Story: Quadranma

 

It's funny. Mariko was pretty sure she was straight. She'd never, ever looked at another girl with anything like a lustful gaze. Yet here she was, in the locker room at the ice rink, absolutely desperate to sit on this cute girl's face. It didn't make S-E-N-S-E! She was super into B-O-Y-S! Like Ranko's bf, who was a total hunkasaurus and absolutely her type from top to bottom.

... Urgh, she was starting to think in stereotypes, that wasn't good. Unlike these breasts which she couldn't stop kissing despite herself, they were very, very good! Ranko gently tipped Mariko's chin up and stole her lips, making her go cross-eyed, and forcing every rational thought right out of her head.

"How are you doing this?" Mariko whispered, desperate for more already. She watched with a mixture of horror, fascination and absolute arousal as Ranko's hand snaked down her torso, sneaking underneath her skirt, and then - Bliss, total bliss, accompanied by a promise of yet greater bliss still if only she would give in and let Ranko do absolutely whatever she wanted.

"Talent," Ranko shrugged. "Ranma's good at martial arts. My old man's good at being a lazy scammer. You're good at cheerleading, and I'm a world beater at rocking worlds."

No argument there. Mariko was already left writhing, feeling completely and totally helpless at Ranko's touch. It was as if someone had lit an inferno made of pure sexual pleasure and tossed her right in. Yet there was also this lingering impression that the flames could burn hotter, burn brighter, if she only put in a little more effort, but the only reason she was holding back anything at all was to make the point as clear as possible.

"Basically, I'm building a bisexual harem, and I want you in it," Ranko said. The last of their clothes dropped to the floor. Ranko was standing but a short distance away, absolutely naked from head to toe. She sat on a toilet, crossed her legs and stared at Mariko as if waiting expectantly. "So, this is your last chance babe. You can say no now, we put on our clothes and you and I walk out of here like nothing happened. Or, you could eat me out and learn a few things about yourself." She leaned back on the bench and spread her legs open, leaving absolutely nothing hidden from her. "Your call."

She shouldn't need to think about it. Say no. Walk away. You're straight, and you don't want to be part of a bisexual harem. She should say no, get dressed, get out of here and forget this ever happened.

All well and good, except... that pussy looked really enticing. Mariko tried not to stare at it, but she couldn't help herself. Her eyes were dragged back to Ranko's pussy no matter what. It felt like she'd finished up an all day routine. She was feeling drained physically and mentally. Worse yet, her hands were starting to shake, her heart was pounding in her chest, and - And she was slipping onto her hands and knees crawling towards Ranko like a dog towards a bone.

"You see? I'm not forcing you into this," Ranko said moments before Mariko's lips settled upon her inner thigh. <i>Yum</i>. "You could have walked away, but instead you're too curious. Mmm, fuck, those others are really going for it now~ I wonder which of them initiated things this time?"

The girl had started talking nonsense. No matter. Mariko soon found herself planting her face right into that pussy. Normally she was precise, meticulous and controlled in her actions, but right now she was acting just like a pet lapping at their water bowl. The taste, the scent of Ranko's pussy made Mariko's own start to really gush, a desperate and aching need beginning to really overwhelm her - and yet, with her head caught here between Ranko's thighs, she didn't want to leave either.

Oh! But then the reality of their situation came slamming back to her, when she heard the door to the bathroom open up. Of course. They were in a public restroom! Oooh, that was bad! They were about to get caught! Mariko's foot flicked out to try to drag the stall closed behind her so they could continue in peace - 

"In here, sweetie!" Ranko called out. "I've got a present for you~"

"Ranko, my darling," said the voice of the handsome hunk, Tatewaki Kuno. A boy who pushed all of Mariko's buttons, and who she would have absolutely, totally flirted with if he wasn't already dating Ranko. "I see. You have been quite busy in my absence. May I?"

"Oh sure, put it in, she's totally okay with it. Right Mariko?"

Okay with what? What were they talking ab- Oh. Oh! Ohhhh, yes. That was a penis, that was definitely a penis, definitely Tatewaki's penis pushing deep, deep, so deep into her pussy, filling her up, scratching an itch she hadn't properly understood, satisfying her, gratifying her, driving her right to the brink of madness and -

"One, two, three, four, have some sex and then some more! Five, six, seven, eight! No more need to masturbate!"

If she didn't know any better, she'd swear that Ranko was mocking cheerleading. The very idea of it made Mariko all that more aggressive on Ranko's pussy, grabbing her around the waist to really synch in and eat her out, while her hips slammed back to meet Kuno's.

"H-Holy shit, you really needed this didn't you?" Ranko gasped. "Ohh, wow. Kuno, darling, I think we've found someone that was more sexually pent up than Nabiki, and believe me that says something!"

"Indeed, her inner walls cling to me like a man lost at sea clings to his life preserver," Kuno grunted. "Ah, Ranko, my beloved. You truly are a selfless woman. Finding those in such desperate need and helping them unleash their inner frustrations."

"Mmmmf~" Ranko came all over Mariko's face, and to show how far she'd fallen, her next move was to immediately clean up the mess. Without even thinking about it until after the fact. "How about we invite Nabiki and Mariko back to our place, and... Have some fun tonight? Mariko's been soooo helpful with teaching me how to skate, the least we could do is introduce her to the Ice Queen. The two of them will get on great."

Mariko's body twitched with anticipation. A bisexual harem, huh? All of a sudden that didn't sound like such a bad thing. Maybe she was a little bit into girls after all, huh?

<hr>

Akane would like to blame it on the others for being horny idiots, she really would. Whatever connection she had to them now, it was surely responsible for her being in such a compromising position. Pinned up against this wall, having Ranma pound her pussy like a demon while she clung to him for dear sweet life, savouring every touch, every moment, whispering and begging and pleading for more, more, please more, she needed more of this!

But if she was being honest with herself, it wasn't really their fault. Maybe at first. This was all them. The intention had been to get a bit of sparring done. Help her improve a little with her martial arts ability. Work up a sweat over lunch, no big deal.

Except that she had grossly underestimated how badly they were into each other. Make no mistake. The two of them were pretty. Very, very pretty. Very appealing to the opposite sex when everything was normal. But! When you get them both working up a sweat, hair a little bit mussed up, a little gleam across their forehead, eyes laser focused, something weird and something special happened to give them that little extra oomph, and their mutual sex appeal towards one another doubled on the spot.

Which would be fine. It would be something they could handle, just fine. Except they'd already had sex a couple of times already. They knew full well what they were getting into. They knew they would like it. A lot. They knew the other would also like it a lot. They knew they were sexually compatible, and since they were both pretty good physical learners, the initial clumsiness that comes with the first couple of times was nowhere in sight.

If there was any doubt at all about who she was marrying, then it was long since gone alongside that clumsiness. At this point Akane wasn't even sure she could find another man attractive again. Ranma was an idiot. A complete knucklehead. Through and through... But he was <i>her</i> knucklehead.

The two of them came together, and sank down onto the rooftop holding on to one another as long as their bodies would allow... And then they heard the initial bell, warning students that it was time to return to class after lunch.

"Oh boy," Akane wheezed. "Wow, uh, I think they'll know what we did."

"Yeah, no time to clean up, and I don't feel like standing out in the hallway," Ranma said. "We got five minutes to clean up. Maybe they'll buy that we were sparring on the rooftop?"

Maybe. It's not like it would be a total lie... But Akane let out a sigh nonetheless. It was bad enough when she had to worry about the others getting horny and stupid. Now she had to worry about herself as well...? Exactly what she didn't need!