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Games	By : peterschell Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 34931 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in Ranma 1/2 or the series itself and will not be making any money from this fanfiction

Chapter List
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Akane, Ukyou and Shampoo stood at rigid attention as Cologne examined the wreckage that once had been the Cat Café. There was not much left, which also went for the girl’s clothing.

During the brawl the three had lost just about everything they were wearing. Shampoo was the worse, being fully naked. But then she hadn’t started out with much. A silk one piece dress and a pair of slippers. Ukyou had managed to keep the leg sections of her tights, though she was bare from the thighs up, and Akane had her socks and the tattered remains of her skirt.

All three of them were covered in scratch and bite marks. Shampoo’s breasts had several nasty impressions from Akane’s teeth decorating it. Not that Akane had gotten off unscathed. If she’d turned around it would have been seen that her firm ass had been chewed on by not just Shampoo but by Ukyou.

Just when they had stopped fighting like martial artists and started acting like brawling un-trained, schoolgirls was lost in a blur. Not that they were spending much time trying to remember. All three girls were exerting every iota of energy they still possessed in the pursuit of not moving.

The reason for this was the thin, nearly invisible, acupuncture needles projecting from certain places on their bodies. As long as they stayed perfectly still they couldn’t feel them. If they moved. . . the agony of hell had nothing on it.

Cologne stared upward at the three pinned in place girls, a scowl on her face. “I’ve tried to give you space, Shampoo,” she said. “Even when I knew you were making a fool of yourself I stood back. When you ruined whatever chance you had to acquire Ranma as a husband I let you go on. Every Amazon needs the opportunity to make a colossal fool of themselves when they are young. To help prevent them from doing it when they are old.” She looked around the room.

“But, now I say, Enough! You’ve made your mistakes. Now you pay the consequences.”

A bead of sweat ran down Shampoo’s face and into her eye, but she didn’t dare blink.

“And you two!” Cologne said addressing Akane and Ukyou. “To think I actually approved when Shampoo formed a wolf pack with you. Nothing like a little rape and pillage to polish the old battle skills I thought. I should have remembered that all too often the intelligence of wolf-packs is usually equal to about half of the average intelligence of the girls involved, and you three weren’t all that bright to start with.

Akane’s body shuddered as she tried to protest, thereby proving Cologne’s point.

Cologne hopped up onto her staff, and then removed several needles from around the throats of the three girls. “You can talk now.”

“It was all Shampoo’s fault, She robbed us,” Akane blurted out.

At the same time Shampoo shouted. “Shampoo only protecting her honor. They say Shampoo lie, cheat, steal.”

“Honor!” Cologne snorted. Is that what you call what you’ve been doing. Letting any man who wanted grab your ass so you could earn the money for your toys.”

“Was not just toys. Was cure,” Shampoo protested.

“You know better girl. There is no cure, not that way. You don’t buy a cure. Maybe, if you’re really lucky, you learn to control it, make it your servant instead of your master. But you don’t order a cure from a fly by night magazine.”

Up till know Ukyou had been quite. She now spoke, not defensively or belligerently, but in a regulated voice. “I screwed up. I shouldn’t have started a brawl in your restaurant. I know how I’d feel if someone wrecked mine. I used up all my spare cash on the missing order. But, if it will make it right, I’ll . . .” Ukyou broke off, her eyes closed and tears were pressed out from under her lashes. “If you wish, I’ll sell my place and use the money to fix your’s”

Cologne stared at Ukyou for a long moment. “Accepted.”

Ukyou nodded, her throat working. Tears ran in a clear stream down her cheeks. “I’ll start as soon as I can.”

Akane and Shampoo stared in shock at Ukyou. Both girls had wide selfish streaks. They were so self-absorbed in their own problems and wants that they very rarely felt any empathy for anyone but themselves. Pretty much typical teen age girls really. Not that teen age boys were any better. But, even they were moved by the sacrifice Ukyou was making, and in each of them a rare sensation of guilt rose. “You don’t have to do that, Ukyou. I’ll help. We can get the money somehow.”

“Akane right. Shampoo not let you lose home. Even if must let men’s feel ass for months, or even touch Shampoo’s titties when she bend over to give check, or . . .” Shampoo’s eyes glazed a bit as a hint of drool showed on her lip.

“that’s about enough of that,” Cologne said, sticking some pins back in Shampoo and then Akane’s neck, silencing them. The other two girls sweat dropped. “What will you do then?” Cologne asked Ukyou.

“Go back on the road. I still have my portable back-pack grill. I’ll raise the money for another restaurant.”

“Would you consider working for someone else. For room and board, and a small amount of pay. With hours off to go to school. You wouldn’t have to sell your home, and could move back once your dept is paid”

Ukyou blinked. “I suppose,” she said hesitantly, a touch of hope in her voice.

“Fine, your hired. I need a manager to look after this place. Shampoo and Akane will work for you, for free, till they’ve paid off the damages.” She sent a jaundiced look Shampoo’s way. “They can keep their tips, or use them to pay of the dept quicker, whatever they wish.”

Cologne removed the pins from all the girls, causing them to collapse onto the floor with groans of relief. Directing her attention toward Shampoo and Akane, she asked. “I take it you have no problem with this plan?” While it was worded as a question, neither girl had any doubt as to the fact that ‘no’ was not an option. They both nodded their heads.

“Good. Miss. Manager, Please clean this mess up with your staff. I’m going to watch my show.” With that Cologne poggoed up the stairs, pausing only to turn and say. “Tendo Akane. You will be staying here as well. You will want to phone your sister and make the arrangements.” She then addressed all three girls. “I want you girls to remember the last fifteen minutes. I want you to imagine standing in the middle of the restaurant, dressed just as you are now, with those pins in you for the whole day, while we do business as usual.” she directed a cold glare at the girls. “That’s what will happen if any of you hit anyone while on duty. Customer or each other. Don’t call me on this.”
A second later the door to Cologne’s room could be heard shutting.

Inside, Cologne, rather they turning on her tv, turned on her computer. Her fingers flew over the keyboard too fast to see as she checked out various chatrooms. Finally, she found the people she was looking for. Typing quickly, she entered,

Spry Old Dog: *Hello, Harem Master, Sexy Priest.

Harem Master: “Hey there, Old dog, how’s it hanging?”

Sexy Priest: “Hey, Dog. Any news on that Temple maiden wanabe?”

Spry Old Dog: “Sorry SP. Gone up in flame and wreckage I’m afraid.”

Sexy Priest: “darn shame. Not enough young girls interested in keeping an old man nice and warm on those cold winter nights.”

Harem Master: I have one nice Temple Maiden in my Harem, but I ain’t sharin.”

Sexy Priest: “We’ve heard that before. Is there any type of girl you don’t have in your harem?

Sexy Old Dog: “If I might interrupt. I have news. The Cat Café has rescinded it’s look but don’t touch rule. The new rule is touch all you want, if you can. Do pass the word around would you.”

Sexy old Dog: signed off.
Harem master: signed off.

Cologne grinned as she leaned back, cracking her fingers. Stealing Happosai’s online identity had offered much fun, but she’d never thought it would be this useful. The Cat Café was about to become a major cash cow, and Shampoo, and her two friends were about to undergo the most intense training of their lives. If they survived it, they might actually be on their way to being real humans and not selfish little bitches.

“Here it is,” Nabiki called out happily. Tossing aside the torn panties that had been covering it she extracted her camera from between the cushions of the couch. Turning, she had her finger on the trigger and her eye on the lens. But there was nothing to take, or at least nothing except a suddenly shy Ryochan holding her shirt tightly over her chest and blushing to beat the band. On second thought, it was a pretty good picture. *Click*

“Nabiki!” Ryochan protested, turning away from the camera, her blush deepening. She didn’t know why she was feeling so flustered. Nabiki had taken lots of explicit photos of her male side in the last while. Most often while he had his cock buried in one of Ranma-chans’s various openings. Maybe it was because she hadn’t even gotten a good look at her new body herself. She wasn’t ready to go showing it off, or so she told herself.

“Come on, Ryochan!” Ranma wheedled in her best cute girl voice. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Matching deeds to words, Ranma unbuttoned the top two fasteners on her shirt and pulled the right side over, just enough so the hint of her aureole showed, with a promise of a strawberry red nipple hiding just a fraction of an inch away.

Ryochan salivated slightly at the sight. Which she told herself, was crazy. She’d seen Ranma’s tits a hundred times, why should a hint of skin get her turned on. And boy, she was turned on. It sure felt weird as a girl, the wet warm feeling between her legs, a slight ache in her lower belly. Her breasts feeling like someone was blowing them up like balloons. She wanted to push aside Ranma’s shirt and latch onto the little nub hidden under the fabric and suck it till she hit milk.

“Uh, uh,” Ranma admonished her, skipping backward out of the way of Ryochan’s reaching fingers. “First you show me what you got.”

Ryochan blushed. With a quick flip of her hands she pulled her shirt wide open, and then closed it. But not before Nabiki’s camera lens clicked.

“No, no!” Ranma said. “You’re not waving away flies. You’re trying to get me hot so I’ll let you get close enough to catch. Like this.” Once again Ranma pulled her shirt aside, taking her time and directing a languorous look Ryochan’s way.

Ranma was a bit surprised to find out how much she was enjoying teasing Ryochan. Maybe it was because she still thought of him as a guy, even in that body. Or maybe it was because the poor dope was getting so hot and bothered from just a flash of titties. When it came to sex starved perverts, Ranma could resist anything except temptation. “Come on.” she cajoled. “You can do it.”

Ryochan tried again, this time turning slightly and pulling her shirt down off a shoulder, revealing the upper swell of her breast, but stopping just short of showing anything that a bathing suit wouldn’t cover. Click went Nabiki’s camera.

“Nabiki!” Ryochan protested, pulling her shirt up again.

“Don’t be shy,” Nabiki replied. “Work that body, show me what you got, baby.” Nabiki was moving around Ryochan and Ranma, taking shots from different angles. “Oooh, cleavage,” Nabiki purred, taking a quick shot.

As Nabiki was currently behind her, Ryochan didn’t understand at first, but then she became aware of a slight draft. Her waist was much thinner as a girl, but her hips were as wide, if not wider, so her pants had slipped down till they were hanging low on her ass, giving a sight similar, but much more lovely, to the one offered by many plumbers on the job. Ryochan snatched at her waist band, pulling her pants up. But, in so doing she let go of her shirt, which sagged open. Her breasts spilled out like puppies out an open door. Eager for some fresh air and playtime.

“Oh, yea, that’s the stuff!’ Nabiki cheered, snapping a quick half dozen shots and then popping a new flash card into her camera. “Perfect, perfect. Guys love girls who are falling out of their clothes.”

“Well, Ryouga sure does, when he’s not ripping them off,” Ranma’s voice said, right before her small hands took hold of Ryochan’s pants and tugged them free of the blonde’s hands, and down to her knees.

“Eeeep,” Ryochan squealed as she swayed and fell forward, catching herself on the back of the couch, while leaning over the seat with her knees resting on the lip. She spread her legs as far as the pants would allow to keep her balance.

Nabiki snapped a quick dozen shots, zooming in on Ryochan’s firm ass. Nicely tanned,” she thought to herself. As a matter of fact, all of Ryochan’s exposed skin was a lovely tanned color. Great for beach shots. Nabiki dropped slightly so she could get a shot of Ryochan’s blushing face as she twisted it around to stare back at Nabiki. It also let Nabiki get a nice shot of the neat little purse of the pussy between Ryochan’s legs. It was sparsely covered in a fine down of blond hair that was the next thing to invisible.

Ryochan turned, reaching down to grab her pants. For a second her balance was precarious, and Ranma grabbed her opportunity. She glomped Ryochan, forcing her back onto the seat of the couch. Her mouth came down and latched onto one of Ryochan’s big nipples.

Ryochan felt Ranma’s mouth on her and nearly yelled at the sudden intense sensation. Her first inclination to push the small girl away vanished. Instead, she wrapped her arms around the small girl’s head and crushed Ranma against her body, forcing even more of her tit into Ranma’s mouth.

Ranma was savoring the sweet salty taste of Ryochan’s sweat and the texture of her breast when she felt hands taking hold of her skirt. A yank and she was suddenly as bottomless as Ryochan. More so as the hands continued till they’d dragged her skirt right off. The rapid clicking of the camera let her know who was responsible. She vowed interesting revenge, and then went back to sucking on Ryochan’s big breast. She hated to admit it, but there was something primal about latching onto a big boob and suckling, and Ryochan’s generous attributes made doing so all the more satisfying. The big nipple she was suckling on was at least three times the size of her own and let her get a real good bit of suction going.

Nabiki was starring straight up between Ranma and Ryochan’s legs, snapping pictures of their perfect pussies, when she had a revelation. “What the hell am I doing?” she asked rhetorically. She gently set her camera down. With a shouted Banzai, she jumped on top of the girls. Wiggling, she cuddled down between Ranma and the back of the couch. Finding a free nipple, she latched on and did a taste test. Like Ranma, she found that Ryochan’s breasts were made to be nursed on. There was something so soothing about sucking on that big nub of flesh while Ryouga’s, no, Ryochan’s heart thudded away in her ear.

The now female Ryouga let her head rest backward on the couch, enjoying the feel of Ranma and Nabiki nursing on her attributes. Each suck seemed to pull something from all the way down in her groin. She’d never realized how sensitive Ranma’s tits were and felt a bit at guilt at some of things she’d done to the redhead. On the other hand, Ranma had seemed to enjoy them at the time. Maybe she’d better see how it felt when it happened to her before she felt guilt about it she decided.

Ryochan was not completely idle while she was considering this, however. A hand wondered down each girl’s back. One cupped Ranma’s ass, sliding down till she could slip a finger into her tight little asshole. The other hand wiggled its way under the waist band of Nabiki’s pants and panties and cupped a firm cheek, squeezing lightly. Ranma purred in appreciation, sending tremblers through Ryochan’s big globes. But after a while she felt the urge to move on other interesting places to nibble.

“Someone is feeling frisky,” Ranma chided, lifting her head from where she’d been nursing. She slipped backward, making Ryochan’s finger slip out of her ass with a pop, that was more felt than heard, which made her ooooh slightly. She continued to move backward letting Nabiki take her place fully on top of Ryochan. Her hands moved around Nabiki’s waist to find the button and zipper holding her pants shut. A second later Nabiki was bare from the waist down. She didn’t let it affect her nursing. Her oral desires had found an outlet and she wasn’t about to let go.

Ranma gently parted Ryochan’s legs and guided Nabiki till she was laying cupped between them, her sex and Ryochan’s golden bush inches apart. The contrast between neatly shaven, styled and black as night with fine gold curls that were barely there was very artistic she thought. Feeling mischievous, she then picked up Nabiki’s cameras and began to take some shots of her own.

Nabiki felt both of Ryochan’s hands cupping her bottom, pulling her tight against the other girl’s groin. She flushed as she heard her camera clicking, but from arousal not embarrassment. Nabiki had discovered early in their games that she was as much an exhibitionism as a voyeur. She had already started day-dreaming about risky public sex. As long as they were disguised, it wouldn’t come back to haunt her reputation, and god, it would be so hot. She sucked harder on Ryochan’s fat nipple. She was beginning to see what her sister saw in this sort of thing. She wouldn’t want it as steady diet, it wasn’t as filling as a nice meaty cock, but it was certainly different and fun.

Ranma obviously was feeling the same way as she put down the camera and slipped out of her own shirt. Getting right down to the bare necessities. A second later she swung a leg over Ryochan’s head and poised, her pussy just above the big girl’s face. She waited till Ryochan’s nose twitched and her eyes opened before she lowered herself down onto Ryochan’s mouth. She enjoyed the sight of Ryochan’s wide eyes as she muffled any potential protest with her muff. “Scream if you want, baby, it’ll just make it feel all the better,” she said in a rough voice, repeating a line Ryouga had used a time or two in their games. Ryochan didn’t scream, but she did nip Ranma slightly to teach her manners. She then got busy with her tongue.

Ryouga noticed that Ranma tasted different now that she herself was a girl. Not unpleasantly, just different. That aside, this was a familiar occupation that her new gender hadn’t altered in the least. She eagerly lapped at Ranma’s cunt, using her tongue to delve into every nook and cranny it could reach. At some point Nabiki stopped sucking on her tits. A cold draft made them crinkle even more as Nabiki’s spit cooled on them, but Ryochan was warmed by the kisses Nabiki planted down her belly as she slid out from under Ryochan’s hands and eased herself down till she could nuzzle her own face into Ryochan’s golden curls, and for Nabiki the golden part was a real turn on.

Nabiki brought her fingers into play and parted Ryochan’s engorged outer lips, exposing the pretty pink inside. The tips of her fingers disappeared in Ryochan’s foliage and she made a mental note to demonstrate the fun of being shaved to the other girl. She was already as good as bare, might as well go for the real thing. Her face dipped and she licked. “Mmmm,” She murmured in pleased surprise at the sweet/salty taste.

Ranma’s ass was resting on Ryochan’s breasts as she pulled the other girl’s head up so Ryochan could continue to eat her out. If she closed her eyes she could imagine it was Ryouga’s male side doing the chewing, but the soft flesh under her ass made that a hard illusion to keep. She found it didn’t matter. Clamping her knees on either side of Ryochan’s head to hold her in place she reached up and fondled her own breasts as she rode Ryochan’s face to climax. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she cried out as her body shook with release. She sagged forward resting her hands on the couch’s arm while she panted to gain her breath. Her juices ran over Ryochan’s face, those that the blonde failed to lick up.

Ryochan found that she was becoming far more confident in her new body. It was hard to judge, but if she wasn’t as strong as before she still seemed to have enough to spare. Taking hold of Ranma’s waist she easily lifted the little girl off her face and tossed her halfway across the room. Ranma, of course, spun in the air and made a perfect landing, but she didn’t look happy at being left out of the scene. Ryochan wasn’t paying any attention. Sitting up she leaned over till she could take hold of Nabiki’s waist. With a bulging of feminine biceps, she lifted Nabiki into the air and spun her in place. Laying back down she tugged Nabiki’s legs up on either side of her face and dove into a fresh batch of warm pussy.

Nabiki had been startled at being picked up and handled so easily. But, she didn’t let that stop her from diving back in when Ryochan lowered her back down in a classic 69 position.

“Humph, guess I’m a fifth wheel,” Ranma grumbled. She picked up the camera and took a few shots, but she was in the mood for some more active participation. Maybe it was time for the main event. The two girls were too busy to notice Ranma leave.

Nabiki shuddered as an orgasm shook her body, but she kept her face down and her tongue busy. Soon, she was rewarded by Ryochan’s body shuddering. The blonde let out a sharp gasp, blowing air into Nabiki’s cunt. The hands holding Nabiki’s legs clenched and a shrill cry escaped Ryochan as she experienced her first female orgasm. Nabiki felt quite smug.

“Mind if I cut in,” A male voice asked, and Nabiki looked up to find herself staring at Ranma’s very erect penis.

A grin crossed Nabiki’s face, and she was about to answer, ‘sure, that’s why Ryouga did this, isn’t it?’ but just in time remembered that was supposed to be a secret. So instead she slipped off of Ryochan’s plush curves and gestured to Ryochan’s well licked pussy. “Help yourself, I’ve got the engine running, now give it some stick.”

Ryochan’s eyes opened wide as Nabiki slid off her body and she got a look at Ranma standing there with his stiff cock jutting proudly into the air. Part of her cheered, but another part was suddenly very, very nervous about this. “Wait,” she cried out, closing her legs and crossing them.

“Have waited, Waiting over,” Ranma grunted as he pried her legs open and moved in between them. He had to strain to do it, but he managed.

Ryochan found herself breathing in quick sharp gasps as she felt Ranma’s hands force her legs apart, his masculine thighs rubbing against her smoother more sensitive legs as he placed a knee on the couch and leaned up between her legs while pushing them up and out till he could hook them over his shoulders. A feeling of incredible vulnerability filled Ryochan and she was on the verge of a panic attack when she looked up into Ranma’s eyes, and saw the affection and desire for her that hid under the cheerful lecher act. What was she doing. This was what she wanted. What she’d longed for, to feel Ranma take his pleasure in her body, just as Ryochan had so often in Ranma-chan’s. Trying to control her breathing she relaxed back against the couch.

Nabiki was standing right behind the pair, recording the event for posteriority, and maybe a handful of yen as well for the ones that showed no faces. One hand kept clicking while the other slid down to her damp pussy and started stroking as the head of Ranma’s cock nestled up against Ryochan’s pink flesh. She heard Ryochan gasp, and saw Ranma’s ass flex as he eased into her, parting the pink flesh and doing the old disappearing trick. Ryochan was much larger than the other two girls. But, even so the head of Ranma’s cock looked huge as it moved into her small slit.

Ryochan cried out and dug her hands into the couch, tearing the strained fabric in places. She gritted her teeth. It hurt, but in a real good way. The feel of Ranma inside her was better than she’d ever imagined, and she’d imagined a whole lot. A sharp cry escaped her as Ranma shoved forward and her brand new virginity was sundered.

“Are you ok,” Ranma asked in concern, fighting the urge to sink himself to the roots, but there had been real pain in that last cry.

Ryochan looked up at him with eyes that glistened slightly with unshed tears. Giving a nod, she said. “I’m fine. I want you in me all the way.” She gave a gasp as Ranma complied, slipping more of his big cock up her formerly virgin passageway.

Ranma rocked back and forth, using Ryochan’s muscular legs as support as he rolled her ass up off the couch slightly. Each little motion settled more and more of him into her, and before long he felt his balls nestling up against her ass. “You are so fucking tight,” he whispered hoarsely. He rested against her, enjoying the snugness and warmth of her perfect pussy while letting Ryochan get used to his size. He could feel her pulse through his dick as she clenched and relaxed around him, and it made his cock twitch in reaction.

Nabiki let out soft curse as she ran out of storage space and realized she had no more empty flash drives. Oh well, she’d gotten the best part. She stared back at the sight of Ranma buried to the roots in Ryochan’s blond pussy and like Ranma-chan earlier felt a bit left out. “To bad some of us can’t just use a little water to change our options, she grumbled. Then she remembered. Her eyes widened as she stared over at the crate on the table. Did she dare? Did she dare not to? Hell no.

Ranma slowly eased himself backward, frowning as he looked down and saw his cock was stained red, as were Ryochan’s thighs. “Hell, you’re bleeding!” he would have pulled all the way out but Ryochan’s legs flipped off his shoulders and wrapped around his waist.

“Don’t you dare!” Ryochan gasped. “I was a virgin, stupid. And as untouched as it’s possible to be. Now fuck me damn it.”

“If you say so, but let me know if I hurt you too much.” Ranma said as he eased himself back down, sliding into Ryochan with one long motion. She gasped under him and her eyes went wide with pleasure, her pupils dilating. Her training and life experience made it easy for her to ignore the pain and soreness and focus purely on the wonderful feeling of Ranma’s cock moving inside her brand new cunt. Encouraged Ranma eased out, and then in, repeating the motion over and over.

“oh, oh, oh god, god, god, I’m oh, oh, Christ!’ Ryochan babbled as Ranma felt her clench around him like a vice. Unable to hold back, he blasted his sperm into her, which triggered another orgasm on Ryochan’s part. Her cunt milked him dry, drawing every drop he had into her eager belly. No fear that he might have just knocked her up spoiled his moment. Like himself her curse made it near impossible to get pregnant. A simple splash of warm water would remove any chance of that.

Suddenly drained Ranma slipped down till he was resting on top of Ryochan, her breasts flattened under his chest. He kissed her forehead, and then moved down and planted a long wet one on her mouth, which she returned with devouring eagerness. Her own tongue thrust into his mouth to wrestle with his tongue. Her hands reached up and wrapped around Ranma’s neck pulling him into a tight embrace as she continued to kiss him frantically.

“This a private party, or can anyone join?” a strange masculine voice asked.

Ranma was off Ryochan in a flash, his prick pulling out of her sopping vessel with a pop, letting sperm, and juices tinted red with her virgin blood flow out of her distended well fucked sex. Standing a few feet away was a tall slender boy, very good looking in a bishoen sort of way. He was fully nude, and with a cock at least as long as Ranma’s if a maybe a bit more slender sticking out fully erect.

The man hastily held up a hand and said, “Wait, wait, I’m a lover not a fighter, Ranma-chan.” The words didn’t have much affect, but the torn open pouch he was holding out in front of himself did. Ranma took a closer look at the ‘strange’ man, especially the weird hair style, for a guy, he was sporting.

Ranma relaxed. “If you’re going to be using that stuff, Nabiki, you might want to change the way wear your hair,” He said in a casual voice. He looked over to where Ryochan was splayed on the couch, one leg hanging over the edge and a goofy grin on her face as Ranma’s sperm dribbled out of her well fucked twat. “How about it, Ryochan, You want to let Nabiki test drive his new bod on your new bod?”

“Huh?” Ryochan said in puzzlement. Slowly her eyes came into focus and she noticed the guy with Ranma. Enough of the conversation had trickled through that she only had a small shock at being exposed to a stranger before saying. “Nabiki, is that really you.”

Nab lifted his hands and did a pirouette, showing off his lean muscular body and tight ass to her gaze. “In the flesh he said. You like?”

Ryochan was sore, but as her eyes roamed over Nab’s features and slender body, she decided that it would be well worth it. “Oh yeah, I like. Now come here and fuck me.”

Nab blinked, suddenly self conscious. “Well, ah, I.” he stammered. He suddenly realized that while it had seemed a good, and kinky, idea at the time. He didn’t have any idea of how to go on from this point. Oh, he knew the fundamentals. Stick it in and go up and down. But just walking down the stairs had given him some problems with his shifted balance, he was not sure if he was up to anything as complicated as fucking the busty blond who was waiting for him with wide open legs and a big smile on her face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll steer,” Ranma-chan’s feminine voice purred as her hands circled Nabiki and took hold of his cock. She’d used some drinking water to change and was now eager to give Ryochan, and Nabs, a bit more fun. She pressed her tits against his back and urged him toward the couch. “That’s it, get between her legs and lay down on top of her.” She coached.

Ryochan encouraged Nabs by reaching out and slipping her arms around his neck, pulling him down till his chest was crushed against her breasts. At the same time Ranma-chan steered with perfect aim and Ryochan and Nabs both gasped at the same time as his new member found her hole and sank into her body.

“Oh, this feels strange,” Nabiki stuttered in surprise.

“Just as strange from this end,” Ryochan panted. “Now fuck me, dumbass.”

Nab did. Clumsily, but Ranma-chan was there to make sure everything stayed where it was suppose to be and soon Ryochan came, her sensitive nerves rubbed raw by Ranma’s earlier fuck. Nabs was right behind her as he spilled his seed into her belly with many grunts and jerky motions. It was quick, but neither party was complaining as they relaxed in the after glow.

“That was interesting,” Nabs said once he’d recovered his voice.

“Oh yeah,” Ryochan agreed fervently, then added. “Let’s do it again!”

Author’s notes:

About Cologne’s chat room friends.
They were Ataru Moriboshi, and Rei’s Grandfather from Sailor Moon.

As well, if it is not already obvious by now this is a porn world story. Meaning that sex happens at the drop of a hat, and no one really questions why. And situations that would be impossible in the real world, like posing three teen-age girls in the middle of a Restaurant, even an abandoned one, are taken in a matter of fact manner.

Finally. I have enough material to keep posting this all summer, but if you have any interest in seeing it continue past what was posted over at the Anime Adventure please give me feedback and encouragement. Makes it a lot easier to get motivated if I have a fan base who is interested in making the effort to say so.
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