Story: Pride and Joy

 

At last, the four of them were returning home. Ranma and the Tendo sisters, well fucked, well satisfied, well satiated. With Ranma in particular deep in thought about what had happened today. He'd had sex with Ryoga. As a girl. And he'd liked it. Or... she'd liked it? Either way, this was a lot to chew on. Yet another wacky, sexy misadventure. Yet another piece of treasure added to his growing pile. A boy this time, instead of a girl, which was certainly unusual for a dragon like him... then again, this curse did complicate such matters considerably.

Ah! This was something he didn't want to think about! He'd give anything for a change of topic, something else to focus on! Anything, anything at all would do! For once, Nabiki gave him something he desperately wanted free of charge.

"So, are we going to turn into bimbos when we get too horny?" she asked as if it was no big deal.

"I suppose..." Kasumi replied. "In that case, I might be a complete ditz inside of two minutes?"

"Oh, that long?" Akane asked. Her thighs clenched together and she shot Ranma a meaningful look. "I'm amazed you can hold up a whole two minutes."

That puffed his pride up a bit. "Ladies, ladies, I know, I know, I'm too much of a hunky piece of man meat, but you must learn some restraint," he said. "After all, I am only one man. If I spend all my time satisfying your needs even I, a known juggernaut of stamina and physical fitness, would not last a week."

The three of the sisters looked at each other. Nabiki and Akane rolled their eyes while Kasumi laughed coyishly into her hand.

"Is it weird that I find that braggadocious attitude kinda hot?" Nabiki asked.

"Nope," Akane replied without missing a beat. "You know full well he can back it up."

"He does make a good point," Kasumi said. "We do have to learn a little self control, otherwise we'll wear him out."

While she spoke, Ranma noticed her bust increasing ever so slightly. Come to it, Nabiki and Akane's were a bit bigger than normal too. Ah... he only really noticed because of how hyper-aware of their bodies he felt, now. They really were getting horny already?

"Besides which, it's kinda cute that he thinks he's, like, still in charge and stuff," Nabiki tittered, her eyes growing a touch more vacuous.

"Um, like, yeah, it's super fucking cute," Akane tittered, even further gone than Nabiki. The hell?! That fast! Could it be... His mere presence was turning them on? This was bad, very bad. He could hardly walk in through the front door of the Tendo home with three bimbo sisters hanging off his enormous, muscular and sexy arms! Soun would - honestly, he wasn't sure what their old man would do, but it wouldn't be fun for him! Probably summon a Demon Head the size of Tokyo and chase him to the ends of the Earth!

Ranma had to act quickly. But what should he do? At a time like this, what should he - 

"Spank them," Kasumi whispered, and out of sheer desperation, Ranma brought a hand up and brought it down on both their cheeks. Both Akane and Nabiki made a kind of 'oooooh~' sound in unison... and then their chests went down to a more normal size. "There we go."

"How did you know?" Ranma asked. He hadn't removed his hand from their rumps yet. Nice. Akane's was firm and muscular, while Nabiki's had a very nice shape to it. The distinction was... alluring in its own way.

"The way they were walking," Kasumi replied. "They were both desperate for some attention to their posteriors, and so... I figured that's what would bring them down again."

Aha. The voice of reason. The oldest of the four of them was, in her own way, the most disciplined and the most aroused. Ranma had always thought of her as the purest Tendo sister, but she might be dirtier than the other two as well. Now that he had dirtied her, she probably craved to shed that innocence, to become the shiniest pieces of treasure at his disposal.

He removed his hands before they entered the Tendo home, not that it seemed to matter too much before Mr Tendo was upon them, fire and smoke shooting from every orifice, as the tall man loomed over Ranma.

"Ranma! Where have my daughters been alllll daaaaaay?" he roared, like the overprotective father that he was. It wasn't the size of Tokyo, but it was getting pretty big. It'd get bigger still if he learned what was really going on.

"Uh, well, they kinda got pulled into one of my wacky misadventures," he honestly said, scratching the back of his head. This did not calm him down, but it didn't make him as much angrier as it could have.

"Ranmaaaaaaa!" Soun roared, his head seeming to grow to twice its usual size. "If anything happened to my girls, you'd regret it! You'd dearly, sorely regret it!"

"Oh, that's enough daddy!" Akane huffed, getting in between Ranma and her father. "If you must know, Ranma saved us all today, and he had nothing to do with getting us into trouble in the first place."

"Yeah, I hate to admit it, but he really pulled through today," Nabiki sighed.

"Indeed father, you are overreacting," Kasumi admonished. "If anyone, you should blame that Kuno boy who is always harassing Akane. You really should have done something about him a long time ago, by the way. His behaviour has always been beyond the pale!"

Nothing in the world could deflate that demon's head aura quite like a lecture from Kasumi! Ranma slipped by and went in, while Akane and Nabiki both blew him a kiss behind their father's back, then grabbed each other's butts and went upstairs, while Ranma slipped off to the training hall to get some martial arts training done.

Alone again, his mind went back to earlier. When instead of being the strong, dominant guy, he'd been the smaller, curvy girl being pounded by the strong dominant guy. Ryoga. Ah, why the hell did that have to feel so damned good?! Was it because of some unforeseen aspect of his curse? Or maybe the dragon's whisker interacting with it? Was his girl form getting frustrated because it couldn't ride dick until now?

Whatever the case may be, Ranma ran through a few kata and let his mind go blank. Each punch was like a shot from a cannon. Each kick, a blow from a tiger. When he blocked he seemed as solid as the Great Wall of China in its prime. In this moment he was a martial artist, through and through. Not a lover, not a playboy, and definitely not a dragon gathering a horde of lovers to take and tame at his leisure.

Though there was a quiet little voice at the back of his mind telling him, insisting to him... that he was becoming that, whether he wanted to or not.

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They say that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Well, even that might pale to Happosai when he was salty. He'd been watching Ranma head on home with Soun's daughters from a distance, fully aware of what was going on here. The boy was unknowingly embracing the Dragon's Soul imbued into him by that broth, and now it was too late for Happosai himself to reap the benefits.

But! He could reap havoc with the boy in other ways! He crept to the rooftop and unfurled a bag full o'stuff he'd grabbed over the years. Alright. Something in here would surely do the job! What sort of revenge could he manage on that damned boy using this stuff...? Ohohoho! He could hardly wait to figure something out!