Kasumi slipped out of the bath feeling warm, refreshed and relaxed. She worked hard, but never complained. In a sense she rather enjoyed doing it, and when a person works hard at something they genuinely enjoy complaints are the last thing on their mind. “Looks like it’s just you and me,” she said to Akane’s pet pig. “It’s a shame you missed her.” It made a bweeing noise at her. Kasumi sighed. “Why don’t I put you in her room to rest? I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable there, right?”
Strange how the pig almost nodded at her in agreement, but Kasumi just thought it was an adorable affectation. Rubbing its head against her, nuzzling for attention perhaps. Kasumi slipped inside Akane’s room, gently placed the pig on her little sister’s bed, then turned around to leave.
Except. Something had her attention. A piece of cloth sticking out of the wardrobe. It looked like Akane’s gi. Her reaction was automatic, stepping over towards the wardrobe to adjust the clothes into better position. But, as she did so, Kasumi managed a rare instance of clumsiness and found herself tripping up and landing inside the closet, which closed behind her.
“Oh, my!” she said, rubbing her head. “Oh dear. My towel! Wherever did I put that -”
“Are you sure about this?” a familiar voice whispered. “What if we get caught? What if -”
“Who’s gonna catch us?” another voice interrupted. “Get over here, get your clothes off. I’ve been waiting for this all day.”
“Oh, Ranma…”
Kasumi peered out through a crack in the wardrobe door and nervously swallowed. That was Akane and Ranma, taking off one another’s clothes and - Oh, goodness! This was so terribly inappropriate! Kasumi felt a welling up within herself to get out of there and put a stop to this before the two of them concluded what they were doing -
Then stopped when she realised that she was naked and dripping wet. Somehow, it didn’t seem to her as though she would be taken terribly seriously if she went out there without a single stitch of clothing.
“I hate having to pretend that we hate each other,” Akane whispered. Kasumi’s heart leaped at that. Suddenly, the two of them didn’t seem quite so inappropriate in their behaviour, didn’t seem as though they were simply hormonally driven. Their lips pressed tenderly against each other, their hands roamed one another’s bodies, their eyes were full of passion, love. They were simply adorable together! “Especially when the only thing on my mind is moments like this!”
“I’m the same,” Ranma whispered. So adorable! So heart wrenching! So romantic! “If our families knew how often we did this kinda thing, we’d be married the next day. Neither of us is ready for that.”
This kind of revelation! Even as the two of them, now fully naked, lowered onto Akane’s bed. Even as Ranma’s erect penis lined up with Akane’s obviously very eager pussy, Kasumi’s mind was in turmoil. How long had this been going on? There wasn’t a trace of awkwardness that might be expected of first-time lovers. They were moving in unison. Thrusting. Grinding. Squeezing. Fondling. While the two of them were very proud people, there was an inherent awkwardness about them as well which Kasumi wasn’t seeing. How long had they been having sex? It couldn’t even be their second or third time. It seemed too polished, too much of an inherent understanding of one another.
On the one hand, Kasumi felt that the two of them should be husband and wife tomorrow. On the other, they seemed to have a mutual understanding that neither of them wanted to be married quite yet. Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear! What should she do in a situation like this?
The eldest of the Tendo sisters was paralysed by indecision. All she could do was sit there in Akane’s closet, dripping wet, naked and watch as the two of them made every possible effort to fuck each other stupid. She squirmed. She whimpered. She bit her lip. But she could not bring herself to look away.
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It was a busy day at the Ucchan’s. Busy busy busy! So many ravenous mouths to feed, so many paying customers. Ukyo’s hands were a blur, making mix, pouring it out, preparing the ingredients. It felt like the counter was a mile long, and every space along it was packed with the hungry stares of her pigtailed clientele.
The fact that they all looked like either Ranma’s boy form or his girl form was entirely beside the point. What mattered was that they were paying customers, forking over mountains of cash! She loved cooking for the sake of cooking, but! The money certainly helped things out! Whatever it was that was making her so popular today, she absolutely had to figure out what it was to replicate it as often as possible!
A spatula fell to the floor. Ukyo sighed, shook her head and picked it up, with the intention of dropping it off in the sink to be cleaned later on. While she was bent over, she felt a hand brush against her bare ass and stood bolt upright.
“Who did that?” she demanded. The customers responded with hungry, ravenous looks and Ukyo looked down at herself. She was only wearing an apron. Huh. Weird. She could have sworn she -
“I’ll take the Ucchan special!” a voice called on the counter, and Ukyo was already moving, no longer thinking about the manner in which she was dressed. There was cooking to be done and she loved to cook! “I’ll take the optional extra,” the customer said with a <s>lecherous</s> charming grin. “Double the price to have the chef sit in my lap and feed it to me.”
Strange. She didn’t remember putting that on the menu. But there it was. So… Maybe she did? Whatever. He had the money, and she must have put it on the menu to begin with, so… She stepped around the counter and planted herself in the handsome customer’s lap. “Say ‘ah’!” she said, gently popping a piece of okonomiyaki into his mouth. “Oh. You’ve got a bit of sauce right there… I’ll get that for you!” Which she did. By kissing it off.
The customer chuckled. “You see?” he said in between mouthfuls. “It’s so much more fun to be sexy, isn’t it? Ah! But we’re not done teaching you yet…”
“Huh? What’s that supposed to -”
“I’d like the Ucchan’s special as well!” a female customer called. “Double the price to be fed by the chef! Spare the apron; I don’t particularly care for it.”
Ukyo smiled and strode off down the counter, feeling the eyes of the other customers on her as she approached the cute girl that placed the order. The apron was ditched and their eyes on her made her feel completely alive. Maybe she shouldn’t put it back on. Maybe she should keep it off. For some reason, that made so much sense to her. So much sense.
The male customer she’d just served began to chuckle, and the laughter began to echo throughout the room. Ukyo flipped her hair back and sat in her new customer’s lap, then began to laugh as well. It was just so infectious! She couldn’t help it!
“Say ‘ah’!” the customer said, pressing her chest up against Ukyo’s and holding a pair of chopsticks. “I think you’re going to really like this.”
Which is when Ukyo’s second succubus-controlled dream began to take a much more peculiar turn….
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“Amazing as ever,” Ranma said, hugging Akane in the afterglow of their rather energetic lovemaking. Unnoticed in the closet, Kasumi was smiling. So adorable! So happy! The both of them were so… Happy and content together like this. The pigtailed boy tousled his fiancee’s hair, and she snuggled up closer to him. Was there no end to their cuteness? No. It didn’t seem so.
“Speak for yourself,” Akane said, trailing a hand across his chest in a lazy eight pattern. “That last part, the thing you did with your tongue. That was new. Where did you pick that up?”
“As if you even need to ask,” said a new voice. Kasumi blinked, noticing a naked figure in the doorway that she recognised as Ranma’s friend Ryoga Hibiki. “Now, now, leaving me out of all the fun.”
“Well, if you didn’t get lost all the damn time, maybe we’d have threesomes more often!” Akane declared, throwing a pillow at him. “Get over here so I can wrap my lips around your dick. It’s been too long.”
Kasumi gaped as her youngest sister got down on her hands and knees and began to fellate Ryoga with tremendous enthusiasm. Huh? Wh-what? She was so confused! What was -
“You know,” Ryoga said, biting back moans of pleasure. “I’ve got some good news. I think I’ve worn down Akari enough to get her to try out a foursome.”
“Awesome,” Ranma said, gently gripping Akane by the hips and positioning himself behind her. “Maybe she’ll be able to keep a better eye on you, keep you from getting lost?”
“Maybe,” Ryoga replied with a smirk while Ranma thrust his again fully erect member right inside Akane. For a moment Kasumi thought the girl might well melt away on the spot, with the way she trembled and whimpered while sweat poured off her. “By the way, I think I passed Shampoo and Mousse on the way here. Reckon they’re ready for a bit of fun?”
“I think they can be persuaded,” Ranma replied with a glimmer in his eye. “In fact. I’m completely certain of it.”
The two boys laughed, and there was mirth in Akane’s eyes as well, and even after this Kasumi still couldn’t look away from it. This behaviour… This lewd behaviour! With multiple partners? It was so - So crass and - And wrong! Her heart leaped inside her chest, and Kasumi thought she might well be ill. She couldn’t let this continue, but leaving the closet while still naked to confront them - Well! Who knows what they might think, especially since Ranma and Akane had just had sex for about an hour straight? Or it had felt that way. What should she do? What <i>could</i> she do?
In spite of that at the back of her prim and proper mind there was still a persistent thought buzzing around about the scene before her. There was something about it that she found intrinsically and irresistibly adorable.
And then Kasumi’s dream really went off the rails…
- Continue one of the many ongoing dreams.
- Someone wakes up from a dream feeling pretty darn horny, and altered in some way in their behaviour or outlook.
- The succubus attempts to manipulate the situation so that Hinako drains her current prison.
- Someone figures out that something weird is going on, but doesn’t know what to do about it.
- Someone else gets their dreams hijacked.
- Something else
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