Story: Spring of Drowned Porn Star

 

And here, we have the natural habitat for the middle daughter of the Tendo family, Nabiki Tendo, in her natural habitat. Reclining on her bed, reading a comic while sucking on a lollipop. Today she has seen fit to wear a snug t-shirt, snugger shorts - and that's before the curse overtook Ranma Saotome once again, introducing a much more porny atmosphere over the Tendo home.

Her shorts were pretty short before, but now they were obscene. The black material clung to her like a second skin, and rode up her butt to the point that you really could see everything about its shape, its firmness, and even have an excellent idea of the colour of her skin on every square inch of that splendid firm booty. Unlike Akane there was no muscle here, she was a much more slender build than either of her sisters because she ate sensibly and focused on her physical fitness in a quite different way than Akane did. Practising yoga in her spare time. It's amazing how that cleared your mind and helped you not lose control of yourself, which is a key skill when trying to make others do that very thing.

"Knock knock!" Ranma said, poking her head in through the door. Up until this moment, she still hadn't made her decision. However, seeing Nabiki lying on that bed, beholding that butt, the decision was made for her. While Akane had a perfectly nice tush, that was also quite a sublime example down there. "Hey, Nabiki. You know, I think we got off on the wrong foot."

"Oh, you mean when you spontaneously groped me and my big sister?" Nabiki said without so much as looking up. But she did shift her position a bit, in a way that made it clear she was trying to put emphasis on her behind. "I'd say it was more the wrong hand than the wrong foot, don't you think?"

"Ahaha, maybe it was, maybe it was," Ranma licked her lips, staring down at that ass. Her goal had been set. "I want to make it up to you. How about... a free massage? I hear I'm pretty good."

"A massage?" Nabiki tutted. "So, you intend to make up for touching my body by touching my body? That's quite brave of you. I might get even more upset."

"I promise not to touch anywhere i don't want me to," Ranma said, knowing full well that, under the rules of porn, that basically amounted to 'I will touch every square inch of your body and you will beg me for more'. "Come on, let me at least try to make it up to you. Please?"

"Give me five hundred yen, and you get five minutes," Nabii countered. Even under the effects of porn logic, always trying to make some quick and dirty cash. Ranma put the money on her countertop. "Well, aren't you serious? Alright. But stay above the waist, and no funny business."

Standing directly behind Nabiki, Ranma smiled serenely, and pulled down her trousers, revealing a black g-string on her sublime figure. "Not a problem," she said. Then off came the top, leaving her naked from the waist up. "I promise that you won't regret this."

Nabiki rolled her eyes. No doubt she does not believe that this will be anything special. Rub a little tension out of her shoulders. Tease the pervert a little... But these thought processes, and the fact she hadn't turned to notice Ranma when she'd stripped down were all a product of that same porn logic that was scrambling the reasoning of everyone that this cursed form of Ranma encountered.

As such, she was completely caught off guard when, upon Ranma's fingers beginning to knead her flesh, she let out a deep throaty moan of the sort she didn't know that she was capable of. Ranma's hands, soft yet strong, rubbed her shoulders with expert precision, practically playing Nabiki like a musical instrument. From there, her hands trailed down Nabiki's back, pushing down and making the greedy girl's aroused noises lower in timber, and then when Ranma pushed the tension back up, she went so high that the dog next door perked up its ears, but nobody else heard anything.

"How does that feel?" Ranma asked. The answer was obvious to anyone, but it had to be asked. Nabiki might like to be teased, but today it would be her that was on the receiving end. "Good?"

"It's... alright," Nabiki said, barely able to keep herself together. Who could have imagined that a massage could feel so... good? Answer: Porn writers. "I suppose you do have some level of talent."

"Well, that's good, but unfortunately our time is up," Ranma said. "I only had enough change for five minutes, so... I guess we can do more another time."

"Wait!" Nabiki moaned before Ranma could leave. Not that Ranma had any attempt at all to do so. "I'll cut you a special deal this time, because I'm feeling generous. I'll bump it up an extra half hour. That should give you the chance to make it up to me, right?"

"Oh, that is so generous of you," Ranma smirked triumphantly. "Although, this shirt is getting in the way a little bit. I promise It'll feel a lot better if I... took it off for you."

"That'd be another -gaaaaaahhhhh!" Nabiki gasped, having to bite into her pillow before she made a sound that made her lungs burst. Ranma had slipped her hands under the bottom of Nabiki's shirt, and... she wasn't kidding! The shirt really had been getting in the way! She'd thought it was yet another attempt to get at some skin to skin contact, but now she knew better.

But if she thought the cursed girl was done, she had another thing coming, for this is the moment where Nabiki learned that Ranma was all but naked while rubbing her down. And she learned it when Ranma stopped using her hands to rub Nabiki's body, and instead started to use her breasts. Pushing them into Nabiki's back, squeezing into the pressure and tension and making it evaporate, escaping her body in a series of erotic sounds that she couldn't contain, her arousal heightening more and more, moment to moment, until her tongue was hanging out of her body and her muscles all went totally limp, unable to even squirm in pleasure anymore from the tender ministrations.

"There we go, that should about do it," Ranma said. She pulled back a bit, and tenderly, lovingly, traced her hands down Nabiki's curves. "The upper half of your body has absolutely no tension left at all, and we have plenty of time to spare."

That was a lie. Actually, Ranma had been rubbing Nabiki down for roughly forty five minutes at this point, but Nabiki's concept of time had rather gone out of the window right about now.

"Of course, the lower half of your body is still in desperate need of stress relief." Now Ranma was resting both her hands on the small of Nabiki's back. "I'd need your permission to deal with all the stress I can see below your waist. How about it, Nabiki? I don't think you'd have it in you to forgive me unless I get rid of all the tension in your body."

"I shuposhe nooooot," Nabiki slurred, and then off came her shorts and underwear in a single fluid motion. "Guh?!"

No time for her to process that, though, before her left ankle was deep inside of Ranma's cleavage, while her hands lovingly rubbed around Nabiki's thigh. At this point, Nabiki's eyes crossed, and her brain decided it had received too much pleasure for the time being, so it was time to shut off and just let this happen, a decision that was confirmed when Ranma repeated this for her right leg.

"Ah, what a nice sight," Ranma chuckled. "So often in porn, the high and the mighty get taken down a peg - or wind up being king of the castle. A shame you don't know the tropes well enough to manipulate them - but it'll be fun to see what you're able to do when you are!"

Ranma produced the bottle of spring water from her discarded trousers triumphantly, and skipped over to where Nabiki lay twitching and otherwise immobile. She extracted two drops from the bottle with an eyedropper, then dropped one and then two drops, each on the central point of Nabiki's already pleasant posterior.

A dark chuckle left her lips as she watched that ass transform. No longer a mere porn extra, now Nabiki's got the full glutes of a porn star. The cheeks swelled up into a nice round shape that was practically begging for a hand to squeeze them and please them. While in this form, any shorts or skirts or trousers that she wore would inevitably form around them, even more snugly than those shorts if you can believe that. It would be impossible to look at her from the back and not know exactly what her ass looked like without a stitch of clothing covering it. Then, all such people would fall under porn logic, and she would be able to do such wicked things to them with her intellect and ruthless nature. Such was the nature of this curse. Though to Ranma's current mind, it was really curse at -

"Nnnnaaaagh!" Nabiki moaned, suddenly rolling over, nad in the process knowing the bottle of water out of Ranma's hand. She scrambled with her superior martial arts reflexes - but she still wound up spilling some. Right onto Nabiki's feet. Which... wasn't something Ranma was super into, but some people were?

"Okay... so now she has the feet of a porn star as well," Ranma said. "Good to know. Now, it's time to get my boring prudish self's dick wet again."

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Well, this sure did seem like pretty compelling evidence that his cursed form was doing weird stuff against his will. The fact that he was standing in Nabiki's room without his shirt on, while she was a whimpering naked mess on her bed was a pretty big sign that something was amiss.

However, before Ranma could properly process any of this he felt a pair of nipples press into his back. From there things went kinda fuzzy, as two seperate minor layers of porn logic settled over his brain. Akane's breasts, Nabiki's butt. They weren't as potent as his cursed form, not by half, but put together they were enough to make him go along with strange trains of thought.

"Isn't he talented?" Akane asked, and who was Ranma to argue with a compliment? "There we go, you see? I think we can forgive him for the misunderstanding. Ranma was trying to give you both one of his wonderful massages. There was nothing... dirty about it at all."

"Mmm, yes of course," Nabiki wriggled and writhed, slowly coming back to herself, then peeking over her shoulder at him. "So naughty of us to misunderstand, when it's so, so obvious. How can we make it up to you?"

The reversal of logic on display didn't register at all in any of their minds. Ranma was the one supposed to be making it up to Nabiki, but now Nabiki was saying she needed to make it up to him. In no small part this had to do with the fact that all three of them were extremely horny. Even though Ranma had just fucked Akane, his dick was already hard and ready for more action. His gaze was fixated on that extremely shapely rear lying in front of him, while Akane's nipples were tracing a series of circles around and around on his back.

"I made you feel good," Ranma said, reaching out to strike his finger down Nabiki's spine. "How about you make me feel good?"

"Go for it, big boy," Nabiki said. She rose up, getting on her hands and knees, spreading her legs. "But if you fuck like you massage, then I might wind up owing you even more by the time we're done."

Funny, Ranma thought as he pushed his hard dick into Nabiki's waiting, eager pussy. The way that she said that almost made it seem like Ranma would be the one owing Nabiki, not the other way around. Something in her tone definitely gave that impression. Nonetheless, he pushed in, sinking in deep all the way while Akane turned his head to kiss him, pressing her naked body up against his.

"Mmf! Fuck, Saotome! You're a machine!" Nabiki grunted, desperately trying to keep up with him. But she didn't quite have the physical ability. She was a bit more lithe and flexible than Akane, but lacked the speed or the stamina. Oof, or the strength! Akane was really clinging tightly to him. "Ah! Aha! I've made up my mind! I'm going to turn you into my personal sexpet!"

Akane broke off with a snort and a laugh. "Last I checked, he's the one making you cream your brains out."

"His big hard cock is drilling me nice and deep," Nabiki moaned, sounding completely over the top. Nobody actually moans like that in reality, not unless they're putting on a show. Then, a flash occurred somewhere off to the left. "But how do you think daddy would take it if he saw a picture of the three of us like this?"

Under normal conditions Ranma would have gone for the camera. Got rid of the picture before it could ever be an issue for him. However, under porn logic, such a thought was barred. Prevented from hitting his reasoning. After all, such a thing would preclude any further sex.

That being said, this seems like a good opportunity to establish a few important facts. Let's put a few values on things, to help keep everything nice and clear from now on. At the moment, let's say that cursed form Ranma has a score of twenty. In that case, Nabiki's butt, her feet, and Akane's nipples each have a score of one. Direct eye contact or physical contact with either will put a person under that much of a porn logic spell at a time. At this moment, Ranma had Akane's nipples in his back and his hand was resting on Nabiki's left cheek, while Nabiki's feet were rubbing up against Akane's sides, while Akane was also leaving her hand on Nabiki's left cheek.

Under these conditions, Nabiki is at a 'two' level in porn logic due to her own butt and feet. She's much more driven than usual towards sexual encounters, but isn't overtly out of character quite yet. Akane is at 'three' because of her nipples, as well as Nabiki's butt and feet. She's a little more out of character than Nabiki is, but is still mostly herself. Ranma, meanwhile, is still at 'two' as well.

On the other hand, the mere presence of Ranma's cursed form adds twenty to everyone's porn level - thus, with their cursed body parts active Akane and Nabiki will be very far out of character, even more so than Ranma. Their entire motivation will be to deliberately engage in sexual activity, so long as it would be arousing for people to watch, or to set up such events for the future.

Of course, as we can see even a score as low as 'one' on this scale is enough to drive these three into a steamy threesome, though at least their personalities were mostly intact.

"Are you going to let my sister boss you around like that?" Akane huffed. "Honestly now, don't let her push you around like this. Give it to her good and hard. Make it so she can't walk straight tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning?" Ranma grunted, starting to fuck her so hard that he was lifting Nabiki off the bed with his thrusts alone. "Try next week!"