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Caution, Extreme sex ahead. Enter at your own risk.

Nabiki was bored, Ryouga and Ranma had gone off a few days before. Or rather Ryouga had, and Ranma had gone looking for him, or her, as the case may be. Which was why she was sitting alone in Ryouga’s basement, cataloguing the contents of the chest they’d stolen from Shampoo.

Nabiki’s jealousy gene had part of her mind convinced that the two of them were shacked up in some love-motel screwing their brains out. She was working hard to suppress that idea. It smacked to much of Akane’s dog in the manger attitude toward Ranma, but it was hard, she kept visualizing different scenarios in her mind, and given the options open to Ranma and Ryouga, there were a lot of variations. She shifted on her chair, clenching her thighs.

Ok, make that bored, and horny. “Damn it, I was a virgin for eighteen years. I can go a week without getting desperate for a hard fuck.” she told herself. Her body didn’t agree. It wanted to get laid, and it wanted to get laid now!

Eager for distraction, Nabiki pulled the very last pouch from the box. “Hmmm, another spring of drowned horse. Someone must really like bare-back riding.” she drawled sarcastically as she added it to the other half-dozen horse pouches. She stood up and bent over to pick up the now empty crate As she did she noticed that the packing material lining the bottom of the box had writing on it. Eager for anything that would distract her from imagining Ranma fucking Ryochan, and Ryouga fucking Ranma-chan, and Ryochan and Ranma-chan fucking each other, she extracted it. An eyebrow arched as she discovered that what she’d taken for a sheet of newsprint was actually a badly put together book. Very home made in appearance. She idly glanced at the cover.

Nabiki blinked, and checked again. She’d made a point of learning to read Chinese in the last few months. Or at least trying to. It wasn’t as easy as she’d thought it would be. As it turned out it wasn’t necessary in this case as the title was in English. *Kama-Sutra, Jusenkyo Version.* One of Nabiki’s eyebrows twitched, and she opened the book at random.

“Say what!” Nabiki exclaimed, staring at a picture that featured a man with a nest of penis tentacles jutting from his groin servicing a half dozen girls in various positions. Certain she was holding a home made Hentai Manga, she worked to decipher the writing under the picture. Both eyebrows rose as she managed to read enough to discover it was a recipe for mixing various dried powders, and instructions on how to apply the resulting solution to arrive at the desired result.

Her curiosity aroused, Nabiki leafed through the booklet, and found herself actually blushing at some of what she found inside. “My, oh my. Akane and her friends are even kinkier than I imagined.” Nabiki drawled as she took in the picture of a girl bent over a wooden frame being serviced by a huge, in all ways, Centaur. A wet pressure between her legs reminded her that she was suppose to ‘not be thinking about sex’ Closing the book, she slipped it between the cushions of the couch for safe keeping and later perusal. As she bent over to do so, her stomach rumbled, and then growled loudly as she became aware of another ache her body was suffering from beside the one between her legs.

“Ok, so I’m bored, horny, and hungry. What are you going to do about it Nabiki?” She could call take out and seduce the take-out boy, but with her luck he’d be some senior earning spare cash, and who hadn’t gotten it up in years. Besides, the few studs she did know working delivery were all students at Furinkan, which made the idea unthinkable. Nabiki was not about to throw away her reputation for a little sex. “They likely couldn’t get it up more than four times, anyway,” she mused.

Nabiki wasn’t really aware of it, having been a virgin, but Ranma and Ryouga had sort of spoiled her for boys with normal endurance. Their insanely toned bodies sometimes seemed like unstoppable sex machines. Both of them seemed to have unlimited virility. In her own case Jusenkyo instant man powder seemed to act as a sort of magical viraga giving the person cursed better than average stamina. Nabiki thought four times in a hour to be perfectly normal for a male.

Nabiki’s stomach grumbled again, reminding her she had a beast to feed. “Damn it, I guess I’ll have to do a run by home and have Kasumi feed me up. To bad she isn’t a brother, maybe she could scratch my other two itches at the same time. It certainly wouldn’t be boring that was sure. Her big sister was not the unimaginative housekeeper everyone thought. Kasumi had a side of her that no one else as far as Nabiki knew was aware of.

Nabiki had come home early from school one day and discovered Kasumi entertaining the propane delivery man. She’d been on her knees, his cock deep in her mouth while his hands were tangled in her hair as he fucked her face hard. Her rucked up skirt and sperm covered thighs showed her mouth was not her first orifice he’d visited. The rough way he was acting, and the torn panties around one of Kasumi’s ankle had a coldly furious Nabiki reaching for the phone, and the police, when the man had finished and drawn his cock out of Kasumi’s mouth.

Kasumi has smiled as she licked the end of his cock, and said. “That was nice, are you sure you have to go.”

The man had looked tempted, but had reluctantly said, “Sorry Kasumi-chan, I’m way behind, but . . .Same next month?” He asked, almost begging.

“Of course, you are always welcome to whatever you want here,” Kasumi had said pleasantly.

Some careful surveillance had revealed that Kasumi was ‘raped’ at least once every two week or three weeks. Nabiki at the time had simply shoved the fact to the back of her mind, along with the fact that her other sister was a raging dyke. She couldn’t make money off of it, and she wasn’t going to stoop to blackmail of that level against her sisters, so she left them to it, and tried not to think about it, till now.

While Nabiki had been musing, she’d been busy storing the assorted powders away. She now looked down to find the last one in her hands, some spring of drowned man. Her eyes narrowed, Did she dare?

“Hello, may I help you?” Kasumi asked the strange looking boy standing on their stoop. Almost against her will her eyes looked up past his eyes to his bizarre hair. It had been heavily treated with holding gel and stuck straight up in a collection of ragged spikes. With some effort she pulled her sight away from his hairstyle and looked him in the eyes.

The boy, dressed in a senior boy’s school uniform, with the collar and sleeves rolled up, shifted a toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other and ran his eyes up and down Kasumi’s body with appreciation. “Name’s Na, Messenger, just call me Messenger. Looking for a Nabiki Tendo,”

Kasumi blushed prettily. It was always nice to be admired, and he was a very nice looking boy, in spite of his hair. To bad he wasn’t here to see her. “I’m sorry, Nabiki is not home,” Kasumi said, but not eager to have this nice boy leave, she added. “You can come in and wait if you want.”

“Oh, I want,” the boy said, walking into the house and making Kasumi step back. His body brushed by her’s as he did, and Kasumi’s breasts rubbed against his arm. Kasumi felt that old familiar urge trembling in her.

“You all alone?” the boy asked, looking around the room as if expecting an ambush.

“My sisters are away, and my father and his friend are visiting another old friend.” That was very wrong of her. Telling a rough looking boy like this that she alone was dangerous. Who knew what he’d do to her. Kasumi felt a little shiver of anticipation. “Can I get you anything?” she offered.

The tall handsome boy rubbed his belly, “I am sort of hungry. You got anything to eat?”

“Of course?”

“Ahhh, now that was good eating,” the boy said in satisfaction pushing the last empty bowl away from him..”

While preparing his meal, Kasumi had unbuttoned the top two fasteners on her dress, and was showing a lot of cleavage. Now she leaned forward from where she’d been sipping tea, and asked, “can I get you something else?”

While Kasumi was offering some hospitality to her sister, all unknowing, her other sister was examining her life, and how it was turning out.

Surprisingly, Akane was happy, or sort of. If someone had told her two weeks ago that she’d enjoy doing what she was currently doing, she’d have pushed their face in. A week ago she might have gotten really violent.

During her first week at the Cat Café she had, on no less than three occasions, ended up standing in the middle of the dining room nude, and pinned in place with Cologne’s needles. If it had not been for the fact that the No touching rule applied to decorations, as opposed to mobile waitresses, she dreaded to think what might have occurred.

What had happened was bad enough. The no touching rule only applied to customers. Waitresses were another matter. Every time Shampoo had a chance she’d passed by Akane, and each time Akane had gained a new bruise on her ass or tits from where Shampoo had casually pinched her. Either because of her cat curse, or because it was simply her nature, Shampoo could not resist torturing helpless prey.

Mind you, Akane had gotten her revenge. Her lips curled up in a smug smile as she recalled Shampoo’s muffled squeals and cries as Akane had driven the twelve inch strap on up her ass that night. Shampoo had been helpless to resist, what with her wrists tied to her ankles. Her cries had been muffled because Ukyou was using the smaller strap on to face fuck the bound Amazon. Ah, good times.

But, as it was, the experience was bad enough that she’d managed to finally master her temper, and to her surprise discovered that her skill levels had skyrocketed.

She could now make it through an entire shift without a hand touching her butt, unless it was female, and attached to a good looking girl. She was constantly amazed at how easy it was to react when her vision wasn’t clouded with red. The only down side was the fact that she hadn’t seen, or touched, Ranma-chan in two months. And that sort of spoiled the pleasure she was taking from her new skill level. She longed to spar with the red-head, show her that she was not the only one who could learn to dodge like a greased pig. To hear her laughter and insults.

Why oh why had she treated Ranma so bad. If she’d taken the time, she was sure she could have converted Ranma into a great sex partner, and a real friend. Oh, if only she could get another chance, she’d take it. She even let Ranma stick his thing in her, if it meant she could once again taste her sweet red-muffin.

Shampoo was not so happy as Akane. She spent day in and day out surrounded by horny guys, who’s hands wandered to whatever they could reach, which was fun, for a few minutes, but became painful torture afterwards as Shampoo was forbidden to drag anyone into the back room for a quick session, and even worse, business was so good they no longer did deliveries. Oh how she missed those deliveries to lonely horny bachelors. They were all so grateful for the service Shampoo provided and tipped big bucks. And while none of them were all that skilled pent up lust and enthusiasm could substitute in quantity what it missed on quality.

If it had been possible to rape the willing than what Akane and Ukyou did to her every night would have counted as such. That was some relief, but Shampoo was feeling the lack of male meat like a druggy without a fix. With no Instant Man water, she couldn’t even change Ukyou and get any relief that way. God, she missed the huge hunk of meat Ukyou swung around when she was a guy. Ukyou was skilled with the strap on, but it just wasn’t the same as live meat. Having her and Akane double fuck her two or three times a night kept her sane, but only just. Mind, you, that session a few nights before had almost done the job. Maybe she should see if she couldn’t make Akane that mad again.

Some would argue that Shampoo was not the most sane person in the world.

If only she hadn’t screwed things up with Ranma. Shampoo would wake at night, almost able to taste Ranma’s cock, and tears would run down her cheeks. Life was so cruel. She had been so foolish. Living in a smorgasborg of sexual partners, getting more sex than she’d ever had before, she’d taken Ranma for granted, despite his talents, and now they were lost to her. How she wish she’d done things differently. If she ever got another chance, she swore she’d not be so foolish.

Ukyou was happy, mostly. She had two hot girls sharing her bed at night, but, she found she missed the pleasure she got turning into a guy and letting Shampoo have it good. It was fun to toss Shampoo’s legs over her shoulders and drive her double ended strap on deep into the girl’s cunt or ass, while at the same time fucking herself, but it wasn’t the same as doing it with the real thing, and while she wouldn’t admit it, she even missed being on the receiving end of some nice warm male meat on occasion.

She had to face it, she’d screwed up big time. She’d had a good thing, and gone and spoiled it. Sooner or later Ranma would have come around to understanding how perfect Ukyou was. And Ukyou would have had all the stiff cock and sweet pussy she could handle. But, she’d gotten greedy and rushed and had opted for quantity over quality. She swore if Ranma ever forgave her, she’d be his devoted partner for life.

“Achoo, Achooo, Achooooo,” Ranma-chan sneezed so hard that she felt like her nose was about to fly off. “Dang,” she swore, wiping the snot away with her sleeve. “What the fuck was that?”

“That stupid trick won’t work on me. I’m ready for you this time.” Ryochan snarled at Ranma from across their campfire. They were in the middle of the woods in a small clearing dotted with the shattered remains of boulders and trees. Ryochan was in a defensive posture, her fists raised and her legs spread in a stance that left her ready to leap in any direction. She was wearing her, or rather, Ryouga’s standard outfit, but it was a patchwork of cloth held together with rough stitching with missing pieces here and there. The top in particular was not much more than a halter barely restraining her forty-four inch tits.

“As if I need a trick to beat you.” Ranma scoffed. She ran her eyes up and down Ryochan’s barely covered body. “I don’t know why you bother stitching that outfit back together every morning. I’m just going to end up ripping it off you before I fuck you bowlegged again.”

Ryochan gritted her teeth in anger. A week ago she’d gotten lost, but thanks to the dozens of guys who had walked into traffic and utility poles along her path Ranma had easily tracked her down the first day. Instead of going back to her house, he had suggested they go up into the mountains to train for a while so she could get used to her new body and the way it moved. As she felt like she was constantly on the verge of falling over from the weight of her huge tits, and the change in her body’s center of balance that sounded like a good idea to her. As had been the suggestion that they would have a bit of private play time to compensate for those times when she was going to get lost and miss out on the fun between Ranma and Nabiki.

The problem was that it turned out Ranma’s idea of training was to rip her clothes off and rape her over and over. The rape she didn’t mind at all. It was the lecture he delivered at the same time on all the way’s she’d screwed up fighting him. After a week of that the only thing she wanted was to grind Ranma’s face into the dirt and make him cry uncle. And seeing as how Ranma had just made a huge mistake she might just get her chance.

“That’s going to be a bit hard to do. What with you being a girl right now. Do you really think I’m going to let you get to that water?” She said giving a nod to where a pot of water was steaming over the camp fire.

“You’ve been so fucking pathetic I had to do something to make it interesting. Heck, I’ll even give you a head start,” Ranma-chan said, backing up five feet further from the fire. And giving Ryochan a smirking smile.

“Oh, you are so going to pay,” The busty blond growled. “When the next leaf falls and hits the ground, right?”

“That’s right,” Ranma said and her smile got wider, making a shiver run up Ryochan’s back. Ranma-chan always got that look just before she did something unexpected. Ryochan’s fear was justified as Ranma lashed out with a side kick at the tree next to her. It shivered and a hundred leaves or so started to fall to the ground.”

Ryochan’s eyes darted from leaf to leaf, trying to figure out which one would hit first. If she missed, and Ranma’s didn’t she’d never make up the difference the head start would give the red-head. Even if it was only a fraction of a second. It was going to be tough enough as it was. It never occurred to her that Ranma might cheat, or for that matter, that she could. Accepting the rules of a challenge was fundamental to both of them. Neither one of them would move till a leaf hit the ground, but which leaf would be first.

There, fluttering to the ground, the first one. And luck was shining her way, it was behind Ranma. It hit, and all hell broke loose.

Ryochan’s powerful legs shoved her toward the campfire. Ranma, reacting to her sudden sprint followed, a tiny fraction of a second a behind. Ranma bent low as she ran and her hands snatched two pebbles from the ground. She threw them like bullets, one from each hand. Each caught Ryochan smack in the tits, right on her nipples. Blazing pain set the girl’s chest on fire but she ignored it as she stooped in turn and snatched up a rock which she threw in her turn at Ranma. Only this was no pebble. It weighed more than Ranma did. Ranma leapfrogged over the rock as if it were a vaulting horse in the gym. The divergence cost her another fraction of a second and Ryochan reached the boiling pot before her. The blonde didn’t pause but threw the water into the air in front of her and ran right through the scalding shower. Her body rippled as it went from knockout blonde bombshell to powerhouse male. Ranma was just coming down from leaping over the tossed rock when Ryouga’s up swung fist caught her in the belly like a sledgehammer, folding her around his clenched hand and driving all the air out of her lungs at the same time it caused her diaphragm to seize up paralyzing her body for just a moment.

Elapsed time, three tenths of a second.

Still running in high gear Ryouga wrapped his hand around the back of Ranma’s neck. Picking her up he whirled and slammed her belly down over a fallen tree, The thick trunk slammed into her stomach, jarring her diaphragm and restarting it. She drew in a huge whooping breath even as Ryouga dragged her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together with one of his bandanas. Grabbing the waistband of her pants he dragged them down her legs, boxers and all. The elastic bands around her pants cuffs caused the cloth to tangle around her ankles and he stepped on them to pin her most dangerous weapons, her legs, in place. Her toes were a good six inches off the ground but there was more than enough fabric to not only reach the dirt, but to allow her legs to spread wide enough to let him get between them.

Elapsed time, one and a half seconds.

Ryouga let out his breath in a long controlled stream as he came down from the rush of explosive action. Only then did he let himself appreciate the sight of Ranma draped helplessly over the fallen tree, her ass, bare, vulnerable and the perfect height to get screwed. The small red-head was still drawing deep gasping breaths in an effort to recover from Ryouga’s brutal blow.

Keeping a firm grip on the scruff of Ranma’s neck, Ryouga forced his free hand between her legs and cupping her cunt with the palm of his hand while he drove his forefinger deep into her well lubricated twat. He chuckled at the evidence of her arousal, and said, “What is it you’ve been telling me all week, Ranma? Over and over again? Now that I’m a girl some of the times I’ve got to get used to the idea that there might be certain consequences to losing a fight. As I remember you were usually saying that as you shoved your cock into me.”

“I don’t recall you complaining at the time.” Ranma said, giving a slight gasp as Ryouga twisted his finger inside her clutching vagina.

“I’m not complaining now. I’m just reviewing the rules.” Ryouga said with a smirk as he removed his finger from her cunt and used his hand to undo his pants and slide them down far enough to let his cock spring free. Once that was done he started to finger fuck Ranma again causing her to squirm on top of the bark covered log as he worked her into a lather of sexual arousal. Every now and then he’d pull his fingers free and transfer some of her juices to his thick cock shaft till eventually it was completely coated. Only then did he shuffle around till his legs were between Ranma’s, being careful to always keep at least one foot on her pants. Ranma might have regretted it but if she could she’d escape from his clutches. It was part of the training, and the game.

Ranma felt Ryouga nudge between her legs and her heart sped up even faster than it already was in anticipation. She felt the familiar sensation of his thick soft mushroom capped cock nuzzling between her outer lips and finding the entrance to her cunt. “Ahhhhhhhh,” she cried out, her tone verging on screaming, as Ryouga brutally shoved inside her. This wasn’t going to be one of their slow and gentle sessions it would seem. No mystery there, not after the way she’d spent all week winding the lost boy up. She gave a groan as he pulled backward out of her twat. Her flesh clung tightly to him as if reluctant to allow him retreat from her body.

No matter how often Ryouga fucked her Ranma still found it hard to believe that he could actually get that monster into her small body. It was never easy. She always felt on the verge of being ripped open, but it always fit in the end. And once she loosened up a little bit and he could start really pumping the initial discomfort was forgotten, lost in the incredible pleasure that she could get nowhere else, from no one else. Not that she had any other guys to compare him too, at least not at fucking. But she figured the way they fought was a pretty good indication and no one could make her work up a sweat like Ryouga.

“UHHHH!” Ranma grunted as Ryouga slammed back into her. Pulling her mind back to the present. He pushed in to the root and forced the air from her lungs as he punched her body from the inside. His heavy balls swung forward to slap against the underside of her pussy. His coarse pubic hairs brushing against her erect clit and sending a flash of pleasure through her torso and up to the tips of her breasts where they were flattened against the tree trunk she was draped over.

Ryouga leaned forward and reached out to take hold of Ranma’s pig-tail. Yanking back he pulled her head up till her eyes were staring straight ahead. Using her hair like a set of reins he started to ride her hard. His thick cock plunging in and out of her tight vessel. Ranma let out a stream of steady grunts as he slammed her belly into the tree trunk on each inward penetration. The feel of her snug warm flesh wrapped around his aching dong was, as always, a little slice heaven on earth. While Nabiki was lots of fun to fuck physically she was no match for Ranma. It wasn’t just about how tight she was either, the brown haired girl was plenty tight. It was what she could take. He had to be careful not to hurt her, and having to exercise that restraint kept him from really letting loose and enjoying himself. There was no need for that with Ranma, as he demonstrated over the next five minutes of balls to the wall fucking. He shuttled his cock in and out of her petite body as fast as his hips could move. His ass clenched tight as his thigh muscles powered him back and forth. Her inner pink flesh was drawn out and forced back in as he stroked, and soon he was gasping in time with Ranma’s grunts.

Ranma had been anticipating hot and hard sex from the moment she’d dreamed up the hot water scenario, so she was already half-way to orgasm when Ryouga had first penetrated her. It didn’t take her very long to go all the way and her muscles jerked and contracted as a powerful wave of pleasure sent a shudder through her body. Her cunt clenched tight around Ryouga’s thick meat which increased the sensation and rapidly induced yet another powerful orgasm.

Even Ryouga’s stamina had its limit. Especially as he hadn’t been able to let his little soldier out to fight since getting his new curse. Feeling Ranma clench tightly around him as she reached orgasm was enough to send him over the edge. “Yes, take it, you little slut,” he cried out as he drove himself one final time into Ranma. His ass clenched and relaxed in time to the spurts of spunk he shot directly into Ranma’s womb. And no little teaspoon sized shots. His loads tended to be huge and he filled her to the brim before the last jet of sperm exited his throbbing cock.

Ryouga slumped forward, incidentally pinning Ranma firmly in place against the fallen tree. He could feel her inner muscles pulsing and contracting around his semi-hard shaft as her body continued to experience aftershocks from the powerful orgasm she’d experienced.

Despite his behavior to the contrary sometimes Ryouga was not a vicious person, or someone who got a sexual charge out of cruelty, but over the course of their game playing he had come to the conclusion that there was more than a touch of masochist in Ranma-chan’s make up. Pain, in a sexual context, turned her on and got her off big time. He could only attribute it to her upbringing. Back when they were both kids about the only time he ever saw Genma praise Ranma was after he’d endured a particularly torturous training session. It was how the bastard was always able to talk Ranma into his insane training schemes. Even to this day there was a part of Ranma that yearned for his father’s approval.

Early on Ryouga had tried to show Ranma that soft gentle sex could be fun. Every time it was his turn to suggest a game he’d picked a scenario, such as newlyweds having their very first time, or teacher seducing female student. But while she had gone along with them, she had never really seemed to have that much fun with them. Even worse was that Ranma would insist on truly vicious scenario’s when it was her turn to choose. As if to make up for something she hadn’t gotten from the other game. Ryouga ended up feeling guilty for actually managing to get hard during those. He didn’t like to think he was the sort of person who could enjoy doing those things to a girl. But, there was no denying that part of him had indeed enjoyed the release those games offered. Ryouga had eventually given in and had stopped requesting what Ranma called girly games. For her part Ranma had backed off a bit on her game request. She still tended to select ones that were nastier than Ryouga would have chosen, but not as extreme as her previous ones.

Which was why Ryouga had no qualms about what he was about to do.

Ryouga reached forward and gently cupped Ranma’s head between his hands as he leaned far enough forward so his mouth was just an inch or so from her ear. “So, you don’t think I’m worthy of a real fight now? You have to throw me a bone like some sort of charity case?” he said, in a gentle tone that at the same time radiated pure menace. Ranma’s whole body stiffened for a second, her cunt clenching around his semi-erect cock as her leg muscles tightened in a fight or flee reflex.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ranma said, willing herself to relax. It was hard with the way Ryouga was pressing her against the fallen tree, his large muscular body spooned around hers. Not to mention his still really big cock throbbing away in her cunt, and if she didn’t mistake it, the thing was starting to harden up again.

“Why, that whole backing off five paces deal.”

“I was just trying to psyche you out. Make you too mad to think. You know. The usual. All fair in a real fight. You know that.”

“Right, and kicking a tree that had a branch hanging behind you so there was a good chance you wouldn’t be able to see the first leaf hit the ground.”

“So, I got overconfident and made a stupid mistake. I’m paying for it, ain’t I?”

“Oh, yeah, that huge orgasm you just had must have been agony. I don’t know how you could stand it without crying like a baby,” Ryouga said sarcastically.

“Ok, so maybe I got tired of doing all the work and you just laying back and enjoying it.”

“So, you wanted your girl side to get fucked?”

“Maybe.”

“But you couldn’t just be honest and play a game starting out with me as a guy and you as a girl. Instead you made it a challenge where the winner got to fuck the loser. And then you went and threw the fight on purpose. Is that what you’re saying?”

“It wasn’t quite like that,” Ranma said hastily, trying to come up with an excuse. As she did, Ryouga pulled back, drawing his now fully erect cock out of her cunt. A large amount of creamy sperm flowed from her distended orifice as he removed the blockage that had kept it trapped inside. “Hey, you don’t have to go away mad.” Ranma said in a worried tone. She used her stomach muscles to force her upper torso up and started to turn her head to look at Ryouga. Darn, she was still horny. Much as she hated doing it she’d have to apologize. That thought was cut off as the palm of Ryouga’s hand slammed down on the small of her back, forcing her back against the fallen tree trunk.

“Oh, I might be mad. But, I’m not going anywhere,” Ryouga growled as he placed both hands on Ranma’s hips, digging in his fingers good and solid. Using his thumbs he pulled Ranma’s ass apart, revealing the crinkled little opening to her ass. His pressed the tip of his well slimed cock to that opening, covering it completly.
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“Hey, now wait a seEEEEEEEHHHHHHAHHHHH,” this time Ranma did scream, loud and shrill as Ryouga pulled her back against him. He wasn’t fucking his cock into her. He was pulling her on to it. Like a Ranma shaped condom. The tendons in his forearms stood out clearly as he used all his prodigious strength to drag Ranma screaming and crying onto the huge shaft of his cock.

Ranma could have endured the brutal anal penetration in silence. But where was the fun in that. They were miles from nowhere and the game just begged for a screaming crying victim, so instead of doing the stoic thing, Ranma went with the extreme vocalization option.

The noises Ranma was making might have deterred Ryouga, if he hadn’t already discovered her preferences, and if he hadn’t felt the orgasm that shuddered through her body as he forced her back onto his thick meat. The only thing that made it possible was the thick coating of feminine juice and sperm that covered his shaft. Even with that, and with his strength it took a half a minute or so to fully penetrate the little red-head’s rectum. Both Ranma and he gave a gasp as he bottomed out. He looked down between her spread ass cheeks and admired the sight of her distended anal opening wrapped around the base of his cock. He could feel her pulsing around him as she tried futilely to expel him from her body. He decided to be a good guy and help her along. Pushing against her bottom he dragged himself back out of her body. Drawing a sigh of relief from Ranma, that turned into a cry of anguish as he forced his way back in. That was the start, but a long way from the finish. He fucked Ranma like a rag doll, taking her body completely and utterly. And all the time the little girl hollered her protests to the heavens.

Having just dumped a load into Ranma’s belly Ryouga had lots of stamina and he fucked Ranma’s ass for a good ten minutes before he let out a gasp and shot another huge load up her bottom. Ranma’s cries had softened to whimpers by that point, though her body had continued to shudder with orgasm after orgasm.

Ryouga rested on top of Ranma for a few minutes before easing himself up, and out of her bottom. Ranma’s distended ass took a few seconds to close and while it did a heavy stream of thick sperm ran from it and down her thighs to join the remains of their previous fuck. Ranma gave Ranma’s ass an affectionate swat, as he said, “You know, you could have just asked me to fuck your ass.”

Ranma easily slipped her wrists out of the bandana that had held them behind her back and gingerly eased herself off of the fallen tree. “Yeah, I know,” she said as she took a tentative step and winced. “But, it’s never as good as when you’re well motivated,” she finished, giving him a weak grin. “I don’t know about you,” she added, “but I could really do with a hot bath. Why don’t we visit that natural hot spring up the mountain before we pack and head home?” The monkeys are likely all off gathering food so we’d have it to ourselves.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Ryouga said, as he scooped her up in his arms and started to walk toward the suggested destination.

“Hey, put me down, jackass. I can walk on my own.”

“Maybe, but if I have to follow that cute ass up the mountain I don’t think I could resist giving it another ride,”

Ranma gave him a slap upside the head, but she subsided and laid her head against his chest. “Fine, as long as it’s so you can keep control. Wake me when we get there,” She said with a yawn as she closed her eyes.

Ryouga gave her one of the tender looks he reserved for when she was not looking. He cradled her gently in his arms and carried her through the woods.

“Oh, p-chan,” Ranma mumbled playfully. “Remind me when I get back to write that letter. I think it’s time I settled this thing with the girls.”

The smile disappeared from Ryouga’s face, replaced by a scowl as he whispered. “When pig’s fly”.A moment’s thought, and he added. “With wings.”

Author’s note:

Thank you to everyone who reviewed. It helps to be appreciated. Keeps me motivated.

Wharpt: I’m not going to be using any episodes that I did not write. Among other things I’m doing some serious revisions, and in some cases scrapping sections and rewriting them. Be a bit of a dirty trick to take someone else’s work, and then butcher it, even if they have given me permission to use it.

Yue Ryong: I’d pretty much have to drop the story if I tried to do away with the other girls. They are integral to the next story arc I’m planning on posting while I work on the continuation.

Thank you D-fens, glad you like it.

T.H.
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