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Pride and Joy

Crap, crap, crap, crap! Of all the things to keep him occupied, giving the girls in his life a deep satisfying dicking with his stupid monster dong was not up there! Up ahead of him were three of the girls in question, Kodachi, Shampoo and Nabiki with their ankles all tied together. Bickering and squabbling and not <i>moaning over his dick like they should be.</i>

"Untie yourself, Nabiki Tendo!" Kodachi warned.

"How about you instead?" Nabiki shot back. "I can make things very difficult for you if I have to."

"Not as hard as my paralysis powder will make things for you in the short term!"

"Two stupid girls shut up! One of you untie so Shampoo can win race and not get disqualified!"

The three of them were standing at the finish line arguing, because this was meant to be a two person race. They hadn't noticed him yet, which was for the best. He thought about calling out to them. Maybe win with Shampoo so she could get cured too? But then, the other two would try to jump him at the same time, and earning the wrath of either Kodachi or Nabiki was something nobody should want. Never mind Shampoo! He honestly wasn't sure which of them was the worst!

But then a klaxon played out. "Disqualified!" a voice echoed out. "No three person teams are allowed!"

Oh thank goodness someone else had the lack of sense to piss off all three of them at once. Though that did leave him with a bit of a conundrum. He had no partners to go with, and he was pretty sure that one person teams were also not allowed...

Then he felt something tie around his ankle. He looked down and - "Akane?"

"Come on, Ranma!" she said, beaming up at him. "Let's win that race and get you that cure."

Budumf. D-Dammit, why did he have to remember that so vividly. It was a moment of weakness. Didn't mean anything. Even so. Having to put his hand around her back and onto her waist, while she did the same... having her body so close to his... Her uncute sexless body that he'd just had amazing sex with a few minutes ago... It was making him feel funny. Almost like he wanted to have sex with her again. And again. And as many times as they could handle before their bodies gave out.

Which would be stupid because it would mean something ridiculous, like that he was sexually attracted to this flat chested bad tempered tomboy, or even more dumb like that he loved her or something.

"Let's win this race!" Akane cheered, pumping her hand into the air while sticking out her tongue.

"Wait... where's Uchan?" Ranma asked.

"Oh, she's a little tied up at the moment. Did you know that her battle spatula handle is pretty easy to bend if you know where to apply the pressure?"

Right. Well, whatever. The end of the race was right up ahead. All they had to do was cross the finish line, and they'd be ...

"Say Akane?"

"Yes, Ranma?"

"Is it my imagination or is the finish line getting further away?"

"Give up already!" one of the judges said. Ah! They Were carrying away the finishing line! "We won't let you cross it!"

"The hell you won't!" Ranma yelled, kicking a rock and setting it sailing into the back of the judge on the left. He dropped his end of it - but the other judge kept on running, not seeming to notice that his running partner had dropped his pole. The left pole got stuck in the ground, and the other judge wound up getting dragged into a big circle. All they had to do was stand in the way and the finishing line would cross them!

"Hey Mousse! Sunlight!"

"Sunlight?! Where?!"

Alternatively, Ryoga and Mousse, who Ranma hadn’t even known were <b>in the race in the first place</b> could burst out of the ground tied to one another's ankles - albeit facing opposite directions - and wind up having the finishing line cross them first. Ranma and Akane stared at the two idiots in dejected disbelief. Nothing else for it. Had to congratulate the winners the only way Ranma knew how.

"Motherfuckers! I will kick your butts for this!"

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Ever wind up in a situation where you have wildly conflicting emotions? Akane was enduring that right now. On the one hand, she'd finally gotten to feel Ranma's massive cock inside her, and it was better than she imagined. That was good! But Ranma lost the race, which was bad. Yet Ranma would be spending more time around here, meaning more opportunities for sex. Which was good. But Ranma would be spending half his time as a girl, which was bad.

"You'll get it next time," Akane said to the sullen boy, sulking with his shoulders low. "There's bound to be more chances for you to find a cure."

"Yeah, whatever..." Ranma sniffed. "Hope those two enjoy their vacation."

Note that due to Ryoga's sense of direction and Mousse's vision problems, the two of them had wound up absolutely nowhere near Jusenkyo. Actually, they were in Hawaii being hit on by hula girls and having absolutely no idea how to deal with them.

Okay, girl. Your man is in a bad mood. Maybe this is your own selfish desire for yet further dickings thinking for you, but his issue right now is rooted in a curse that makes him question his own masculinity. The best cure for that is surely one that is to your own benefit, as well as his.

Well okay Akane didn't think this in quite as erudite a fashion as this, but that was the general direction of her thought process. It turns out the lizard brain can reason pretty well when a clear path to nookie is made clear.

That's why she stepped forward, grabbed his hand, then whispered in his ear "Midnight. Training hall. Make sure not to wake up anyone. I'll make sure you forget all about today."

Then she scooted off up ahead, feeling her face turn crimson. She'd done it now! Set this up properly and this could become a regular thing! Midnight couldn't come fast enough!

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This might be surprising to learn but Ranma felt every single second that night as he tried to sleep. Tried. Failed. How could he? That had to be a misunderstanding, right? Akane hadn't been seriously offering him a nighttime dalliance, had she?

No, the thought was ridiculous. Surely the experience of being stretched wide by his stupid monster dick was the sort of thing a girl would endure once, no matter how awesome or talented the man might be. Especially a girl like Akane. She's the sort that doesn't like guys. So, the idea of her spreading her legs for him was - It was...

<i>It was fucking hot.</i>

Except that this was Akane he was thinking about. Akane Tendo. Violent tomboy. She who dunts boys in the head with tables when they criticise her figure. It was a misunderstanding. Had to be. She had something else in mind, and his aching balls were making him go towards the conclusion that results in them getting drained.

His clock chimed midnight. Ranma gulped nervously. The old man was sleeping in panda form, sawing like a log. Ranma rolled out of bed and crept out of the room, quiet as can be - then he stepped on a creaky floorboard, winced... The panda rolled over and scratched his tummy. Phew.

It was funny how different the place felt in the dead of night. So quiet, so peaceful. Every dark corner was making him jump a little. It was taking all of his martial arts ability to get around without making any noise, without seeming suspicious. Before long he'd arrived at the entrance to the training hall.

"It's a misunderstanding," he repeated to himself under his breath. "There's no way she meant that. There's no way. I'll play it cool, find out what she wants, and then -"

He went inside. Akane was in there, lying on her side. Wearing her gi top. And only her gi top. It was a little open as well.

“What took you!?”

Don't look at her legs. Don't look at her legs. Don't look at her - "Legs," Ranma said. "I mean- Um!

Akane rolled her eyes, then tossed her top away. Naked. That's a naked tomboy. Getting onto her feet and walking towards him. With purpose. Fuck, why was he getting so hard over her?

"Here's the deal," Akane said on reaching him. "No talking until we're done. The last thing we need is to get into a screaming match and wake the whole house up."

"S-sounds good," Ranma said, looking up at the ceiling. Then Akane forced him to look back down. At her.

"Don't get the wrong idea, I'm just helping you out," she insisted. "That - that thing must be so <b>hard</b> to deal with and it's partly my fault so - so I'm going to take responsibility for it. Okay?"

Made sense to him. Then again, most anything would have made sense to him right about now. Akane pushed him down into a sitting position, then kissed him hard on the lips. Just like her, going for it so roughly! Her fingers were fiddling with the rope he used as a belt, at first trying to untie it but very quickly getting frustrated and trying to tear it off him. He pulled her hands away and then did it himself. Mercifully she seemed to get the message and settled for undoing his shirt instead. Much better, now he could get his trousers off without tearing anything.

Although there was one thing he wished he'd thought of in retrospect. Akane's position meant that the second he had his trousers off, his rock hard dick sprung out and penetrated her before he'd meant to. That kind of killed the romantic aspect of the mood, but Akane didn't seem to mind. Actually, she pulled back from the kiss, settled her hands on his shoulders and pushed her way down, greedily taking his entire length in while maintaining eye contact.

"Hrnnnngh!" she bit her lip, then made a cute little "Kya!" noise once he was all the way inside. Or maybe that was Ranma? She was gripping him tightly, and he collapsed onto his back with his hands on her hips.

Weird. This felt different from last time. Maybe it was their positions? Akane on top of him, putting her hands on his chest while her hips moved a little left and right. Being able to see her face. Her pretty smiling face. Or maybe it was because they weren't saying anything this time? Nothing to focus on but each other, for once getting on and opening up to each other and -

"Hrrrrrrrnk!" Akane moaned into her fist. Did she just cum? Ah, fuck! That did it for him as well, he shot up inside her, again enough to lift her a little off his body, but then she collapsed on top of him, the two of them breathing hard. How long had that been? It felt like days and seconds both at the same time. His instincts compelled him to hug her. Hold her close. Sniff her hair. Hold her. Protect her.

"I love you," he said without even realising he was saying it. "Love you so much."

As for Akane, she simply... gurgled the same way a baby might after being tickled. Not that Ranma had recognised what he'd just said aloud either. The two of them were a little too blissed out for -

Snap.

"Well well, Ranma-baby," Nabiki whistled, extracting a picture from her instant camera and fanning herself with it. "You've certainly been <i>busy</i>." Did she have to make that lewd gesture with her hips when she said that. "I wonder what Daddy will say if he sees this?"

Well, there goes that feeling of bliss. "How much?" he asked.

But Nabiki didn't give him a figure. Instead, she bit her little finger playfully and shimmied out of her pajama bottoms. “I think a bit of that hard rod you have will do.”

Oh, great. Exactly what he needed. Ranma groaned as Nabiki rolled Akane out of his comforting grip (still giggling and cooing to herself) and took her place on top of his stupid monster dick. Don't tell him that all those girls are gonna be like this from now on! That would be the worst thing that could happen!

  1. The next day Ranma gives all five girls at least one deep dicking each.
  2. The next day, a certain European boy with a long tongue shows up to show Ranma how it can get worse.
  3. Ryoga and Mousse on holiday, surrounded by thirsty Hawaian babes.
  4. Due to a misunderstanding, Ranma accidentally adds Kasumi to his list of girls addicted to his penis.
  5. Something else

Fantasy Seduction Conquest

Needless to say, but Shirley Fenette was not in the very best of moods. Normally she was a kind and cheerful girl, the sort who could look happy even on days where the rain wouldn’t stop and the sky was grey and washed out.

"So, ready to become a pervert?" Miya asked cheerfully. Shirley turned around on the massage table and stuck out her tongue. "Ooh, don't worry. I have a few ideas of what you can do with that."

"You won't break me," Shirley protested, though honestly she was a little nervous. "You really think anything you can do will be worse than Milly Ashford? Get real! Besides which, other people will have to use this pool, and you can't hold me forever. Someone will notice I'm missing and come looking."

"Oh gosh. You really think so?" Miya asked. "You think that other people will come to use the pool in the next half hour?"

Chipper, confident and bubbly as ever. She took in a deep breath, and then Miya's hands firmly gripped her shoulders. They were moist. Smelled like lavender.

“You think you can turn me into a ravenous slut within half an hour? God, you are more arrogant than I thought.” Shirley said, trying to wiggle out of the busy girl’s grasp. Miya tittered knowingly, and then set to work rubbing Shirley's shoulders. Tsk. She'd give her this much. The girl did know how to do a shoulder rub. Not too much force, nor too little. In spite herself Shirley started to relax a little.

Then Miya started going a little further down her back, and she tensed right back up. Ah! She knew how this was going to go! First Miya would get under her guard, then start touching places she shouldn't, a little at a time to try to make it feel natural - and then she'd start doing other dirty things too!

"Gosh, you are <i>so</i> tense," Miya said, suddenly pushing down hard on the middle of Shirley's back. "There's a knot here that Alexander couldn't cut through, you know? There we go, much better. Teehee!"

"Oh, I'm tense? Gee I wonder why?" Shirley sarcastically asked. "I'm being massaged by a pervert, who is trying to make me into a pervert! That would make anyone tense!"

"No, no. This tension has been here a while now," Miya mused. "You can tell when someone's tense because they're currently a bit stressed out, or long term stress. I'd say you've been working too hard. All work and no play -"

"Keeps Shirley from being a horny slut? Is that what you're leading to?" Shirley huffed.

"Actually, I was going to say..." Miya then stopped, leaned in close, and whispered in Shirley's ear. "Makes Shirley an easy mark for a practical joke!"

The sound of gentle playful laughter began to fill the pool area. Shirley looked around at all the other club members, still in their stupid slutty swimsuits. Laughing and chuckling at her. Wait, what? What was this now?

"We've noticed it for a while now," Miya said, resuming her massage. "You've been way too stressed out recently. It's really not healthy, you know."

Huh? Huh?! What?! Looking around, the other club members were nodding in agreement. This was all a practical joke? Why those - If anything this was making her even more pissed off!

"This is really not funny!" Shirley yelled.

"No, it's not," Miya agreed. "It's not funny how you're working yourself ragged. It's not funny how distracted you get sometimes when you're here. So we figured we'd try to break the ice a little, make you realise how stressed you were getting. Now we can focus on getting you to relax a little."

"Oh, you really are hopeless aren't you?" Shirley yelled. "You really think this kind of practical joke would help me out?"

"Yep. So, lie still a moment and I'll drain that tension right out of you. Then we can get back to swimming, and you'll feel like a brand new girl."

Shirley huffed again, but she honestly did feel a little more relaxed now. Angry, but still more relaxed than before. Ugh! That kind of practical joke was beyond the pale, even Milly wouldn't go that far! Still. The fact that they were willing to do that must mean that she was a little more stressed than she'd thought she'd been. Had she actually been working that hard?

And, well... Miya was doing a perfectly ordinary backrub. She hadn't made any attempt to go too low and grab her butt. She hadn't tried to sneak around to get a hold of Shirley's breasts. It had actually been perfectly chaste. She took a deep breath, and finally let herself relax.

Up until she heard a weird noise, took a look, and saw her fellow swim club members discarding their swimsuits and holding onto each other, kissing lewdly right there in the pool.

"H-hey, what're they doing?"

And then, Shirley felt something incredibly soft land on her right ankle. Correction, two incredibly soft somethings, wrapped around either side of her ankle. She looked back with mounting horror, and found that Miya was standing by her feet, top off and her two massive breasts turned out to be those somethings.

"Oh, they got a little too heated up when they saw me set up for the 'real' massage," Miya said, all innocence and smiles. "My super special titty massage will knock your socks off!"

“I am not wearing any socks unfortunately for you.” Shirely said, rolling her eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation. However, she was singing a different tune a moment later when Miya began to move her boobs up Shirley's legs, as she let out a moan that was more wanton than any other sound she'd heard in her life.

"See, there we go! I knew you could make a good sound if you were given the right motivation!" Miya said. Before Shirley could protest, Miya pulled back and started working her boobs up her left leg next. "My titty massage is one of a kind. You can't find this kind of softness in anything but natural boobage."

Then she pulled up, and let her breasts rest on Shirley's butt. One boob per cheek,. She then put her hands behind her head and began to rotate her shoulders, causing her rock hard nipples to poke into Shirley's back and ah ah ah why does it feel good? Why does it feel so good?!

"By the way, the pool water is dosed with a special substance we've been working on," Miya said. "In conjunction with the swimsuit you were wearing, it makes your skin a bit more sensitive." Miya then pulled back and smacked Shirley hard on the butt. It sounded like someone had cracked a whip out here. "Well, more sensitive to pleasure responses at least. You didn't even feel that, did you?"

No, actually. She hadn't felt that at all. But she sure felt it when Miya resumed massaging her butt with her boobs! Oh, fuck! That was every bit as stupid sounding as it felt amazing, which really said something.

"Of course, it needs a little time to work... and it doesn't work so good if your muscles are all super tensed up. So, sorry Shirl. Had to tell a little white lie there. You'll forgive me, right?"

She tried to tell her exactly what she was thinking, but all that came out was a burbling mess.

“Don’t worry, it only gets better and better the longer it is given time to work. Why, I doubt it is even halfway to peak effectiveness. There is still a <i>lot of fun</i> we can have together.” There was an excited, almost manic note to her voice.

Mercifully, finally, she moved her boobs away from Shirley's butt. Less mercifully she started pushing them up the small of her back instead.

"Such a fit body you have," Miya said. "It really is a perfect ten. Your waist, your legs, your breasts, your pretty face... everything works together perfectly. A true masterpiece. I can't wait to see what you're like when your lust is unleashed."

"Wh-Who says I'll give in that easily?" Shirley moaned, writhing under Miya's expert touch.

"Oh, right! Duh, goofy little me, forgetful as always," Miya tittered. She playfully tapped herself on the side of the head. "Okay, so, in the club right now we had a big debate over what was better. Breaking someone who didn't know what was going on, or breaking someone who knew <i>exactly</i> what was happening. Well, we didn't have enough data points to come to a conclusion, so we're going to try out both. Clever, right? So, I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do to break you free of this prudish nature of yours."

"Step one," Miya said. "I'm going to rub down your entire body with my big old titties. Hrm... Big young titties? Yeah, that sounds about right. Anyway, I can make a person cum any time I want when doing this."

"Oh, please. Now you're just - fuuuuuuuuh."

"You like that?" Miya asked while pushing her breasts firmly together against Shirley's back. "There's more where that's coming from. Hehehe."

"Th-This won't make me into a pervert!" Shirley protested.

“Oh really? And what if I could teach you this trick once we are done? Why, imagine doing this to a certain boy you would like to have eating out of your hands.”

"You leave Lelouch alone!"

"I didn't say anything about Lelouch," Miya playfully said. "Besides which, I'm not the one that would be going after him, now would I?" To Shirley's annoyance she realised that for a while now Miya had been keeping her hands clasped together behind her back. She was quite deliberately only touching her with her breasts and yet- it felt like she was being pinned down by invincible strength.

"Anyway, in a minute or so I'm going to flip you onto your back and then start over from your ankles again, working my way up your front until I get to your boobs. Then I'm going to smoosh our boobies together, you'll moan despite yourself, I stick my tongue down your throat and... that should about do it."

"Wh-What, really?" Shirley asked. By now Miya had reached her shoulder blades. Which was in fact right where she'd started this off, come to think. "That seems kind of..."

She stopped cold.

"Kind of what?" Miya asked. "Oh. Anticlimactic? Well, if you insist."

Miya's boobs pushed down around either side of the back of Shirley's head. It was stupid. It was so, so stupid. Yet she couldn't keep from cumming again, this time harder than the last time. How? How was she doing that?! It didn't make any sense at all, the human body didn't work that way!

“So I was quite curious to see how the other option would work, but brainwashing.. boobwashing..? Well this is also fine. Just let me drown your silly little head in titties.” A voice said, but it was hard for Shirley to really remember to whom it belonged because ohhhh.. her brain felt fuzzy and nice..

Endure it. Just endure it. Th-that was the best thing to do. Make a point of enduring it, and then you'll be fine. That would prove Miya wrong about this corruption thing for certain, right? If she went all the way through it and was still as 'prudish' as ever! Yeah, that would show her! She would resist out of sheer bloody mindedness!

Wait, when had she been flipped over?

"Say, how do you get on with the rest of the student council anyway?" Miya asked. "I know that Milly's a tease, you like Lelouch... but what about the rest?"

"I- ah get on - oooh - fine with -eeeh- all of - uuuh - themmmmmm!" She couldn't control her voice anymore. While trying to speak she was making all these weird noises without meaning to! It was those boobs at fault here, pressing up against her sensitive skin and being all big and squishy and soft!

"Not feeling talkative, eh?" Miya asked. Ah! She was already up to Shirley's thighs! "Well, how about this. Our research would be quite invaluable in helping you learn how to seduce that vice president you like so much."

Okay, ignore her, she's trying to get into your head. Think about other things, like... Like techniques you could use to improve your swim time. Alright! Your backstroke time is pretty solid, but you need to work on your flutter kick a bit more. Maybe work on that next time you have the chance.

Miya was rubbing her nipples around in a circle around Shirley's navel, occasionally slipping them in. Pushing in hard. Really hard. Breathing. Breathing!

Ignoring her! Focus on the swimming techniques that you should be working on! Like the front crawl. Yeah, that's the ticket! Th-The angle her arm was hitting the water, that might be something she could work on. It was coming in a little too quickly, meaning it was less efficient, which meant she had a good chance of tiring herself out before she finished. Definitely work on that.

Miya was working up from her stomach now. Trailing her nipples up Shirley's abdomen. Teasing. Slowly. Smiling down at her warmly and -

Techniques! Alright what about the breast stroke? The... breast... stroke? It was no use. She couldn't visualise it. Not without focusing on those... those stupidly big boobs! What if Miya was right? What if this did break her? Any second now their breasts would smoosh together, and she was sure she'd moan, and then they'd kiss and then -

"Your body has already given up," Miya said. "Your mind will follow soon."

Forget that! Forget enduring it! Shirley pushed Miya away and ran for the door, uncaring that it was locked or not. She was going to pound it until someone came to help. She reached it, pulled on the handle and then - it opened! She hadn't thought it would. Never mind, without a second thought Shirley rushed into the girl's changing room -

"Oh, hi Shirley."

And ran straight into Kallen.

"K-Kallen, you've got to help me," Shirley said. "Miya, she's trying to turn me into a pervert!"

Kallen smiled a sleepy, gentle smile. "Don't worry, I'll help you," she said.

Then she grabbed hold of Shirley with surprising strength and pulled her into a kiss. Kallen was holding her nice and close, hands on Shirley's hips keeping her firmly in place as she got an unexpected taste of the girl she thought of as her main romantic rival for Lelouch's affections...

"By which, she meant 'help you turn into a pervert'," a new voice said. Shirley felt herself being turned around, still lip locked with Kallen. Wait, couldn't she easily break free of this? It wasn't like her head was being held in place or anything.

But before that became an issue she felt a very distinct yet familiar pressure on her chest. Out of the corner of her vision she saw Miya standing there triumphantly with her hands behind her head. Which meant she was standing here naked, sandwiched between Kallen and Miya as Kallen kissed her and Miya -

"Mmmmf," Shirley whimpered. Maybe being a pervert wouldn't be so bad...?
  1. They take their time with Shirley and finish turning her into a pervert.
  2. Being a pervert would be a bad thing! Shirley attempts an escape.
  3. Someone walks in. Starts watching.
  4. Another member of the student council is approached by a member of the Fantasy Seduction Club
  5. Something else
More Annoying Aliens

Dinner was nice.Correction, dinner was 'nice'. It was a nice table spread, with Ran sitting at the head of the table and the two half-sisters sitting directly opposite Ken. With the two of them waging war over whose foot could be on his crotch.

"It's nice to have company," Ran said, while Aoi discovered the exact spot in Ken's crotch that made his eyes cross. "Especially from outer space. Wouldn't you agree, Tsuki?"

"Yes, Mother!" Tsuki said, her foot aggressively pushing Aoi's foot aside, and he should be asking them to cut this out right?  Surely this wasn’t an appropriate way to treat a guest, right? Ken decided that he would do that, as soon as he felt confident that he could articulate words again. "It's quite refreshing to have an extraterrestrial with no Earth experience."

"But he shouldn't worry," Aoi said. She stuck her fork into the... what did they call it? Chicken? Then she ran that meat around her lips while maintaining eye contact with Ken, and said "He'll have plenty of Earth experience before long."

“So.. uh...  is this why you don’t make many public appearances?” Ken decided to try and drive the conversation, and their groping limbs, away from him. “Because you’re here on Earth most of the time?” he asked Aoi.

"On Earth. On her back. Same difference," Tsuki mumbled, earning a sharp elbow from Aoi, which made her tense up, which wasn't the best of things for Ken's crotch.

"What I mean is!" Ken interrupted before their little game of competitive footsie became an outright battleground. "Um, what's' the story there? I know a little about Mister Moroboshi, but..."

"Oh, Daddy?" Aoi asked, sounding quite chipper and upbeat. "Is it alright to tell him, Auntie Ran?"

Ken looked over, and... It was as if someone had outright replaced the pretty older woman with a gateway peeking into Tartarus. All of a sudden Ken was feeling quite afraid for his life, as though this woman that had once been Tsuki's mother might leap on the table and rip his throat out for bringing up this topic.

"Ataru... Moroboshi...?" the gateway to Tartarus snarled... And then it popped, revealing Ran once again smiling brightly if insincerely. "Well, there's not an awful lot to tell. The mistakes of youth - "

"That you repeat every Tuesday night, and every second Saturday," Aoi said. Ran's smile became a little more strained. "Oh, and every third Friday, every fifth Monday, every sixth Wednesday, and on your birthday - "

"Yes, well! The follies of youth!" Ran interrupted, quite loudly. "Ahem! Well. It's quite a long story, but the brunt of it is quite simple. In his youth Ataru Moroboshi was a wannabe playboy. Until one day, he wound up an actually successful one."

Oh, wow. That was quite the bombshell. It did explain why Aoi and Tsuki had different mothers. To think that he'd cheat on Empress Lum like -

"There were ten of us, in all," Ran said whistfully. "At the height of the harem, that is. I hear that now it's down to about three."

<b>”Ten!?”</b> Ken yelled.

“Not him. Uncle Ten doesn’t swing that way.” Aoi said.

“That joke doesn’t work in Japanese and you know it!” Tsuki hissed.

"This thread is in English, and you shouldn't know that," Aoi stuck her tongue out. "Anyway, it's actually four these days. Mother, Shinobu, Ryoko and Oyuki all stuck around, the others all drifted away for one reason or another."

“I thought Auntie Shinobu was dating someone else?”

“Hey. If Daddy can have multiple girlfriends why can’t she have multiple partners?”

You know you've gone too far into crazy town when you can follow the chain of logic. Still, crazy town it was. Ken couldn't believe it. Ataru Moroboshi had ten partners going all at once? How did he keep it secret from all of them for so long? He must be the most charming, intelligent, handsome man alive to manage a trick like that. In all honesty, Ken was starting to admire him just a little bit for being audacious enough to pull that off behind all of their -

"I still remember the day he brought us all together and explained the situation," Ran said. "We were all so excited."

"W-wait, you know?" Ken burbled. Aoi and Tsuki's feet both manage dto find room in his crotch at once and... Oh lord, he might not be able to stand up for the rest of the night at this rate. He didn't have a foot fetish before tonight, he could swear it, but now...

"He was in the hospital for a month afterwards," Ran solemnly said. Didn't explain it. Didn't clarify whether they beat him up, rode him to exhaustion, or both. "Anyway, all ten of us wound up pregnant in short order. He took good care of us, encouraged us to help take care of each other. Sakura was the first to give birth - and the first to leave the harem. Kurama was after that, then Benten and Ryuunosuke. I never asked why, but after Tsuki was born I just... didn't feel it anymore. Needed some space. And then, since Lum wound up becoming Empress..."

Ran raised her to help out her friend. It was enough to bring tears to your eyes.

"I took the chance to steal away her daughter, brainwash her into giving me unconditional love, and set about turning her against her own mother!" Ran cackled. "Ah... if only that took. But <i>no</i> you had to be raised by your other Aunties as well, didn't you?"

"Uh huh!" Aoi nodded. "A week with each in a set rotation, with Mommy coming by whenever she gets the chance. Though she does prefer to spend her free days with Daddy... Not that I can blame her."

Alert, alert, Aoi's big toe had worked its way inside his underwear. Ken wasn't sure how that had happened, but - grk! He'd gone cross-eyed again!
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"Yes, yes. We all know how much you're the apple of Daddy's eye," Tsuki grumbled. "I still don't get how that pervert managed to swindle all ten of you at once. You're all way above his league."

"Tsuki! Don't talk mean about Daddy!" Aoi hissed. Her fangs showed. Woah, hot. He did love him a good set of fangs on a girl.

"Why not? He has it coming!" Tsuki hissed back, and there were the fangs on her as well. Nice. "you've seen how he is, he's utterly shameless. And an idiot to boot!"

"Funny, I'm looking at the only idiot I know!" Aoi taunted. Oh no, their feet were working faster now, more furiously than before.

“Will you both <b>shut up!”</b>  Ran shouted. "It's the same thing with you two, all the time! Next Tsuki was going to call Aoi a slut, and then Aoi would say 'I know you are but what am I?' Then you'd go back and forth like that for a while until you both storm off to your rooms!" Ran snorted, and a burst of angry steam shot out of her nostrils. "At the very least, get some new fucking material already! Your current work is stale!"

An uneasy silence settled over the dinner table. This didn't stop them playing footsie, but... if anything they were being less competitive about it and more cooperative.

"We're sorry, Auntie Ran/Mother. We'll try to cooperate more from now on."

That was eerie how they both said that in unison, while each had a foot around one side of his shaft and were now stroking him off. Oh yeah that's right he meant to ask them to cut that out. He tried, and it came out as an incoherent burble.

"Well, I hope you do learn to behave yourself," Ran said. "And don't embarrass me in front of our guest."

Then the doorbell rang and Ran popped up out of her chair. "Oh, that's right! I almost forgot!" she said. Then unzipped the back of her dress to reveal a haremgirl outfit. "Oh, Darling! You got here just in time..."

The door slammed, and... That was that. Just the three of them. Ken, and the two absolute babes that seemed hell bent on sexually teasing him. With no supervision. None whatsoever.

Uh oh. Ken gulped as the two girls watched him while eating their food. Honestly, he'd already cleaned his plate, but he hadn't tasted a single morsel.

"Hehehe," he laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. "Uh, listen. I'm really glad that the two of you have kissed and made up. I felt really bad about - grk - setting off that argument."

“Oh you want us to kiss?” Tsuki said, “I should have known you’d be like that.”

"Boys are all the same," Aoi said. "Two pretty girls, and all he wants to see is them get hot and heavy with each other."

Then... there was that smile again. That sort of creepy pervy smile, as they slowly turned towards one another and - mercifully - retracted their feet as they leaned in closer to one another. Their faces stopped a few inches away, and Aoi tucked her finger under Tsuki's chin to turn her face up slightly, so their mouths were at the same level.

Then the two of them stuck out their tongues. They reached out, and well, they licked each other. Ran the surface of their tongues up against each other, intertwined them, and then.. It was almost as though they were using them to pull each other in,  a sort of test of strength between the two of them. Ken didn't even realise he'd been leaning forward until his elbow touched the plate. By which point the two sisters had initiated lip contact.

'They have done this before,' he dimly realised as they coordinate a little too well for something so spontaneous. Tsuki's hands went to Aoi's back, while Aoi's hands stayed at Tsuki's head. They were tender yet fierce with each other, as if they adored and cherished one another yet at the same time wanted dominance like their lives depended on it. The way they leaned a little bit too and fro, kept their arms from getting tangled up, and then started floating over the table while Tsuki took off Aoi's bra -

Those were breasts. Those were the breasts of the Princess Aoi. Correction: Those were the <i>amazing</I> breasts of Princess Aoi, and now her hands were peeling off Tsuki's -

"Pardon me, I must away to the bathroom post haste!" Ken yelled, his mouth running away with the smartest words he could dredge up to distract from the fact that he was more obviously erect than the Eiffel Tower. He dashed off, practically tore his trousers off and jerked it like a goddamn machine.

An action which, he had the funny feeling, he'd be repeating many many times over his stay.

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"Is he gone already?" Tsuki pouted in between smooching Aoi. "I thought he'd last longer than that."

Aoi sighed, “I mean, I think maybe Mister Rei gave us the wrong impression on how resistant Oni men are.” She squeezed her sister’s breasts. “Ah well, I do love it when we make up Tsuki~” She nibbled Tsuki’s ear.

This is what happens when Ataru Moroboshi’s genes get into girls. You can't call them thirsty anymore, they're outright parched.

"Hrmph, if only that explained why you pick fights so often~" Tsuki moaned back, leaning hard into Aoi's body. "You feel it too, don't you? This weird pull towards that boy. Something about him makes me want his penis soooo badly."

"Must be genetic," Aoi said, tilting her neck to invite Tsuki to kiss it. An invitation that was readily accepted. "I expect our sisters will be all over him as well first chance they get."

"Th-then, we can't waste any time! I will have him before the rest of you, and then -"

"Who says you will," Aoi interrupted. "Tell you what. First to make the other cum, gets him all night to herself. Deal?"

"Hah! Deal!" Tsuki jeered. "Though... you do realise I could have drained you with a kiss any time I wanted, right?"

"Yeah, but you'd never pass up a chance to fuck."

The two girls grinned at each other, knowing full well how true that was. Then they settled in, lying on the floor, ready to scissor the other into submission.

"I should warn you, I've picked up a few new tricks since last time," Tsuki said.

"Oh, since yesterday?" Aoi asked, spreading her legs and all but shouting at her half-sister to begin.

“Oh? Has it been that short a time? I guess forgot with how unimpressive your performance was.” Tsuki said, their legs locking and-

"Shit, shit, shit shit!" Ran yelled, increasing in volume each time. "Not forgetting birth control, where is it, where is it - Oh, for fuck's sake could you two stop taking after your father for <i>half a fucking hour</i>?! At least do this in private."  Once, Ran had been shocked at the display of incestuous… affection between her daughter and niece. <b>Once.</b> By this point though, it just kind of irritated her. “It’s the boy isn’t it. A young man living with you has gotten your hormones into overdrive hasn’t it Tsuki.” Ran sighed. “I should have known.” All she had been thinking of was a way to show up Lum by taking care of an Oni boy better than she ran her own planet. With a shrug Ran went and grabbed her pills and condoms, “Well, get dressed you two and don’t break him.” She ran back out the door.

"No promises!" Aoi and Tsuki shouted back, and then immediately picked up where they left off.

Pity this poor boy. He knows not what he has put himself into.

  1. They get a visitor: Some of their sisters have swung by to meet Ken.
  2. Ken finishes whacking off, and finds one (or both) sisters in his room naked.
  3. The contest is on. Who will win? Who will lose?
  4. Ran's date with Ataru. What's up with him?
  5. Something else


Mass Fetish Implantation

One day, all the girls in a particular setting wake up to find they have mysteriously acquired a new and strange fetish that they didn't have yesterday.

  1. Negima girls with a spanking fetish
  2. To Aru girls with an upskirt fetish
  3. Rosario + Vampire girls with a voyeur fetish
  4. Haruhi Suzumiya girls with a ponytail fetish (thanks Kyon!)
  5. Code Geass girls with a wet look fetish
  6. Something else



Mass Fetish Implantation: Negima Spanking

Sleep. It seems counter-intuitive, does it not? The idea that almost - if not all - animals on the planet Earth have evolved to require it every day. A period of complete immobility, where they become vulnerable to predators that might stalk and strike at any time. There are numerous theories to explain this, of course. The inactivity at night might be more of a benefit than one thinks, as the movement in the dark might not be energy efficient and may even help make it easier to hide from those predators.

Yet the fact still remains that even humans cannot conquer sleep. Nor should we. It's required for our bodies to recover, physically and mentally, from the day's rigour. Though if we must have sleep, then at the very least dreams make a good deal of sense from an evolutionary perspective.

How else to keep the mind active as you rest? How else to work you through the psychological issues you've accumulated through the day?

"Mmm... Negi!" Ayaka Yukihiro giggled in her sleep while snuggling up to her Negi body pillow, sleeping in her Negi print pajamas and resting her head on a Negi print pillowcase... you get the idea. "Please teacher, instruct me. You cuddly little thing, you."

It was a fairly normal dream for this young girl. She had it quite bad for her teacher, even though he was younger than she was. Some might call it inappropriate. Others... Are probably not calling it much of anything because they've gone cross-eyed.

Within that dream she was alone in class with him, wearing an abbreviated version of their school uniform, while he was shirtless and ripped like a bodybuilder.

"Now, Ayaka. As you can see, by applying Integration to a graph you can use it to discover the curve under two points."

Do note that the graph on the blackboard was an imprint of Ayaka herself reclining on her side.

"So Ayaka, do you remember what you must always add when you integrate?"

"The constant, C!" Ayaka said.

"Very good!" Negi clapped. Then he spread his arms wide open. "Come here, have your hug as a reward."

Yep, this was a fairly common dream for Ayaka. Perving on her teacher. Perving hard on her teacher. Getting an easy question right (usually from something they covered that day) and then getting a reward in the form of a hug. Ah, holding onto that cute pretty little thing, smooshing his face into her boobs, grabbing his hands and making them wander under her skirt... What a delightful dream this was, every time without fail.

Except... Tonight, something strange was happening over the entire Academy. As the students slept, a pink fog was descending over their dreams. Without anyone being any the wiser, a devastating psychological, magical attack had taken place. Normally, Negi's hands would grab Ayaka's buttocks, and squeeze them. Or perhaps he'd pick her up in his big, strong arms and lay her on a desk, or the bed that suddenly appeared in the classroom.

This time, Negi's hands lingered under her skirt, then reared back, and landed two hearty smacks on her backside. Ayaka gasped, and jumped onto her tiptoes from the forceful impact. She looked down at his soft eyes, underneath his tiny little glasses, and saw a wicked glimmer in his expression.

"Bad girl," Negi said, suddenly pushing her onto his lap. "Naughty girl. Showing up to class dressed like a tart."

Ooh, this was a new direction, but not an unwelcome one. Ayaka wiggled her butt invitingly, and for her efforts found a harsh sting striking her right on her rear, making her cheeks jiggle and wiggle. Negi was a lot stronger than he looked, so each smack to her posterior sent shockwaves up her body.

"Flirting with teacher is extremely wicked," Negi continued in between smacks. "Repeat that."

"Fl-flirting with teacher is extremely wicked!" Ayaka moaned. She had to put her sleeve in her mouth to stop herself from wanton moaning.

"Only sluts and whores flirt with their teacher so brazenly," Negi said, then smacked her bottom again. "Repeat it."

"Only sluts and whores flirt with their teacher so brazenly!" Ayaka said, then immediately went back to trying to bite on her sleeve - only to find it wasn't there. Somehow, her clothes had outright transformed. The only thing on her top was a pair of pasties, her skirt had shrunk down to the point it was ridiculous even for an erotic fantasy, and her expensive silk panties were gone into the ether.

"Since you're a good girl, you don't get off on flirting with Negi anymore," her teacher said, suddenly sounding... a little different to Negi for a moment. Just a moment, nothing more than that. "You don't get off on <i>anything</i> but having your bottom spanked. It doesn't matter who is doing it, but Negi doesn't turn you on <i>even slightly</i> anymore."

"N-Negi doesn't turn me on," Ayaka moaned. Wait, what had she just - Mmph! That was a good one! There were probably people in Europe that felt that one! It nearly distracted her from the terrible, horrible thing she'd said. She couldn't stop loving Negi! What a nightmare this had become!

"Oooh!" Ayaka felt her rump turn pinker with another heavy smack, making her booty wobble from the spank. "Negi doesn't turn me on!" she repeated, squirming on Negi's lap, grinding her crotch into his knee. Though, she had the sudden thought, that if she actually went along with this, she was less likely to get more spanks…

"I, I mean, Negi <i>does</i> turn me on?" she said, wagging her tush defiantly. This time the spanking hit like a thunderclap, and out in the real world Ayaka came hard enough to soak right through her pajamas and leaving an obvious stain on her body pillow.

"It seems that you need extra encouragement to learn your lesson," teacher said, hand firmly gripping her butt. "In which case..."

He snapped his fingers. The door to the room opened. Then in came her classmates, one by one, all dressed up exactly like her.

"Girls, take turns spanking her to climax until she properly learns her lesson," teacher said.

"Oh, of course. That makes complete sense~" Ayaka cooed. This was dream time, so all the notes on the board should have been illegible. But she could still comprehend the words like 'busty', 'beautiful', and 'heavenly' written across the imprint on the blackboard.

They came by seat number order meaning that it started with... Nobody? Ayaka looked around, but couldn't see anyone there. But she sure felt the smack to her butt!

"Only spanking turns you on," a voice whispered in her ear, feminine and delicate. "Negi does not turn you on. Only being spanked. Only spanking others. Nothing but spanking can make you aroused."

Ten invisible smacks, and then the presence left. Then from there, Sayo, Yuna, Kazumi, Yue, Ako, Akira, Misa, Asuna - Asuna getting double duties, the bitch! - all took their turns one after the other, ten smacks each of varying strengths, varying tenderness, varying commanding tones telling her to not feel horny for... what'shisname anymore, and only feel aroused by bottoms getting hit.

By the time there were three students left, her body had gone limp save her hips, which were pushing up into the air as if begging for her butt to be hit once again. Then Ayaka looked up to see who it was that had taken their place, ready to smack her for all that she was worth - And saw herself smiling down.

"Ohohoho!" the other her said, raising her hand. "Why would anything but spanking be a turnon?"

And then, it was like they swapped places. She was standing over herself with her hand raised, ready to fall down onto that shapely, wonderful butt. It had been tanned red by now. Sensitive beyond belief. Without a trace of hesitation she brought that hand down and came, this time much harder than before. So hard that she woke up in a hot sweat, staring at the ceiling breathing heavily. Every little part of her felt soaked through by some body fluid or other.

"Mmmf, bad Ayaka," she whispered to herself. "Having such a naughty dream that you ruined your bedclothes?" She playfully rolled over and smacked her bottom. "Ahhh... Ahhh..."

And the horrifying thing is? Every other girl on campus was having a dream in the same general vein as that. Starting off normal. Then twisted up into a spanking fetish induction. Needless to say, but the day ahead was going to be quite... interesting.

  1. Let's look into some more dreams the girls are having.
  2. No, that would get tiresome, let's see what happens the next day.
  3. Actually Asuna is immune and wondering what the hell is going on.
  4. Let's look in on the villain(?) causing this.
  5. Something else

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