Story: Creeping Perversion

Kasumi Tendo was nothing if not diligent. She was freshly awakened to the side of herself that really, really liked sex. That kinda got off a bit on sexually satisfying others. All the same, she did have her responsibilities to worry about. Her motivations, her drives - they still had to play secondary to her responsibilities around the home.

She couldn't simply stay at home all day riding Ryoga's dick. Well, actually, she could. Her stamina was almost as good as his. Believe it or not, one must stay comparatively healthy to keep up in this home. She could have quite easily stayed up with him, bouncing on his dick and getting an itch scratched the she had been ignoring for

Such

A

Long

Time.

I mean, really now. Really. Kasumi had repressed a lot of her own desires, when you really think about it. Really, really think about it. Since a young age she'd taken up the responsibilities around the home. Her father was in no emotional state to raise three daughters - so Kasumi herself had risen to the occasion. She had dated here and there, but never gone very far with them. They all seemed so... immature, compared to her tastes. Ah, how had Akane put it once? She didn't want boys. She wanted men.

And, oh my, Ryoga Hibiki was a man. He might behave like a boy at times, but so many men do. With just a little more training, he'd be able to scratch that itch on the regular.

She'd finished all her daily chores right around the time Ranma came home with a whole bunch of girls, and - She had to say, he was quite the lucky stud. Hrm~ Maybe Akane would let her have a taste one day...?

Oh, but wait a minute! They were heading into the training hall! That's where Ryoga was! Kasumi hurried after them, peeked inside just in time to see the orgy starting, but - 

"Where did that hot stud get to...?" Kasumi whispered to herself. "Oooh! I'll never get a turn on Ranma's dick with all those hotties around him! Ryoga...? Where are you?!"

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There was something wrong with Ryoga Hibiki. Now, if that had been said in earshot of, for instance, Ranma Saotome then there would be no end to the comments made. His sense of direction, his ability to see through easy cheap disguises, his body odour, his general intelligence, but none of them would hit upon the true issue at heart.

He'd spent all day railing Kasumi Tendo. Absolutely ruining her for other men. Taking the eldest Tendo sister to climax city, population oooooo~ He'd tapped that so hard he ought to have called a plumber. He'd ploughed her so thoroughly that come spring, there'd be a fine harvest. He'd smacked her ass, motorboated her breasts, he'd drilled her so hard the US thought he was after oil and nearly declared war. He'd fucked her. He'd fucked her so hard it was a wonder she could remember how to breathe.

Now, this is where an audience member might raise their hand tentatively, and ask if he'd forced himself on her in any way. No. He had not. That was the answer there. She'd been the one to initiate it, if anything.

So what's the problem? He got to rail the number one hottest babe in all of Furinkan, and when you consider the competition, holy shit that lucky son of a bitch.

Well, the problem here was quite simple: It had not been his intention to dick her down and make her squeal like a stuck pig. It had just kinda, sorta happened. As it turns out, Kasumi Tendo, the paragon of innocence, the ideal housewife, the walking Goddess of Furinkan was an absolute demon in the sack who had, in turn, awakened Ryoga Hibiki's inner manwhore.

Still not seeing the issue here? Well, alright. Here it is, summarised with a catchphrase.

"Where the hell am I now?!"

Yep. The lost boy had managed to get himself lost in the middle of his fuck-day with Kasumi Tendo. I can hear you all facepalming now. The fool. The poor, wretched fool! What a cruel fate, what a twisted happenstance, how malicious, how mean spirited is fate! To show him a healthy taste of heaven, to give him an appreciation for it - and then to rip it away from him!

Oh, but it was actually worse for him than even that. For you see! If he had remained at the Tendo dojo, he could be tapping so much hot ass right now. He could, hypothetically, at that very moment have Ranma's girl form bent over in front of him while a pair of Akanes shoved their boobs into his face. He could have had a pair of Hinakos dancing around him. He could have been the centrepiece of the mother and the father of all orgies - and he managed to blow it by stepping right into his biggest comedic foible.

It couldn't have been more typically Ryoga Hibiki if, for example, Ranma had shown up in girl form disguised as a tour guide and deliberately led the boy far away from the Tendo home.

As it currently stood, Ryoga had a new mission now that he had realised he was well and truly lost: Get back to the Tendo dojo and finish what he'd started. Satisfying Kasumi Tendo so thoroughly that she'd never even be able to notice the presence of another man!

Or something like that. 

Thing is though, when you think about it for a second, Ryoga's kind of the last guy you want to be carrying something like this perversion curse, right? The guy is a walking patient zero for anyplace he happens to go by. If some particularly attractive girl wearing jean hotpants happens to stroll by, he might whisper the spell in her ear. Spread it on to her. Or maybe he'll save someone in danger, just because he happened to be passing by - and then spread the spell through them. It would cause outbreaks all over the place. Perversion would spread like wildfire, uncontainable because of the chaotic, seemingly random nature of the outbreak.

Some people believe that Ryoga simply teleports to new locations, but no, he simply has that intense wanderlust about him. That could be seen as a saving grace. He's not going to randomly pop up in Paris and turn Europe into a den of perverts. He's mostly going to stay in Asia, in one of the countries that happens to be the most closely connected with the Western world in the region, with plenty of airplanes, shipping, and - 

Oh dear, that could prove to be a problem, wouldn't it?

"I really should control myself," he repeated to himself for the hundredth time, but it didn't help much. His dick was throbbing. He ached to get back there. Back to the Tendo dojo. If Kasumi fucked like that, how intense would Akane be? The question lingered in his mind repeatedly. Hammering at his conscience like he'd hammered her pussy.

She clearly wasn't in her right state of mind. That's not how Kasumi normally behaves. Then again, nor was it how he normally behaves. He couldn't stop himself! But at the same time, he wanted to do it again! Take her, tame her, make her his! The very idea of it made his soul feel alive!

But then it got worse. Then he found himself fantasising about Ranma, or more specifically, Ranma's girl form.

Ranma's girl form was way too fucking cute for her own good! Steam shot out of Ryoga's nose. With the way he was right now, might he do something he'd regret to that hot little shortstack? Maybe yank her tail while railing her from behind! With Kasumi, he'd been gentle, but Ranma? Ranma could take it rough!

In his mind, Ryoga went on a rampage laying claim to Ranma, Akane, Nabiki, Kasumi, Shampoo, Ukyo and more besides. He wanted to get them all on his dick, even though he knew he shouldn't! The spell was working wonders on his morality. Breaking him down a little at a time, leaving him as little more than a rutting beast on the inside.

And yet... Even now, Ryoga was entering an unfamiliar area, dragging that curse along with him. He was about to spread it further still, and perhaps, just perhaps, he might acquire himself a harem - or he might move on to another area, another doomed location that would soon be utterly overtaken by an unstoppable wave of creeping perversion.