely. Her nose was nestled into his pubic hair, his balls rested against her chin. Her lips were stretched a little uncomfortably around his girth, and she idly thought about asking him to shave when they were done. The hair tickled her nose.
Roshi-chan closed her eyes, and then began to pull back, pressing her tongue on the underside of Dai-kun's penis, stroking it as she pulled away. Dai-kun let off a long, low moan. Hiroshi appreciated that. Happy that she could do this to Dai-kun, giving him as much pleasure as he gave her. Hmmm...perhaps a tongue stud would be a good idea? Or maybe matching tongue studs? She would have smiled at the thought if she could. Something else she'd have to convince Daisuke on.
Roshi-chan felt Dai-kun take her head, running hs fingers through her hair before getting a good grip. Finally, she thought, he's showing some spine! He'd wasted a whole day full of opportunities worrying about those damn dickgirls. Roshi-chan relaxed and concentrated on her gag reflex, letting Dai-kun control the pace. She made sure, though, that she took him all. His quavering moans were music to her ears.
Slowly he picked up pace. It wasn't much longer now. Roshi-chan's hair was plastered to her face, and Dai-kun's cock was slick from both her saliva and the rain. She felt him pulse, and began to swallow as he pumped his load into her, grinding Roshi-chan's nose into his pubic bone. Roshi-chan tried not to swallow it all, though, rolling some of Dai-kun's cum around on her tongue.
Daisuke helped her stand, seeing that smirk and a twinkle in her eye. "I've got a present for you." She said, then leaned in for a kiss before he could react. He felt the taste and the texture of his own cum as she tongued the wad into Daisuke's mouth.
Daisuke sputtered, pulling back. "What the hell, Rosh?" She giggled as he growled. Roshi-chan pushed her wet hair out of her face.
"It's not like you haven't tasted it before, Dai-chan." Roshi-chan chirped as she dabbed his cheeks. "You certainly enjoyed it then!"
"Yeah, but it wasn't mine!" Dai-kun snarled. "I wasn't a guy, then either!" Roshi-chan mock-pouted as she pulled Daisuke closer.
"When you need it the most, I'll be the girl for you. And if I ask, you'd be the girl for me. We both know it. We'll have many, many partners together, Dai-chan, but none will compare to what we can do to each other, and I know just what you like, whether you're a girl or a guy." Her lips were close, the hot air caressed Daisuke's wet face. Daisuke leaned against the waill, entranced by Roshi-chan's wonton display. Still hesitant, but entranced by her smell, by the smell of his cum on her breath. "Does it really matter, Dai? Whether you're a girl or a guy when you're with me?"
Daisuke pulled her in for the kiss, rippling for a moment as he became a she. Dai-chan's tongue probed Roshi-chan's mouth, scooping out every last drop of cum she could find. Roshi-chan smiled and cooed into the kiss as the rain petered out to a light sprinkle.
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The two leaned against the wall in the aftermath. They both needed to get home, get cleaned up. They both needed to plan about Kuno, Konatsu, and the Tendos. Neither were ready to leave the alley just yet.
Dai-chan's sigh became deeper as he willed himself back into a guy. He glanced down at the wet Roshi-chan, a lazy grin on his face. "Thanks." Daisuke said. "I needed that." He pulled her closer and the two cuddled for warmth.
"So did I, Dai-kun." she replied into his chest. She leaned back, a mock scowl on her face as she looked up at him, "And it took you all damn day to get around to it!" Daisuke laughed as she playfully punched him in the arm.
"All you had to do was ask." Daisuke stated he put her against the wall and leaned in for a kiss. Their breathing slowed, each anticipating the other's next move.
The two were startled as Gosunkugi, wet, grimy, shirt torn in various compromising places and minor cuts seeping blood, stumbled through the alley. He had crashed through a couple of empty trashcans.
Gos looked over his shoulder, gulping for air, wheezing as his skinny chest heaved. He turned to start running again, but took a step back and wailed at the unexpected visitors.
It took a brief moment for Gos' fear-filled either to flash with recognition. "Daisuke-kun." Gos focused on Daisuke's companion. "Are you a transfer student to Furinkan?"
"She's my cousin," Daisuke blurted, "From Yokohama." Roshi-chan growled as Gosunkugi's eyes widened, locked on her bare breasts clearly visible through the her wet shirt. A small drop of blood trailed from Gosunkugi's nose.
"You too must be awfully close." Gos murmured, entranced. He tore his eyes away, and looked up to Daisuke, "Why is she wearing a boy's uniform?"
"Umm...ah...you see, she lost her luggage at the train station, and all we had at home were some of my old uniforms."
"And we are very close." Roshi-chan purred, "Practically kissing cousins." She pulled Dai-kun in, and for a moment, the two forgot about the skinny outcast.
"Sayuri must sure be jealous, Daisuke-kun." Gos mentioned, trying to get their attention back.
"She's not." Daisuke growled, refusing to look away from Roshi-chan. "My cousin's just recently arrived."
"Gosunkugi!" a banshee screech echoed down the alleyway. Gos wailed in response.
"Hide me!" Gos pled with Daisuke and Roshi-chan in a harsh whisper.
Daisuke leaned in closer, grabbing Gos by the shirt. "Sayuri will never find out, will she?" Dai commanded. The banshee howled again. Gos cowered and hopped from one foot to the next. "Will she, Gosunkugi-kun?"
"No, of course not!" His desperate, fear filled eyes locked on to Daisuke. "Now hide me! Please!"
Daisuke grinned and hefted Gos' light body with an audible grunt. He turned to find Roshi-chan already waiting with an open garbage can. The two shoved the skinny boy in among the filth and the waste, and slammed the metal lid on top of Gos' head with a hollow gong.
Dai and Roshi wiped off their hands, and Daisuke wordlessly gave Roshi-chan his school jacket. Her eyes responded gratefully as she covered her wet chest.
And not a moment too soon. The banshee was Nabiki. Dressed in one of her old school uniforms, obviously too tight for her more developed body. She wore black satin gloves, and a pair of leather boots that reached up above her already short skirt. She snarled at Daisuke and Roshi-chan as she lightly slapped a riding crop in her hand. For once, Yuka and Sayuri weren't embellishing the school rumor.
Nabiki's look turned predatory as she professionally stripped Daisuke with her eyes, calculating his worth like a good rancher does with horseflesh. "My, my, Daisuke," she spoke huskily, "Aren't you just yummy?" Roshi-chan took a small step closer to her Daisuke. Nabiki's sharp eyes didn't miss Roshi-chan's move, and pinned her with a hungry stare. "And who's this delectable young thing?"
"I'm his cousin," Roshi-chan stammered out.
"From Yokohama." Daisuke squeaked.
"Hmmm." She thought for a moment, causing gooseflesh to pop up all over Daisuke. Nabiki shook herself. "Have you seen Gosunkugi, Daisuke-kun? Skinny as a reed, and oh, so flexible." Nabiki purred, giggling to herself. "I believe he's in your class, along with my baby bro -er- sister. I've done some recalculating in my books and it turns out poor Gosunkugi owes everything to me. I own him, you see. At least the body, anyway. And I'm afraid Gosunkugi has been a bad little slave and needs to be punished. I'll claim his mind and soul, soon enough." She slapped her gloved hand with the crop, letting off a loud whip-crack. The trashcan behind Daisuke rattled for a moment before Roshi-chan kicked it with her heel.
"Nope. We haven't. Haven't seen Gos since school in fact." Daisuke was stiff, sweating from the intense scrutiny Nabiki was giving him. And the trashcan.
"Are you sure?" Nabiki looked down at the trashcan with suspicious eyes. Roshi-chan stepped in front of her, causing Nabiki to glare at her again. The older girl turned back to Daisuke, a small feral grin played across her face as she looked him up and down. "Gosunkugi has been such a bad little slave and he soooo needs to be punished." Nabiki giggled.
"I could have sworn that he'd made a run for it down this alley way. You two should have seen him, unless..." Roshi-chan and Dai-kun took a step back, slamming into the trashcan. "It seems my little slave can run faster than I thought! Hmmmm...With endurance like that, I can keep him mounted for a long, long time." She chuckled to herself, idly worrying her lips with her crop as her other hand reached down to her skirt of its own volition.
Her eyes snapped up, remembering Daisuke and Roshi-chan. "Too bad I can't stay and get to know the two of you better, but I really must be going. Come by the dojo sometime, Dai-kun." Nabiki commanded as she poked him in the chest with her riding crop. Roshi-chan growled. "You can keep me up to date on how my little sister is doing, or we can sit and...chat."
Roshi-chan possessively took a hold of Daisuke's arm as they watched Nabiki in her leather boots lope away. "If we get to her, we're sharing, right?" Roshi-chan snarled.
"Of course." Dai-kun replied.
"Good. I'm gonna stick something in her sideways." Roshi-chan growled back. "Nobody hits on either you or me without my permission! Nobody!" Roshi-chan stomped off, dragging Daisuke behind her.
"We really need to find out what's going on at that dojo, and fast." Daisuke mumbled, still staring after the frighteningly hot Tendo mercenary as the two left the alley.
"Is she gone yet?" A small, quavering voice echoed from inside the trashcan.
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