Story: Dojo of Perversion

Nabiki Tendo had a number of bad habits. One of them was stealing her little sister's things. Be it clothes, stationary, or men Nabiki delighted in teasing her strong headed little sister by sneaking into her room and taking things that did not belong to her.

Ah, hold on now. What was that last one in that list of things she liked to steal? Men? Well, that's quite surprising! Nabiki had never had the chance to steal one of those from her sister before. Oh well! Time to get that bad habit started.

Peering inside the dojo, she found her target already working up a sweat. Oof, look at him. A slab of lean muscle. Each action was tightly controlled, and his face was set in a much more serious expression than usual. He was already pretty handsome, but when he took things seriously Ranma Saotome shot up to the next level. Sure he probably wasn’t husband material, let Akane deal with that bit. But Nabiki knew that she wanted to become very close friends with Ranma. With Benefits.

"Hello there Ranma," Nabiki huskily called out into the training hall. She leaned back against the doorframe, lifting her leg slightly into the air while nibbling on her index finger. As for her clothes, a snug pair of cutoff jeans and a midriff revealing shirt. “Working hard?”

"Nah, this is a light warm up," Ranma said. While performing a jump spin kick that looked like it could probably stop a car in its tracks. Well. At the very least it got Nabiki's motor going. "I'm waiting for Akane before doing anything serious."

Nabiki pulled away from the doorframe and strutted over towards him. Hrmph. He noticed her out of the corner of his eye and stopped training. Didn't want to hurt her or anything. On reaching him, Nabiki reached out and squeezed his bicep. Oh wow, Nabiki hadn’t ever felt any arms like this in her life. The hard swell of his muscles pumping with the beat of his pulse, she was half sure that she could just stick his arm between her legs like a vibrator.

"Not bad," she said. "Although, I must admit. If it's a warmup you needed, I know something a touch more intense."

"We don't need a cheerleader for sparring, Nabiki!" her little sister interrupted. Damn. Damn and blast. She needed Ranma at least shirtless before Akane came in! Nabiki turned around, expecting to see her little sister in her gi. Instead finding her in a sports bra and shorts so small that if she went jogging in them she might be arrested for indecent exposure.

"Huh? Not in your gi?" Ranma asked.

"It's in the wash," Akane shrugged.

"Yeah, sure..." Nabiki said, rocking on her feet and looking up at the ceiling. "And it'll be in the wash every time you want to spar from now on too, right?"

In a flash Akane’s hand was on Nabiki’s chest, and there was a brief squeeze that shut down Nabiki’s thought process for a moment. Then Akane lightly pushed her away. To any observer it would have looked like a sister giving her annoying older one a light shove. But Nabiki’s beating heart new better. “Enough out of you.” She said. Then Akane slipped behind her and gently, oh so gently, gave Nabiki's barely covered butt a light series of slaps that guided the older sister out of the training hall. "No need for snarky comments today, I'm sure Ranma will provide plenty."

"Hey now, I'm not that snarky!"

"The P.E. teacher made you hold buckets for all the comments on poor Hikaru!"

"Hey, come on now! He tried to spook me by dressing up as a zombie!"

"That's how he normally looks!"

"Blegh! Stop acting Uncute! Or you might start looking like a zombie too!"

Outside the training hall, Nabiki rubbed her stinging butt and glowered at the sound of their blatant flirting. Now she was more determined than ever to lay that wild horse. Mark her words as a bratty middle sister! She hadn't failed in stealing Akane's things yet, and she wouldn't fail now!

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About an hour later, she found her prey alone. Nabiki knew for a fact that Akane had just gone out to meet with some friends. Kasumi was busy in the kitchen. Their idiot fathers were getting drunk while playing shogi. Which meant minimal distractions this time. While the training hall would have been ideal for this strategy, up here in the guest room was every bit as viable.

Look at him. Lying there on the floor, reading a comic and munching on an apple. The dork had no idea he was about to get laid with the finest piece of ass in Furinkan. Lucky, lucky devil.

"Hello again Ranma," she said, sitting down next to him and leaning back to stare right at his butt. Nicely crafted. Even under those black trousers she could tell there was a work of art under there. "How was training with Akane?"

"Eh... she's pretty good," Ranma said. "Not up to my standards, but still. She was using some weird style. For some reason it kept throwing me off."

“She sure does like her high kicks.” Nabiki said. "Shame she never joined the cheer squad."

Ranma choked on his apple a little bit there. My, my. Imagining little sis in one of those slutty cheerleader outfits? Or maybe... ooh, something even more revealing? Even more scandalous? Even more ignored by the Furinkan admin?

Well, if that got him to react like that, she might as well prime him a little more. Nabiki leaned in as close as she could to his ear without touching it, and asked the burning question: "So how is she in bed?" She remembered how downright serene Akane had looked after Ranma had spent the night rocking her world. But how did Ranma like his little conquest? Plus bringing up sex directly, already on his mind, would surely lead him to question about the beauty right in front of him.

"Eh? Akane? In bed?" Ranma asked. "Uh... Well, she's pretty violent."

Well that was the least surprising thing she had ever learned about her sister’s sex life. Yes Akane would be violent, powerful, but also firm and controll- focus on the hunk in front of you.

Of course, Ranma had completely missed what Nabiki was actually talking about. Akane was a pretty violent sleeper, you see, and since he didn't maintain his girl form memories of perversion Ranma had simply translated accordingly.

"Must be all that martial arts training," Nabiki said. "I'm not... <i>violent</i> in bed." Which was true. She was a gentle lover. Up until she wasn't. But by then you'd crave for her to ramp up the, ahem, violence a bit. "You see, I don't stay fit by using martial arts."

Then she rolled out her weapon of choice. A yoga mat, right in front of where Ranma was lying so that he'd almost have to look at her.

“Wouldn’t the dojo be better for that?”

Nabiki pinched his cheek. “Awww let me show off a little Ranma-baby.”

She turned around, fully confident that she had the boy's attention. Really now, this wasn't even fair. If she'd been given the opportunity earlier on, she might have gone for a cheer-seduction but this was the second least fair approach that she knew. It would crumple his will as it hardened his cock.

Nabiki started out with a few simple stretches. She was still wearing the same clothes as before. Putting her hands on her thighs, she slowly slid them down her legs until she was gripping her own ankles. By coincidence, this left her butt thrust right out into Ranma's face. He blushed and continued munching on the apple while reading the comic. Oho? Pretending not to see the delicious treat in front of you? Well then. This treat was only now getting warmed up.

"Taking your cue," she said while sitting on the mat. "Always do warm up before strenuous exercise."

Let's see. To start with she would show off her flexibility. So he could imagine her bending herself in any position he dreamed of.Smiling at her prey, Nabiki leaned forward with her legs together, then quickly split them apart so that she was pressing her hands flat against the mat. Next, she shifted her weight to the side, bent her left leg at the knee and without much effort lifted it up so that it was hooked around the back of her head.

An apple core fell out of Ranma's hand and rolled right into her crotch. He was staring like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You dropped something," Nabiki said, inviting him to retrieve it while putting her other leg behind her head. "My hands are a little preoccupied at the moment. If you would please?"

The boy's hand trembled as he reached out to take it. My, my. He was that devoted to Akane? Then that would make it all the more fun when she broke that resolve and took him for her own fun and pleasure. Nabiki held the position for a full thirty seconds, using the time to decide on her next pose.

That was an easy decision, as it turned out. She'd already flaunted her legs and butt to him. Time for a different asset to come into play. Pulling her legs out from behind her head, Nabiki quickly lay flat on her stomach and arched her back up, pushing herself up with her hands so that her arms were firmly placed right next to her boobs. Pushing them together and tugging down her shirt so he could see the top of her cleavage.

"I- I can't take this anymore," Ranma mumbled, blinking quickly and scooting over towards her. Bingo! Got him! Welcome to Sextown! Population: Nabiki Tendo! He reached his strong, powerful hands out, placing them on her shoulders while staring her intensely in the eye.

And then he adjusted the position of her arms. Said "You'll hurt your spine if you're in that kind of position." Pulled himself away, and resumed reading the comic.

Leaving Nabiki lying there blinking, feeling furious and also... feeling a lot better in her back now that she was thinking about it. But still! That wasn't the point! Had he been ignoring her attempts at seduction up until this point? Had those nerves been because he was worried about her frigging posture?! Ooooh, her pride as a wanton whore was being challenged!

Okay, maybe she wasn't a wanton whore, more of a dominating seductress... but it was the principle of the matter! That's where the issue lies! Here she was holding up a flashing sign that said “Available for Casual & Consequence Free Sex” and his main concern was that it was too bright!

Hurt her spine? Hurt her spine?! Maybe she wanted her spine hurt, jackass! By you pounding it into the bed so hard it bruises her!

Well. If he thought it was that easy to resist her, then he had another thing coming buster! It was a bit obvious an approach, but only because it worked. Nabiki pulled out a water bottle. Heh! Hehehe! Let's see him ignore her tits when she 'accidentally' poured this all over herself!

Or... she could open up the bottle, take a step, slip on a piece of apple and dump the water right over Ranma's head.

"Oops, sorry Ranma!" Nabiki gasped, quite genuine in her apology for once in her life. "Do you want me to get you a towel?"

"Nah, I'm good!" Ranma replied. "You don't need a towel anyhow. You can take off those shorts and mop me down with those instead."

Nabiki was half way through doing exactly that before realising what Ranma had actually said. She looked over at the pigtailed hunk... well, now pigtailed babe, and found the girl munching on what was left of that apple while staring at her with big bright eyes.

"Don't mind me!" Ranma insisted. "No, no, keep going. Keep going. I was enjoying the show, hehe."

Now, this was something Nabiki didn't know about. Just as surely as she didn't know that boy form Ranma misremembers the antics his girl form gets up to, so too does girl form Ranma misremember the antics that her boy form doesn't get up to. In this case:

"I see how it is," Nabiki smirked. She dumped her shorts on Ranma's head. "My, my. You were a convincing actor just now."

"Thank you, thank you!" Ranma coyishly replied while mopping herself down with Nabiki's shorts. "You didn't make it easy though. Man, you must be flexible in all the right ways. I'm amazed I held back from jumping you right there. Kinda wish I'd lasted a little longer, it was fun watching you get all wound up."

Nabiki bit her lip. Her, the expert tease, had in turn been teased in her attempt to tease? She let out a breath, leaned in and kissed Ranma on the lips. Not a chaste kiss. Not a light peck on the lips. Not even a French kiss. You'd have to invent a new word for what this was. This kiss was so deep it was hitting the bottom of the mariana trench. The two of them had to pull back gradually in case they gave each other the bends.

"Rocking your cute little body sounds fun," Nabiki said. "But... I had my heart set on your boy form for our first time."

"First time?" Ranma replied. "Mmm... That implies there will be others. You're gonna have to meet my standards first."

Nabiki groped Ranma's chest. "You've met my standards!" Ranma moaned. Then Nabiki started applying actual skill into her fingers. "Oooh, you're surpassing my standards!" Then Nabiki started kissing the nape of her neck as well. "My standards, where did they go?! They are as a dot on the horizon!"

"You go get the hot water," Nabiki whispered. "By the time you're back, I'll be ready for you."

"Can do!" Ranma saluted. To which, Nabiki spanked her and gave her a knowing look. "Can do... mistress."

Okay then. Ranma scurried off at such a pace that it kicked up an actual dust cloud left in her shape. Which meant Nabiki had no time to waste! She pulled her clothes off in record time, and then put on her real gear. Shiny leather, a belt with no less than three different kinds of whips on it, some handcuffs and candles and - Oh gosh, she was excited! Like waking up on Christmas morning! Except there was less BDSM equipment lying around.

What wasn't on her body was nicely laid out on the mat in record time. Oh! She was going to enjoy breaking in that pigtailed hunk! Teasing her like that. Toying with her that expertly!

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Girl Form Ranma was super excited. Oh, she'd been waiting for Nabiki to try to pull something. Mmf! While there was definitely something to say about Akane's aggressive approach and Kasumi's gentler seduction methods, there was definitely something about Nabiki that set her loins aflame.

To that end, she dashed by pops and Mister Tendo. Drunk off their asses. Like the idiots they were. And off into the kitchen, where she found Kasumi washing dishes. Now, as she was a pervert one might expect that the girl was wearing a naked apron. No, no. Nothing so obvious. Instead, she was wearing a dress... Which became transparent when wet. Alas, Ranma needed water for a nobler purpose. Namely pounding Nabiki into the floorboards with nothing but her hips.

"Hi Kasumi!" Ranma said. "May I have some hot water?"

"What's the magic word?"

"Sex?" Ranma suggested.

"That's a magic word," Kasumi said, turning around to kiss Ranma gently on the lips. "But I'm afraid you have to satisfy our deal first."

"Well, I'm almost good to go, got Nabiki waiting for a deep satisfying dicking upstairs right now," Ranma said. Her eyes wandered over Kasumi's body. Oof! Gimme some of that for dessert! What must their mother have been like to produce three different, yet equally amazing examples of complete babe!

"Oh, well. Why didn't you say so in the first place?" Kasumi asked. She filled a cup full of hot water and smiled gently at Ranma. "Anything in service of my sisters getting the sex they so desperately need."

Girl form Ranma tipped the cup over her head - and instantly became a boy again. With skewed memories of the last few minutes. He immediately stopped checking out Kasumi's body, for example, and silently resolved that it would be too embarrassing to point out the effect the water was having on her dress. It wasn't like anyone could see her like this, she'd probably notice the dampness and change into a different dress if she decided to go out...

Which meant that he should head on back up to the guest room to give Nabiki a piece of his mind. Ugh, honestly now! Coming up to his room to do yoga right in front of him? Then spilling cold water all over his head like that, and telling him to go get the hot water for himself? Cheeky!

So with that in mind, Ranma Saotome threw open the door to the guest room - then stopped in his tracks.

"Huh?" he grunted. "Candles? Handcuffs? What's that stuff doing -"

"Hel~lo sailor!" Nabiki suddenly said right beside him. Huh? Huh? There was a hand down his boxers! How did she - "What's the safe word, Ranma baby?"

"S-safe word?" Ranma gulped. Uh oh. Uh oh! His fiancee's sister was stroking his dick and pulling down his trousers!

"Straight to the point, I like you. So I'll be straight as well. This is not an indicator of a long term relationship. You’re hot, I’m hot for you, and we can stick with being fuckbuddies.”

What!? Ranma realize just what the hell was going on. Nabiki wanted to have sex with them!? He hadn’t seen this coming at all! “Wait, what about Akane!?”

'Oh damn,' Nabiki thought, 'Of course he’d remember her now.' “Don’t worry about Akane. I go by the motto of it being better to ask for forgiveness than bother with permission.”

Th-that seemed like a rather scandalous philosophy to him! He moved to push her away - and found his hands handcuffed behind his back. When did she - ?

"This is what you get for setting my motor running," Nabiki whispered into, and then attempted to consume, his ear. Ranma hadn’t realized that someone biting you could feel nice, but Nabiki taught his earlobe that! "Consider this my revenge. Once I'm satisfied, I'll rock your world six ways to Sunday. Deal?"

"D-Deal," Ranma said in spite of himself.

Now, that may be a bit surprising. Up until this point Ranma hadn't exactly been receptive to perverted behaviour. But consider: That was only because he wasn't under the same spell that affected his girl side and the sisters. He was still a teenage boy. He still liked these girls. He still acknowledged that they were pretty.

So if one of those pretty sisters that he kind of liked spending time with started humping him down to the floor, who was he to say no? Just... don't tell Nabiki it would've been that easy to get him into bed. She might have an aneurysm.

1. Cue Nabiki making good on her 'deal'.
2. The pair are interrupted when Akane comes home.
3. A certain black pig walks in on the scene.
4. Akane hangs out with her obviously not gay for her friends.
5. Something else