Let’s do a quick analysis of the situation as it currently stands. Think through it rationally. Akane and Ukyo were indisposed because of that freaky hair, the source of which was being quite thoroughly screwed by Mousse and Ryoga. In the meantime, Shampoo was being even more clingy than usual, and was making a single-minded attempt to bed him that went way beyond anything she’d ever tried before.
Think through it rationally? What part of any of that was rational?! Stop that, stop that, just calm down and actually think for a moment. Shampoo was clearly under the influence of the same spell that’s been hitting each of them, although how that happened was anyone’s guess. If that was the case, she needed some sort of shock to her system that would -
“Ah!” he gasped as Shampoo somehow found a way to fit his entire dick into her mouth, all the way down to the base of the shaft. Damn, but this was amazing! He might never get used to the sensory overload caused when an attractive woman started sucking his cock, but then it might be better if he never quite did. The surprise was part of the fun, and Shampoo’s eagerness was making it all the more -
Wait, no. It was like struggling through treacle, but somehow Ranma was able to pull himself back from the cliff edge. Sure, it wasn’t enough to give him the strength to actually pull Shampoo away from sucking his dick. His entire body might well rebel if he tried something like that. But it was enough to give him a little clarity of thought again. If Shampoo really was under the spell he needed to shock her in some way, snap her out of it. He’d insulted Akane to pull her into an argument, got Ukyo thinking about okonomiyaki. What might work on Shampoo?
Short answer: Nothing. Longer answer: Ever since she’d first given him the kiss of marriage, Shampoo had blatantly wanted to fuck, but seemed more determined to make him want to initiate it than wanting to do so herself. Even if he tried telling her that he didn’t want to, the spell would override it. Bedding him was her ultimate goal, which meant that pretty much nothing he could think of would work. Hell, even turning her into a cat was hardly optimal, not only because he didn’t like (wasn’t scared of, just didn’t like) felines on a good day (which today was, but only in the sense that he’d had a lot of sex with girls he liked; in other regards it was a little too chaotic for his taste - kind of goes to show Ranma’s priorities that he’d think this way) but also because he wasn’t entirely certain that turning her into a cat would stop her from trying to suck his dick and oh god, the fangs and the smaller mouth.
A loud plop sound filled the air, and Ranma was able to breathe normally again. Funny, he hadn’t even noticed his breathing was weird until just now. Shampoo had extracted herself from his dick and was staring up at him with her sly and sultry expression, which she usually seemed to use moments before making his life hellish.
“Airen like?” she asked, shifting position to rest his dick within her soft, enticing cleavage. He had to brace himself again as an inrush of pleasure nearly drove him catatonic. “Shampoo too too eager please husband.”
And then a bolt of inspiration struck. A muse began to sing in the heavens. Of course! That was where Shampoo’s psychological weakness lay! It was so obvious that he was kicking himself for not seeing it before when it should have been plain as day.
“N-Not really,” he said. “Akane’s tits are way bigger and softer, and she gives much better head.”
“R-Ranma!” Akane yelled. Oh crap. He’d actually forgotten all about that! He’d been so focused on getting rid of Shampoo that he’d forgotten - “Do you… Really mean that? I mean! Gah! L-let me go! I need to either pound that pervert or… Mmm, show him what I can really… Ugh! I don’t even know if that counts as a compliment anymore! Ranma, you idiot!”
“Hmph!” Shampoo said, forcing her breasts together. The gleam in her eyes had changed. Forget sultry, forget seductive. This was the same look in her eyes he saw whenever she was in a fight. Before, she was being gentle. Careful not to hurt him. Now, she was throwing caution to the wind, squeezing her breasts around his engorged, rock-hard dick as strongly as possible. Rubbing up and down in a manner that reminded him of trying to sand paint off a wall.
Fortunately her breasts were soft enough that this added roughness in motion wasn’t translating into actual pain, instead merely intensifying an already pleasant experience.
“Shampoo show airen who is better suited wife! And kitchen destroyer too! You enjoy guest’s hair entanglement while Shampoo have main course!”
Shampoo pressed a finger to his forehead while her other hand firmly gripped the base of his shaft. The effect made Ranma quite too scared to move all of a sudden. Had it backfired?! Oh crap, of course: He’d forgotten how competitive she got, especially where Akane was concerned. Showing up the tomboy was practically her hobby.
“W-Wait, Shampoo!” he yelled. “This isn’t such a great idea!”
“You change mind in moment,” Shampoo smirked down at him. She moved her finger from forehead to lips, and lowered her body down, her quivering and moist pussy easily consuming his rock-hard member inch by inch by glorious inch. Once she had taken it all inside of herself, a miracle he could only attribute to a side effect of the spell, she gently pressed her forehead against his, stared into his eyes, smiled and tenderly kissed him on the lips.
And as she began to gently move her hips in a slow, rhythmic fashion Ranma had to admit. She was absolutely, one hundred percent correct.
“Hey!” Ukyo screeched in the background, her limbs all a-tangled in the hair. “Hands off my man! This freaky hair is… Not that bad, but it’s nothing on him!”
“Ranmaaaaa!” Akane yelled, similarly detained, and blissfully ignorant of the morphing hair making a beeline for her mouth. “You’d better not enjoy her too - Mph!”
“Finally,” Yami said, pulling her mouth away from Ryoga’s dick for a moment. “I thought she would never shut up. Are you enjoying yourself, mister handsome?”
Ryoga didn’t reply with anything more than a grunt, a smile, and a liberal dose of semen all over her face. For a fleeting moment realisation seemed to set in on his face, as if aware of what was going on around him for the first time… Then he passed out pretty much immediately.
“I suppose this is what they mean when they say the cute ones can’t last,” Yami said, spinning around in place to devote more of her attention towards Mousse. “Mmm… Now, what should I do when you collapse, mister glasses? Or more like… Whom should I do?”
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Konatsu was a highly skilled kunoichi. This meant that he was extremely adept at a variety of tasks that many would find extremely difficult. It meant that his physical abilities were beyond the normal limitations of human endurance, but it also meant discipline. Strong mental discipline that was necessary quite often to see through a task to its natural conclusion.
“How do we look?” Yuka said, giving a short twirl in place in her heavily modified uniform. The typically long Furinkan girl’s uniform skirt had a slit up the side from ankle to thigh. Rather than hang it down from the shoulders, the dress portion was tied off around the waist. Their breasts were so large that it would have made wearing it quite impractical that way. The blouse worn underneath that dress had been tied up around those breasts, forcing them to bunch up in a way that really didn’t leave all that much to the imagination.
“On consideration, I must give them an A+,” Konatsu politely said, dabbing at his nose while nervously twitching in place. “Highly fashionable, while taking into consideration your altered physiques.”
“Hmph! Told you I could come up with a killer design!” Tsubasa boasted, and Konatsu was fine with that. Let him boast all he wanted, for Konatsu had been given a vital mission that he absolutely would not fail to -
“Then let’s head out and hit the town!” Sayuri declared, punching the air triumphantly. “I want more yummy cock!”
“Yeah!” Yuka added, making the same gesture. “There’s a whole world of dick out there just waiting for us!”
“Ah-ah! No, no!” Konatsu leaped out towards the door, shaking his head violently. “That, that would not truly be an advisable course of action, young misses! Please remain within the restaurant!”
“Oh?” Sayuri asked. She leaned forward in a manner that was about as obvious a tactic as Konatsu could think of making right then. “Is there any particular… Reason you want us to stay?”
Yes. He had been specifically asked to keep them all within the restaurant until later notice. However, that ravenous expression within her eyes did not promise much would be resolved using that tactic. But a kunoichi is nothing if not adaptable, capable of turning the enemy’s tactics to their own advantage.
“Of course,” he replied. “Your beauty has stunned me. Your sublime figure consumes my thoughts, and your clothes make me wish to remove them.” She was suddenly very close, and Konatsu had to take a moment to realise that at some point he had swept the girl into his arms in a rather over-the-top romantic gesture. An image of Ukyo’s face briefly replaced hers in his mind: How would she react to being held in this manner? Merely pondering the question was enough to make him move his head forward a fraction of an inch, steal her lips with his. A silly metaphor to use considering what had happened earlier, but…
“You three have fun then!” Tsubasa said. “I’m off to find my dearest Ukyo and rescue her from that waste of space Saotome! Who knows what horrible things he’s doing to her perfect form at this very moment!”
“Or you could stick around a little while and have some fun with us instead,” Yuka said before Konatsu could even do anything, which was a pretty fast reaction considering the whole kunoichi genius thing he had going on.
“Far be it for me to say no to such a cute girl,” Tsubasa smirked, and oh, but Konatsu wanted to slap him when he put that expression on. “Of course, I’m much cuter and -”
“Shut up,” Yuka interrupted by doing something with her hand that Konatsu couldn’t see, but could easily speculate upon based on the expression on Tsubasa’s face. “Before you kill the mood.”
So it was that his sacred duty could only be fulfilled by doing one thing. Having sex with these girls with their outrageously enhanced physical forms and insatiable libido. Again and again and again if need be, until his mistress returned to allow them all to leave safely. Such are the risks in the life of a loyal kunoichi. Still. He could hardly complain. It was rather excellent stamina exercise, and hopefully his mistress would see the benefit in using it to further their physical abilities beyond their current limitations.
For the time being, however… He would have to content himself with the manner in which this girl was tugging apart his kimono and licking her lips as though she had been lost in the desert and come across a sumptuous feast of twelve (a whole twelve) grains of rice and a slice of fish measuring ten filling grams of weight, truly a dish fit for a king!
Unfortunately, that was when there was an almighty knock at the front door. “We’re closed!” Konatsu eagerly called downstairs. The knocking continued. “This building is under quarantine! Ah! <font size = 3>Oh my word, I never imagined you could use your tongue in such a manner!</size> P-Please come back another day!”
The knocking quickly turned into a crash, which by sure and pure coincidence occurred at the very same instant that Konatsu could not restrain himself any longer and unleashed a dose of protein quite above the typical daily recommended amount. Unfortunately, it seemed as though he had been so focused on maintaining the quarantine from within that he had forgotten about the necessity to protect it from without….
- It’s Tatewaki.
- It’s Kodachi.
- It’s both at once.
- It’s an entirely different character.
- Come back to this later on (ie: Something else)
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