There were two parts of Ranma arguing over what to do next. Now that he'd reasserted his masculinity by plowing Akane, he was kind of thinking his girl form needed a bit of fun too. Thinking it over Ryoga was a really cute boy. Between the two of them - his girl form and Akane - there wasn't a chance in hell Ryoga would be able to resist a threesome. They'd pervert him in no time at all! With his stamina and muscular body he'd probably be an even better lay than Hiroshi or Daisuke. Once they got him past his shyness, that is.
Then there was another part of Ranma. This part was, believe it or not, actually the rather more evil, spiteful part. Ryoga had caused all sorts of trouble for him in the past. Interfering in his relationship with Akane, trying to get Shampoo to kill him by keeping him in his girl form, being selfish with that anti-Jusenkyo soap, and so forth. Heh! On that basis why should he consider showing the lost boy a good time, when instead he could show him hell?
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A nightmare. That had been some horrible nightmare. But thank goodness, Ryoga was awake now and from the smell he could already tell exactly where he was for once. Akane's room. Ah, comfort! Ah, joy! He had finally found her again, his angel, his -
"Pervert!" Ranma's girl voice cried out, sharply interrupting Ryoga's thoughts. "Oh my goodness, you really are -mmm, such a pervert!"
The little pig's blurry eyes finally focused enough to properly take a good look around, but heaven help him he dearly wished they hadn't! Girl form Ranma was lying on Akane's bed, naked, spread eagle and gripping onto the headboard like a man in the ocean clutching to a life preserver. Her eyes were closed, her cute body writhing, thrusting and grinding while she whimpered and moaned in a way Ryoga never expected to hear from that proud bastard.
"Oh, right there!" Ranma writhed, letting go of the headboard for a moment. Ryoga barely noticed that she'd cracked open an eye and smiled an evil smile, but he certainly did notice when the pigtailed babe brought her feminine hands down upon her own shoulders, rubbed them sensually and went "Mmm, yes!" before continuing what seemed like a truly epic journey over mountains, through a valley, down a taut, fit plain before splitting off into separate routes. The left hand staying south, the right up north. "I'm so glad you talked me into this."
Akane lifted her head from in between Ranma's legs, smiled up at her, licked her lips, squeezed Ranma's butt and went right back to exercising her tongue. Ryoga whined pathetically at the sight of his one true love kneeling on the floor, every bit as naked as his hated rival and licking that rival's pussy like it was a bowl of delicious ice cream.
But even ice cream couldn't soothe Ryoga's broken heart. No, this didn't fit. Ranma! It must be Ranma's doing. Or maybe Happosai! In which case it was Ryoga's duty to interfere, post haste!
The only problem was that he seemed to be inside of a cage. Well no, that wasn't the only problem. The other problem was that in pig form Ryoga lacked the necessary strength to break out. So he covered his eyes, but it did nothing to block out those sounds! Those awful noises of the two of them doing things to each other.
"Mmm, you taste delicious," Akane said. No, she didn't! Nor did she make lip-smacking noises. This was all just a bad dream and he couldn't wake up. "Remind me again why we never did this before?"
"Because we were idiots," Ranma answered. "So? Which do you prefer having sex with? Girl form or boy form?"
"Uuurgh, don't make me choose!" Akane whined. She did... Something that made Ranma suddenly grunt. "It's just a shame I can't have both of you at once. The only thing missing is a big, hard cock taking me from behind while I lick your dripping, perverted pussy."
Ranma shot a look towards the cage and smirked, before the expression was erased by supreme delight when Akane began using her fingers instead so that she could continue the conversation.
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This was so, so hot. Now that Akane had embraced the perverted part of her, she could look back and see that she was definitely physically attracted to Ranma from day one. Everything else came later, but the spark of physical attraction had only grown and grown.
If only the two of them hadn't been so stubborn they could have realised it sooner, and Akane could have left Ranma's girl form a hot, dripping mess every night of the week. So hot! That's right, squeeze those huge tits of yours. Play with them. If they're anything like Akane's were now, they'd be super sensitive and make you writhe in that adorably helpless way a little bit more.
"I get the feeling we got a little sidetracked. Now what was it? " Akane hummed thoughtfully, pretending like she was trying to remember when she knew fully. "Oh, yes. You were about to tell me all about those perverted fantasies you've been having about me. Why, the way you said it made it sound like you've been lusting after me since before I got these babies. But that couldn't be right. Back then, you were calling me a sexless." Thrust in her fingers all the way. Keep them there. Slowly draw them out. "Uncute." Repeat the process before saying the last word. "Tomboy. So, which is it? Which was how you really felt? The insults or the flattery?"
"F-Flattery!" Ranma squealed. "You're so cute, you've always been cute! Ah! Ohhh!" Smirking at her victory, Akane set about the slightly complicated task of using both tongue and fingers to get Ranma off. It was sort of like rubbing your belly while patting your head. "I was just trying to get a rise out of you, that's all!"
"Oh? Really?" Akane innocently asked. "Is that really all?"
Ranma bit her bottom lip and shook her head. No verbal answer? Alright then. No orgasm for you. All she'd do is trace her pinky along the outside of Ranma's labia, and wait for the super-tough martial artist to break -
"I always wanted you to seduce me!" Ranma admitted, panting heavily. "I wanted you to stomp off back to your room in a huff, look at yourself in the mirror and decide to prove me wrong!"
"And then I'd dominate you with my sex appeal," Akane finished for her, resuming her ministrations. Much to Ranma's delight. "You'd trip over yourself to get me into bed. You'd take back every insult. You'd promise never to do it again." That made her shudder a bit. "Ooh, you have more of a submissive streak in you than I was expecting. You dominate because you want to be dominated?"
Actually, no. That didn't fit his personality. The challenge. That was what he - what she was after. Funny. Akane was actually starting to understand this boy she'd been engaged to a whole lot better and all it took was getting a thorough dicking from his boy form and teasing his girl form. Anyway: The point was, Ranma Saotome thrived on challenge. Which meant she'd misunderstood the point behind his fantasy:
The point wasn't that she'd win. The point was that she'd make him have to work for his victory. And it was difficult to believe that in Ranma's own fantasy he'd do anything but win in the end. Well. In case Ranma hadn't noticed this wasn't fantasy: This was reality! She attacked that pussy with renewed vigor and determination, and then drew deeper still from that well when she had a bit of an epiphany about herself.
Misunderstood the fantasy? No. Akane had filled in the blanks for where she wanted the fantasy to go. With her victorious, with her proving herself as sexually superior to the boy that constantly teased her appeal.
In the cage above them, P-Chan bweed pathetically. Poor baby. Must be so confused by what they're doing. Still, Ranma was right. The piglet had to be locked away or they might accidentally hurt it, or it might try to bite Ranma or something. Much safer for all involved.
Then again, Ranma's general treatment of P-Chan was yet another motivating factor for her to assert her own dominance. After this, a couple of days of teasing and denial would have even Ranma's will broken. Mmm, but that would assume she could hold out that long as well. Ranma had the unfair advantage of two smoking-hot forms to tease her with, while she only had the one.
Suddenly, the door behind them threw open and Akane quickly lifted her head, fully prepared to go into denial about what they were so blatantly doing. Then stopped. Oh! "Daisuke?" Ranma breathlessly asked. "Where's the fire?"
"In Nabiki's room," Daisuke replied, holding the door shut like his life depended on it. Akane gasped and grabbed for her clothes. Sex was great and all, but she rather enjoyed living, thank you very much! There was a fire?
"Oh, Daisuke?" Nabiki's voice sang outside Akane's room. Daisuke shuddered, eyes wide and put his fingers to his lips, shushing them immediately. "Where are you? I want to play with my new toy. Mmm, and I'm sure my new toy wants to play with me too."
"New toy?" Akane quietly asked. Daisuke smiled, mimed a nervous laugh replete with rubbing the back of his head with his hand.
The door opened inward, and Daisuke leaped up to grab hold of the top. Standing in the doorway was a naked pair, Nabiki and Hiroshi, with the former holding onto the latter's dick and casually flicking her wrist. The boy's eyes were glazed over, and there was a rather simple smile on his face. Overall as though he wasn't even there.
"Have you guys seen Daisuke?" Nabiki asked while the two girls tried to cover themselves up in the sheets. But he was hidden behind the door in a rather ridiculous position. "No? Shame... Oh, by the way? I'll give you a discount later on for keeping this secret. It seems like these two have been using a magical handbook to cast perverted spells on people. Isn't that right, toy Hiroshi?"
"Buh!" Hiroshi giggled. "Yeah.. That's right!"
That earned him a peck on the cheek. "So you see, there's no reason to hide him from me. Thanks to this crystal he won't be able to resist me. Hiroshi couldn't, and now he's my plaything. Have fun, you two. And, frankly, it's about time."
The door closed, Daisuke let out a sigh of relief... That is, until he saw two big-breasted beauties towering over him with scowling eyebrows, Akane with hands on hips and Ranma with arms folded beneath her breasts.
"Uh... She made up that handbook thing?" Daisuke offered. "Not buying that? Worth a shot."
- Let's go back to Nabiki breaking in Hiroshi.
- Nabiki decides to forget about looking for Daisuke: Hiroshi knows where the handbook is, and she wants it.
- The girls demand an explanation from Daisuke.
- The girls punish Daisuke... With a threesome. Wait, how is that a punishment?
- Ryoga escapes, determined to do something about this.
- Something else
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