Story: NTR 1/2

Smug. Insufferable. Self assured. Honestly, Ranma could be so annoying at times. Look at her with that cocky swagger in her step. Here they were on their way down the street doing this contest to get Kuno to say that he loved one of them. Ranma would go today, then Akane and then they alternate until one of them wins.

“You might as well give up now,” Ranma said. “I’ve already got this all sewn up.”

“Dressed like that?” Akane sniffed. “You haven’t even dressed up. You’re just wearing your normal clothes, no makeup, no special effort to make yourself look nice.”

“Why should I?” Ranma asked. “I’m already perfect the way I am!”

Ugh! That was the truly damning part of it all. She desperately wanted to wipe that arrogance right off of Ranma’s pretty little face, but therein lay the problem. It really was a pretty face atop a completely cute, fit body. Those clothes were fit for Ranma’s male form, so the smaller frame made them seem baggier… But it always seemed to hang on her in a way that placed greater emphasis on her amazing figure rather than distract from it. So infuriating!

“So how are we doing this?” Akane asked. “You’re just going to go up to his house and drag him out on a date?”

“While you watch a master at work from a distance,” Ranma said. She spun in place and poked her in the nose. “No interfering, or it’s an instant disqualification. Got it? Stay out of sight. No. Matter. What.”

“Fine by me,” Akane groused. This was for the best, honestly. Ranma had a devious little mind; if she tried interfering today then tomorrow her own date with Kuno would turn out much, much worse. Provoking Ranma into cheating was like poking a sleepy, hungry bear. Any excuse to maul you, and it would be taken up on the spot.

“What’s the matter?” Ranma asked. “Realised you’re going to lose? Kuno won’t be able to keep his hands off me, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” Which prompted flashes of Kuno opening the door, inviting Ranma inside, throwing her down on his bed. Clothes torn off. Kisses planted along necks, down her body until the redhead was left as little more than a whimpering mess that all too easily took Kuno’s dick, his almost ridiculously inhuman dick inside of her while Akane was powerless to do anything but watch from a window…

Which was a ludicrous scenario that both of them had to privately shake off, as well as the treacherous thought that they kind of wanted to see it happen. Especially since the door was opening and who should be on the other side but -

“Mo- Mrs Saotome!” Ranma gasped, shifting into Ranko persona mid-word. As for Akane herself, she was already at the corner holding a pair of branches above her head and trying really hard to think like a bush. “Were you here for another lesson with the upperclassman?” she asked in the most girlishly over-the-top manner imaginable. Ugh. It made Akane roll her eyes. That overly cutesy act <i>should</i> betray that it was an act, but everyone seemed to fall for it.

“Yes, indeed!” Nodoka Saotome nodded. “It was quite an invigorating workout. Ah! I do beg forgiveness. You must be here to ask Master Kuno out on a date, am I correct?”

“Y-Yeah, that’s right!” Ranma - rather, Ranko said. She looked over towards Akane for help, but Akane was holding up a sign that read ‘no interference’. Which earned a bit of a scowl. That might come back to bite her later on, but this was simply too damned funny to pass up! Where was that confidence now?

“In that case, might I suggest a change in clothing?” Nodoka gestured at the usual fare Ranma was wearing. “If you make a bit of a special effort, then Master Kuno is certain to be unable to keep his hands off you.”

The scenario shifted before Akane’s very eyes. Ranma, out shopping for clothes. Girly clothes. The kind she’d only ever wear under protest, or as part of some sort of cunning plan. Actually, no. “Cunning” plan was a better description. All the while Nodoka would give advice on how best to keep Kuno’s attention. Seduction tips. How to drive him wild with a flash of thigh, how to lean forward just so to show off enough cleavage that he’ll want more. How to make him so insane with lust that he’ll ride you through the night, making you scream to the heavens in gratitude while Nodoka looked on from the sidelines offering still more motherly advice… So humiliating! And at the very core of NTR is abject humiliation above all other things!

“Mommy, why is that girl holding two twigs and drooling?”

“Don’t look at her, dear. Let’s leave her alone.”

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Breakfast at the Kuno household was never a social experience by any measure. Both siblings were used to having breakfast within their own rooms. This was not a family which had any sort of unity, nor any love for one another. If anything, the two of them disliked each other quite a bit. Tatewaki thought his sister an insane bitch, while Kodachi thought her brother a half-wit. Not that they would voice these thoughts to each other, certainly not in those words… But they did find it easier for all involved to get away from one another, maintain a little distance.

Today was different. Today it didn’t quite sit right eating on their own. The motherly aura given off by their unexpected guest (at least unexpected by Kodachi) had convinced them to eat together without saying anything. So. Here they were. Eating breakfast. No poison or toxins of any kind to spice things up a little. In utter, dreary silence. Kodachi regarded her idiot brother with consideration. There was something different about him today. Something she could not place.

But the feeling that was really gnawing at her gut? Just as she was trying to figure out what was going on with her brother, it felt as though something else was trying to figure her out as well…

And so it was, though Kodachi had no way of knowing it. The NTR ring could easily see that Kodachi had strong feelings for Ranma Saotome, but that those feeling were rather less than reciprocated. In point of fact, Ranma actually preferred Tatewaki’s company to Kodachi’s. Therefore, using her to humiliate him was pretty much a non starter. But the other way around…?

Of course, an artefact like the NTR ring had little difficulty with such matters, as difficult as it is for some humans to get past the idea. It would be a trivial matter. The siblings hated each other so much that all it would take was to push an argument. Any argument. Let it simmer, let it escalate… The rest would take care of itself, practically.

On the other hand, why close off an opportunity when one presented itself so readily? Instead of humiliating Kodachi, she could serve an entirely different role. The same role as her brother, except in the opposite gender. Yes… In that way, it would be able to grow in power and influence much faster. All it would need to do was impart a tiny little portion of its power into her body, and then….

1. Akane follows Ranma and Nodoka as they go clothes shopping. Humiliation ensues!
2. Ranma insists that she’s good as is, and drags Kuno out for a date. Nodoka joins Akane in watching them.
3. Kodachi begins experiencing her own NTR events.
4. Ukyo and/or Shampoo find themselves drawn toward the Kuno house for some reason.
5. Something else