Story: Nabiki's Boy Toys

If pressed, Ryoga Hibiki would have described himself as a romantic. The fact that he was using his cursed form - a cute little black piglet - to occasionally sleep in the bed of the girl he liked while she was oblivious to the curse didn't really cross his mind as going against that fact. A lot of people are like that really, they have a self image that often doesn't gel with reality.

That may be why Nabiki had such an easy time seducing him. Even with her new powers shed have to put a little bit more effort into seducing most of the boys she knew. They'd be too put off by her personality to easily succumb.

Yet succumb he did. He'd let her jerk him off, and then she'd put her lips around his shaft right at the moment he'd released, an experience that left him dazed and starry eyed, smiling like an idiot and oblivious to everything else going on around him. Ryoga didn't realise it yet but he was hooked. Addicted. To the experience of cumming inside of Nabiki. And with that addiction came a new realisation, that he'd only be able to feel this high again with her express permission.

"I'm home!"

Alas, Nabiki's body shot away from his, stopping only to pull his trousers up. Ryoga looked over and saw her curled up on a seat with her slender, seductive back to him, with a book in her hand. Ryoga gulped nervously to touch her -

Then Kasumi entered the room. Sweet as can be, she said a cheery and warm "Hello sister. Oh, hello Ryoga. I'm afraid Ranma is away training for a few days."

"Y-yeah, Nabiki said," Ryoga stammered, unable to look her in the eye. Oh gosh, he was still coming down from, uh, cumming. He glanced over at Nabiki again and his heart skipped a beat. His mouth felt dry. He'd do anything if it meant experiencing that again. Anything at all.

"Hibiki was hoping to show Akane some of the things he's picked up on his magical mystery tour," Nabiki said, sounding completely bored. She licked her finger and turned the page in her book. Ryoga felt deep and abiding envy for both finger and book. "Knowing him, he'd get lost if he wandered around, so he's paying me to make sure he doesn't leave the house until she gets back."

"That's very generous of you Nabiki," Kasumi said."Enjoy the movie. I'll be in the kitchen putting this shopping away."

Nabiki waved goodbye, but didn't raise her head from the book. Not until Kasumi had wandered off to the kitchen. At which point, she rolled over and stuck her butt up in the air, waggling it around. Ryoga's eyes couldn't tear away.

"That's a shame, I'd thought she wouldn't be home quite yet," Nabiki said. Then she lifted her book and playfully swatted her rear end with it. "I'd hoped to use this time to solidify my hold on you."

"Your... hold?" Ryoga asked her ass. Gosh, when had he scooted over like this? All of a sudden his face was inches away.

“Right, my hold. You can tell, right Ryoga-baby? You need me.”

Yes, he could tell. His balls were aching already and he'd only cum a minute or so ago. He reached out to touch her thigh, but she suddenly stood up and put her finger on his lips. Ryoga went cross eyed at the contact.

"Ah-ah! Not while my sister is in the next room, who knows what she might hear," Nabiki whispered. Then she turned around, sat down again and put her feet in his lap. "Rub them, while I fill you in on how things are going to be from now on."

"... Okay..." Ryoga mumbled. His hands went to her feet. Divine. Absolutely divine. He could rub these feet for hours and never get bored. Which seemed really strange now that he was thinking about it. Why had Nabiki made the moves on him like that? Why was he so desperate for contact with her? He should put these feet away and demand some answers!

"Rule one. I'm in charge," Nabiki said. Her free foot then moved into his lap, and all thoughts of defiance evaporated into the ether. "You are my toy. I will play with you however I want."

"T-Toy?" Ryoga squeaked, then fell back into his seat as Nabiki's foot worked its magic on his crotch.

"Quiet now, toy. You almost broke my second rule," Nabiki continued. "Nobody finds out about this new relationship of ours - at least, not without my explicit say so. If you understand, then please nod." Ryoga nodded so hard his head felt like it would fall off. "As for my last rule..."

For this, Nabiki pushed herself off her seat and into Ryoga's lap.

"If you want a hit, you've got to pay for it," Nabiki said. "That's right. All being my toy means is that you can get in line in the first place. If you want to get some, you have to do something else for me. Right away."

“That’s not fair.” Ryoga squeaked out.

"Yes, that's rather the point," Nabiki said. Then she crawled off his lap, and Ryoga found himself missing her touch, her warmth, her scent immediately. "I have you over a barrel. Give it a week, and you won't mind doing anything I say."

Guh! Ryoga slapped his cheeks. "No chance," he said. "Now that I know you're up to something, I'll make sure to fight against it! You won't get away with this!"


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"Kasumi, where is the orange juice?" Ryoga meekly asked from the doorway to the kitchen. Ah, what a pleasant young man he was. In spite of his differences and rivalry with Ranma, he'd always been polite and nice to everyone else in the family.

"It's this cupboard here, Ryoga," Kasumi said. She smiled as he walked into the room, picked up two glasses and - ah? "Oh my, shouldn't Nabiki be fetching this for you? After all, you are our guest."

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to impose!" Ryoga said. He filled up the glasses with juice, then carefully carried them out of the kitchen.

“Ryoga that’s the laundry room.” Kasumi said, and Ryoga turned around and marched towards the living room. To be on the safe side Kasumi followed after him to make sure he didn't get lost on the way back. Luckily, he seemed to have a good idea of where he was going, and returned to the seats with both glasses in hand.

On getting there, he held out one glass for Nabiki and tipped it up for her to drink from, delicately, while she continued to read her book. Then he stayed there. Kneeling by her side, as if waiting for her to signal for the juice.

"Oh dear... Nabiki must have found something to blackmail him with," Kasumi tutted. "That poor boy. I'll have to have a word with her about that."

Little did Kasumi realise, it was much less a case of blackmail and more a case of blue balls.

1. Ryoga makes his first payment a little later on. Time for some action.
2. Nabiki decides to plot out a way to get her next toy lined up.
3. Akane arrives home. Finds Ryoga behaving strangely.
4. Ranma gets back some time later, figures out immediately Nabiki has something over Ryoga. He abuses this immediately.
5. Something Else