We now rejoin Ranma Saotome enjoying the succulent meal put on for her by Ukyo Kuonji in this stranger's restaurant, in all contravention of health, hygiene and common flipping sense. It truly is a testament to how powerful the mind warping attributes of that wish were, that nobody was raising a stink, save that one jerk who came within inches of breaking the fourth wall, isn't it? There Ranma was. Naked ass up in the air, while her pretty pigtailed head was caught betwixt Ukyo's nether region,, licking away without regard for - well, anything except eating pussy, which was rapidly becoming her favourite meal.
"Ohhhhh, oh fuck, that's great, right there!" Ukyo moaned, bucking her hips, grabbing the top of Ranma's head so she could really grind her pussy right on in there. "Give up on Akane. Stop screwing around with the rest, just lay me day after day after day~"
"Mmmm, yummy!" Ranma mewled. "That was really good, Ucchan! It filled up my belly, just like always, and left my tongue wanting even more!"
Then she stood up, dusted herself off, and waved. "Later!"
She managed to get a whole two steps away before Ukyo grabbed her pigtail and yanked her back, so she was forming a U shape. "Later?" she asked. "That's all I get? Wham, bam, thanks Ucchan?"
"Hey, you know in English that rhymes," Ranma quipped. "Kinda a shame we're speaking Japanese - "
"This is not the time for fourth wall language bullshit, Saotome!" Ukyo yelled. "Listen! You and I know that the writer has a bias towards you and the uncute one!"
"Hey! I thought you said no fourth wall bullshit?" Ranma said. This, alas, merely resulted in Ukyo tugging harder on her pigtail than before.
"Pick. Your. Moment!" Ukyo warned. "Look, the sex is incredible and all, but I am not getting stuck in yet another harem ending, or pairing up with Konatsu or Ryoga or whatever. I'm here for your hot pigtailed ass, and I'm not leaving without it! Comprende?"
"Oh, now we're speaking French?" Ranma quipped. If looks could kill, Ranma's ancestors would've all died ten years earlier than they had. "Okay, okay, fine! I get it, I know what you're after!"
She contorted herself around, which was tricky with Ukyo holding onto her pigtail like that, then lay on the ground with her legs splayed wide open. After a moment she reached across to the grill, grabbed some of Ukyo's sauce and slathered it on herself. All over her thighs, leaving a little pool in her navel, then painted a landing strip down to the ultimate prize.
"Come on, get going," Ranma said. "This is what you wanted, right?"
"No!" Ukyo protested, but did wipe some drool from the corner of her mouth. "I mean... Oh fuck that's hot. Your thighs glazed with my sauce is such a delicious looking combo that I can't - I shouldn't, I mustn't, but I can't stop myself!"
What else could she do but dive on in, making it a total role reversal? Now Ukyo was the one lapping away at Ranma's crotch, greedily, hungrily going for it without a care or regard for her surroundings. I mean she was really diving in there. Grabbing onto Ranma's waist so she could angle her up, making it easier for her to lick certain parts. And when I say lick, I don't mean a dainty little 'oh some ice cream, tee hee that's cold' kind of lick. I mean like a cat going 'phooo, I reek of human gotta get this smell off me, stat' kind of licking. Which is an appropriate metaphor because, you know, both involve licking pussy.
Yes, that was too easy of a joke but come on it's right there.
Ukyo's protests were soon forgotten, cast aside by the succulent taste of Ranma's tender flesh, mixed with the taste of her own sauce. These thighs - they truly were works of art! So thick and squeezable, soft and enticing. Ukyo almost couldn't help but rub her cheeks up against them, so lost in lust was she that she forgot she was annoyed at this complete babe.
"Oh, there you are!" a familiar voice said, and a shadow with a certain shape appeared over them. Some might call that shape uncute. Some might call it violent. "Finally found you, dummy. Honestly now, messing around with your friend..."
"Mmm I'm just paying her back for a good meal~" Ranma sang, but that was the last thing she said before Akane sat on her face.
"Yeah, sure thing, whatever you say," she sniffed. "So here's my payback, got it?" Akane reached down to run her hands all along Ranma's curves, making especially sure to dig her fingers into those big sexy breasts. "Hrm, so you have been given another sexy level up... Not fair!"
"I dunno," Sayuri muttered from not too far away. "This seems plenty fair to me!"
"Why do I get the feeling this isn't going to resolve one single damn thing?" Yuka threw her hands up in the air.
The answer to that, dear Yuka, is simple pattern recognition.
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