Sunday, 10 November 2019

Story: A Guy's Pride and Joy


In the cliched dark and shadowy room where the conspirators met to oversee the progression of their evil plan, five men were watching a monitor with bated breath.

"That Saotome boy is undoubtedly the greatest threat," one of them said. The others nodded in agreement. "If he surrenders here, we should be able to take the rest of them out easily enough."

"They've not said anything yet though," another mused. "Do you think it's possible they're formulating an escape?"

"Escape?" another still scoffed. "What possible escape could there be? No amount of strength or martial skill is sufficient to get out of that box. The only way out is for us to open the top, and the only way we’ll do that is if they slip those resignation papers through the slot."

A brief silence.

"Say, you don't think they're trying that bluff where they pretend they already have escaped, so we open it up to check?"

Another brief silence. Some chuckles fell about the room. They all knew they wouldn't fall for something like that. That box was staying open until either they lost by the rules of the contest or - actually, a resignation counts as a loss by the rules of the contest so that was the only way they were opening it. Even if they pretended that one of them was hurt or dying it wouldn't sway them, because the agreement everyone signed at the start.

"Does anyone else hear something?" Silence. "It's almost like a loud banging. And maybe a banshee wailing?"

Suddenly, the bit of the steel box they were watching so intently buckled. Not much. But a little.

".... Now hold on, that's a feat of strength that verges on the ridiculous."

It buckled a little more. This time, there was a quite distinctive "yes" sound that followed it.

"Even the strongest human being on the planet would take an hour to cause that much damage, and any human would assume they'd lost by then."

It buckled a lot more this time, and they could hear a very clear and loud "fuck, that's exactly what I needed and didn't know it!" coming from inside their inescapable trap. A moment after that, a thoroughly sweat drenched boy and sweat drenched girl crawled out of the gap that had been created. Of note, their clothes were a mite dishevelled, like they had somehow just gotten dressed in the space between exploding out the wall and landing.

"Saotome. My room. Tonight. Or I ruin your life," Nabiki Tendo said. Then she frenched him hard enough to make his pigtail straighten out. "Now, let's win this race and ensure you're a man one hundred percent of the time. Because half of the time is a <i>goddamned waste!</i>"

"...Did they just fuck their way out of our steel box?" a committee member asked.

"I'd say that he fucked his way into her box, hehehe," another committee member chuckled, and was roundly slapped upside the back of his dumbass head by every single other shadowy figure in the room.

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This might come as a shock but Ranma Saotome was extremely nervous about letting himself be vulnerable. Which meant the idea of opening himself up to someone was a big no-no in his book. As was the idea of being, shall we say, intimate with someone. Still. In the back of his mind he'd started getting used to the idea of settling down with Akane. Once they'd got over their hangups. And got the other guys after them to leave them alone.

"Buck it up, sweet cheeks! We've got a race to win!" Nabiki cheered, sticking out her tongue and putting her finger in the air. While squeezing his butt with her other hand.

Yeah, this was a new development he hadn't seen coming. Like, Ranma didn’t honestly like Nabiki that much. She was nothing but trouble. But it turns out that even when your mind doesn't like somebody if your oversized dick likes them you’re forced to reconsider.

And oh boy did his oversized dick like Nabiki. Stepping back a bit away from her rotten personality, it was plain to see that she was a drop dead knockout. Hell, so were Kasumi and Akane (not that he'd ever say that aloud) for that matter. All three of them had a different kind of appeal to them.

In Nabiki's case, it was... it was the naughtiness that broke him. He was certain that's what it was. He hated her so much that it made him lust after her sexy body. Hell, as they were running together he could feel her hip up against his, and her leg up against his, and even though he'd just cum enough to drown a baby elephant he could already feel his balls starting to feel funny again.

Which struck him as a bit strange. Shouldn't it take him a while to get horny again now that he'd just cum so much? Well, probably best if he didn't let Nabiki in on that. They might not leave the springs. Ever. Looking at her profile, he wasn't entirely sure that would be a bad thing either. Gosh, she really was pretty, wasn't she...?

"Well well," Nabiki said. "This must be our next obstacle."

Ranma shook his head and looked at the three doors in front of them. Easy, So-So and Tough Win. "Well, this is a straightforward choice," Ranma said, moving towards the Easy door - only to get his pigtail pulled on by Nabiki.

"Oy, oy, that thing must take away all the blood from your brain," Nabiki shook her head in dismay. "Look, this is obviously a psyche out. They want you to take the “easy” door, but I bet you it has some horrific trap or even a dead end."

"So.. we take the tough win door?"

"No, stupid. That's another psyche out," Nabiki sighed in frustration. "They expect people to figure out that part of the trap, so they set a second trap for you because you'd likely assume they'd reverse the order." Nabiki stepped past him and pushed open the middle door. "We're taking the so-so... Where the hell did my man meat get to all of a sudden?"

The answer to that question was "clinging to the ceiling with a ribbon in his mouth while being held up by a certain annoying girl from China and an even more annoying gymnast."

"I swear, Saotome! If you've gone through the easy door anyway I - Oh, hello there ladies. Have any of you caught sight of a pigtailed stud muffin or a cute busty pigtailed girl?"

Well, this was awkward. Ranma gulped as the two girls let him down, but kept the ribbon in his mouth. These two. Now, these two he had a complicated relationship with. Actually that described his relationship with almost every girl in his life, so... Yeah, not very useful.

Start with Shampoo. Initially she wanted to kill his girl side. Then she discovered he was a boy and, of course, fell for his manly charms. Trick was that had taken about a month or so of trying to kill him so he kind of found her annoying even though she was the most affectionate, curvaceous and overall cute girl out of all those after him. And that was before she got herself cursed to turn into a cat.

Then there was Kodachi. He didn't see so much of her as he did the other girls, but she was every bit as crazy about him. Not to mention just plain crazy in general. This girl, as a gymnast, had a much more slender build than the other girls after him. She was plenty pretty too, but might be even less sane than the girl who spent a month trying to kill him - and besides which that laugh made his skin crawl.

"Into the So-So room?" Kodachi sniffed. Shampoo nodded, then leaned back and slid the handle of her mace into the door handle, ensuring it wouldn't open. "After you, foreign girl."

"Oh no, Shampoo insist crazy rose girl take the lead."

"Hey, is that you guys out there"? Nabiki called from inside the easy room. She struggled with the door, but to no avail. "Hey! What gives! You had better open this up or I'll make you two suffer for this!"

That kind of threat ran off them like water ran off Mousse. The two of them had him inside the So-So room in no time flat, and... Then they immediately fell about ten feet into something extremely goupy.

"Euch! Mud!" Kodachi spluttered. She licked at her fingers which, ew. "It's the sort they use for mud packs!"

"It not deep, we can stand fine," Shampoo said. "Mud cling to body. Make body heavy. Make it harder to climb out using ladder... Not that Shampoo feels like climbing out any time soon."

"Ohohoho, I see how it is," Kodachi smirked. "You intend to use this chance to score a little time with Ranma-darling. Is that it? You foreign floozy! If anyone is spending time with him today, it shall be I, the Black Rose of St Hebereke!"

This would be a bad time to let them know that he'd already ploughed Nabiki not five minutes ago. What it would be a good time for is a little thing called an 'escape'! The two girls went for each other, so Ranma turned around to try and reach for the ladder - only to find a bouquet of black roses waiting on the third rung from the bottom. It sprayed paralysis powder in his face, which left him with nothing to do but slouch against the side wall and watch.

Watch as two babes mud wrestled over who had the right to spend a bit of time stuck in here with him. Put like that it was kinda... kinda hot, actually.

The first thing he saw in the fight was Kodachi grabbing hold of Shampoo's hair, and Shampoo no-selling it so she could go for Kodachi's throat. In a contest of strength - well, it wasn't really a contest of any sort. The two of them fell back into the mud with an almighty splat, leaving the two of them caked from head to toe. However, Kodachi had the advantage in flexibility and hse used that to her advantage here in managing to twist herself around onto Shampoo's back. Her plan was pretty obvious: Push Shampoo into the bouquet of flowers to paralyse her as well.

"Give it up, foreign girl! You're too much of a musclehead to ever satisfy him. Ohohoho!"

"Crazy rose bitch too much of a nutjob to keep airen happy!"

Meanwhile, Ranma's balls were really starting to ache. Which, again, didn't make sense. He'd fucked Nabiki hard and cum like a firehose not even ten minutes ago. Based on his limited understanding, shouldn't a guy need ten minutes to recover? He was fast reaching the same level of arousal he'd been at for the last day or so, and it really wasn't helping watching these two right now. So covered in mud, caked thoroughly in it that their clothes were pasted to their body, and you couldn't tell where the flesh ended and cloth began.

Technically speaking, everything was left to the imagination, you couldn't see much actual skin on them. And yet... you could easily see what their bodies looked like. They were right there. Two mud covered psycho babes wrestling over him, their feminine figures laid bare before his eyes, and -

And it seemed as though not-so-little-Ranma was popping up to say hello. It rose from the mud like a monster from a movie. In a sense it was a monster. It was a monster that fed on lust, and from the way the two girls were turning wide eyed, slowing down their grappling to stare at it, the lust it fed from wasn't just his own.

Both Kodachi and Shampoo licked their lips. "Dibs!" they both yelled, and they dove for him as one.

No question of it. Ranma wasn't going to forget today any time soon...


  1. Cue muddy threesome.
  2. Nabiki is busy plotting revenge.
  3. Akane and Ukyo are wondering where the fuck Ranma is.
  4. The shadowy council tries to put a stop to these shenanigans...
  5. ...Until they realise that with hard proof of sexual conduct, they could disqualify them all! Time to encourage it.
  6. Something else

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