Friday, 20 May 2016

Story: Wild Ride For Ranma


At this particular moment, both Akane and Ukyo were operating off of dream logic. Even though the two of them were wide awake, they were stuck within an erotic fantasy not of their own creation, and so their minds reverted to the logic of an unknowing dream.

For Akane, it made perfect sense that Ukyo needed assistance in delivering customer service and that she was the person to help out with that. It also made sense to her that a good way to assist with customer service would be to, ahem, service one another in a sexual way.

Now, clearly anyone reading the above paragraph is awake and lucid, and if not then please find a way to contact us to say exactly how the hell you managed that. Regardless, the point is that the first sentence does not logically lead into the second. Yet it does in dream logic. Two disparate, incongruous elements are drawn together at random, and then the mind creates a connection where none may actually exist, save perhaps a weak piece of innuendo.

By the same token, Ukyo was here to learn how to deliver superb service. That meant she had to read her customers and their intentions. Akane had showed up to her restaurant naked, and therefore that meant she required a more intimate, personal touch.

All of the above just goes to show that, ultimately, dream logic is vastly superior to real-world logic. There really is no contest. You want further proof? Well then. Ask and you shall receive.

Akane trailed her finger down Ukyo's naked back, picking out from the menu printed there while the cute chef sat naked on her lap. Ukyo's long hair was tucked over her shoulder to keep it out of the way.

"Kiss the one you want," Ukyo cooed in an erotic manner. She did a little movement with her shoulder, rolling it suggestively. "I'll know exactly what will fill you all the way up."

"Sounds nice," Akane licked her lips, suggesting the dream logic in full. "In that case, I'll have -" Smooch, and the chef's naked flesh tasted so good, and the way she shuddered so erotic that the normally pervert-hating girl couldn't help but kiss another part of that exposed back.

"Alright then," Ukyo said, rising to her feet and smoothing her hands down her sides. Settling them on her hips, she stared steamily over her body. "Since my grill isn't quite working just now, I'll have to make do with the second hottest thing in the restaurant."

Which went a small way to explaining why Ukyo lay down on her non-functioning grill (really a bed) and began to pour okonomiyaki batter over her own chest, and then another batch over her fit, trim stomach. Of course there really wasn't any batter there, but to the two girls there was. And that non-existent batter began to cook immediately upon hitting Ukyo's body.

One question that might be raised was: Did Akane lick her lips because of the smell of the batter (she was imagining), or because Ukyo's body was so, so fine (and actually there)? It is not our place to say. All we can say is that Ukyo began to cut up vegetables and meat (which, again, were not really there) to drop upon herself to create the perfect dish based upon whatever Akane had kissed upon her back. When the two of them probably had very different ideas of what the menu on Ukyo's back looked like, and therefore different ideas about what was being cooked.

Need more evidence that dream logic is superior? Then read on.

"Come and get it, sugar," Ukyo beckoned.

Akane needed no further invitation. She slipped forwards with typical grace - that is to say, less than one might expect from such a talented martial artist. She made up for it in her usual manner, enthusiasm by the truckload. She licked Ukyo's nipples like she was born to do it. She went for that chest like it held the secrets of the universe and could unlock the key to perpetual happiness for her and all she cared for.

"Oooh," Ukyo cooed. "Is it that good? Let me have a taste..." She tilted Akane's head up and seized hold of her lips, neither of them really tasting the okonomiyaki but merely imagining what it ought to taste like... While really enjoying the feel of each other more.

"I wish I could cook like you," Akane said with a pout. "Will you teach me?"

"Once you've finished your okonomiyaki..." Ukyo gestured down to the second one, that would have gone from navel to pussy. If it were there. But it wasn't. Yet neither girl could know that, and so... "When you're done, I'll teach you how to cook."

And that's how the girls dream logicked themselves into a sixty-nine position, Akane on top, Ukyo beneath. It made the most sense, really. Akane was supposed to finish off the okonomiyaki, and that was the most comfortable position to eat it in. And since she was on top, Ukyo decided to deliver "customer service" by licking Akane's clearly aroused pussy clean... Or rather, lick it dirty.

Either way. Neither girl was complaining. Although here we see where our winner emerges. For yes, these girls were unknowingly in a competition being waged at an unconscious level. Make the other girl cum first to get big prizes! Although both were, let's be clear, easily 9/10 on the bangable scale and although neither really had a great deal of actual sexual experience to draw upon, there was one way in which they were absolutely different in this kind of arena.

Ukyo had wanted to have romantic relations//marry/sleep with Ranma for the better part of a decade. The feelings had evolved over time, but had remained strong all that while. On the other hand, Akane had only felt that way about him for, at most, a year. If anything the only desire she had that could match Ukyo's lust for Ranma was her desire to cook and swim, and these were eclipsed by a desire felt for over half a lifetime.

Which is why all of a sudden Akane suddenly sat straight up, gasping in sheer pure delight as Ukyo's tongue expertly drew out a climax that made her normally powerful body feel weak as a kitten.

"Dat wash awshome..." Akane drooled... And then she fell over, planting herself face first onto the pillow with her butt in the air, and her pussy still dripping with excitement.

"Oh dear," Ukyo said. "What sort of customer service would I be giving if I just left her like that?"

So she took the tomboy's hand, slipped three fingers inside that dripping pussy, and let her sleep-filled unconscious desires take over from there.

"Better."

"Indeed it was!" Miss Hinako cackled, seeming to appear out of nowhere while patting her belly. "A most satisfying meal. And now, Ukyo Kuonji, I give you your reward! Accept it with grace, and of course, embrace it with lustful desires."

Still not convinced of the superiority of dream logic? Then there may be no convincing you.


  1. Ukyo is given a Ranma fuckdoll to use however she desires.
  2. Ukyo is given Akane as a pet.
  3. Ukyo is turned into another succubus, subordinate to the one in Hinako.
  4. Ukyo is given something else.

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