It was as though she was slaking a thirst she’d had all of her life, yet never noticed until this very moment. Each drop of ambrosia that passed her lips and trickled down her throat added fuel to a raging fire that was burning so very brightly deep within her. So deep it might never be put out. Not that she would if the opportunity ever arose. It felt so wonderful!
But alas, before too long the well ran dry. No matter how Ukyo licked and sucked upon that nipple it would produce no further milk for her to drink. She whimpered in complaint, then felt her chin being lifted by a strong pair of feminine fingers that made her look into the bleary, happy eyes of her rival Akane Tendo.
“You know, I might have been a trifle selfish before,” Akane said. Ukyo felt her heart skip a beat and her breath catch in her throat. Had Akane always been this pretty? “After all, there’s more than enough Ranma to go around. Don’t you agree, beloved?”
An inarticulate whimper of pleasure forced Ukyo to remember that, oh yeah, these breasts belonged to Ranma’s girl form. What was more, Ukyo realised that Akane’s other hand had disappeared down into Ranma’s trousers. Right next to Ukyo’s own left hand, which was rather preoccupied giving Ranma’s increasingly damp pussy a tender greeting. After carefully weighing the pros versus the cons Ukyo concluded that it would be best to continue this course of action, in part because the little writhings and moans Ranma was making were just too adorable to resist.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Akane said. She giggled and gave Ranma a featherlight kiss on the cheek and returned her attention to Ukyo. “You know, it’s amazing. You can disguise yourself as a boy perfectly, but when you let your hair down a bit you make the cutest girl.”
“Oh god, right there!” Ranma squealed in delight.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Ukyo said. She averted her eyes down towards Ranma’s breast, and unconsciously licked her lips. “I mean, when you’re angry you could put the fear of god into God himself, but when you smile you could light up space.”
“Mmm, I guess the three of us are all tomboys in our own little way,” Akane said. She leaned in and kissed Ukyo while Ranma’s hips began to buck uncontrollably underneath them. The faint taste of milk still rested upon Akane’ lips, and Ukyo greedily licked at them even as she enjoyed the strange sensation of being kissed by a girl.
Akane was right. Yes, she was definitely right. There was certainly more than enough Ranma to share, and while she would obviously prefer to keep him to herself, sharing meant sharing more than just him. It was so easy to imagine now: Nights when Ranma was otherwise preoccupied on another training mission, she could warm her bed with a fiery-tempered tomboy and neither of them would ever need to be alone again.
The kiss broke and the two girls shook slightly in anticipation. Ukyo’s gaze flickered down towards Ranma’s bleary eyes and then back to Akane’s steamy gaze.
“We should find somewhere a little more private so we can have even more fun,” Akane whispered.
“Yes. Wouldn’t do to be interrupted… We can continue this at my place.”
The two of them nodded in agreement and buried their faces into the nape of Ranma’s neck, using their spare hand to steady the back of their first true love so that they could carry him away even as they maintained the orgasmic bliss the pigtailed girl was now experiencing.
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Where were they? Shampoo tapped her foot impatiently and tried to think. They didn’t appear to be at school… nor were they at the dojo, which is where she was currently pacing around rather a bit more anxiously than she might like.
After a moment she stopped and withdrew the photograph for another look. Another look at her airen. Naked. With a great big dick that he certainly did not have the last time she snuck in on him in the bath. A dick that screamed “magical, perverted influence” at her through a megaphone. Which in turn further screamed of Happosai’s influence. But that chain of thought aside? It also screamed other things. Like jealousy at Akane for being in such a position. An overpowering desire to feel that cock in her hands, in her mouth, in her pussy.
A picture tells a thousand words. This particular one was shouting them from the rooftops. No matter. She had to find him regardless of her own feelings. She had to find him, and -
“Oh ho ho ho ho ho!”
And it would have to wait until after she dealt with this nuisance.
“What you doing here, crazy rose girl?” Shampoo asked. Her eyes narrowed and she tensed for battle. This one fought with poisons and tricks rather than strength or skill, which made her the most potentially dangerous foe of all three of her rivals. Then again, Shampoo was no slouch in poisons or tricks herself.
“Why, one could ask the same of you!” Kodachi replied. “You would do well not to interfere, foolish foreigner! My beloved Ranma awaits only me!”
“Awaits you to leave, you mean!” Shampoo rolled her eyes. The girl honestly couldn’t see it, could she? Just how annoying Ranma found her. Just how much he wanted her to leave him alone, all of the others to leave him alone so that the two of them could be together and snuggle together in the cold, dark nights and then she would steal a kiss and climb on top of him so that he could penetrate her with his colossal -
Shampoo shook her head. This was no time for idle fantasy! There was much more at stake on this day than simple nookie. Not that she would deny it were Ranma to offer the opportunity, but -
A ribbon snaked out around Shampoo’s wrist, wrapping tighter and harder than iron chains.
“Pay closer attention to your adversary!” Kodachi said. The ribbon was lightly tugged. “It could get you into a great deal of danger if you did otherwise.”
Shampoo rolled her eyes, flexed her arm and watched as the nuisance sailed overhead - but still landed on her feet as graceful as a cat.
“You not going to leave until Shampoo leave you as bloody smear on roof, is you?”
“Learn to use Japanese properly, then ask me that again.”
Oh, but she was going to enjoy this so much more than she probably ought to, considering exactly what was at stake and what this pest was preventing her from dealing with.
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Come to Ucchan’s for an unforgettable experience. Okonomiyaki out of your wildest dreams! Your tastebuds will be tantalised, the staff is friendly, cute and charming, the atmosphere is welcome, the prices are reasonable and did we mention how good the okonomiyaki is? Because it’s the best you’ll ever taste. Period. It is filled with love and devotion. Each serving is a masterwork crafted, sculpted, painted by a real expert in the art. For its lovely owner, Ukyo Kuonji, making okonomiyaki isn’t just a living. It’s life. Yes, you really will have an unforgettable experience at Ucchan’s Okonomiyaki.
Especially today.
Yes, if one were to walk inside this place today a rather peculiar sight might greet your eyes. Not that anyone was going to, given that the sign had been flipped to read “Closed” some five minutes ago when three cute girl strolled inside, with the two flanking the third each having a hand firmly entrenched in the trousers of the other and the other wrapped around the back to keep her steady.
But let’s say for the sake of argument that they had forgotten to do this, forgotten to lock the door and that you were to enter this place. What would you find five minutes thereafter? Well, you would find the counter area empty to begin with. But, were you to venture upstairs to investigate the rather peculiar sounds… Oh, yes. That’s where you’d find something quite thoroughly unforgettable waiting for you. Upstairs, you would not find three girls. You would find what would, on first appearance, appear to be five. The three that entered and two more. One wearing an extremely flowery, cutesy dress, while the other appeared to be wearing a kimono and looked rather a lot like the new waitress the establishment had recently hired.
The very next thing that you’d notice about both girls was the way their lips were wrapped around the nipples of another girl with her hair tied up in a pigtail. Both of them were quite obviously suckling at the breasts greedily as if enjoying the greatest meal they’d ever tasted.
As for the two girls that entered with the pigtailed one, they were currently on their knees. The one with a bowl cut had ducked underneath the dress of one of them, while the restaurant’s owner had tugged apart the kimono of the other and was bobbing her head up and down the rigid shaft of the waitress.
Wait. Let’s back up a little bit here. This is probably when your mind starts to realise, those two aren’t girls. Not at all. In point of fact, with a closer look at the scene (which almost anyone would be compelled into out of sheer disbelief) you would soon realise that the two new girls were in fact not girls at all. Not judging by their dicks at the very least….
- Go back in time five minutes to see how this scene came about.
- Shampoo beats up Kodachi for a bit, and then thinks about what this all means.
- Nabiki and Kuno search for Ranma, with little luck but growing horniness.
- What does Happosai have in mind for the two idiot fathers?
- Something else
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