Story: Dogi of Delights

 

 
At Uchan's, we had a standoff between two characters that don't honestly interact that much usually. Nabiki Tendo, the Ice Queen. The resident troll of Furinkan High, the girl who delights in stirring shit up and reaping the benefits. Her opponent? Ukyo Kuonji, the crossdressing cutie okonomiyaki chef vying for Ranma's heart. Hard to believe they don't talk much, right? Given their focus on money, one would imagine that they talked quite often - but no, Ukyo was sensible enough to recognise the kind of person Nabiki was, while Nabiki in turn recognised that Ukyo would not make an easy mark. The two of them generally avoided one another for that reason. More trouble than it was worth.

Today though, there was something non-monetary coming between them. The enchanted dogi. Ukyo had but a taste of it, while Nabiki had craved its return and manipulated her into returning it. Upon losing it, Ukyo felt that first twinge of craving, and demanded Nabiki explain herself, resulting in this situation here.

"It's suspicious," Ukyo muttered to herself, wielding her mighty battle spatula with care and precision. "You're not the kind of person to do someone a favour for nothing. Why do you want it?"

Why did she want it? The feeling of this soft fabric rippling across her flesh. That sensation of it tightening up around just the right areas of her body. This addictive feeling of having her entire body subtly massaged at once, where every step she took was like a master masseuse running their hand down from her thigh to ankle in a single sweeping motion.

However, Nabiki was just slightly too proud to admit that she was being drawn in by an addiction like this. Even to herself. Further, telling Ukyo a lie about this dogi would make her own cravings more justifiable and so she would want it back. As such, Nabiki recognised fully that this was not a situation she could talk herself out of.

Therefore.

"Did you know that Akane wasn't the only one trained in martial arts?" Nabiki asked, giving a shrug. "Kasumi stopped when she had to take over the housework, no time or energy for that sort of thing. But me, I kept it going for a few years after that. I gave it up because Akane was obviously much, much better at it than me."

Ukyo tightened her grip around her spatula, wielding it quite threateningly. If Nabiki hadn't seen what she could do with that thing, it would have seemed quite ridiculous.

"Yeah, well, I'm still training and I can give Akane a run for her money," Ukyo warned. "So you'd better spill the beans - "

"I'd rather spill you."

The original purpose of this perverted dogi was to unlock a martial artist's true potential. Of the three sisters, Kasumi had the most raw potential, while Akane was only a little behind her, and in turn Nabiki was a fair amount behind her. Akane was much closer to her full potential than either of the other two, but if you really think about what a person's full potential looks like... Well, that's quite high isn't it?

That's why Akane could cream Ranma while wearing this thing. She was sitting at her absolute plateau. No further work required. Perfect strength, skill and speed. If Ranma were to wear it, and somehow fight Akane while she was wearing it, then Ranma would obviously win that fight because his potential was that much better.

Someone with Nabiki's level of potential... How might that fare? While Ukyo's full potential would indeed be greater than Nabiki's, what did that mean when she wasn't the one wearing the dogi?

The most important part was that Nabiki still remembered how to throw a kick, which is exactly what she did to the shocked Okonomiyaki chef. The kick had been fast and powerful enough to send her rolling to the floor, but she quickly got to her knees. Not quickly enough. Nabiki was already leaping over her, spinning mid-flight, and with another kick sent Ukyo's spatula flying across her restaurant - and Nabiki on top of her.Pinning Ukyo's wrists to the floor while Nabiki straddled her waist.

"What the hell?!" Ukyo yelled. "You're not even a martial artist, how did you -"

"How indeed, Ukyo-baby?" Nabiki asked, quite enjoying putting this martial artist in her place. "Or do you prefer Ucchan? I can swing either way."

Oh, that simmering look, surely it could wilt steel. Not this Ice Queen though, she was made of much sterner stuff. If this bishounen crossdresser, with that cute face, thought that scowling at Nabiki would ever sway her heart, she had another thing coming. It was far, far too cute. And kissable. And <i>fuckable</i>.

Not that the dogi was getting to her or anything. Nabiki was way too strong willed to ever, ever, like, go bimbo. Sure, she could feel her boobs getting a <i>little</i> bigger, and <i>sure</i> she was <i>a little</i> horny. How horny was she? Well, just about enough to steal the taste of Ukyo's lips.

Which, unsurprisingly, tasted like okonomiyaki sauce and surprise. Do note that Nabiki wasn't doing this because of the dogi corrupting her, she was just... um... teasing Ukyo a little bit. Giving her that kind of look in a situation like this, how was Nabiki supposed to not give her a good hard frenching right there on her own restaurant floor?

"Pft! Ptoooie!" Ukyo spat angrily.

"Aw, you didn't like that"? Nabiki asked while seductively grinding her hips down into Ukyo's body.

"No! We're both girls! You shouldn't - Guh! Get off me!"

"Get me off?" Nabiki teasingly asked. Ohoho, look how beet red Ukyo turned! "Heh, alright. I'm feeling generous today, so I'll address your request in full."

"Don't you dare!" Ukyo screeched. Cue Nabiki leaning in while Ukyo futilely tried to struggle and escape, until Nabiki got her mouth right next to that pretty little ear of hers and -

"This dogi brings out a girl's full potential as a martial artist, and also makes them feel really, really good," Nabiki whispered. After all, that was what Ukyo had actually asked for. Teehee, the look on her face was committed to memory. Then she let her hand go, tapped Ukyo's cheek in a friendly way, rose to her feet, stretched out her limbs and turned around to leave.

"Huh? That's it?" Ukyo asked. "You're - You're taking that dogi because it makes you feel good and makes you super strong?!"

"Why, yes, that's right," Nabiki replied, stopping for a moment to answer that query as well. "I'm going to take it home, and then you'll never see it again. Bye, bye!"

"Wait!"

Oh, what was this now? Ukyo had grabbed her wrist. It would be a trivial matter to reverse this. Or throw Ukyo across the street. However, Nabiki was... interested in what she had to say.

"When you say it makes a girl feel good, what does that mean?" Ukyo asked.

Oh, of course. Unlike Nabiki - who was obviously too strong willed and smart to ever surrender to this amazing feeling - Ukyo had been given a taste of this delightful item of clothing and basically capitulated already.

"I mean that it makes a girl feel <i>fucking great</i>," Nabik said, letting out an erotic sigh at the end without meaning to. Why, even now this dogi was squeezing her butt tightly, wedging itself in between the cheeks and very slightly vibrating in a way that hit a spot Nabiki didn't know could be hit. "But it's not something you need to worry about anymore, Uchan. I will take care of do-chan from now on."

"I want to feel it again," Ukyo admitted. "It was weird at first, but... but it made me feel really good, I just didn't notice until you -"

"Until I took it away from you," Nabiki tutted. "How immature, the toy was taken away and only now you want it. Very well, I'll let you... borrow it for a while. For a price."

"How much?"

Yes, that was the question wasn't it? How much? Five hundred yen? A thousand? Two thousand? How much was the right amount to charge? As a basic matter of supply and demand, Nabiki made a point to not charge <i>too</i> much for something as simple as this, because it might result in a declined deal. On the other hand, a small price might make the would be buyer question why you were selling so cheaply.

In the end, there was only one possible answer.

"You have to kiss me," Nabiki said. Ah, Ukyo balked, and so Nabiki could but shrug and go on her merry way. She added a bit of a sultry sway to her step - not as enticement to Ukyo, but because it felt really great to do that while wearing this perverted dogi. "Your loss!"

Ohoho, cue Ukyo dashing in front of her, stepping directly in Nabiki's path. The girl was trembling a little, nervous and unsure of herself. What should she do, right? A little bead of sweat forming atop her brow, breathing slightly heavier than normal, she was obviously struggling against herself here.

But... The struggle was in vain. With great reluctance, she scooted forward and pecked Nabiki on the lips. As if that would be enough. The instant she was close enough, Nabiki had her hands on the small of Ukyo's back and dragging her across the restaurant, behind the grill while their lips were tightly locked together. At first Ukyo was a bit of a dead fish, only really going all in on this when the dogi slipped off Nabiki's legs and onto Ukyo's.

From there, the two girls lay behind the counter, giggling and smooching, while the top half of the dogi lovingly played with Nabiki's chest and the lower half took delight in Ukyo's legs. The pair of them bleary eyed, allowing this perverted piece of clothing to do what it would with their bodies.

Nabiki enjoyed herself watching Ukyo succumb to her new bimbo urges - while of course having enough willpower to resist that herself. She wasn't gonna totally turn into some slutty dumb airhead, she was gonna, like, rock the bod while still having a brain! Teehee!