There's something quite bizarre about the way this had wound up. Imagine, if you will, Ranma sitting perched on a stool in the upstairs section of the Kuonji restaurant. His trousers are off. His erection is pointing directly up. Down on their knees, staring up at it in deep reverence are the three girls with the most legitimate claim to be his future wife. Akane Tendo, uncute tomboy with a wicked temper and deep set insecurities, whose smile could charm a stone into backflipping. Shampoo of the Joketsuzoku, a fearsome warrior with a bubbly personality. Cunning, manipulative, affectionate and dangerous. Then, Ukyo Kuonji. Childhood friend who had spent the last ten years pretending to be a boy, and doing a quite convincing job of it. Only now letting her femininity shine out, illustrating that she was still a pretty girl underneath her boyish looks and mannerisms.
Some might describe this scene as being like watching a pet owner, standing over their beloved cat or dog with a treat in hand, ready to toss it out for them to feast upon. Their eyes were wide, drool was threatening to spill out the corner of their pretty mouths. The three of them were deliberately sitting in a way that maximised exposure of their feminine bodies, as though they were trying to make Ranma choose which of them he would use this colossal weapon upon first.
Make a harem protagonist choose which girl was first? Please, you'd have better luck plucking the moon from the sky. Besides, if you think Ranma is the one in charge around here, you've not been paying attention.
"Uh..." Ranma muttered, and they pounced. Akane managed to get the head, but the other two were undaunted - their target was the shaft, which they licked and kissed with deep affection. A lesser man would have nutted from this alone, but Ranma... he had been having all sorts of sex with these three, and the other three as well. Something like this was like comparing a wafer thin mint to a feast in comparison. Though Ranma had to say they seemed a touch more ravenous than usual. Perhaps fooling around with his girl form had left them in a more excited mood than normal?
The memory of that yuri orgy did bring him a shudder though. Thinking about it while in his boy form made him feel weird. The memory of his girl form writhing in pleasure, these three girls showing what it felt like to experience pleasure as a woman. He wanted to do it again. With the others, too. Explore this new possibility, that until now he'd deliberately left closed off to himself.
His body didn't matter: He was a man, despite the curse! He could justify it to himself as - As getting a greater understanding of what he was doing to these girls with this ridiculous enchanted cock. The feelings he stirred within their loins. Yeah. Yeah! Something like that sounded right. It wasn't something utterly ridiculous, like - Like the idea of adding his own girl form to his growing hoard of treasure. Entrancing her with his cock, the same way the other girls had been. Don't be silly. Don't be daft, that would be a ridiculous idea.
At an unspoken signal, the girls felt ready to begin the main course. Ukyo grabbed his shaft and elbowed the other two out of the way. "My place, my dibs," she said, returning Ranma's attention exclusively to her and reminding him of what he'd been thinking about just before everyone stripped down.
Akane and Shampoo shrugged, then reluctantly began to scissor on the floor in front of him. Their eyes weren't on each other, though. They were completely on his crotch. Jealously waiting their turn, knowing full well that as much as it burned them up inside they would have to let Ukyo go first. This time.
"Betcha can't wait," Ukyo whispered in Ranma's ear, as she lowered herself down onto his shaft. He felt himself filling her up to the brim, felt her shudder from an overload of sensation - then felt her hold tightly onto him, as though unwilling to let go. "Ten years we've waited for that sauce! Ooooh, I remember how eager you were to try it!"
Guilt hit the back of Ranma's head like a hurled brick. Gurk! Bringing that up now! On top of everything else, now he had to think about that! He reflexively held Ukyo close to himself. Felt her womanly body up against his manly one. M-maybe it wasn't as big a deal as he thought it was?
"It'll be my truest test as a chef," Ukyo continued. Excitement practically radiating off her cute body, which had already begun to writhe in excitement upon his member. "Ohhhh,I can't wait to try it! I bet it came out amazing! I'll baste my own body in it and let you lick it off, Ranchan! And the other girls too! Ten years of my devotion to cooking manifested at last!"
Shoot! Shoot, shoot, shoot! If it came out fine, he'd know he was the one that actually made it! If it came out awful, she'd think she was an awful chef! Ohhh, nooooo! The guilt was going to overwhelm him at this rate! And so, Ranma did the only thing he could think of to make it up to her.
Tackle her to the floor and give her the deepest, most profound dicking recorded in human history.
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Would it come as a tremendous shock to learn that Akane was a bit on the insecure side? No? Good, you've been paying attention. It kind of comes with spending her entire life comparing herself to her big sister, Kasumi. Trying to measure up to that and falling flat on her face at every yardstick. Except one. She'd managed to grow her hair out longer, but it didn't make her any more feminine. So, that was also a failure.
Enter Ranma and his enormous penis. This was something she could have to herself. Trouble was, he was a massive jerk, so she played off like she didn't want him because it would have been a purely physical thing and she was better than that. But then! Then, his penis got even bigger, and he needed to have sex regularly or his balls would burst (or something), and once she'd had her taste of that action there was no way she was turning it down for anything.
Then, when Kasumi started getting into this as well, Akane's insecurities returned. Could she match up? Could she satisfy Ranma the way that Kasumi could? The fact that this was an odd relationship was like a far off whisper, what mattered was... Would Ranma even care if he had sex with her when he could tap that any time he wanted?
Now, here she was, after being rescued from a kidnapping. She'd seen that Pantyhose jerk's enormous dick in his cursed form, been subjected to Ryoga's brand new playboy curse, then blew off steam with that fun little yuri orgy, which had been a mere appetite for that huge dick that she frankly deserved.
"Ah! Ahhh! Ah, fuck, oh fuck me, Ranchan! What's gotten into you?!"
So, you can understand why the sight of Ranma raw fucking Ukyo right there on the floor, pistoning into her like a mighty machine, was drawing those feelings out in a different direction. He wasn't normally so... intense with Ukyo. The closest she could think of was the hate-fuck he gave Nabiki sometimes, or the intense, almost competitive romps the two of them would have.
This was different. This was new. This was exciting. She wanted to be fucked like that. With that same driving passion, that sense that she was adored, cherished, loved - Akane's loins ached for that kind of experience.
"Ah! Ranchan! Before you take the others, want some okonomiyaki?" Ukyo asked as though it was a sex thing. Actually knowing her it probably was a sex thing. "You two as well! I can whip one up in a flash! Actually, Ranma! Carry my downstairs, I'll make it while you take me from behind!"
"That no sound sanitary, but Shampoo understand where she come from," Shampoo nodded sagely. Huh? Okay then, this seemed like something beyond Akane's understanding. Reluctantly, she followed the pair of them down with Shampoo right next to her. Normally not a place she'd feel safe, but -
"Like this?" Ranma asked. "Is this how you wanted it?"
"Oh fuck yessssss," Ukyo moaned. "I get to experience my two favourite things at once, your dick and making okonomiyaki at the same time!"
The position they were in was pretty obvious really. Ranma standing directly behind Ukyo, giving her a smooth but thorough dicking, while Ukyo was leaning over a counter mixing up batter, chopping vegetables, and making it all look so... So easy. Heck, she didn't even need to pay that much attention to what she was doing, because she kept on leaning back into him, turning her head and kissing him deeply.
Which he was returning. While playing with her boobs. Tenderly. Lovingly. They honestly looked like a freshly married couple to her in that moment.
...
Before long, there was okonomiyaki served up for all four of them. Three naked girls and Ranma Saotome.
"A sign of our mutual love," Ukyo tittered. "Ten years this sauce has waited to be eaten, and now the four of us can share in it, together!"
"Well... I am a little hungry," Akane said. "Not had anything to eat all day, would be good to have this first, then get a little action."
"Is true!" Shampoo nodded. "Airen have tough battle too, need strength to satisfy both of us next."
Ranma didn't say anything. He just stared at his meal as the other three quickly scooped theirs up, put it in their mouth - and immediately collapsed, frothing at the mouth, as an unspeakable taste soiled their tongues, and for a moment made them forget that food was a thing you could enjoy.
“Oh well better luck next time!” Ranma said, clapping his hands together. "So, Akane! Once you've finished with yours, how about I rail your uncute body and we put this behind us?"
Yeah, well, it wasn't quite going to be that simple, now was it...?
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