[Episode 134742] [Episode 134742]They were both thinking about the massage in the kitchen that afternoon. So the dream occurred in the kitchen. And since both of them thought of Ranma as male, Ranma was male in the dream. He was also visible, since even when Ranma was invisible, she pictured Ranma in her mind's eye as visible, and incidentally clothed.
However there was one respect where their memories of the events in the kitchen clashed, which their subconscious fought to resolve. Kasumi knew she had been fully and conservatively dressed, while Ranma remembered she was completely nude.
Had Ranma more power, more experience, or made a conscious effort to control the dream, he could have forced his perception on the dream. As it was, the two images fought, leaving the dream Kasumi wearing a large apron. And nothing else.
From the front, the apron was large enough that it could have concealed a short dress and a tube-top. It even concealed her breasts when seen from the side, and rose high enough at the neck to completely hide her cleavage. It did nothing to conceal the shape of her breasts, or the form of her erect nipples, nor did it do anything to hold her large breasts in place.
It was actually the fact that she was almost nude in the kitchen with Ranma that convinced Kasumi that she was dreaming; and it must be one of those dreams.
Ranma was somewhat used to the idea of seeing people undressed. He wasn't used to the sight of a beautiful girl provocatively semi-dressed. He certainly never saw a girl smile at him like that. It was a combination of happiness, joy, and leer. The effect carbonated his hormones. He was thankful for his clothes, although he doubted it hid his erection.
Kasumi's stare and her unconsciously licking her lips removed all question. Kasumi was leaning against the sink, facing him. "Welcome home, beloved, how was your day at work?"
The question threw Ranma for a loop. "Oh." he thought to himself, "I'm dreaming of being married to Kasumi." He was unaware that the idea came from Kasumi, as a rationalization for being dressed that way in front of Ranma. "It was a long day. I'm glad to be home." Ranma continued to stare at Kasumi, unsure what he was supposed to do next.
Apparently he paused too long, as a hint of annoyance crept into Kasumi's voice as she said "Aren't you going to kiss me?"
Finally knowing what was expected of him, Ranma rushed across the room, put his hands on her shoulders and gave her a brief peck on the lips. However with contact with her body came the odd effect of having a second body's sensations and desires. It was immediately obvious Kasumi wanted more than a peck on the lips, so before she could get irked with his brief kiss, he segued from a peck, to a second kiss.
Kasumi taught Ranma how to kiss without being aware she was doing it. Ranma's lips caressed Kasumi's, and their mouths opened simultaneously. At first, Ranma used his tongue on her lips, and her shy tongue; but soon their tongues were stroking each other, and penetrating each other's mouths.
While this was going on, Ranma realized that his holding her shoulders was inadequate, and he enveloped her into a hug which pressed their chests together without crushing hers. His hands stroked her bare back.
Kasumi might have been as romantically inexperienced as Ranma, but she was much more widely read, and she had enjoyed years of stories and gossip from her peers that Ranma never had. She had a much better idea how her wet dreams should progress, and that included the confident seducer who was supposed to ravish her.
So Kasumi guided Ranma, subliminally with her expectations, and instructed Ranma to act forcefully without asking permission. But like all romance novels, the hero only took what the demure maiden would have been willing to relinquish if it weren't unseemly for the woman to make demands. Since Ranma didn't know what to do until Kasumi wanted it, he was the perfect knight in shining armor, ready to ravish his victim.
It wasn't lack of oxygen, that had them panting when they broke their kiss. As it was their dream, they could have spent hours underwater without flagging. They stared into each other's eyes. Kasumi was strangely touched that his eyes had apparently been closed during the kiss.
At some hidden signal, they kissed again. This time they each took a half step forward, leaving each of them with a thigh rubbing between each other's legs. Ranma moved his hands so that while one hand played with the hairline on the back of Kasumi's neck, his forearm still held Kasumi close. His other hand was caressing one of her buttocks.
Ranma quickly figured out that the pleasure Kasumi felt from constant pressure between them, was nothing compared to the pleasure she felt in her groin when he pulled her bottom forward while pushing back with the thigh trapped between her legs. In order to experience it again it was necessary to relax, and then re-squeeze Kasumi. Too fast and it was uncomfortable. A slow steady rhythm had the best result. Her neck wasn't adding to her pleasure anymore, so he moved both hands to kneading her lovely ass.
Meanwhile Kasumi's constant manipulations of her thigh against the bulge in Ranma’s trousers were keeping Ranma at full mast. But Ranma was learning that everything they tried gave less pleasure after a while. Stroking Kasumi's neck felt great to her at first, but later his hand provided more pleasure playing with her bottom. Variety, it seemed, provided the most pleasure; so it was time to change positions again.
Unsure who guided whom, they led each other to a kitchen chair, where Ranma sat down, and Kasumi sat in his lap; taking the opportunity to shimmy her bare bottom across his erection, eliciting a hiss of breath from Ranma. This new position left Ranma one hand to play with her back, while one finally had access to her lovely cloth-covered front.
Ranma ran one hand through her hair, massaging her scalp as she lowered her head for a kiss. Kasumi grabbed his other hand, and brought it to her breast, allowing him to caress it through the apron. He felt its weight, and inadvertently stimulated the erect nipple when he ran his hand across the cloth causing each finger to depress the nipple in rapid succession.
When Kasumi broke the kiss, Ranma continued it on her neck, and then the hollow of her throat, with an intensity that would have left a hickey. Then, for reasons beyond Ranma, she stopped him. His eyes pleaded questioningly with her, as she smilingly freed her arms.
Ranma finally understood, when she lowered her head, and pulled her head out of the apron's neck hole. The apron, still tied around her waist, pooled in her lap, as her lovely breasts hung unobstructed. Kasumi recaptured his hand, and pulled it to her outside breast as she arched her back.
Ranma's head ducked down, and captured the nearer nipple. Ranma started by sucking hard, but immediately lessened it as he felt she felt the beginnings of pain. Instead, he found the ideal strength to give her the most pleasure as he suckled her nipple, and played with it using his tongue and teeth. He quickly learned that many things that would cause pain, provided pleasure if done oh so briefly, so he nipped, bit, and sucked, and blew hot air over her nipple, until it became too sensitive,
Throughout this, the two of them were almost painfully aware of the area still concealed by the apron lying in her lap. Even though this was a dream, Kasumi was uneasy with the thought of going that far with the image of the man she lived with. Ranma was aware of the feelings and need arising in Kasumi's groin, as well as his own, but he didn't know what the appropriate action would be, and didn't want to risk rejection doing the wrong thing. He also felt Kasumi's unease whenever one of his hands strayed too far south.
So he concentrated on Kasumi's torso, neck, and head. His experiments in guessing what would bring Kasumi the most pleasure ended, oddly enough, when he blew on the over-stimulated nipple after licking it. At the time he was lightly pinching the other nipple with one hand, while his other hand was playing with one of her earlobes. Kasumi's body shuddered with an unexpected orgasm, of great ferocity, which shattered their connection.
In both of their rooms, both in their dreams and in real life, Ranma and Kasumi orgasmed explosively.
The other sisters? The Parents? Angst-filled introspection over what these perverted dreams mean? Lust-filled fantasies over what these perverted dreams mean? SE
That night, Nabiki and Akane also had dreams affected by Ranma, but like the night before, while these dreams were tinged unnaturally with desire, their contents were wholly the result of their subconscious and their libido.
Akane's dream had less to do with libido, than it did with a desire for love. Her desire for the perfect man coincided with the ideal from the genre of romance books. Something she would deny reading, and hadn't read more than three.
She was in the arms of her powerful love. A man who was strong enough that he could break her to his will, but didn't. A man who desired her in all ways and wanted to pillow her senseless, but wouldn't touch her against her will. A good man, who's love for her kept her safe, and in control.
At this point her subconscious threw in something she would be at a complete loss to explain. The giant of a man, who held her tenderly in his lap, and hugged her; the man who made her feel safe, and warm, and loved; in tonight's dream was a Wookie. In a bizarre role reversal of someone holding a teddy bear, she was cradled in the arms of Chewbacca's cousin.
Nabiki's dream revolved around something she said that morning. Something she snickered to herself as she daydreamed in class. "Instant boyfriend. Just add hot water. Clothing extra."
She was reading the fine print on the bottle of instant boyfriend as she crossed her bedroom to the cup of hot water she intended to use. "Boyfriend lasts until he orgasms twice. Do not use while operating heavy machinery."
She was looking forward to a session with an anonymous fuck-buddy before going to sleep, and was opening the bottle to take one capsule out when she tripped and sent the opened bottle flying.
Instead of the single lover she planned on, or the double she might have handled as a special occasion, the pills flew everywhere, and three landed in the hot water.
She was helped off the floor by three well-built, muscular almost painfully erect young men. The one standing behind her started nibbling her neck, ears, and jaw as he expertly fondled her breasts. The one in front was kissing her passionately, and caressing her with one hand, while the one behind had drawn her hands to play with his engorged member. The third was playing with her thighs as he tried to remove her pajamas from between her and the other two lovers.
Six hands and three mouths worked together to raise Nabiki's ardor to a fevered pitch, so that by the time one of them entered her, she was fully lubricated and halfway to her first orgasm. While one was thrusting into her, the other two continued to nip, suckle, stroke, and lick, distracting Nabiki from coherent thought.
But she realized that three of them were more than she could safely handle. She had to get one of them to orgasm twice as soon as possible. To this end, she was fondling the erect member of one of her lovers, while another was thrusting in and out of her so powerfully.
Had there been only one or two, she would have had more control over the method by which they so delightfully ravished Nabiki. But with three of them, they silently moved her into position to give her the maximum pleasure, Regardless of her wishes.
They refused to position her so that she could take one of them into her mouth. She'd never given anyone a blowjob before, barring fantasies where she played with her vibrator. But she was willing to try if it meant getting one of them to use up their orgasms.
The closest she got, she noticed tattooed below the bellybutton, but above the erect cock, the words:
| Serving Size | 1-2 tsp. | |
| Servings per container | 2 | |
| Calories | 15 | |
| Calories from Fat | 0 |
Her nipples were beginning to become sore, from their incessant stimulation in their hyper-sensitive state, and her throat was sore from dehydration due to her panting and her cries of pleasure. She wasn't sure how many times she'd come, and still the trio thundered on.
Every time she thought she was about to get one of her lovers to orgasm, they'd switch rolls, and she'd be back to square one. The fondled one would be promoted to filling her pussy, while her previous lover could relax, and her hands were brought to pleasure the cock that had lain fallow.
Her legs were weak as noodles, and her muscles as limp as if she had had a professional massage. If it weren't for the hands that held her in position, she'd have collapsed. If they were human lovers, they wouldn't have denied themselves their pleasure, and would have orgasmed at least once. Instead they plundered her body as if it were an inanimate sex doll riding their cocks, but always denying themselves their release while Nabiki came nearly constantly.
Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed. Her current lover had brought her to orgasm by thrusting deep into her and orgasming. He left his cock buried in her as it twitched and spurted, triggering a massive orgasm in Nabiki.
As she came down from the aftershocks of her last tremendous orgasm, she realized she'd kicked her bedside table, spilling the cup of hot water over the spilled pills on the floor. Standing in her room, waiting for the first trio to finish, another dozen erect lovers waited their turn.
Genma may have been a shortsighted selfish misogynist, but he wasn't so dim that he didn't realize what the Tendo daughters thought of him. They resented his arrival. They blew his miscalculations at Jhusenkyou all out of proportion. And every time he convinced Soun of something, they gave him nasty looks.
Still, after years under the tutelage of Happosai, the glares of three teenaged girls were easily ignorable. Or at least it should have been. Unfortunately the only females Genma had contact with in the last month were the Tendos and the Amazon hunting party; and of course himself when he was a panda.
Genma was unaware of the intentions of the Amazons, although their use of nets and blunt weapons implied they intended to capture him for torture, punish, or work.
As for his curse, he tried to avoid thinking about it. It would have been nice if he could just forget. But his subconscious didn't forget. And for weeks, he'd been sleeping near his son, without either of them realizing Ranma was the reason Genma's dreams revolved around sexual desire.
Genma's string of dreams began on the day he gained his curse to turn into a female panda, and it was also the day he had to flee the village of Amazon women. So it never occurred to him that the dreams might be due to an outside influence, like his son.
Genma hated the recurring dream, where he somehow knew the panda taking her virginity was making her pregnant. It might have helped if he didn't think of females as either servants, or baby factories; or both.
Still worse were the ones starring Shampoo, or some of the other Amazon hunters, or most recently Kasumi. These at least had him human, and at least mostly male, if not completely normal. But he was always in a submissive position. Sometimes the female had a penis, otherwise she had a strap-on; inevitably it was sized to give Genma a feeling of inferiority.
If Genma was only mostly male, he was being taken in his vagina. If he was completely male, they sodomised him. And sometimes there was an audience of other women, who invariably approved.
But most disturbing of all, was his dream last night. Draped over the side of a bed, ass stuck high in the air, as he was being sodomised. His partner, Soun, was shouting "Now we can unite the families!"
Misogyny, fear of women, sexual dysphoria, and unnatural sexual arousal make a NASTY combination.
Soun, on the other hand, had merely relived the conception of Kasumi, and woke feeling absolutely wonderful. This left him puzzled as to why Genma was acting so strangely around him the next morning.
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