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A Simple Request	By : Darkinudemon Category: -Misc Anime > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 34 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Simple Request
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Ranma Saotome stumbled through the door of the Tendo Dojo, his cheeks flushed with excitement and a glint in his eye that could only mean trouble. Akane Tendo looked up from her training dummy, sweat beading on her brow, and couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and skepticism. "What's with the sneaky look?" she called out, her fists tightening around the wooden sword.

"Just planning a surprise, that's all," he said, flashing her a grin that made her heart flutter despite her better judgment. It was April Fools' Day, after all, and Ranma was infamous for his outrageous pranks. She rolled her eyes, sure he was up to his usual tricks. "Yeah, right," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What is it this time? A rubber snake in my bed or itching powder in my gi?"

He held his hands up in mock innocence. "Nothing like that, I promise," he said. "This is something you're really going to love. You know how much you adore Sailor Moon!"

Akane's eyes lit up. "Sailor Moon? You didn't... Did you get us tickets to the convention?" she asked, hope blossoming in her chest. She had been dying to go, but the price was always so steep. Ranma's grin grew wider. "Better than that," he said mysteriously. "I've got a meeting set up with the Sailor Scouts themselves!"

Akane's heart skipped a beat. Could it be true? A meeting with her favorite magical girls? She looked at him suspiciously. "What's the catch?" she asked, her voice wavering between excitement and doubt.

Ranma chuckled. "No catch," he assured her. "I just called in a favor with a friend who knows a friend who knows someone who's friends with the director of the show. It's all set!" He waved a piece of paper in the air, and Akane couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. She had always felt a strange kinship with the Sailor Scouts, especially Sailor Moon, whose courage and purity she admired.

That evening, Akane was practically bouncing around as she paced the dojo, her heart racing with excitement. She had spent hours getting ready, her stomach fluttering with nerves. What would she say to them? Would they think she was just another fan girl? She wore her favorite Sailor Jupiter outfit, hoping to make a good impression, and had even styled her hair like the fiery-haired warrior. The dojo was spotless, the air thick with anticipation.

At precisely the appointed time, the air in the dojo grew electric. Akane's eyes widened as a brilliant flash of light filled the room. When it faded, she found herself standing before the nine Sailor Senshi, their outfits shimmering and their expressions curious. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she felt a mix of awe and terror. This was really happening.

Sailor Moon, her eyes sparkling with mischief, stepped forward. "Welcome to our special little gathering, Akane," she said, her voice like a sweet melody. "We've heard so much about you and your... unique tastes. We're here to make sure you have the night of your life!"

Her eyes turned to Ranma for confirmation, "I thought you said this was through a friend of a friend?" But all she got from him was a cheeky grin. "Oh, it is," he said, his eyes dancing. "But I might have left out a few details." Akane's stomach knotted with a mix of excitement and suspicion.

The Sailor Scouts giggled among themselves, exchanging knowing glances. Sailor Venus spoke up, her voice as cool as a pickle. "Ranma's been quite the chatterbox," she said. "He's told us all about your little... preferences. And we're more than happy to indulge you." Akane felt her cheeks burn as the list was passed around, the girls' eyes widening with each new revelation.

Her heart raced as she took in the scene before her. The Sailor Scouts were all here, in her dojo, and they knew about her deepest, most secret desires. Akane felt a mix of embarrassment and thrill, her body responding in ways she never thought possible. Sailor Moon, her blue eyes gleaming with excitement, sailed over to her. "So, you have a thing for feet, huh?" she teased, wiggling her own dainty foot in Akane's face.

Before she could reply, Akane's mouth was claimed by the moon princess. The blond's tongue forced its way into her mouth, and she couldn't help but melt into the kiss. It was everything she had ever dreamed of and more. The taste of strawberry lip gloss and a hint of something more mischievous danced on her tongue. Sailor Moon's grip tightened, pulling her closer until their breasts were smashed together. Akane's own hands reached out, trembling slightly as they traced over the curves of her idol's body.

Suddenly, the room was in motion again. She was spun around and her hair was grabbed from behind. This time it was Sailor Mars, her purple eyes burning into Akane's soul as she crushed their mouths together. The passion was palpable, the heat between them could have set the dojo ablaze. Akane felt her knees weaken as she was kissed with a fierceness that left her breathless. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so... seen.

Their kiss grew more intense, tongues dueling and exploring. Akane felt the leather of Sailor Mars' glove trace over her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The Senshi whispered in her ear, her voice a seductive purr, "Is it true you crave to be taken, to be owned?" Akane whimpered, unable to form words. The question was rhetorical, she knew. They had clearly done their homework.

Just as she was about to answer, strong arms wrapped around her from behind. Two hands began groping her breasts with a firm but gentle touch, a mouth nibbling and sucking at the sensitive flesh of her neck. Akane's eyes rolled back in her head as she realized it was Sailor Venus, her voice a breathy whisper in her ear. "Just say the word and we'll stop," she teased, her voice thick with desire. "Otherwise, we'll introduce you to a world of pleasure only a woman can give."

"Don't over think it," Sailor Mercury begged as she took Akane's free hand. "Let your body decide what you want. It isn't wrong if it feels good and is consensual." The Sensei of Water's aqua blue eyes implored her to listen. Akane swallowed hard, her eyes darting around the room. The Sailor Scouts had formed a circle around her, all of them looking at her with a mix of lust and encouragement.

Akane's knees went weak, and she could feel her resolve crumbling like cookie crumbs in hot milk. The sensations were overwhelming, and she found herself leaning back into the embrace, her body betraying her thoughts. The hands on her breasts grew more insistent, the mouth on her neck more demanding. "Yes," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I... I do crave it."

With a collective gasp, the Sailor Scouts descended upon her, their hands deftly untying her outfit and slipping it from her body. The fabric fell away like leaves in an autumn breeze, revealing Akane's naked form. Her cheeks burned with a blush that could rival the sun, but she couldn't find the strength to resist. She felt a strange thrill as they exposed her, their eyes raking over her with a hunger she had never experienced before.

"Kneel," Sailor Mars ordered, and Akane complied without thought. The cold floor pressed against her bare skin as she sank to her knees, her heart hammering in her chest. The power dynamics shifted, and she felt a sudden rush of arousal, like a dam breaking within her. Being naked and vulnerable before these powerful, fully-clothed figures was a heady cocktail of fear and excitement.

"Now, remove your shoes," Sailor Moon instructed, her voice softer than a whisper. The command was less intimidating than Sailor Mars' earlier words, but it still sent a shiver down Akane's spine.

Obey. The word echoed in her mind, and she found herself doing just that. She d began at Sailor Moon's feet, her eyes widening at the sight of the pale, unblemished skin of her idol's soles. She took a deep breath, savoring the scent that was uniquely female, uniquely Sailor Moon. Her hands trembled as began to slid off the pair of high heels, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation.

Akane's eyes traveled around the circle, taking in each pair of shoes as she worked her way around. Sailor Mercury's were next, the delicate slippers coming off with a gentle ease that made her knees quiver. The scent of ocean breeze wafted from the Senshi of Knowledge's feet, making Akane's mouth water. She took one of the small feet into her hands, her thumb tracing the arch with the barest of touches. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

Sailor Jupiter stepped forward, her powerful legs flexing as she removed her shoes. Akane could see the strength in those muscles, the power of the thunder goddess reflected in every line. "My turn," she said with a wink, and Akane felt her breath hitch. The lightning-wielding Senshi's feet were warm and inviting, an electric shock going straight to her core. Akane couldn't help but admire the sheer size of the woman's feet. They were large and powerful, yet surprisingly delicate. Her thumbs began to massage the arches, feeling the muscles tense and release beneath her touch. The Sailor of Thunder's toes curled, and Akane felt a warm wetness pool between her legs. "Good girl," Sailor Venus whispered, her hand sliding down to trace Akane's spine as she worked her way around the group.

Next was Sailor Mars, her eyes burning with passion. Akane took a deep breath, feeling the heat from the fiery Senshi's gaze. The foot before her was smaller but no less potent. Akane kissed the soft skin of her arch, feeling the warmth spread through her like lava. The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of fiery spice and sweet vanilla. The room grew warmer, the air thick with desire as she moved to Sailor Uranus.

Sailor Venus stepped closer, her heels clicking on the floor. Akane's eyes widened at the sight of the tall, commanding figure. She took the Senshi's foot in her hands, feeling the weight of her power. The shoe was quickly removed with a flourish, revealing a foot that was elegant and powerful. Akane kissed the top of the foot, her tongue darting out to taste the salty sweat that had gathered there. It was an act of submission that she had never felt before, but it was intoxicating. The Sailor Scouts watched, their breathing ragged, as Akane served each one of them in turn.

The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of arousal. Each kiss and caress was met with gasps and sighs from the Sailor Scouts, their eyes glazed with desire. Akane's hands moved faster, her kisses more fervent. She had never felt so alive, so connected to her true self. The pressure building within her was unbearable, a storm of passion threatening to break free.

Ranma watched from the side, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him. He had never seen Akane like this, so lost in passion and desire. The sight was both exhilarating and terrifying. For so long, she had talked about her distaste for boys, but she had always denied any interest in women. He knew she was in denial, but he never expected something like this to happen without even a fight. Yet, as he saw the way she responded to the Sailor Scouts, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement, his own cock hardening in response.

The furniture that Ranma had moved out of storage was strategically placed around the room, turning the dojo into a playground for their sensual games. The large, plush couch was pushed against the far wall, now covered in velvety red sheets that matched the color of the Sailor Scouts' outfits. The floor was scattered with pillows and blankets, creating a cozy space for the impending orgy. He had even found some candles and incense, setting the mood with a warm glow and a faint scent of sandalwood. The room was no longer the place of rigorous training, but a sanctuary for the exploration of Akane's hidden desires.

As Akane continued to worship the Sailor Scouts' feet, Ranma couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He had hoped to be the one to bring her this kind of pleasure, but watching her blossom under their touch was a sight to behold. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving Akane as he made his way to the sidelines, eager to see what would come next.

Without warning, he felt strong arms grab him from behind. He yelped, trying to twist away, but it was too late. Sailor Uranus and Pluto had him in a firm grasp, their grips like steel. "What's the matter, Ranma?" Sailor Uranus purred in his ear, her voice low and seductive. "You don't want to miss out on the fun, do you?"

Before he could respond, Sailor Neptune sailed through the air, a cup of water in her hand. He watched in horror as it arced towards him, the droplets glinting in the candlelight. "You're not going anywhere," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. The moment the liquid made contact with his skin, a cold shock coursed through his body. His vision swam and his legs gave out, his body contorting in a way that felt both wrong and all too familiar. He felt his clothing tighten around him, his features softening, and his form shrinking.

Sailor Saturn smirked down at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "This is a no cock party, remember?" she said, her tone playful yet commanding. "Now, you're going to stay here and serve us all, just like the good little girl you are."

Ranma blinked, his mind racing. He hadn't anticipated this turn of events, but a part of her was curious. After all, he had always loved the idea of Akane's fetishes, even if he didn't fully understand them. And if this was what she truly desired, who was he to deny her? He took a deep breath and nodded.

The Outer Senshi watched with amusement as Ranma, now in his female form, began to remove his own clothing. His eyes never left Akane, the love and desire for her clear as he revealed his naked body. The transformation had left her with the same supple skin and soft curves that Akane had always envied in the female form he had inherited from his curse. The Sailor Scouts' eyes raked over his new form, their lust palpable.

As he knelt before the first pair of feet, those belonging to Sailor Saturn, he took a deep breath. His hands, now smaller and more delicate, trembled slightly as he took her shoes. The smell of leather and sweat filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal as he placed his first kiss on her firm sole. The Senshi of the Silence chuckled, her toes curling slightly in response. The feeling was foreign yet exhilarating. He continued around the circle, each kiss growing bolder, each caress more intimate.

Moving on to Sailor Pluto, he couldn't help but take in the regal barring of the mysterious older woman and her mature feet. The high-heeled boots she wore looked like they had seen countless battles across time and space, and he found herself drawn to the power they represented. With trembling hands, he unbuckled the first strap, the leather creaking in protest. He felt his heart race as he revealed her foot, the room seemingly spinning around her. The scent of time and mystery filled the air, and he was lost in it.

Finally, it was Sailor Uranus and Neptune. The couple watched her with amusement, their eyes filled with a knowing glint. Akane felt a strange kinship with them, having always felt a pull towards the more androgynous characters in the show. He took their shoes off at the same time, feeling the heat from their legs as his hands lingered. Their toes curled in response, and he knew he had their full attention.

Ranma took a deep breath, her heart racing as she placed a gentle kiss on the arch of Sailor Uranus's foot. The scent of leather and the thrill of the unexpected melded together, making her head spin. She looked up, meeting the Senshi's gaze, and found a hint of challenge there. Sailor Uranus's foot was firm yet feminine, a perfect mix of power and grace. Ranma's tongue darted out, tracing the contours of her foot with the same reverence she had seen in Sailor Moon's manga. The room was silent except for the sound of her heart pounding in her ears.

Akane watched, her eyes wide, as Ranma's transformation unfolded before her. The sight of her fiancé in a female body, serving the Sailor Scouts with such passion, was both surprising and strangely alluring. The line between love and lust blurred as she took in the erotic scene. Her own desires, long buried, began to surface, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to the beauty and power of the women around her.

The Sailor Scouts had formed a tight circle around them, their eyes never leaving the couple. Each Senshi was a picture of beauty and grace, their outfits clinging to their curves in a way that made Akane's blood rush. Time had stopped, or so it seemed, as they all focused on the intimate act of worship. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows that danced across their bodies, adding to the ethereal atmosphere.

The tension grew, a tangible force in the room as the Sailor Scouts grew more and more aroused. Akane's eyes darted from one pair of feet to the next, her breath hitching as she took in the beauty of each one. The anticipation was unbearable, a sweet agony that made her ache with need. The air was charged with the promise of pleasure, a silent understanding passing between them all that the night was just getting started.

Sailor Moon took the lead, her hand reaching down to cup Akane's chin. "Look at you," she whispered, her voice filled with affectionate amusement. "So eager to please." Akane nodded, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions swirling within her. Sailor Moon leaned in, her breath warm against Akane's ear. "But remember," she whispered, "this is your night. You are the star we are all here to adore."

With those words, the dam broke. The Sailor Scouts descended upon them, their hands roaming and exploring. Akane's body was a canvas of sensation, each touch a brushstroke of pleasure. They guided her to the center of the room, the plush couch beckoning like a lover's embrace. The pillows and blankets enveloped her, the softness a stark contrast to the hardened floor.

The Senshi began to remove their own clothing, revealing their naked forms. The room grew warmer, the air thick with the scent of desire. Akane's eyes widened as she took in the sight of so much beauty and power. Her mind was racing, trying to process the reality of what was happening. It was like stepping into a fantasy, a world where she was accepted and cherished for who she truly was.

Sailor Mars claimed Ranma, her hands tracing the contours of his new body. She bent down and whispered something in his ear, making her blush furiously. Akane watched as the Senshi of Fire began to kiss along his neck, her hands moving to cup his breasts. A strange heat grew within her, a hunger that was insatiable. The Sailor Scouts had brought to life every one of her darkest fantasies, and she was eager to see where this night would lead.

Sailor Jupiter took Akane's hand, her grip firm yet gentle. "Let's not leave you out," she said with a wink, pulling Akane closer. The Senshi of Thunder pressed her body against her, her hand sliding down to caress Akane's inner thigh. Akane's breath hitched, her body responding instinctively to the touch. The Sailor Scouts surrounded them, their eyes full of promise and lust.

The sound of a zipper echoed through the room, and Akane's gaze darted to see Haruka and Michiru pulling out their bag of toys. Strap-on dildos in various sizes and colors were laid out before them like offerings to the gods. The sight was both terrifying and thrilling, and Akane felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She knew she was about to embark on a journey of self-discovery that would change her life forever.

The Sailor Scouts began to prepare, their movements a dance of seduction. They strapped on their dildos, their eyes gleaming with excitement. Akane felt a strange sense of peace, knowing that she was about to experience something she had only ever dreamed of.

Sailor Venus approached her, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Let's make this night one to remember," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Akane nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. The Senshi of Love straddled her, her strap-on pressing against Akane's thigh. She leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the passionate ones she had shared earlier. Akane melted into her, her body responding eagerly.

The room was alive with the sound of passion. Moans and gasps filled the air as the Sailor Scouts paired off, exploring each other's bodies with an expert touch. Akane watched as Ranma, now fully embracing his female side, was led to the center of the room. The Outer Senshi had claimed her, their hands roaming and teasing as they whispered sweet nothings in her ear. She looked over at her, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. Akane could see the beginnings of an erection forming between her legs, and she felt a strange sense of pride.

Sailor Venus broke the kiss, her eyes never leaving Akane's. "Are you ready?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. Akane nodded, her throat dry with anticipation. The Senshi leaned back, her strap-on glistening in the candlelight. Akane felt a gentle push against her entrance, and she gasped as Sailor Venus slid inside her. The feeling was foreign yet incredible, a fullness that she had never experienced before.

The Senshi began to rock her hips, setting a rhythm that seemed to resonate with Akane's very soul. Akane's eyes rolled back in her head, and she couldn't help but moan as the pleasure grew. Sailor Venus leaned down, her breath warm against Akane's skin. "Look at them," she whispered, her voice a caress. "Look at how much they want you."

Akane did as she was told, her eyes focusing on the writhing mass of bodies before her. Sailor Moon was straddling Ranma, her own strap-on buried deep inside her as she squirmed and moaned. The sight was overwhelming, a visual symphony of passion and desire.

Her gaze traveled to the other Senshi, each engaged in their own acts of love. Sailor Mercury's mouth was wrapped around Sailor Mars' nipple, her eyes closed in bliss. Sailor Jupiter had Sailor Uranus pinned against the wall, her powerful body dominating the smaller Senshi as she thrust into her. And Sailor Saturn and Pluto watched the scene with rapt attention, their fingers teasing each other's clits.

Akane felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of belonging that was more profound than anything she had ever felt. She was no longer just a fan, but a participant in this world of passion and power. The Sailor Scouts had taken her hand and led her to a place she never knew existed, and she was grateful.

Sailor Venus began to pick up the pace, her hips moving faster and faster. Akane felt the pressure building, her body responding to the Senshi's expert touch. She could feel the orgasm approaching like a wave, threatening to drown her in pleasure. She reached up, her hand finding its way to Venus's breast, her fingers tightening as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge.

The room grew louder, the cries of pleasure more intense. Akane felt the first tremor of her climax, her body tightening around Venus's cock. The Senshi leaned down, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, urging her to let go. And with a scream that echoed through the dojo, she did.

The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body arching off the couch. Her vision went white, the sensations overwhelming her. She had never felt so alive, so powerful. The Sailor Scouts had taken her, claimed her, and she had given herself willingly.

As she floated back to reality, she saw Ranma watching her with wide eyes, her own climax painted across her face. They shared a look of understanding, their love transcending the boundaries of their bodies. Akane felt a warm hand slide down her chest, her eyes opening to meet Sailor Mars' heated gaze. "It's your turn," she murmured, her voice like a promise of sin.

Of to the side Ranma was lifted off the floor, her slender body easily manhandled by the powerful Senshi. She was positioned on the couch, her legs spread wide as the Sailor Scouts approached like predators stalking their prey. Each girl took a moment to admire his form, their eyes hungry with lust. The strap-ons they had chosen were a dizzying array of shapes and sizes, each more intimidating than the last.

One by one, they took her, each thrust pushing her deeper into the abyss of pleasure and pain. Akane watched with a mix of awe and envy as her fiancé's body was claimed by the very characters she had fantasized about for so long. Sailor Mercury was first, her small frame hiding the strength within. Her thrusts were swift and precise, her eyes never leaving Ranma's. Her cries grew louder, her hips bucking wildly as she tried to keep up with the rhythm.

Akane felt her own arousal building again, her eyes drawn to Ranma's face. She was in ecstasy, her features contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. Her body was a canvas of sensation, each Senshi leaving their mark on her. Sailor Uranus took her mouth, her tongue dancing with her as Sailor Neptune claimed her ass. The sight was overwhelming, a kaleidoscope of emotions that she couldn't begin to untangle.

The Sailor Scouts moved in a fluid dance, each one taking their turn to claim Ranma's body. Her moans grew more frantic, her eyes glazed with passion. Akane felt a strange sense of pride, knowing that she had brought her to this moment. The thought of her experiencing this kind of pleasure was intoxicating, her own body begging for release.

Sailor Pluto stepped forward, her eyes burning with an intensity that made Akane's skin crawl. "Your turn," she said, her voice like a command. Akane nodded, her body eager to join in the fray. The Senshi of Time pushed her way to the front, her strap-on gleaming in the candlelight.

With a swiftness that belied her size, she sank into Ranma, her hips moving in a rhythm that seemed to shake the very foundation of the dojo. Akane watched, her hand moving to her own sex, as her fiancé's body was claimed by the Sailor Scouts. She could see the pleasure etched on her face, feel the echoes of her cries in her own soul.

The night grew hazy, time stretching and bending to the whims of passion. The Senshi took them both, pushing them to the limits of their endurance. Akane felt herself slipping away, her orgasms blending into one never-ending crescendo of pleasure. Ranma took it all, her body a vessel for their desires. They were lost in a sea of sensation, their hearts beating as one.

As the orgy reached its peak, Akane's eyes grew heavy, the world spinning around her. The Sailor Scouts had worked her over with the finesse of master artists, each stroke and caress a masterpiece of eroticism. Her body felt like it was on fire, the flames of desire licking at every inch of her skin. Her breath grew ragged, her moans a symphony of satisfaction.

Her vision swam, the room a blur of colors and sensations. The scent of sex and sweat was intoxicating, filling her lungs with every gasp. Each thrust from the strap-ons was a declaration of war on her senses, a battle she had no intention of winning. Akane felt her body begin to give out, her muscles quivering with the effort of staying upright.

Sailor Mars, noticing her distress, gently laid her down on the couch, her hands stroking her hair. "Let go," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm. "We're here to take care of you." Akane nodded, her eyes slipping closed as the Senshi of Fire took over, her strokes deep and demanding. The others moved around them, a whirlwind of passion and love.

Akane felt herself drift away, her consciousness fading to the background as the Sailor Scouts worked in harmony to bring her to new heights. Each thrust was a declaration of love, a promise of acceptance. Her body was their playground, and she reveled in the feeling of being wanted, of being desired.

With a final, guttural cry, she succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure. The room spun, the lights grew dim, and she felt herself slip into darkness. It was like falling into a warm embrace, a gentle reprieve from the intensity of the night's activities.

The Sailor Scouts looked down at her, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and concern. They had pushed her to the brink and beyond, and she had taken every moment of it. Now, it was Ranma's turn to shine. With renewed vigor, they turned their attention to her, eager to see what she was truly made of.

Ranma took a deep, shaky breath as she felt Akane go limp beneath her. The sensation of her release had sent her spiraling closer to her own, but she had held back, knowing this was just the beginning. She looked around the room, her eyes meeting each of the Sailor Scouts' gazes, and took it as a personal challenge to give them the same kind of pleasure they had bestowed upon Akane.

With a fiery determination, Ranma threw herself into the fray. She took the Senshi one by one, her body moving with an agility and grace that seemed impossible given her current form. Each thrust was met with a moan or a gasp, and she felt a strange sense of pride swelling within her. She had never felt more alive, more in tune with her sexuality than she did at this moment.

The Sailor Scouts watched her with rapt attention, their own desires growing with every movement she made. They took turns with her, their strap-ons claiming her in a symphony of pleasure. She took it all, her body a vessel for their lust. Akane's eyes fluttered open, watching the scene unfold with a hazy sort of fascination.

The room was a blur of motion and color, a testament to the passion that had overtaken them all. She felt the pressure building, her body begging for release. But she held on, eager to please, to show them just how much she could take. The Senshi whispered sweet nothings into her ear, their hands roaming her body, guiding her to the edge.

Finally, with a scream that could have shattered the stars, Ranma came. Her body spasmed, her muscles tightening as she was claimed by wave after wave of pleasure. She had never felt so alive, so powerful. And as she looked into the eyes of the Sailor Scouts, she knew that she had done it. She had served them all, had given them what they wanted.

But even as she basked in the afterglow, she could feel her strength waning. She had pushed herself to the limit and then some, and her body was begging for mercy. Her eyes grew heavy, and she collapsed into the waiting arms of Sailor Mercury, her touch cool and soothing.

The Sailor Scouts gathered around them, their faces flushed and smiling. They had given Akane and Ranma an experience they would never forget, a night that would change them both forever. Akane felt a sense of peace wash over her, her body sated and her heart full. She had found a part of herself she never knew she was missing, and she knew she would never let it go again.

The room grew quiet, the only sounds the heavy breathing of the exhausted lovers and the distant crash of the waves outside. They lay there, tangled in each other's arms, surrounded by the Sailor Scouts who had become so much more than just fictional characters. They were mentors, guides, and now, friends.

~*~

The first light of dawn crept through the windows, casting a soft glow over the disheveled dojo. Akane was the first to stir, her body coming alive with the persistent vibration of a dildo in the shape of Sailor Moon's staff, which had remained lodged inside her throughout the night. Her eyes fluttered open, and she moaned, the sensation jolting her awake.

In her arms was an equally naked Ranma, her own dildo—a mirror image of Akane's—still buzzing away, buried deep in her feminine folds. Her chest rose and fell in time with the toy's pulsations, her expression serene in the aftermath of the night's passionate revelry. Akane couldn't help but smile at the sight of her fiancé, now transformed and experiencing the same pleasure she had been granted.

With the gentle light of the early morning caressing their bodies, Akane felt a renewed surge of desire. She squeezed the breast she'd been holding in her sleep, feeling it fill her hand as she took in the softness of her skin. Ranma's nipple, now erect from the cold air, begged for attention. Without thinking, she bent over, her breath warm on her chest, and captured the neglected nipple with her mouth.

Ranma moaned as she began to wake up, her eyes fluttering open to meet Akane's hungry gaze. She took advantage of her open mouth, sliding her tongue against her in a fiery kiss. Their tongues danced, a silent communication of passion and need. Akane's hands roamed over Ranma's new body, tracing the curves and valleys that she had only ever seen on herself and other girls.

"Good morning to you too," Ranma quipped when they broke the kiss, her voice thick with sleep and lust.

Akane's cheeks flushed a darker shade of red at the reminder of the night's events. "Thank you," she said, her voice still shaking. "When you said you were going to let me meet Sailor Moon, I thought it was an April Fools joke. But I'm beyond glad it wasn't."

Ranma chuckled softly, her hand caressing Akane's cheek. "No problem," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with affection. "I wanted to give you something truly special."

As they lay entwined on the couch, the candles now mere pools of wax, Akane propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at Ranma. "But," she stressed the word, her voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate through the quiet dojo. "I better not find out you've been going behind my back and having sex with them. Not in the past, nor in the future. If we play with them again, it'll be together. Understand?"

"Geeze Akane. Didn't you get enough last night?" Ranma joked. "Not even been half a day and you're already looking forward to next time." Giving her a curious look, she asked her shyly, "Maybe you're looking forward to Sailor Venus tying you up with her chain of hearts?"

Akane's eyes narrowed playfully, and she pinched her nipple in response. "It's called the Venus Love Me Chain, and I'm serious. I don't want to be left out, whether it's in battle or having sex again." The mention of the chain brought back a rush of memories from the night before, and she felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her.

Ranma's smile grew sly, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Scout's honor," she said, raising her hand in a playful salute. Akane couldn't help but laugh, her body still humming from the night's activities. They had shared something incredible, something she had never dared dream of. But here they were, in the aftermath of a night that had shaken the very foundations of their relationship.

"Now, let's get cleaned up," Akane suggested, pushing herself off the couch with a groan. Her muscles protested, reminding her of every delicious moment she had shared with the Sailor Scouts. They had taken her to places she had never been before, had introduced her to a side of herself that she hadn't even known existed.

Ranma nodded in agreement, stretching out like a cat who had just woken from a particularly satisfying nap. His lithe, female body arched gracefully, causing her breasts to bob with the motion. Akane couldn't help but watch, her eyes drawn to the way his hips rolled with the stretch. It was a sight she hadn't anticipated seeing when she had agreed to marry Ranma, but she had to admit it was quite appealing.

"One last thing," Akane whispered, her breath hot in Ranma's ear. His eyes widened as he turned to look at her, his mind still fuzzy from the aftermath of the night's events. She waited until she had his full attention before continuing, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. "I better not hear about you knocking any of them up before me."

With a laugh that was half nervous and half exhilarated, Akane gathered her clothes and made a mad dash for the door. Her heart pounded in her chest, the excitement of the night still coursing through her veins. Ranma, caught off guard by her sudden movement, scrambled to his feet, the Sailor Moon dildo slipping out of him with a wet pop as he stumbled after her.

~*~

Several days later, an unmarked package sat on the doorstep of the Tendo dojo. It was an innocuous brown box, the kind that could have held anything from a new pair of shoes to a forgotten birthday gift. Nabiki, ever the curious one, picked it up and carried it inside, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Her curiosity piqued, Nabaki took the box to her room and carefully sliced it open with a letter opener. Inside, she found a VHS tape. The note, written in a flowery script that screamed 'Sailor Moon fanfare,' read, 'To our dear friends, Akane and Ranma. A souvenir from a night we'll never forget. Love, The Sailor Scouts.' With trembling hands, Nabiki inserted the tape into VCR in the family room.

The screen flickered to life, and she watched with wide eyes as Akane and Ranma, in their female forms, were surrounded by the Sailor Senshi. The scene was erotic and surreal, like watching a live-action version of one of her favorite hentai anime...
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