Story: Creeping Perversion

 

 
Tatewaki Kuno was a role model for his community. A modern day samurai, a moral compass that others could look up to as an example of what the ideal man should be. Hard working! Honest! Capable of following both the heart and reason at once!

Do note that these are the delusions of a complete idiot.

"My sister is not engaged in lewd activity," Kuno told himself, while repeatedly swinging his bokken. "Is that not right, pigtailed girl? Is that not right, Akane Tendo? She is merely engaged in horseplay with some friends! Esoteric training for her ridiculous martial arts style!"

Two things to note here. First, he was talking to posters hanging in his room of the girls he mentioned, and secondly these were still the delusions of a complete idiot. Still, he swung his bokken in an admittedly fast and precise, furious manner. Practised and refined over many years, to the point that he could create air pressure at will. While Ranma was no longer in his league, Tatewaki Kuno was a force to be reckoned with.

"Or perhaps she is playing some kind of joke?" Kuno continued. "Yes, that must surely be it! For the very idea of my own twisted sister -"

"Ohohoho! That suits you quite well Black Rose!" bellowed the voice of Kodachi's rival, Asuka. "Yes, Miss Azusa, that's right. Squeeze her flat tits for what little they're worth! Ohohohoho!"

The bokken slipped from his hand mid-thrust, and flew off into the wall. Straightening himself out and putting such thoughts into a carefully stuffed vault called 'River in Egypt' in his mind, the young boy grabbed another bokken and resumed his training.

"Yes, one must remember that nothing is as it seems where Kodachi Kuno is involved," he said darkly to himself. "Who is it that named a pet crocodile Mister Turtle? Who is it that styles herself as the Black Rose, matching her colour to her heart? Who is it that -"

"Ohohohoho!" his sister laughed. "Now who is flat chested again, White Lily? Now, stay still, that honey will not lick itself off your nothing of a chest."

Once again, the bokken flew out of his grip like a bullet fired from a gun, and embedded itself in the wall the same way that a bullet might. Deep breath now. Don't let it get to you. Cram it into that vault. Repress, deny, repeat that it is not true to yourself, and banish these accursed mental images into the firey pits where they belong.

"Nothing dirty is going on through there," Kuno said, his voice cracking slightly as if he didn't quite believe what he was saying. Delusions can only go so far. "It's all perfectly innocent, and any possible indication otherwise is merely the product of a dirty mind, conjuring what it wishes t o -"

"Azusa wants to see her new dolly wollies kiss! With tongue! Tee hee, it'll be so cute!"

This time the bokken handle cracked in his hand, and the young boy that was a moral compass to all remained perfectly still for several hours, trying everything within his power to block out the world around him. For the best really, because things were only going to get more kinky than that from here in.

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Akane didn't experience headaches very often. Not i the literal sense, anyway. Ranma and his friends were often a big headache in her life. But no, this was a literal actual headache. It had started a little after Ranma had pulled his latest stunt, and had been getting worse and worse as time went on.

She felt really weird too. Hot. Really hot. As in, she kind of wanted to strip down. Take off her clothes. For some reason it got worse whenever she thought about Ranma. Probably irritation at his latest antics. What was he up to? What had gotten into his head? Had he eaten something funny? Had he found some weird magical artefact that had messed with his brain? Or was he after something from her and trying to play nice?

She couldn't puzzle it out. No matter the angle, she didn't have enough information to guess. Honestly, she only cared because it was getting on her nerves. Even if that last thing had been weirdly sorta sweet and romantic and thinking about it made her smile for some reason. The best thing to do would be to either ignore it and hope this issue goes away or ask him what the hell was going on - which was right out for <i>obvious</i> reasons.

<i>"You care so much about what I'm up to? How uncute."</i>

Ugh! Shudder! No thanks! That being the case the best thing to do would be to ignore it. Forget it. It was a thing that hadn't happened, and that's all that she should have to say on the matter.

"I need a bath," she decided, though still felt fixated on this problem in spite of that confident declaration. Alright, so let's say for the sake of argument that Ranma was trying to confess to her. For real. Genuinely. And being a total dumbass about it. What should her answer be? 'Sure, let's take this fiance thing seriously'? Or 'Deal with the other girls first, then we'll talk'? For some reason flat out turning him down didn't feel right.

'OK let’s screw right now.' Was for some reason being suggested by some corner of her mind as an option.  That was thrown out immediately.

"So, do you just not read the sign, or did Nabiki take it down as a prank?"

Akane blinked, and found herself staring at Ranma's girl form in the bathroom, sitting on a stool (though quickly standing up) naked and wet and sizzling hot. It was not hard at all to see why Nabiki had no trouble selling pictures of that girl form. Akane felt a twinge of envy for it, and not for the first time. The proportions were literally supernatural. The ultimate shortstack look, coupled with boyish defenseless made her completely and totally...

Sexy.

Akane licked her lips ever so slightly. She didn't notice herself doing so.

What she did notice was when girl form Ranma leaned in close and slammed her hand into the wall right next to Akane's head. It wasn't a loud sound in reality, but it echoed in Akane's ears, not least because Ranma's pretty face was really close to hers.

God she's gorgeous. No makeup either, that's all natural. Er, supernatural? Yet it was also obviously Ranma's face, the only difference you could really tell was the more feminine aspects ot it. Rounder, softer, cuter.

"So, like what you see?" Ranma asked. Akane sputtered in response, finding herself lost for words. Why? They were both girls! "Want me to scrub your back? I don't mind sharing the bath, if it's with you."

"Y-You'll change back into a boy!" Akane hissed.

"So?" Ranma shrugged. "Oh, I get it. You're afraid you won't be able to handle my manliness and... Ah! Well, don't worry. I hereby give my consent."

"Your... consent?" Akane asked. What did he mean by -

"Yeah, consent!" Ranma nodded. "I mean, we're engaged and all, but we've not done anything with each other yet, right? So if you wanna go, any time you want, I will gladly rock your world."

Akane couldn't believe what she was hearing. Since when was Ranma - Oh! This was ridiculous! She knew he'd been acting weird lately, but was it because he was finally letting his inner pervert out?! She should slap the taste out of his mouth for suggesting something so... so crude!

She should do. She really should. Except there was something in the pit of her stomach that was quite eager to take up that offer. Anytime. Anywhere. Anywhen.

"I... I have to go!" Akane stammered, ducking under Ranma's arm and - after accidentally brushing her cheek against some underboob - managed to get the door open so she could hurry back to her room, red cheeked and more confused than ever. Luckily nobody stopped her en route. Or maybe Kasumi had called out to her to ask what she would like for dinner tonight and she'd blanked on it? Whatever! The only thing that mattered was that she returned to her room, collapsed onto her bed, grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.

Once she'd done that she could sort through these weird feelings she was having. If only she knew, she was becoming a pervert too.

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Azusa Shiratori was a kinky bitch wrapped up in sugary cuteness and kleptomania. The truth was it had always been there, but she'd never unleashed it before now. Her urges had been merely to possess cute things, put other cute things on them, give them cute names. Have them and cherish them and pet them and call them George, etc.

The spell had unleashed a true beast now. The inner kinky bitch that had been trapped away was now unleashed for the whole world to tremble under. It might not seem like something to fear, especially given her apparently fragile figure, befitting a figure skater, but she was unquestionably a frightening being. Just ask Mikado, a boy well known for stealing the lips of pretty girls. He'd tell you how frightening she could be when she got into the mood for it.

And oh boy, Azusa was in the mood for it. She'd managed to get Kodachi and Asuka into some cute frilly girly dresses. Yes, this is the thing that got her motor running. Playing doll with living girls.

"More tea?" he offered Asuka with a bright beaming smile on her face.

"I do not care for tea," Asuka replied, turning her head away from the cup as Azusa offered it to her. This resulted in Azusa pushing the cup into Asuka's cheek, first her right, and then when she turned the other way, the right.

"Now Minnie, we discussed this already," Azusa said warningly, once again trying and failing to offer her tea. ""You should drink your tea when offered. It's what's polite."

"Yes, indeed! Minnie!" Kodachi cackled. "Drink your... tea. Ohohoho!"

"Angele! It's not nice to torment Minnie!" Azusa turned to Kodachi. "As you are both Azusa's slut slaves, you have to do what Azusa wants! Or Azusa will have to punish you~"

Asuka's eyes perked up. "In that case, I absolutely will not drink my tea no matter what you do!" she huffed. Azusa scowled and put the cup down, sniffing in disappointment, clearly on the verge of tears.

"Very well, Minnie has forced Azusa's hand." The figure skater arose from her seat, and skipped along while both her dolls stared at her figure with blatant, wanton lust. Azusa then pulled out a few items of Kodachi's. A hula hoop and a pair of clubs. "Li'l Azusa is going to have to punish... Angele."

"Wh-what?!" Kodachi yelled, trying and failing to rise to her feet in defiance. "B-But I have not earned punishment!"

"That's right, Azusa is showing Minnie what she's missing out on!" Azusa beamed brightly. She hauled Kodachi to her feet, and after a moment of fiddling with the dress she had inserted both club handles deeply into Kodachi. One in the butt, one in the pussy. If this sounds uncomfortable, then yes, it is. In fact, it's worse than you imagine. But Azusa wasn't done yet.

She dropped the hoop over Kodachi's waist and set it to spin.

"If it drops, Azusa kicks a clu~ub," Azusa wagged her finger, making it clear what hell Kodachi was about to endure.

“Ah… ah… how dare you…” Kodachi panted. But she knew to take the threat seriously as she started to work her hips to keep the hoop up. Which caused quite fascinating effects on her body, as the clubs rubbed and moved accordingly inside her.

"Nnngh! How cruel and unusual!" Asuka whined needily. Desperately full of envy.

Kodachi, meanwhile, was not having the focus to say much of anything other than gasps and moans. Her face screwed up in concentration over keeping the hula hoop up. Her hips bucking to keep it up, and a slight trail of liquid starting to drip down her thighs.

"P-Please, punish me!" Asuka whined again. "Punish me too, I deserve it more than her!"

"Drink your tea~" Azusa chirped. "Then maybe I'll break out the ribbons."

"Nngh!" Kodachi grunted, trembling as she imagined the horror of what this girl could do with some ribbons. Her legs were shaking, not just from the effort but from what the clubs grinding inside her were doing. Somehow in particular Azusa had managed to get the club in her pussy inserted in such a way to end up grinding up against her clit with each rotation of the hoop.

Asuka, meanwhile, opened her mouth up wide and gulped down the 'tea' that Azusa was offering, with almost blissful delight. This made the deviant kleptomaniac smile a most perverse smile, one that made it clear that of the Golden Pair, the one that was infamous for stealing lips was the prude of the group.

And yes, you should absolutely be terrified by that revelation. If you have any sense about you. Which, before too long, neither Kodachi or Asuka may have.