Right at that very moment in time, Nabiki was being influenced by three wishes. The first had made her into a martial arts bimbo, an airheaded girl that was completely obsessed with sex and incorporated incredible feats of athletic martial ability to seduce people into having it with her. The second had given her an enormous dick, which, coupled with her aforementioned martial abilities, gave her the ability to pleasure pretty much anyone in ways she wouldn't have otherwise.
The last was making her think clearly. What exactly does that one mean? Well, one might say that her thoughts were a trifle more rational and considered than they were under the influence of just the first wish. A hint of intelligence underneath the mist of ditziness. She still wanted sex and she was still a little more easily distracted than she might enjoy, but at least she was thinking clearly about those distractions.
Like, for example, how adept at sucking on her dick Ranma was. That was a little bit surprising, but then again she had always been a really quick learner. Or maybe it was more to do with the fact that she was behaving as though she was completely in love with her dick for some -
Oh, right. She kind of had made that wish just before Ranma wished she would think clearly. Didn't she? Well, no regrets there, this was pretty amazing. She was applying that martial arts dining training towards fitting as much of it in her mouth as possible, which was a hell of a feat all things considered.
Still. As much as Nabiki was enjoying this, and boy oh boy wasn't she just, there was still that concern at the back of her forced-clear mind. What happens after this? The house was a mess, she and Kasumi were completely obsessed with sex, Ranma was in love with her new enchanted dick and why did it feel like Ranma's tongue was suddenly in multiple places at once?
"Ah!" she gasped in unexpected pleasure. "Aaaah!" she writhed in ecstasy. Yet her mind remained absolutely clear and dispassionate. She had a number of crises to take control over, and perhaps the best means to do this would be to use the very means that caused them all in the first place. Nabiki began to try to speak: "I - I wish," she began, only to be interrupted by another moan. It was her intention to make herself smarter again, but Ranma chose that particular moment in time to withdraw along the shaft and let it rest in between her breasts.
With that stimulus it doesn't much matter how clear your thought process was. Her bimbo body was reacting to that on autopilot, leading to her accidentally completing the wish with "Ohhh! You love being the best at sucking dick, don't you?"
At which point she slapped herself on the forehead. "Stupid!" she said to herself. "Watch what you're saying, otherwise that rock will - Oh, god!"
Technically, that was two wishes in one and the rock apparently chose to interpret them both at once. On the one hand, Ranma Saotome was now the very best sucker of dicks the world had ever seen. On the other hand, she was very proud of that particular fact and would gladly show it off at any and all opportunity. Like, say, right that second. Nabiki decided that maybe the best thing to do for the time being would be to bite on her fist and try to ride this situation out. Otherwise, who knew what she might accidentally wish for while Ranma was blowing her mind while blowing her dick?
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This was all a dream. Yep. She was pretty certain of that now. The house being such a mess, her sisters behaving the way they were, being so thoroughly screwed to satisfied unconsciousness by Nabiki hadn't quite been enough to convince her. But the sight of Ranma in girl form enthusiastically going down on her sister's penis? Yep! That did it. Absolutely a dream.
Which is why she didn't even bother putting on any clothes while wandering the house. Instead Akane decided it might be better to go a-wandering around this bizarre sexual dreamscape her unconscious mind had conjured up and try to figure out what exactly this all meant about her as a person.
She thought of all the times that Shampoo called her a "pervert girl." She'd always taken it as a means to get under her skin. Something she would object to. Sort of like calling a homophobic person gay. Heh. Funny how she went to that example, huh? Maybe that was something she should have been reading into a little bit?
In fact, the analogy might be even more apt than it first appeared. How often did it turn out that someone who vehemently hated the gays turned out to be so thoroughly deep in the closet there were coat hangers stuck in their underwear? Same thing here. Maybe the insult was more of an insight into an aspect of herself that she'd always denied, and this bizarre dream was trying to tell her something.
She heard a sound coming from Kasumi's room and wandered off towards it immediately with a playful skip. Akane peered inside the room and beheld her eldest sister Kasumi modelling in front of a mirror. She'd always felt Kasumi was so pretty. A real role model. Here in the dream it seemed as though the features that made her so pretty were hugely emphasised.
"Akane?" Kasumi cheerily called. "Is that you? Please, come in a moment. I'd totally like to speak to you for, um, a few minutes, maybe?"
Although she probably ought to have run away from this obvious fake version of her sister, instead Akane timidly entered the room. Running away from this wouldn't solve anything. She was the kind of girl that confronted troubles head on, fists ablazing. Even if and when those troubles were apparently all in her head.
"It's not going to work," Akane firmly said. "I'm not a pervert. No matter what you say, I'm not -"
"You're such a pretty girl," Kasumi said, stroking the side of her face in a way that would make anyone lose track of their thought process. "It's such a shame you're always in such a bad mood. You're soooo much cuter when you smile!"
"St-Stop that!" Akane demanded, stepping away quickly. "L-Look, I'm just here to say that no matter what you do, I'm not going to let this freaky dream turn me into some - some weird pervert. Alright? Just because I had one moment of weakness doesn't mean that I - I -"
Kasumi just giggled. "That's soooo like you," she said, twirling a strand of hair in a completely immature manner. "You don't know what you want, so you, like, totally lash out at everyone else. If you were more honest with yourself, you could totally land Ranma in a heartbeat and we both know you want him to tap that."
An image flashed through her mind of the dream from within the dream. Herself in the dojo. Tossing aside her gi while walking towards Ranma. Determined. Smouldering. Horny. She pushed him against the wall and then -
Akane shook it off, but before she could voice her protestations Kasumi was pulling her into a warm and tender embrace that seemed to make the world so much of a nice place.
"Shh," she said. "It's, like, alright and stuff. I'm here to help you land that fine, fine piece of meat. Um... I think the first step to getting what you want is to admit that you want it. Soooo..."
"I want him," she admitted, and Kasumi kissed her forehead. "I want him to bend me over and take me. I want to tackle him to the ground and ride him until he can't even think of insulting me anymore. I want - I want - "
"You want to fuck him stupid."
"Yessss," Akane admitted, though that might be because now Kasumi was gently rubbing her fingers around Akane's nipples. "I want to fuck his boy form. I want to get laid by his girl form. Oh god, I can't believe I didn't realise this is what I wanted -"
"Goodie!" Kasumi said, hugging Akane once again and pressing a spot on Akane's spine that made her climax on the spot. She went limp in her older sister's arms. "That's the first step done. Now I'll teach you how to land that man!"
Isn't it astounding? Nabiki might have been the martial arts bimbo, but Kasumi was more of a different sort. Where one could use an athletic style of combative seduction, for her it was a case of something a trace more subtle, a touch more effective over the longer term. You might even call Kasumi's style of seduction the "ditzy, horny housekeeper" style of seduction, wherein she could sense and satisfy the needs of those she was caring for in ways they might never have imagined possible. So which of these two seems the more dangerous?
- Ranma or Nabiki accidentally make yet another wish.
- Kasumi begins to train Akane in how to be a master seductress.
- The dojo receives a visitor.
- Something else
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