Having returned home after a long day of school, Ranma was in a Mood. Kicking at his heels, head cast down, hands firmly tucked in pockets, he was the very epitome of a walking Mood. So what did he do at a time like this? Answer: Pick a fight with Akane to blow off some steam. If she was whining about her sister, again, then clearly he needed to get her good and angry with a few well placed quips to make her forget about some dumb inceurities. Why was she comparing herself to Kasumi anyways? Who cared what she was doing!?
Note that Ranma is an only child.
Most guys would head up to her door, knock and then ask if he could come in. Ranma, being a showoff, casually hopped up to her window, hanging upside down from the rafters, then knocked on her window to get her attention. After a moment, the window opened and he started to say "Hey tomboy -" before a hand grabbed him by the lapel and hauled him physically into the room.
Now, Ranma had been tossed by Akane many a time by this point, so he knew right away that wasn't Akane. Not nearly rough enough, and the throw seemed more playful anyway. Only once he'd rolled up to his feet and found himself being pushed up against the door did he realise who, exactly, he'd been grabbed by.
"Looking for my baby sis, Saotome?" Nabiki playfully asked. “This is close enough riiiiight?” She teased, and Ranma’s eyes couldn’t help but drop down to what Nabiki was wearing. Namely, Akane's gi top. And not a stitch else. It had been tucked closed incorrectly, but very probably on purpose because it showed off a healthy amount of neckline. Also, Nabiki was a little taller than Akane, so the top didn't quite hang down below her waist as much as it might on the younger sister.
It was funny really. Something about Nabiki made him become more of a legs and butt man than he usually was. Even now his hand was trailing around her thigh, and that was more than enough to make the beast rise from its slumber.
By this point he'd gotten pretty quick at disrobing. It comes with practise. He'd always been that kinda guy, learned quickly through repetition. On seeing him drop trousers, Nabiki gave him a look like the cat that caught the canary. It used to piss him off every time, because it meant she'd got one over one him yet again, and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it.
Now though? It kinda turned him on.
"So what were you doing in here anyhow?" Ranma asked, trying to keep it casual while his monster dick penetrated her. Pushing her down onto her sister’s bed with one swift combined motion. Of course she didn’t bother with panties under her borrowed top.
"I have a bad habit of stealing my sister's clothes," Nabiki said. Teasing as always. Time was, he'd think himself the scum of the earth for doing this. Now, he could barely think about anything but railing this pretty girl who wanted a piece of him. "Now, I feel like riding on top today Saotome. I can tell you're feeling pent up... for different reasons."
He took the hint and rolled over, his head landing atop of Akane’s pillow, Nabiki removing Akane’s belt and letting her top open up, almost like curtains revealing a masterfully crafted stage. “So…” She said, running one finger across his bare chest with what would be an infuriatingly smug grin if his cock wasn’t filling her to the brim. "What's on your mind right now?"
"For the Ice Queen, you're fucking hot," Ranma burbled out.
"Guilty as charged, but that's not what I mean," Nabiki said, making a twisty move with her hips that would have probably made a normal man cum himself into a coma. She was on her knees now, hands on top of her head, leaning back as if presenting her body to him, and then slowly, methodically, grinding her hips. Taking her time. Savouring the moment. All of a sudden he wasn't in much of a rush either. "I'd normally charge for a therapy session but you're already paying."
"Ugh! This penis is taking over my life!" Ranma grunted. He grabbed her waist and ran his hands up and down her sides.
"The lament of the teenage boy," Nabiki jeered.
"It's like a beast that wants fed all the time!" Ranma continued, deliberately ignoring her taunt. "And now even Kasumi's pulled into this - this!"
"This harem," Nabiki finished for him. She leaned down and pulled his head up into her boobs. "Really now. Most boys would be thrilled to be in your position Saotome. Six gorgeous babes clamouring for your dick. The ultimate male power fantasy."
He pulled his head out, but only so long as he needed to so he could say "Yeah, but I'm not in control over any of it," then right back in because it was nice and comfortable down there.
"Of course, of course," Nabiki said. "You've not had control over your life at all, have you? I imagine that the curse was the breaking point, right? When your idiot father got you cursed - and then you find out you've been engaged to two sisters you've never even met before."
Her thighs suddenly clamped harder around his waist. His instincts were telling him, she wanted him to take control. That her earlier statement about wanting to be in control today was a lie, that she wanted him to take that control from her. But was that really the case, or was it the penis making him feel that way?
"No control at all over your life, and now the six of us <i>need</i> your dick <i>so</i> badly that it would be a <i>crime</i> if you didn't plow us. Deep and hard and thorough with this <i>dick</i> of yours. Filling us up. Satisfying us in a way that nothing ever could again, sexual or otherwise. Going harder, harder, <b>harder</b>!"
Ranma might not be able to pick up social cues sometimes, but that was practically a landing signal. He flipped her over onto her back, and then pulled out all the way so that he could quickly slam the whole damned thing into her in a single thrust. Nabiki's eyes crossed. That intelligence, that snark, all of it gone in an instant.
Part of him liked her better this way. The rest sort of liked it when she was still lucid and smarter than him - but still couldn't help herself.
"It ain't like I hate the sex or anything," Ranma grunted, and then began to really get to work. He couldn't go as hard with her as he could with the other martial arts girls, of course, but by now he had a pretty good idea of Nabiki's limits. "But this thing wants fed every couple of hours, and you chicks climbing all over me being all super hot and pretty really ain't helping."
"Gnnnnnng!" Nabiki's teeth were gritting together so hard he was worried she might shatter them. She had to grab a pillow to cover her face. Keep her voice from shouting out to everyone that she was getting screwed on her little sister’s bed, and keep Ranma from seeing her face morph completely from cool intelligent woman to desperate dumb slut, only focusing on getting filled up by his incredible monster penis.
"And it feels like you're starting to treat me like a piece of meat," Ranma said, his hands wandering over Nabiki's body freely, touching anywhere he wanted without complaint. Hell, with the sounds she made some places he touched had the opposite of complaints. "You're getting all pally with each other and ignoring me. What kinda relationship is that meant to be, huh?"
One last thrust and - There! The beast had been fed, Nabiki's itch was scratched, and he'd let off some steam about his situation. By indulging in the very behaviour that made him feel stuck in a rut to begin with. Oh man, he really shouldn't have given in like this, what if someone had walked in on them while they were -
"Oooh, Ranma! On Akane's bed! You need to be disciplined immediately!"
And now he was being pounced on by Kasumi because apparently his destiny was to rail hot chicks for the rest of his life. Ugh! How could a guy living a power fantasy like this wind up feeling so down about it? Surely this situation couldn't possibly get worse than this!
Right? It - It couldn't get worse than this somehow could it?
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Nobody on Earth had ever suffered like Pantyhose Taro, and if you have to ask what is meant by that then I refer you to his name. This young boy had been so harried, so much that even though his features could be called handsome there was a truly wicked look about him. A reflection of his inner torment.
For years he had sought that person out. For years he had wanted revenge... But no, he'd settle for something else. Something other than revenge. A new name! Yes, that would be better. Anything would be a vast improvement. Anything but Pantyhose!
Boy he was lucky he had managed to figure out the name of the freak who named him via hearing a drunk panda sob about how awful he was, otherwise he would have had to go through each person to visit Jusenkyo in the past 20 years or so. Imagine how much of a pain that would be.
Instead he'd gone for a different approach. A better approach. Kukuku! Look out, Furinkan! Soon enough something unforgettable would befall you - and while it did, Pantyhose- No, Awe Sum would be back in China getting all the ladies and all the fame!
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