[Episode 151948] [Episode 151948]But their honeymoon, naturally, was one of those “special” times—and he had a feeling they could have a lot of fun with this particular curse. Sure, it wouldn’t be nearly as structured as their first time with Nabiki as a dog-girl, but then, he had put an awful lot of planning into that afternoon, whereas this time he decided to be more spontaneous. Having finished the mixing process, Ranma put some of the cursed water in a glass, and carefully bottled up the rest for later use. He glanced at the clock. 12:30—he’d have to wake Nabiki soon. He prepared and ate a light six-course lunch; his pet’s meal would be served in a more interesting fashion.
While eating, Ranma thought about his situation. It was so nice to be able to consume a meal without any distractions—no pandas stealing his food, no wisecracks at his expense (though those had lessened considerably since the originator of the aforementioned wisecracks was currently his lover/pet), no godawful culinary monstrosities being forced upon him by his stubborn fiancée—
Wait, that wasn’t right. Akane wasn’t his fiancée anymore; he’d married Nabiki. It’s just that for so long in the Tendo household, it had been taken for granted that Ranma and Akane would eventually wed. Ranma hadn’t given this a lot of thought recently; he’d been too distracted by his pet. Suddenly, however, he was remembering the way Akane had reacted, and it was puzzling. He’d thought that she would be relieved to be done with a pervert like him (and there was no use denying his perversion anymore), but she hadn’t acted that way at all. She’d looked… hurt. Like something important had been taken away from her…
Ranma slapped his forehead when he realized what it was. The school. Akane was worried about the school. After all, when ya work hard for somethin’ and it looks like it’s gonna be taken from ya, yer never in a good mood afterward. It made perfect sense; perhaps he was finally getting better at understanding other people.
He hoped that things would work out for his sister-in-law, both in the Art as well as everyday life. She deserved it—while she could sometimes be a really irritating tomboy, she was basically a nice person, and she had showed time and again that she was capable of being a good friend. It was just that the niceness was overwhelmed by spurts of fury. He wasn’t too concerned, however. Despite his insults, he had always considered her to be cute—especially when she smiled. It wasn’t quite like Kasumi’s smile, which was more motherly, nor was it like his pet’s (but then, like her Master, Nabiki’s genuine smiles were often indistinguishable from her smirks). Rather, when Akane smiled, he felt like she was letting him see her true self—someone who wouldn’t get angry so consistently if it weren’t for the stresses in her life. He wasn’t sure how her smile made him feel, he’d once overheard someone use the phrase “warm and fuzzy,” and that seemed close enough. He wasn’t quite sure what these feelings meant, but he was certain that Akane’s smile would help her find someone. It was too bad, really. He sort of wished that those smiles would be for him…
What I am I thinking?! For cryin’ out loud, Ranma, ya got Nabiki, don’t ya? Why are ya spendin’ so much time worryin’ about Akane? It’s not like she ever wanted ya ta begin with. Just finish yer lunch an’ go wake up Nabiki. She’ll get yer mind offa this.
Ranma looked at the collared girl lying on his futon. She looked so peaceful. It was a shame to disturb her, but he was horny. But how best to wake her up? Well, I ain’t had dessert yet… A smile came to his lips. Even though Akane attributed all manner of evil to sexual deviants, he had to admit, sometimes being perverted felt good.
Conveniently, Nabiki was already on her back, and it didn’t take much effort for Ranma to part her legs so he could once again view her womanhood. For a minute he just gazed at her; for neither the first nor the last time he was struck by the beauty of his pet. He couldn’t find a single imperfection on her… though he did wonder what she’d look like without the hair on her mound. Admittedly, it was neatly trimmed—a necessity for someone who wore bathing suits as skimpy as hers; but now he was seriously considering having her shave it completely—just to see if he’d like it. Hmm. I’ll have to keep that in mind for later.
For now, he had a pet to wake up. He wasn’t sure how Nabiki would react to waking up with her Master’s tongue in her pussy; but then that was one of the things he wanted to find out. But first things first, he needed to get her ready, so he began kissing and stroking her inner thighs and petals. It would take time before she was physically ready for him to do anything too intense. Under most circumstances, this wouldn’t be much of a problem—Ranma had quickly discovered that his favorite part of having sex with his pet was watching his pet have sex with him. But right now his pet was asleep, and slow build-ups aren’t nearly as fun when your partner isn’t conscious to enjoy it. So he kept at it, slowly increasing the stimulation he provided, and waiting for her body to react physically, so he could move ahead. He didn’t have to wait long.
Ranma smiled as his pet’s petals began to open. He brought his tongue into play, licking the juices that her body was producing in response to his touch. His book had said that it took time to get used to the flavor of a woman, and he could see why. It wasn’t that his pet tasted bad, it was just that she tasted, well, weird. It was hard to describe, mainly because he couldn’t really think of anything to compare her with. Of course, since Nabiki seemed to enjoy oral sex, he figured it would be best for him to acquire that taste as soon as possible. Therefore, he continued to sample her nectar, noting both its tang and aroma, and hoped that it wouldn’t be long before these were no longer obstacles. He could hear her breathing getting more rapid, which he took as a good sign—it wouldn’t be long before she woke up completely. He decided to take a risk, and tentatively applied some pressure to her unhooded nub. The response was a sharp intake of breath and a slight spasm—Nabiki would be fully conscious soon, so he decided to speed things up. The main course was still ahead, and it wouldn’t to fill up on bread in the meantime.
As Nabiki woke from her slumber, she wondered if the aftershocks of her release from the Denial Point were still continuing, as she was still apparently getting messages of pleasure (though not nearly as pronounced) from her pussy. A quick glance downward corrected that opinion. “Master?! What are you doing?” As if it wasn’t obvious.
Ranma merely paused and looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, not even bothering to move his mouth from her snatch. He then returned to his ministrations, but with more vigor.
But the businesslike aspects of Nabiki’s mind demanded an explanation, no matter how unneeded that explanation was. “Master, is this really nec—” the other parts of Nabiki’s mind cut that thought off with a moan, clearly wanting the Ice Queen to shut up before she spoiled the fun.
Ranma quickly brought his pet to climax; this wasn’t supposed to be much more than a wake up call, anyway. He moved his body up and kissed Nabiki, both to show his affection, and so that she could clean his face. When that was out of the way, Nabiki once again spoke. “Not that I’m complaining, Master, but what the heck was that about?”
“Ya were asleep. I wanted ya ta wake up. This seemed like the most interestin’ way ta do it.”
“That’s it?”
“Do I need any more of a reason?”
“I guess not. You are the Master, after all.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
Nabiki giggled at that. “I won’t.” She changed the subject. “So, what’s next on the menu?”
“Lunch.”
“Cute, Master. Very cute. I mean, what ‘activities’ do you have planned next?”
“Why don’t you go clean yourself up a bit first.”
“Alright.” Nabiki was almost out the door when she heard her owner clearing his throat. She turned to see him staring at her with an expectant look on his face. Now, what could he… oh. That. “Master, may I touch myself while I clean up?”
“Of course ya can. Just don’t do it any more than ya gotta, okay?”
“Certainly, Master.”
“Oh, and Nabiki…”
“Yes?”
“Make sure ya go to the bathroom while yer at it. I don’t want ta be interrupted this afternoon.”
“Of course. Will there be anything else?”
“I don’t think so. Meet me in the family room when yer done.”
“Yes, Master.”
Ranma waited for his pet, Jusenkyo cocktail in hand. Nabiki’s lunch was on the table beside him; he had chosen it with the curse in mind. After a few minutes, she came into the room.
“Everything taken care of?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Then it’s time for yer lunch—but first…”
Ranma took out the glass with the cursed water and splashed his pet. Again, Nabiki closed her eyes as she felt the change come over her. When she opened her eyes to look at her new body, she let out a small gasp in surprise.
Ranma once again was wearing his trademark smirk. “Let’s eat.”
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