An Experienced Woman (Ranma 1/2)

By Cambrian

Submitted: August 9, 2017

Updated: March 29, 2018

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Themes: Genderbending, Consensual, Teaching, 69ing

Summary: In a world where Kasumi is a very different sort of woman, Ranma ends up checking off all of
her boxes. The stamina combined with the male and female forms, its all a very freaky Kasumi ever
wanted in a partner.

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Chapter 1 - Ranma & Kasumi 3

Chapter 2 - Ranko & Kasumi, Ranma & Kasumi 9
Chapter 3 - Ranma/Kasumi/Ryoga 14
Chapter 4 - Ranko/Ryoga/Kasumi 19
Chapter 5 - Kodachi/Ranma/Kasumi 25
Chapter 6 - Tatewaki Kuno/Ranko/Kasumi 30
Chapter 7 - Shampoo Pt. 1 36
Chapter 8 - Shampoo Pt. 2 41
Chapter 9 - Birthday Celebration 46
Chapter 10 - A Certain Powder 52
Chapter 11 - Ukyo Kuonji 58
Chapter 12 - Christmas Time 64
Chapter 13 - Self-cest 69
Chapter 14 - The Golden Pair 74
Chapter 15 - Nabiki 80
Chapter 16 - Akane 85
Chapter 17 - Self-cest Redux 91
Chapter 18 - Contentment (The End) 96
 1 - Ranma & Kasumi

Ranma Saotome sat seiza beside his father, lips pursed together and eyes in his tea cup. They were in
the home of Genma’s old friend Soun Tendo, a fellow practitioner of the Anything-Goes school of
Martial Arts that Ranma had been raised in. And they were here, because Genma and Soun had
decided a long time ago that their children would marry in order to combine their two schools.

But quite frankly, the dark haired martial artist just wasn’t sure this was the best idea. He’d seen the
Tendo dojo on their way in. The place was empty and destitute. Not only did it look like Ranma would
have to put in a ton of work in order to make something of the dojo he was supposed to be marrying into,
the young man had spent his entire life as a wandering martial artist.

To put roots down now, marry, have kids, and teach snot nosed brats that didn’t respect his art how to
throw proper kicks and punches… it rankled at Ranma something fierce. But his father had made a
contract with this friend of his, and it was up to Ranma to honor it. A sudden satisfied sigh tore Ranma
from his thoughts as Genma smacked his lips and set down his empty tea cup, smiling over at the
Tendo Patriarch.

“Right then. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, bring out your eldest daughter Soun! I think
it’s high past time she and Ranma meet, don’t you?”

Ranma’s eyes narrowed as he watched Tendo pale. The man didn’t actually seem all that more excited
about this than Ranma himself was. Letting out a titter of nervous laughter, Soun tugged a little at his
collar.

“Ah, yes, well… my eldest daughter is not a martial artist. She is older than Ranma by a few years as
well. However, my youngest is trained in the art though and she is closer to Ranma’s age. Perhaps they
would be the better match.”

Genma seemed taken aback by that, his brow furrowing in confusion but ultimately he just shrugged.

“If it’s as you say, I suppose I don’t mind.”

Ranma was already annoyed and a bit disgruntled. Hearing them talking about just who he was
marrying kind of pissed him off though. With a growl, the young martial artist interjected.

“Oi, pops, don’t I get any say in this? There’s no reason to talk about me like I’m not here!”

The two friends looked to Ranma and then at each other… then they proceeded to ignore him entirely,
causing Ranma to let out a snarl and storm out of the room as they continued to discuss details.

-x-X-x-

It wasn’t until later that night during dinner that Ranma and his father finally got to sit down with the
entire Tendo family. Soun sat at the head of the table while across from the two Saotomes, all three
daughters sat arrayed. Ranma wasn’t really interested in any of them, especially not the youngest that
his father and the Tendo Patriarch were trying to set him up with. He’d seen the girl in the dojo earlier.
The difference in their training and their skill levels… it was almost depressing.

As they all ate, Tendo broke the silence.

“So then, I’m thinking holding the ceremony between Ranma and Akane in a month would be best.”

This was directed at Genma, but all three girls had heard… and considering none of them had even been
told why the Saotomes were here yet, there was a bit of an explosion. Ranma just kept eating, more
than a little disgruntled over it but being ignored earlier had left him averse to giving his opinion if it
wasn’t even going to be acknowledged.

He listened with one ear as he ate, a little pleased that Soun and Genma weren’t able to blow off the
three Tendo women as easily as they had him. Akane was of course opposed to it, while Nabiki and
Kasumi were simply blindsided and confused; trying to figure out what was going on. Soun was forced to
explain the situation to his three girls, with Genma a little miffed that his friend had never told them that
one of them would be marrying his son BEFORE now.

Ranma thought it almost seemed like the Tendo Patriarch hadn’t been planning on Genma ever holding
him to his end of the bargain. The situation certainly read that way. Of course, Genma was too blind to
say that, trusting Soun when the other man told him it was simply an oversight and he had every
intention of marrying their two schools the entire time.

The girls had fallen silent, trying and failing to process this bombshell. Ranma thought that the youngest,
the one he was supposed to marry, looked the worst over what she’d just learned. It was to be
expected, since her life would be changed the most given it was HER marriage that they were planning…
but then it was also his wasn’t it? And she didn’t have to look so disturbed and disgusted by the
thought of marrying him, really.

“Mm, but what if I want to marry Ranma father?”

Silence fell over the table as all eyes turned to the eldest Tendo daughter. Kasumi was a beautiful
developed young woman. At nineteen years old, she was practically an adult, but not quite ready to
strike out on her own… or, Ranma privately thought, Soun wasn’t ready to let his eldest go since she
apparently did everything around here.

Still, the look on Kasumi’s face as she smiled at everyone else in the room… for some reason it sent
shivers down Ranma’s spine. Furrowing his brow, he glanced at his father and then at Soun. The
Tendo Patriarch was frozen solid, the color having fled his face as his eyes widened.

“O-Oh? Why would you want to d-do that Kasumi? Ranma is a martial artist after all. A-and he’s a little
young isn’t he? Akane and he are the same age after all…”

The smile on Kasumi’s face spreads a little wider and she looks at Ranma. Licking her lips, the eldest
Tendo Daughter’s eyes trail up and down what she can see of his body, trailing over his bulging
muscles beneath the shirt he’s wearing.

“Ah, Ranma can you answer a couple questions for me?”

The silence at the dinner table is eerie, but Ranma finds himself shrugging and nodding.

“Sure?”

“Martial artists… they have a lot of stamina don’t they? You have a lot of stamina, is what I mean to
ask.”

Ranma nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I guess? I mean, pops and I have been traveling together since before I could walk and ever
since I took my first step I’ve had to carry my own. Takes a lot to tire me out, definitely!”

Kasumi’s grin widened imperceptibly further.

“And, earlier you transformed into a beautiful crimson haired young woman. That is a… curse? You
switch between male and female at will?”

Here, Ranma blushed and scowled. Trust damnable water and his stupid pops to fuck up his first
impression on the Tendo daughters. Still, Kasumi had witnessed everything that had happened earlier
so there wasn’t much Ranma could do but reaffirm what she saw with a long sigh and another nod.

“… Yes, I turn into a girl when hit by cold water and turn into a boy with hot. It’s all pop’s fault, throwing
me into that stupid cursed spring.”

But instead of disgust like Akane has been expressing, Kasumi just smiles wider.

“Excellent. I’ll take him father. Akane should be allowed to find true love. If our families MUST be
joined, I will gladly take up the burden.”

And that was the end of it, much to the shock of the Saotome men. Ranma had expected at least token
protest from Soun, but all the Tendo Patriarch had done was give him an unexplainable pitying look and
then he’d acquiesced to his daughter’s demands. When Genma had tried to speak up, more than likely
to point out that Kasumi was not properly trained in their art, Soun kicked his friend under the table,
HARD.

That had started a bit of a physical tussle between the two, but in the end it was settled that night and
Ranma found himself marrying Kasumi within the week rather than the month. The young woman had
been QUITE eager and Ranma had found himself in too much of a daze to protest too strongly. The
ceremony was over before the martial artist even figured out what was going on and then he and
Kasumi were in a small hotel on their honeymoon.

-x-X-x-
Ranma sat on the edge of the bed, listening as the shower suddenly turned off. A moment later, the door
to the bath opened and Kasumi stepped out into the bedroom proper. Ranma’s eyes widened and he
straightened up as he looked upon the beautiful curvaceous body of his new wife. She was dripping wet
and as she padded across the floor to him, it was clear Kasumi had foregone a towel on purpose.

A coy smile was on Kasumi’s face as she slowly fell to her knees in front of him where he sat on the
bed.

“Hello Ranma. Do you like what you see?”

Swallowing hard, the martial artist simply nodded in response, not trusting himself to speak. Quite
frankly, Kasumi was the first woman Ranma had ever truly fallen in absolute lust with. It helped that after
that dinner, she’d spent the next two weeks with him every single day, laying hands on his body in
comforting and sometimes scandalous ways, kissing first his forehead and then his lips. She’d
acclimated him to her presence and Ranma had been unable to keep from getting aroused when the
older more experienced woman had taken him in hand and showed him more love and affection than
he’d ever gotten from anyone else.

Now, here she was, knelt between his legs. Her full breasts were completely on display and Ranma
found his eyes drawn to them even as Kasumi reached out with her hands and undid the ties holding up
his pants, reaching into them and his undergarments to pull out his half-hard cock. Her eyes lit up in
delight when she laid eyes on it and before anything else, the beauty leaned forward and placed a peck
on the tip of his prick.

It jumped in her grasp and Kasumi giggled, beginning to stroke up and down along his length with
unbelievably smooth palms as Ranma flushed red and gasped for breath. Looking up at him, Kasumi’s
eyes fluttered seductively and she smiled a wide smirk.

“Do you know why I chose to marry you Ranma?”

Ranma swallowed thickly and then shook his head in a silent no. Because really, it had been Kasumi’s
choice in the end. He didn’t know why, but he did know that Soun Tendo would not go against his eldest
daughter’s wishes and when she’d declared that she would be the Tendo daughter to marry Ranma,
her younger sisters and father had immediately capitulated. His own father had taken a bit more
convincing but in the end, they were still wed.

Kasumi just grinned a little wider, laying more kisses along the sides of Ranma’s prodigious growing
length.

“It’s very simple my dear husband. I am a woman with certain needs. Luckily, you are uniquely suited to
satisfy them. But first, allow me to satisfy you.”

And then her mouth was over his member and Ranma was groaning as she sucked him in between her
lips. Kasumi was an expert cocksucker, though Ranma did not know that. What he did know was that
he’d never felt anything quite like this before as the woman bobbed her head up and down along his
thickening length. Ranma at his full size was truly quite large and Kasumi hummed appreciatively in the
back of her throat as she took as much of him into her mouth as possible.
When she suddenly pulled back, a dismayed sound of confusion and protest left Ranma, before Kasumi
giggled and stood up, pushing the younger man onto his back on the bed and climbing on after him. A
moment later, she was leaning over him, using one hand to steady herself and the other to grab hold of
his meat pole, slowly sliding it up inside of her as she forced her hips down at the same time.

“A-ah, Ranma… you’re the largest I’ve ever had.”

Ranma blushed at the praise. Kasumi was incredibly tight as she held him inside of her for a brief
moment, smiling down at him and simply sitting there impaled on his cock.

“Y-you feel really good too Kasumi.”

The smile widened into a hungry grin.

“When you say things like that Ranma… I want to do more~”

And then, the eldest Tendo daughter began to move and Ranma’s eyes widened as Kasumi’s hips
bounced up and down faster and faster along his shaft. She didn’t pause or relent for even a second;
instead she did the exact opposite and sped up. Lustful moans and cries of pleasure began to leave
Kasumi’s mouth as she rode Ranma’s massive cock. Ranma couldn’t quite keep the groans from
leaving his own throat, his hands closing around her hips and his body thrusting up to meet her almost
instinctively.

If this was what sex was like, Ranma wanted to do it ALL the time. He could hardly believe he’d been
missing out on this. Kasumi was so beautiful, her face red with exertion and her delicious tits bouncing
and jiggling along with the rest of her curvy body as she took him for the rid of his life. The woman
wasn’t a martial artist, but Ranma definitely thought she had her own strength to her.

The first time Kasumi came, she came hard around Ranma’s thick prick, clenching down as she rode
out the orgasm, her entire body shaking and spasming for the duration. Once that climax was over
though, Kasumi went right back to fucking the ever living hell out of Ranma, until ultimately the
long-lasting martial artist grunted and felt something coming.

“K-Kasumi…”

It was all he needed to say. His wife smiled and leaned down, kissing him deeply on the lips and sticking
her tongue down his throat for a moment before pulling back and nodding to him.

“Do it Ranma. Inside. Cum inside my needy womb, please.”

It was all the encouragement that the young man needed and a moment later he came hard, filling up
her cunt with his seed and painting her inner walls white with his cum. Panting hard, the martial artist
licked his lips, still tasting Kasumi’s own lips on his mouth as the older woman rode out one final
orgasm over him, looking like the most beautiful creature in the world as she did so.

Slowly, Ranma began to drift off. Just a two minute nap, and then he’d be ready and raring to go again.
Kasumi was simply exhausting, even for a man with as much stamina as him. Just a bit of rest…

-x-X-x-

When Ranma woke up, he was missing something very important. That was because he was now a she.
The crimson haired female form of the martial artist blinked as she felt a tongue diving into a place that
had never been explored by anyone ever before. Kasumi was eating her out and it was all the female
Ranma could do to calm herself as she panted and moaned and gasped.

“A-ah, K-Kasumi, what are you d-doing?!”

Ranma hated how feminine and weak her voice sounded, but Kasumi simply leaned up from her place
between Ranma’s legs and smiled. The older woman’s face was covered in Ranma’s pussy juices and
the red head blushed deeply at the sight.

“Not to worry darling wife~ I fully intend to show this form of yours just as much attention as your male
form. Now lay back and enjoy!”

And really, what else could Ranma do but as she said? Blushing furiously, the voluptuous curvy young
woman laid back and continued to moan, sometimes crying out as Kasumi reached ever deeper with
that flexible muscle in her mouth that she called a tongue. Quite frankly, Ranma thought it felt more like
a snake than anything else, buried so deep in her tight virgin pussy.

When the first orgasm finally came, Ranma was in no way prepared for it, her entire body seizing up and
her eyes widening before rolling up back into her head as she nearly passed out again right then and
there. Kasumi wasn’t letting her off that easy and the next thing the red head knew, Kasumi’s body was
over hers and the older woman’s pussy was right in front of Ranma’s face, lowering down so that the
younger girl could return the favor.

Ultimately, Ranma did so, seeing no other way to do things. If Kasumi was going to be teaching her-
HIM, so much, it only seemed fair that she- HE, pay her back and do everything in her- HIS power to
satisfy the insatiable older woman.

Neither of them got much sleep that night. Neither of them much cared either, and the newlyweds had
quite a lot of fun on their honeymoon from that point on. Of course, when they both finally returned to the
Tendo dojo, it was to find a whole host of new problems had cropped up, including several more
marriage contracts that Genma had set up on Ranma’s behalf coming due… but that was a story for
another time.
 2 - Ranko & Kasumi, Ranma & Kasumi

The crimson haired short stack stood naked in the center of the room, blushing profusely as her wife
circled her. Kasumi Tendo was grinning wickedly, a hungry look in her eyes and not a stich of clothing
on her body either. The more mature woman of the pair suddenly reached forward and grasped at her
darling gender bending spouse’s breasts, groping them lightly and drawing a moan from the red head’s
mouth that caused Kasumi to giggle a little.

“Hehe, Ranma you make the cutest noises.”

That caused a growl to fall from the shorter girl’s mouth and while Kasumi valiantly resisted the urge to
d’aww at the cute sound, she also knew what it meant and giggled again, batting her eyelashes sweetly
towards her ‘wife’.

“Sorry Ranko, my apologies. I’m still getting used to having two spouses in one, that’s all!”

And that had been a startling discovery, figuring out that Ranma became almost an entirely different
person when he became a she. They still shared each other’s memories from what Kasumi could tell,
but it was like there was a divide between Ranma and Ranko. Ranko had no existed at first, but
apparently Kasumi had accidentally created the feminine personality which she practically broke
Ranma’s female form on their wedding night.

The macho male martial artist hadn’t been able to reconcile his very masculine mind with the number of
orgasms that Kasumi had drawn out of his then very feminine body. And so he’d stopped trying and
Ranko had been born. The next time the transformation had taken place, Kasumi had been stopped by
her spouse as the red head demanded that she call her by a new name. Kasumi had ultimately decided
on Ranko and it had stuck.

Still, even having come up with the name for her ‘wife’ to appease her ‘husband’, it was taking
Kasumi a bit of time to properly identify the beautiful buxom crimson haired female form of her spouse
as its own distinct individual. She would get it down eventually. It was a small price to pay for such a
lovely playmate after all.

“Hands behind your back Ranko.”

The red head blushed harder but did as she was told, even as Kasumi lifted up the long length of soft
silk rope in her hand. She quickly got to work, the rope going up and under and over Ranko’s torso as
the short young woman stayed absolutely still. Soon enough, Ranko was completely bound from navel
to her neck in the long rope. Kasumi stepped back and once again circled the red head to fully
appreciate her work as Ranko averted her gaze shyly.

It was so rare that the eldest daughter got to practice her rope bondage, but with Ranko, it had all come
back seemingly instinctively. Her delightfully buxom ‘wife’ looked absolutely exquisite and Kasumi
licked her lips before grinning raunchily and stepping behind Ranko. Raising up her leg, a swift kiss to
the martial artist’s ass sent Ranko over to their bed, causing her to yelp and stumble forward until she
fell face first onto the soft mattress.

Blushing even deeper, Ranko spun herself onto her back but didn’t move, simply laying there as she
stared at Kasumi with eyes that the older woman could only consider “fuck me” eyes, though she was
sure the red head would deny it if she commented on them. Smirking, Kasumi approached, swaying her
hips back and forth as she did so and ultimately crawling onto the bed and over Ranko, leaning down
and kissing the other girl on her lips hungrily.

Ranko melted at the touch of her lips and at the same time she pressed her own lips up against
Kasumi’s, her mouth opening as Kasumi pushed her tongue past those lips and began to clean out
Ranko’s tonsils. The two women kissed like that for several long moments, Ranko bound and seemingly
helpless before Kasumi’s onslaught.

After a couple minutes focused solely on kissing, Kasumi split her attention between Ranko’s lips and
her body, playing with her naked tied up form to her heart’s content. First the eldest Tendo daughter
moved her hands up to Ranko’s sizable chest, playing with the delectable round orbs that sat there.
She’d made sure to wind the soft silk around the base of each of them as well, leaving the red head’s
tits pushed outwards right into her groping kneading fingers.

Moans and mewls and whines left Ranko’s throat, muffled by Kasumi’s lips as the two continued to
kiss. Doing her best to arouse her young spouse, Kasumi couldn’t help letting the slight traces of a
wicked smile slip onto her face as she considered her ultimate plans. This would be quite a fun night,
both as a teaching moment for Ranko and also as a pleasurable experience for the both of them.

Deciding it was high past time to get on with it, Kasumi moved one of her hands off of Ranko’s tits,
down the martial artist’s muscular lean form, tracing her fingers across Ranko’s six pack and then
down past her navel and between her thighs. The red head’s eyes widened as she felt Kasumi’s
fingers finally on her cunt. Ranko was quite wet already, but Kasumi merely circled the outside of her
pussy lips, her fingertips ghosting around the younger girl’s sensitive mound and causing her to moan
even more.

Finally, Kasumi pulled back from Ranko’s lips, leaving the flustered red-faced red head to look up at her
with wide eyes, breathing heavily. Then, Kasumi reached behind Ranko’s head to the length of silk rope
that had been left over when she had finished tying Ranko up. Grinning wickedly, Kasumi finished the
complex rope bondage by pulling the remaining length across Ranko’s face, more specifically laying it
down along Ranko’s open mouth, in between her teeth.

Kasumi deftly tied off the last bit of rope, tightening the gag now in Ranko’s mouth at the same time.
The red head let out a muffled moan around the gag, her eyes filled with a mixture of weariness and
arousal as she looked up at Kasumi, clearly wondering where this was going. Kasumi proceeded to
show her, smirking down at her cute little wife as she went back to playing with Ranko’s cunt, her
fingers darting back and forth.

Ranko’s hips arched up towards Kasumi’s touch, but the eldest Tendo daughter simply drew back,
giving Ranko a reproving look in response and chastising her by refusing to touch until she went back
down. Ranko whimpered but did as was expected of her, panting heavily and trying and failing to keep
still. Even still, whenever she got too close to her climax, Kasumi was pull away and give Ranko a few
seconds to calm down.

Slowly but surely, as seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into far too long, Ranko realized
what the other woman was playing at. No matter how hard she tried, Ranko could not reach orgasm
from what Kasumi was doing. The older woman was a master at the art of edging it seemed, though
Ranko had no idea that that was what it was called. All she knew really was that she wanted it to end,
that she wanted relief.

Mewling pathetically, Ranko settled for begging as the time Kasumi kept her on the edge came to be
measured in hours rather than minutes. She moaned out, getting Kasumi’s attention and turning her big
beautiful eyes on the older woman, pleading none too silently with her gaze and her muffled voice as
she begged for release.

Grinning wickedly, Kasumi withdrew her fingers from Ranko’s needy cunt once more and suddenly
leaned back on her knees, licking her lips and then crawling around Ranko’s body. The red head kept
her eyes on her wife as Kasumi moved, until finally, Kasumi planted herself on Ranko’s chest, kneeling
on either side of the crimson haired short stack’s head.

“Do you want to cum Ranko?”

The red head nodded desperately, her eyes wide and wild as she mewled out her best muffled yes.
Kasumi’s smirk widened and she slid forward, her own juicy wet cunt inches from Ranko’s face.

“Then earn it my lovely little slut. Earn your release.”

Ranko barely hesitated, simply diving in and showing just how enthusiastic she could be when she was
desperate. Kasumi threw her head back and let out a loud long moan as the eager red head went to
town on her cunt. The hours had taken their own toll on the eldest Tendo Daughter. She was already
close when Ranko got started, and having the younger girl go absolutely crazy with that flexible muscle
she called a tongue brought Kasumi to her peak quite speedily.

Reaching back even as her own orgasm began, Kasumi placed three fingers in Ranko’s cunt as she
undulated her pussy across the red head’s face, fingering Ranko far more vigorously and more roughly
than before. Ranko came hard a moment later as well, her entire body shaking and her back arching up
into the air as Kasumi watched Ranko’s eyes roll back in her head from the sheer pleasure.

The two women were left panting, Kasumi sliding off of Ranko and falling down alongside her as they
each calmed their racing hearts. Reaching over, the eldest Tendo daughter pulled on the bottom of the
silk rope, near Ranko’s cute pert behind. Tugging it free, the complex rope bondage collapsed, freeing
up Ranko’s arms, which immediately encircled Kasumi’s waist as the smaller bustier girl cuddled into
her wife’s sweaty naked body, her own form equally sweaty.

Kasumi just smiled and ran her hand through the red head’s crimson locks. She couldn’t wait for
tomorrow when they’d do it all again, with a twist.

-x-X-x-
Ranma stared down at Kasumi, eyes wide and cock unbelievably hard as she looked back over her
shoulder at him and grinned wickedly.

“Well dear husband? What will you do with me first?”

It was the next day, and of course they’d both ended up horny again. Ranma had been happy to get to
play this time, as Ranko had been in control the entire previous day. Watching his female half go at it
with his wife was an interesting experience, as he sort of watched it from a third person perspective
rather than feeling everything himself. And Ranma was a young man. Watching two cute girls have sex
was most certainly something he enjoyed.

Still, he couldn’t help but think that this was even better than having a front row seat to yesterday.
Kasumi was on her knees in front of him, facing away and resting on the side of her face. She’d walked
him through the steps needed to tie her up in a similar yet far simpler version of the complex rope
bondage she’d put Ranko in the day before.

Now, Kasumi’s sopping wet cunt and tight asshole were pushed up into the air and out towards Ranma
and his thick cock. How exactly what he going to go about this? Kasumi had told him today was his day,
that he could do whatever he wanted to her once she was tied up and helpless before his predilections.
So what was he going to do to her? He could repeat the performance yesterday and try to tease and
edge Kasumi like she did to Ranko.

But Ranko was not Ranma and he felt no need to ‘take revenge’ on his older more experienced wife. In
fact, there was only one thing he felt the need for right now. Could it really be that simple? Licking his
lips, Ranma got up on the bed behind Kasumi and crouched down, one hand grabbing Kasumi’s fat
bubble butt to hold her steady while the other took hold of his cock and lined it up with the dark haired
woman’s needy cunt.

A moment later, Ranma was inside of his wife and thrusting away. Kasumi hollered out at the sudden
intrusion before gagging herself by biting down hard on the soft fabric of their sheets. Ranma didn’t
really care though if anyone heard them. Their fathers wanted them to make babies after all and
Kasumi’s dad in particular seemed terrified of pissing off his eldest daughter.

The only real issue was the way Genma acted at dinner sometimes after Ranma and Kasumi had spent
the day locked in their room together. He was literally moved to tears by his joy at times and that was
kind of freaky. This wasn’t really the kind of thing to be thinking about right now though, so Ranma tore
his thoughts from their fathers, focusing back on Kasumi’s beautiful body as it writhed under him.

Grunting, Ranma thrust harder, pistoning into Kasumi’s cunt again and again and drawing muffled cries
from betwixt the more experienced woman’s mouth. But there was one thing Ranma had in spades over
Kasumi, even if his lack of experience with sex had laid him out their first night together. Ranma was a
martial artist and he’d lived as one on the road for much of his natural born life. And if you’re going to
live as a wandering martial artist, there’s one thing you need a whole fucking lot of. Stamina!

Grinning ferally, the dark haired heir to the Anything Goes School of Martial Artists slammed home into
his wife’s cunt even faster. Soon enough, Kasumi was coming around his cock, but he didn’t stop,
didn’t even pause for a second. Kasumi just whimpered, mewling helplessly and bouncing her hips back
towards Ranma’s rapidly pistoning cock as best she could. Even as lewd and perverted as his wife was
though, she was in no way ready to handle the strength of a martial artist.

Even now, Ranma was holding back to avoid actually injuring her. He’d held back quite a lot at first, but
now at Kasumi’s prodding he had a better idea of exactly what she was capable of handling. This was
close to the upper limits, but not over yet. And Ranma could go at it for hours like this. That’s exactly
what he proceeded to do, the young man fucking his beloved wife into the bed through orgasm after
orgasm, until she was just plain exhausted.

When Kasumi’s cries slowed down and then disappeared, replaced by quiet mewls and then even that
was gone, Ranma slowed his thrusts, reaching down and lifting up his life’s head by her hair. The
bound woman was half-unconscious, having passed out under the furious onslaught Ranma had levied
on her. Grinning victoriously, the martial artist proceeded to grab hold of her fat ass and thrust into her
for a little while longer.

He stopped holding back his impending orgasm and within a few moments Ranma was cumming deep
in Kasumi’s womb. The copious amount of white hot seed that he used to paint her insides filled Kasumi
to the brim and then some, leaving her leaking just a bit when he finally pulled out and cradled her to his
chest. Kasumi was still bound in the rope bondage, but Ranma had no idea how to really untie her
safely, so he just cuddled her against him and smiled, nuzzling her hair as she murmured in her sleep.

His last thoughts before drifting off were towards incorporating the things that Kasumi was teaching him
and Ranko into the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts. After all… if anything goes, ANYTHING goes,
right?
 3 - Ranma/Kasumi/Ryoga

Kasumi furrowed her brow as she heard shouting outside the Tendo House. Turning off the water and
setting down the dish she’d been cleaning, the eldest Tendo daughter made her way out of the home
and onto the street, where she found her darling Ranma squaring off with an unknown boy in a yellow
bandana with black spots.

The boy pointed at Ranma as her husband lifted up his fists, clearly ready for a fight.

“Ranma Saotome! You’ve ruined my life! Prepare to die!”

Ranma let out a growl in response.

“I don’t even know who you are buddy! Get a clue and fuck off why don’tcha! I’m not interested in
fighting you!”

“Then this will be a short match indeed!”

Kasumi watched on concerned as the unknown boy launched himself at Ranma and the two began to
fight. For a brief moment, the young curvy woman stays back, allowing Ranma the chance to deal with
this uninterrupted. She knows just how strong her husband is in the Anything Goes School of Martial
Arts, and as his wife, Kasumi believes it is her duty to support him by having faith in him.

Still, as the fight goes on, it becomes obvious that things are rather even between the two martial artists.
Kasumi is a little shocked that another boy Ranma’s age is such a strong fighter, as she’d believed up
to this point that Ranma was a prodigious talent, a once in a lifetime kind of man. Perhaps he still was
though, and this other boy was simply the twice in a lifetime kind of man.

The thought actually caused something almost forgotten to stir in Kasumi’s chest. She began to heat up
as she watched the two manly men go at it, exchanging blows and exchanging taunts with the same
amount of force. Damn but they both looked absolutely fine, their muscles rippling beneath their outfits.
Kasumi caught small glimpses of bulging arms as they continued to meet again and again, head on.

And abruptly, Kasumi knew what she wanted and what she had to do to get it. Pursing her lips together,
the eldest Tendo daughter ran out into the middle of the fight, trusting Ranma to protect her and hoping
that his opponent was both honorable and skilled enough to notice her. She was proven right when the
battle stuttered to a halt as she came between the two young men, her palms outstretched between
them. Both Ranma and his unknown assailant were red faced and out of breath, a testament to just how
hard they’d been fighting for the short few minutes it had taken her to come to her decision.

Licking her lips, the older woman smiled at both boys, knowing she had their undivided attention. Ranma
because of the deep bond of love and adoration that now existed between them and the other boy
because she could see the way he was blushing a deep scarlet red as he ogled her voluptuous body.
“Boys, please… don’t fight any longer. Tell me, what’s your name?”

This was of course directed to the unknown boy, though he still startled when she addressed him
directly, seeming to realize he’d been caught staring and blushing all the redder.

“R-Ryoga ma’am! Ryoga Hibiki!”

Kasumi smiles and inclines her head in acknowledgement before glancing at Ranma. She sees that her
dear husband has relaxed slightly, showing a good deal of trust in her ability to mediate between him
and this Ryoga Hibiki. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy to know Ranma trusted her that much. She
could only hope he would hear her out given her plan.

“Ryoga… please, let us use our words rather than our fists for a moment. Consider this a heartfelt
request from a concerned woman, fearful for her husband’s health.”

That got a shocked look from Ryoga and he gave her a none-to-subtle once over yet again before
looking to Ranma in blatant surprise.

“You and him are… together?”

Ranma grumbled indignantly but Kasumi just smiled a bit wider and nodded.

“Yes, Ranma Saotome is my husband and I am his devoted and loving wife. As such, I would rather any
dispute you have with him be settled through non-violent means. Please Ryoga, can you do that? For
me if not for Ranma?”

Ryoga stammered and stuttered before eventually just shutting his mouth and nodding jerkily. Kasumi let
herself relax a bit, her smile becoming more easy-going as she lowered her hands and used them to
beckon both boys inside the Tendo home instead.

“Good. Then come in Ryoga Hibiki. So long as you are peaceful, the Tendo home is open to you.”

She led both martial artists inside and sat them down at the table before quickly preparing a small snack
in the kitchen. The Tendo house was empty for the moment, a thing that was becoming more and more
frequent of late. Kasumi knew it was because of her and Ranma’s… proclivities but she also knew that
her husband hadn’t quite caught onto the distinct absence of the others they lived with whenever the
two of them happened to be home together at the same time.

Still, it meant that it was just the three of them in the Tendo Family’s small dining area. Settling into the
seiza position, Kasumi smiled at Ryoga as he and Ranma scarfed down the small plates of food that
she’d just whipped up.

“Now Ryoga, please… explain this problem that you have with Ranma. Leave nothing out. And husband
of mine, please stay quiet while he speaks. You will have your chance to share your side of the story.”

Ranma nodded begrudgingly and Ryoga licked his lips, setting down his empty plate and beginning to
tell his tale. Kasumi listened with one ear, already having an idea of what she wanted to do to ‘pay
back’ all the ‘pain’ Ryoga had experienced. Her mind was made up. All that was left was listening to
Ryoga’s sob story so that she could in turn convince Ranma.

-x-X-x-

When Ryoga finally petered off, having run out of grievances to lay at Ranma’s feet, Kasumi nodded
and then looked to her husband, who was actually looking guiltier than she’d expected given that most
of what Ryoga had said was the young man’s fault, or the fault of his family curse. Curiosity piqued,
Kasumi peered at Ranma.

“Ranma? You have something to add, don’t you?”

If it had been anyone else, Ranma probably would have clammed up. But it was her asking and so
instead of refusing to answer, Ranma scowled and looked away, unable to meet Ryoga’s eyes.

“That bit at the hot springs… it was more my fault than you know Hibiki. I fell into one too… and I was the
red haired girl that knocked you into your own cursed hot spring. Sorry.”

Ryoga’s eyes widened in outrage and the young man opened his mouth, no doubt to say something
that would leave all chances of solving the enmity between the two of them impossible. Before he could
speak a word, Kasumi had a hand held up, silencing him quite effectively.

“Ryoga, please. I have a suggestion for how my husband and I can make up for all the suffering that he
inadvertently caused you. Before the two of you resort to violence again, I would like a chance to do
things my way.”

Having spent the last while learning what Kasumi’s way entailed, Ranma immediately caught onto what
his older wife was planning, his eyes going as wide as saucers as Ryoga furrowed his brow and
frowned.

“What are you suggesting?”

“No! I won’t let that happen! Kasumi, how could you even th-!”

Kasumi planted a single finger over her husband’s mouth, shushing him as she outlined her plan.

“I want the two of you to share my body. Ranma, I am not offering Ryoga the chance to have sex with
me alone. You are my husband and you will always be a part in everything I do. That said, you have
wronged Ryoga and the two of you share a bond as rivals that should not be broken. Allowing the two of
you to lay claim to my body at the same time will heal the rift between you both. Ryoga… would this allow
you to put your grievances with my husband aside so that we all may start with a clean slate?”

Ryoga’s face was aflame as he stared at her with wide eyes. Ranma was blushing deeply as well, but
his outrage had melted away into contemplation as Kasumi once again did something Ranma had not
had done to him much in his short life. She used words to convince him of something, rather than martial
arts. Ranma was very weak to an onslaught of words, no matter how weak the logic in what Kasumi was
saying was.
Smirking, seeing that she had both boys effectively silenced, Kasumi stood up and pulled off her apron,
then tugged down her low cut shirt near effortlessly, seeming completely and utterly casual about the
fact that she’d just exposed her breasts to two young men. Ranma licked his lips at the sight, while
Ryoga began to hyperventilate. So of course, Kasumi went right to the latter.

Pushing the dishes aside, she climbed onto the table and positioned herself across it, directly between
her husband and Ryoga, her ass facing Ranma as she leaned down and grabbed at Ryoga’s crotch,
stroking his growing bulge up and down. As she did so, she grinned at the panting martial artist, her tits
dangling right in front of his face.

“Go on. Play with them.”

Ryoga didn’t need to be told twice. His hands were on her breasts a moment later even as Kasumi
slowly extracted his sizable cock from his pants, stroking the warm throbbing shaft up and down. Behind
her, she spread her legs as wide as she could, showing Ranma a nice up skirt shot of her naked cunt
and her lack of panties. That was all her husband needed to join in and before Kasumi knew it, Ranma
was kneeling on the table behind her, her skirt hiked up and his cock rubbing against her wet pussy from
behind.

Kasumi moaned wantonly as Ranma pushed into her inch by inch. At the same time, she pushed past
Ryoga’s arms and leaned even further down to close her lips around the head of his cock as she began
to suckle at it. At this point, the eldest Tendo daughter was laying prone across the dining table, her tits
hanging off the edge while she bobbed her head up and down on Ryoga’s shaft. Ranma knelt over her,
thrusting away into her cunt and Kasumi had never felt more alive.

It had been far too long since she’d had two men at once, but Kasumi was too loyal to ever betray
Ranma. Luckily, this absolutely perfect situation had come along and the circumstances were just right
for her to make this work. She moaned happily, her tongue slurping and swirling around Ryoga’s cock
as the bandana wearing young man let out a groan. His hands were still on her tits though, groping and
kneading her sensitive mammaries as Ranma pushed her forward into his grasp.

Kasumi wanted more though. She transferred her hands from the base of Ryoga’s cock to under him,
grasping his ass and using the grip to pull him closer to her mouth. With this, Kasumi could take all of
Ryoga’s considerable length in between her lips and subsequently down her throat. The eldest Tendo
daughter deep-throated the martial artist’s dick while being plowed from behind by her husband like the
pro cock-sucker she was, moaning wantonly and sending vibrations up his length all the while.

“F-fuck, your wife is a total slut Ranma!”

It might have been meant as an insult, a challenge from one rival to another. But Kasumi had put quite a
lot of effort into desensitizing Ranma to the stigma surrounding that word. In their relationship, words like
slut and whore were compliments and she’d made that very clear to her dear husband over the course
of their time together.

As such, when Ryoga said that, Kasumi was pleased to hear Ranma’s response.
“Hah! Yeah she is. She’s my total slut. Wouldn’t have her any other way.”

He punctuated that statement with a smack across Kasumi’s fat ass, causing her butt cheek to jiggle
from the force of the blow as a happy muffled moan reverberated down Ryoga’s length. The martial
artist groaned in response, completely taken off guard by both that and Ranma’s cavalier response to
his half-hearted insult.

In the end, Ryoga just went with it, and the two strapping young men fucked into Kasumi’s holes from
either end of her in relative silence for several more minutes, the room filled with the sounds of flesh
slapping against flesh and a combination of groans, grunts, moans and whimpers as all three of them
got what they wanted.

By the time Ryoga and Ranma came inside of her, Kasumi had climaxed around their huge members
more times than she could count. She was still more than coherent enough to drink down every last drop
of Ryoga’s seed, not spilling a single drop as he came down her throat. When he was done, he pulled
out of her and Ranma did the same, leaving a copious amount of white hot cum to leak from between
Kasumi’s legs.

The eldest Tendo daughter grinned wickedly as she straightened up.

“That was quite fun boys. Still, I think there’s someone else that needs to give Ryoga a more… personal
apology. A certain red head. What do you think Ranma?”

Given the split between Ranma and Ranko these days, Kasumi wasn’t surprised when her husband’s
face split into a massive grin at the idea of his feminine half getting punished for her actions. Ryoga
looked far less sure, but Kasumi simply took his cock in hand and stroked it up and down, keeping the
young man frozen in place with a simple handjob as she nodded to Ranma.

Her husband nodded back and left the room to find water. When he returned, it would be as a she. And
Kasumi and her darling submissive crimson haired wife would have quite a lot of fun with Ryoga Hibiki.
 4 - Ranko/Ryoga/Kasumi

Ryoga Hibiki was no longer quite so sure about all of this. To be fair, he’d been a bit put off from the
very beginning by the whole idea. Sharing Ranma’s wife with him to bridge the gap and quell the anger
that lay between them? It seemed a little ludicrous, but while Ryoga was a martial artist above all else,
horny young man was a close second.

So he’d gone along with things and boy had he been happy he did so. Kasumi Tendo not only had a
great pair of breasts that he’d played with for what felt like ages, she was also an excellent cocksucker,
even if it was the first time he’d ever had his cock sucked. He was pretty sure that regardless of a lack
of frame of reference, the slightly older woman was an expert. There was no way it could have felt so
good if she wasn’t.

Spit roasting Ranma’s wife actually had gone a long way to making Ryoga feel better about all the shit
that he blamed Ranma for. And when it was all over and he’d cum down Kasumi’s throat, watching the
woman as she swallowed every last drop almost greedily, Ryoga had been ready to live and let live. It
had been Kasumi that wasn’t nearly satisfied with everything and the moment he’d seen her looking
between Ranma and him with that wicked smirk on her face, he’d known it was bad news.

Now, here he was, standing there like a dumbass, staring at the naked form of a familiar red haired
busty beauty. Ranma in his girl form was still pretty damn hot but now that Ryoga knew it was Ranma,
he couldn’t possibly get aroused by the sight of those large tits and the cute dimply smile on her face, or
her wide hi- down cock, down! Ryoga grumbled as he tried in vain to cover his hard on, much to the
amusement of the two women in the room.

“W-what the hell is this? I know that’s Ranma now, you can’t possibly think I’d be interested in fucking
him.”

Ranma looked surprised while Kasumi merely smiled and moved in towards the short stacked red
head’s back, reaching up behind her to grab her large tits. The younger woman moaned wantonly as
Kasumi explained.

“This isn’t Ranma anymore Ryoga. While yes, they technically share the same headspace and the
same body, even if that body is rather fluid, Ranko is one hundred percent separate from my darling
Ranma. Ah, I’m such a lucky woman, having both a husband and a wife.”

Ryoga just stared, his face aflame with arousal at the sight of Kasumi molesting the busty red head like
she was.

“R-Ranko?”

‘Ranko’ looked up at him and bit her lower lip, nodding shyly and speaking in a surprisingly soft
feminine tone.
“Being as masculine as he is, Ranma couldn’t quite handle the pleasure that Kasumi was able to force
on him when he was stuck in his female form. The contradiction broke him a little and to make things
alright, I was born to take over whenever the curse was activated and he was turned into a female. I truly
am sorry for what Ranma did with my body back at the cursed springs Ryoga. I hope you can forgive us,
but if you want to slake yourself on my body for revenge, I’m happy to let you do that as well.”

Ryoga was pretty sure if she continued talking he’d have a heart attack. Already he could feel himself
beginning to hyper ventilate as he stared at those beautiful doe eyes on the naked red head’s face.
Kasumi giggled at his plight and he shot her a betrayed look that she simply returned by smiling smugly
and batting her eye lashes.

“What do you say Ryoga? You and Ranma made up, but my dear little Ranko still regrets the part she
played in you becoming cursed, no matter how small it was. Allow us to lavish you with our attention.
You can have us both. Have you ever been with two women before, Ryoga?”

The way she elongated the pronunciation of his name made trying to hide his throbbing massive dick
behind his hands any longer outright impossible. Ryoga gave up on that as a lost cause and swallowed
thickly as he considered Kasumi’s words. He’d never been with one woman before, not really. Getting
to fondle Kasumi’s tits and then being sucked off by the same woman that was the furthest he’d ever
gotten when it came to matters of sex.

And if it really wasn’t Ranma, but was instead a new personality named Ranko that was distinctly
feminine, it wasn’t like Ryoga was fucking another dude right? It was probably totally fine this way.
Biting his lower lip, Ryoga finally gave in, the bandana wearing young man nodding slowly, much to the
delight of both women before him.

“Alright… fine. How do we begin?”

Grinning impishly, Kasumi began to guide Ranko forward until she was right in front of Ryoga. Then, the
older woman transitioned her grip on Ranko’s tits to the underside, simply hefting the massive
mammaries up as if to offer them to Ryoga. Judging by the anticipatory look in Ranko’s eyes, this was
exactly what Kasumi was doing so after a moment of hesitation, the young man reached out and took
hold of the offered breasts, squeezing and kneading them, much to Ranko’s vocal enjoyment.

As the red head moaned, Ryoga found himself transfixed by the way her large tits molded and gave way
to his grasp. Her sensitive boob flesh truly was intoxicating and he couldn’t quite help blurting out what
he said next.

“Y-You’re even bigger than Kasumi…”

A good-natured scowl and a happy little giggle from Kasumi and Ranko respectively finally put Ryoga
the rest of the way at ease. The last of his tension bled from his shoulders and the young man let an
easy-going smile spread across his face as he continued to play with Ranko’s tits for a little while
longer. Eventually though, it was Kasumi who decided to move things on, her hands suddenly on the
short red head’s shoulders. Ryoga watched as the slightly older woman pushed the younger to her
knees, descending to her own at the same time.
Now that they were face level with his cock, Kasumi was quick to grab Ranko by the base of her long
ponytail, pushing the crimson haired young woman’s head forward until Ryoga’s cock was rubbing all
over her face through no fault of his own. Staring down at the sight before him, Ryoga felt his mouth go
dry as he watched Ranko part her pouty lips so she could take his dick in between them. After she’d
sucked him in, the red head went to work on his shaft, not nearly as experienced or skilled as Kasumi
yet still doing a number on the horny young man.

Ryoga threw back his head and groaned, placing his hands in Ranko’s hair and luxuriating in the feeling
of having his dick sucked by the submissive beautiful red head. It was intense, especially when Kasumi
began to force Ranko deeper and deeper on his length, all the way to the hilt.

“That’s right darling, take it all you slutty little girl. Take every last bit of his big hard dick in your throat.
There you go, there you go~”

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Hearing Kasumi disparaging Ranko like that even as the red head gagged on his shaft, her nose buried
in his pubes, it was just too much for Ryoga. He let out a shout and began to cum on the spot, eyes wide
as he watched Kasumi hold Ranko in place. The younger woman immediately choked on his cum, his
white hot seed exploding out of her nostrils and the corners of her mouth as she squirmed a bit, but
Kasumi wasn’t letting her go and eventually she managed to swallow most of Ryoga’s ejaculate,
beyond what had already spilled out onto her face.

Panting heavily, Ryoga pulled out of Ranko’s throat, still staring at the scene before him even as
Kasumi spun the red head around and immediately began to kiss her, licking the remnants of his
discharge from her wife’s face even as she pulled the naked young woman back onto her back.
Ryoga’s eyes trailed down Ranko’s back to her wide hips and firm full ass and he blinked as Kasumi
reached back and pointed down at Ranko’s dripping wet pussy lips.

The nonverbal invitation, given while Kasumi was distracting Ranko… it made Ryoga’s cock jump back
to attention in record time and the bandana wearing martial artist quickly knelt between Kasumi’s legs,
grabbing hold of his thick prick and bringing it to bear on Ranko’s slit. A moment later he was inside of
the red head, much to her surprise. Ranko squealed like a stuck pig as he lost his virginity to her, forcing
his shaft into her deep inner passage, groaning at how slick it was.

In no time at all, Ryoga was thrusting away, plowing Ranko from behind as Kasumi held her down,
kissing her. The submissive red head eventually stopped squirming and simply took it, her wide hips
pushing back towards his cock as Ryoga pistoned it in and out of her cunt. If this was what sex was like,
Ryoga wasn’t sure he cared about martial arts anymore. If this was what a threesome was like, Ryoga
was convinced he was already ruined for normal sex, because Kasumi’s presence added something to
the entire experience that he couldn’t even begin to quantify.

Groaning louder, Ryoga continued to slam home into Ranko’s cunt, feeling the tip of his cock pressing
against the entrance of her cervix with every thrust until finally he felt his balls churning and a load of
cum traveling down the length of his shaft. Ryoga knew this much at least, even if he never had had sex
before now, he’d learned how babies were made.
At the last second, the bandana wearing martial artist pulled out of Ranko’s pussy and release his white
hot seed all over her back and her ass, covering her smooth undulating flesh in a liberal layer of sticky
cum. A feeling of visceral satisfaction at seeing the red head defiled in this way washed through
Ryoga’s body even as his cock once again began to soften in his hand.

Only, Kasumi apparently wasn’t done yet. Before Ryoga knew it, the beautiful woman had flipped her
and Ranko over. She pinned the messy red head down and kissed her deeply before pulling away to
look back over her shoulder at him, a wicked glint in her eye as she shook her ass back towards him
invitingly.

“Ryoga~ I could never let you have my cunt, as that’s Ranma’s… but I do have one more hole to offer
you.”

Ryoga’s eyes widened as he realized the woman meant the hole nestled between her butt cheeks.
Even as he worried about cleanliness, his cock began to once again grow hard and thick at the
insinuation, the blush on his face turning an even deeper scarlet color. Apparently seeing the conflict in
his eyes, Kasumi’s lips spread into an impish grin.

“You don’t need to worry about it being clean Ryoga~ I make sure to clean it very thoroughly every
single day. I’m a little bit of an anal slut, to tell you the truth. It’s already lubed up and ready for you. All
you have to do is stick it in.”

Swallowing hard, Ryoga moved forward almost like a zombie, his mouth once again dry as he reached
out and grabbed Kasumi’s ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them apart to find that the woman
wasn’t lying. Her sphincter looked pristine and even glistened, the lube she’d mentioned. Unable to
resist, Ryoga slowly pushed his pulsating member forward and began to penetrate Kasumi’s ass much
to the Tendo woman’s vocal delight.

He slid in rather easily but it was still the most intense pressure he’d ever felt in his admittedly limited
sex life. Ryoga groaned as he began to saw in and out of Kasumi’s butthole and Kasumi moaned in
response before turning her attention back to the blissed out Ranko beneath her, kissing the hell out of
the red head as Ryoga fucked her ass.

Even having come twice already… Kasumi’s ass was just too much. To be fair to Ryoga, he was doing
better than most would have been able to. After all, there was a reason that Soun Tendo feared his
daughter and it had everything to do with what had happened between a sexually curious Kasumi Tendo
and the good doctor Tofu Ono. ‘The mind is willing by the flesh is spongy and weak’ was an apt
description of the events that had led to Dr. Tofu swearing off all contact with not only Kasumi but the
entire Tendo household.

So, when Ryoga came within a few minutes of beginning to truly fuck Kasumi’s asshole, it wasn’t really
his fault. The eldest Tendo daughter’s butt could probably be classified as a potentially lethal martial
artist move, if one used a rather liberal interpretation of martial arts. Completely sucked dry, Ryoga fell
back away from Kasumi’s ass, his cock coming out with a pop. The young man landed on his back,
completely zonked out, his eyes rolled back in his head and his eyelids fluttering shut from sheer
exhaustion.
Looking back over her shoulder at him, Kasumi giggled and then glanced back to her beautiful crimson
haired wife. Ranko blushed up at her and bit her lower lip needily in a way that never failed to get
Kasumi’s engine revving all over again. It would be some time before the two women would be done in
the same way Ryoga was done.

-x-X-x-

Ranma had a smile on his face as he waved Ryoga off. The other martial artist was smiling too and he
waved back good-naturedly before continuing on his way. Neither knew when they’d see each other
again given Ryoga’s issues with travel, but they now shared a bond as brothers that went deeper than
any previous issue either had with the other.

Looking to Kasumi, Ranma raised an eyebrow.

“Are you satisfied woman?”

The words were said in an exasperated tone, but not truly that seriously as Kasumi covered her mouth
and giggled again.

“For now my dear husband~”

Narrowing his eyes, Ranma crossed his arms over her muscular chest.

“And what does that mean, darling wife?”

Kasumi licked her lips and gave Ranma a sultry smile as she got closer, wrapping her arms around the
sturdy young man’s neck and hooking a leg up against his waist in a way that would show far too much
of her skin to any who were passing by on the street where they were stood.

“Ah, my loving, understanding husband… surely you know by now that pleasure does not have to take
place between just two people. We can have so much fun together… and with others if we like. Did you
enjoy sharing me with Ryoga?”

Ranma’s face took on a considering look for a moment before he nodded.

“I did. It was fun, making ya into a spit roast like you called it. You clenched down harder around my
dick than you ever have before when you had Ryoga’s prick in your mouth.”

Kasumi’s sultry smile became a full blown wicked grin as she ran her fingers down Ranma’s chest,
pushing inside of his gi and tracing the edges of his pecs directly.

“And Ranko? Did she enjoy her time with Ryoga?”

Here Ranma blushed, but still nodded all the same.

“Yeah she did. Ranko’s already on board anyways, but then she’ll do anything you tell her and you
know that. You’re gonna have to make it good before I go along with any games. Ryoga was alright…
but I won’t just let any man fuck my wife.”

Kasumi let out a moan of happiness at Ranma’s possessive tone and the martial artist could feel his
wife’s naked pussy lips rubbing against his leg, steadily soaking through his pants right there in the
open as she nuzzled his neck.

“Does that mean any woman is allowed to fuck me dear husband?”

Ranma paused and then snorted, glancing down at his minx of a wife.

“Hmph, only if I get to watch, if not participate…”

Licking her lips, Kasumi nodded slowly, locking gazes with Ranma and looking at him with hooded eyes.

“That can be arranged darling. That can be arranged.”

The two perverted lovebirds moved back inside as Ranma chuckled, sure that if nothing else, his
beautiful wife would keep him on his toes going forward. Time would tell what sort of mischief she would
get up to next. Still, if any of it was half as good as the fun they’d had with Ryoga, Ranma didn’t think
he’d mind one bit.
 5 - Kodachi/Ranma/Kasumi

Ranma Saotome basked in the afterglow of sex with his beautiful, voluptuous wife. In turn, Kasumi
simply smiled as they lay together cuddling. The older woman was slightly taller than her husband, and
thus had no issue letting him rest his head on her breasts as he thought. Kasumi’s fingers ran through
Ranma’s dark hair, all while the young man traced his own fingers along her cream-filled cunt, his cock
a bit of a mess and currently soft.

They’d been fucking for hours, but neither of them was even remotely exhausted. This was but a simple
five minute breather. Still, her husband did seem to be a bit more contemplative than he usually was
during their short breaks. His fingers were less focused and he would normally be suckling at one of her
nipples right now rather than simply laying his head on her chest.

“Something on your mind beloved?”

Ranma shifted, a grunt escaping his lips as he turned his head to look up at his darling wife. There’s an
easy going smile on his face, but Kasumi can see a familiar hunger in his eyes as well. His hand comes
up from her pussy to her chest and he softly gropes one of her breasts as he shrugs his shoulders.

“I enjoyed sharing you with Ryoga. And Ranko certainly had fun as well. Spit-roasting you with him to
heal our rift… it was ingenious Kasumi. But it also felt really good. I think… I think I want to do it again. I
want to bring another person in to have some fun with.”

The wide, beatific smile that spreads across Kasumi’s face when she hears that is completely genuine.
Her hand in Ranma’s hair tightens and the eldest Tendo daughter pulls her darling husband up to kiss
him deeply. Ranma returns the kiss as he turns over and crawls over her body, both his hands latching
onto her naked tits, his rapidly hardening cock suddenly between her legs, rubbing against her already
wet pussy slit.

A moment later, he’s inside of her again, displacing some of the cum he’d already deposited in her cunt
even as he begins to make love to his gorgeous wife. As he begins to speed up his pistoning and
Kasumi wraps her legs around his waist, they eventually pull back and look into each other’s eyes.
Kasumi is grinning now, her face heating up with lust and arousal as Ranma fucks her with long,
powerful thrusts.

“That sounds wonderful Ranma. I’m so happy to hear that. I think a girl this time would be perfect,
don’t you?”

Ranma’s face lit up with a wide grin of his own.

“Oh? You think I’m man enough to handle two women at once?”

That got a scoff from slightly older woman as she laughed, clearly able to see that he was fishing for
compliments. Still, Kasumi gave Ranma what he wanted, not able to deny her beloved husband
anything.

“Ranma, I know you are. I’m sure you could handle five women at once, if you put your mind to it. I am
truly blessed to have a husband full of vitality and vigor. You are a man amongst men.”

It was Ranma’s turn to laugh as Kasumi laid it on thick with that purring salacious tone of hers. Leaning
forward again, the martial artist kissed his wife heatedly, and the two of them lost themselves in one
another once more. Ranma didn’t think of his proposal for another second, not because he no longer
wanted it, but because he knew that now that he’d said something, Kasumi would find the perfect
woman to join them.

He would leave it in his wife’s capable hands. Ranma trusted Kasumi with all of his heart, especially in a
matter like this.

-x-X-x-

A week later, Kodachi Kuno found herself flying out of the window of Akane’s room rather violently. The
martial artist, a practitioner of Rhythmic Gymnastics, had clearly underestimated her prey. Now she was
headed for the group at a speedy pace and Kodachi wasn’t entirely sure she’d manage the landing
without breaking a bone. However, just moments before her dirt-filled fate, someone grabbed her out of
midair with ease, arresting her motion and sliding her into a bridal carry. Kodachi blinked dumbly up at
the smiling dark haired boy that had caught her, even as he sat her down carefully.

“Hey! That didn’t look like it was on purpose, so I figured I’d lend a hand. Name’s Ranma, Ranma
Saotome… sorry about Akane, she can be a little rambunctious sometimes.”

How had Kodachi never seen this boy before at school? He definitely looked to be around the same age
as her. And why the hell was she blushing and stammering like a love struck schoolgirl? Forcibly
bringing herself under control, the young woman got back her composure and lifted up her nose, even
though her face still had a hint of red to its cheeks.

“I appreciate the assistance Ranma Saotome. I am Kodachi Kuno.”

She paused, expecting him to recognize her name. The moment of silence stretched on and it became
clear he had no idea who she was. With a laugh and a smile, Ranma ran a hand through the back of his
hair sheepishly.

“Nice to meet you Kodachi! I got to get back inside; I’m helping my wife prepare dinner. So I guess this
is where we part ways, unless you wanted to join us for our evening meal?”

Kodachi found herself put off again, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. His WIFE?! This
handsome young stud was already married?! No wonder he wasn’t at school, he apparently didn’t
need it if he’d already started his life as an adult! In that moment, Kodachi had two feelings warring
inside of her. One, she felt inadequate for the first time in her life. But two, she wanted to steal this
Ranma Saotome from his wife.

That last thought settled firmly in her head over the first. She was Kodachi Kuno, she couldn’t BE
inadequate. She would prove herself better than this mystery woman in every way! A slow smile spread
across the young martial artist’s face as she twirled some of her hair around a finger.

“I’d love that Ranma. Shall we?”

This would be a piece of cake, Kodachi was sure of it…

-x-X-x-

The Kuno girl didn’t know how it’d come to this, but somehow she’d ended up on her back in Ranma
and Kasumi’s room, completely naked. After a delightful meal where a sulky Akane had been incredibly
annoyed by her presence, she’d found herself… seduced by Kasumi Tendo! That was the only way to
describe this, now here she was, with Ranma inches away from taking her virginity as Kasumi’s hands
rubbed all over her body expertly, the married couple kissing over her.

When they finally parted, they looked down at Kodachi’s wide eyed blushing face with smiles. Kasumi
was the one to speak for them though.

“I could tell you were smitten with my husband from the moment I laid eyes on you. Mm, it’s nice to
know you enjoy women too, or else my charms wouldn’t have worked as well as they did. Are you ready
for your first time Kodachi?”

The girl was NOT used to being at this much of a disadvantage. Yet as she looked from Kasumi’s
wicked grin to Ranma’s kind, reassuring smile, she found herself nodding all the same, biting her lower
lip in anticipation. At her tepid agreement, Ranma reached down and grabbed hold of his large member.
Kodachi still wasn’t sure it would fit inside of her, but both he and Kasumi had been working on her for a
good few minutes now and she was definitely in the mind set for trying to make it fit by this point.

Her pussy lips wet, Ranma had no issues fitting the cockhead of his shaft against her entrance. Then he
was slowly pushing forward. Kodachi gasped a bit at the first penetration of this size she’d ever taken.
Of course, growing up as she had she’d lost her hymen to martial arts at an early age, and she also
was no stranger to the pleasure of the flesh. She’d had toys inside of her, even a favorite dildo back
home. But her dildo, while sizable, could not compare to Ranma’s dick.

Kodachi wondered if this was what all real male appendages felt like, or if Ranma was just special. The
Kuno girl wasn’t sure if she wanted to find out and possibly ruin things for herself. As it was, Ranma
certainly FELT pretty special as he continued to push into her, burying inch after inch of his amazing
length inside of her no longer virgin cunt.

By the time he bottomed out inside of her, Kodachi was gasping for breath, her chest heaving. Ranma
pulled back partially and Kasumi leaned down to capture Kodachi’s lips with her own. This allowed the
younger woman to calm her racing heart, but then Ranma was thrusting away and Kasumi’s tongue
was dominating Kodachi’s mouth and quite suddenly the pretty, dark-haired girl was awash in a sea of
sensation and pleasure.

Her first orgasm around Ranma’s pistoning prick came quite swiftly, though it didn’t seem to slow him
down even remotely. Kasumi’s hands moved to Kodachi’s breasts and the older girl began to grope her
right there even as Kodachi rode out her powerful climax. If she didn’t know any better, she would have
said that cumming on Ranma’s dick was much better than reaching orgasm via her sex toys back at
home.

By the second orgasm, Kodachi Kuno was ready to admit something she didn’t admit to very often. In
this case, she didn’t know any better. Ranma’s dick WAS better than anything she had to pleasure
herself with back home. His hot, throbbing, meaty member was filling her up in a way she’d never
experienced before and his thrusting technique was hitting all the right places inside of her sopping wet
cunt. It was like he somehow instinctively knew her better than the young woman even knew herself.

Kodachi came again and again around Ranma’s massive member, and the formally virgin ‘Black
Rose’ was feeling distinctly claimed by the time Ranma himself finally reached release and filled her
womb with his seed. He didn’t even hesitate, plastering the walls of her pussy with hot, white cum.
Kodachi shuddered and orgasmed one final time, wanting to tell Ranma that if anything came of it, he
had to take responsibility.

Unfortunately, Kasumi still had her mouth on lockdown and while Kodachi got the feeling that she could
have pulled away from the older girl any time she wanted to… she just really didn’t want to. In fact, after
Ranma pulled out of her, Kasumi just kept right on kissing and groping her from above. Kodachi allowed
it to continue well past what might have been considered ‘proper’ for a threesome. More like, by this
point it was just a lesbian make out session with Ranma watching on, his dick still hard and in his hand.

Kodachi had never thought of herself as a lesbian before. To be fair, she wasn’t if she enjoyed
Ranma’s dick so much. But she also really enjoyed Kasumi’s kisses. That made her… bisexual didn’t
it? The thought surprised the Kuno girl. To think that there was pleasure to be found from both sexes like
this. She’d never have guessed, romantic that she was. She’d been waiting for the right man to pursue
to come along so she could allow him to capture her delicate maiden heart.

The Kuno girl had thought that was Ranma, even if he was married. But now she realized that she rather
liked both Ranma and Kasumi. Each had their… perks so to speak. When Kasumi finally broke off their
kiss, Kodachi let out a slight whimper. Kasumi just grinned at her and then looked at Ranma.

“I think this little slut is ready for the next level dear husband. Help me get her into position.”

Kodachi’s brow furrowed in confusion but ultimately she didn’t do much to resist as she was pulled up
and put on her hands and knees. Kasumi slid under her and hooked her hands over Kodachi’s hips,
abruptly pulling her cream-filled cunt down to Kasumi’s mouth. Kodachi’s eyes widened as the older
girl began to eat her out, but they got even wider when Ranma grabbed a fist full of her raven black hair
and pushed her down into Kasumi’s cunt as well.

T-This was f-forbidden f-fruit! Though she was already eagerly lapping away at the Tendo woman’s
pussy so she supposed it was too late to back out now. Plus, hadn’t she just decided she was bisexual?
Kodachi happily returned the favor as Kasumi’s tongue dug deep inside of her cunt. What she wasn’t
so happy about was Ranma’s wet finger suddenly prodding at her rosebud. Her head tried to snap up,
but Ranma’s hand was still in her hair, keeping her face ground in between Kasumi’s legs.

“Kasumi, hold her for me will you?”

Suddenly, those very same legs were wrapped rather expertly around Kodachi’s head. Ranma let go of
her hair after that, but Kodachi was still trapped, forced to eat out his wife as Kasumi held her in place
just as requested. All the while, Ranma continued to work at her asshole. Only belatedly did Kodachi
realize that THIS was the next level. The Kuno girl was completely taken aback by the married couple’s
pervertedness.

If licking another girl’s cunt had been forbidden fruit, this was like ULTRA forbidden fruit! And yet here
she was, slowly giving in to it as Ranma worked one, then two, then three fingers into her poor asshole.
Once he felt she was sufficiently spread open, the young man lined up his cock, still messy and lubed up
from their earlier fun, and then began to push into her.

Kodachi’s first experience with anal started out uncomfortable, but in no time at all she was surprised to
find she liked it. A combination of Ranma taking things slowly and preparing her beforehand, as well as
Kasumi giving her two things to focus on in the form of Kasumi’s tongue in her cunt and her own tongue
in Kasumi’s cunt, made it so that soon enough, Kodachi was moaning into the Tendo woman’s mound
as she tried to bounce her hips back towards Ranma’s thrusting prick.

He was moving too slowly for her taste and despite her inability to say so, he seemed to get the
message she was trying to get across. Speeding up, Ranma began to really give it to her, plowing the
Kuno girl’s ass with focused intensity as she and Kasumi continued to sixty nine right there on the bed.
In no time at all, Kodachi reached her first anal climax, her pussy juices flowing all over Kasumi’s face,
mixed with remnants of Ranma’s cum load.

This seemed to be a trigger for the freaky older girl, because she came in turn at being plastered with
Kodachi’s love fluids. Kodachi didn’t actually mind the taste of Kasumi’s own sexual juices too much,
and continued to lap away at the Tendo woman’s cunt as best she could. The two women came several
more times each as Ranma railed away at Kodachi’s ass, before finally the young man reached a
second release of his own, pulling out and cumming all over Kodachi’s and Kasumi’s bodies. The
copious amount of cum that came out of Ranma’s dick did a good job of coating both beauties in his
white, hot seed.

By this point, Kodachi was exhausted. Kasumi finally loosened her grip on Kodachi’s head, but even
that didn’t really clear up the swimminess the Kuno girl was now going through. Moaning, she fell
forward onto her face as soon as Kasumi had gotten out from under her, her ass still up in the air as she
slowly began to pass out. She heard a chuckle from Ranma and a giggle from Kasumi.

“You know, husband dear… she has a brother too. Perhaps he should be next.”

That was the last thing Kodachi heard before she fully passed out, and it influenced her final thought as
well. The married couple was considering bringing her BROTHER into things? Now she knew they were
both crazy…
 6 - Tatewaki Kuno/Ranko/Kasumi

Tatewaki Kuno wasn’t sure what was going on. The young man, referred to as Kuno by most people he
knew, wasn’t used to things going this easily. His normal confidence is useless here. If it was his darling
Akane, MAYBE he’d know how to act… but instead…

The tall, dark haired boy looks to his left and right as he’d basically dragged along towards a shopping
district. The short red head had latched onto his left arm, while Akane’s older sister had grasped his
right. Together, they’d walked him away from the school gates as his fellow Kendo Club members, the
only boys Kuno could properly call ‘friends’ even if they only sucked up to him due to his strength and
his family connections, had simply watched on as he was dragged off.

“A-ahm… what’s this about? Y-you’re Kasumi Tendo aren’t you?”

Akane’s eldest sister gave him a big wide smile, even shutting her eyes in the process. Kuno, being the
buffoon that he was, immediately melted into a flushed mess at the sight. Chasing down a girl his own
age was one thing! Declaring his love for a beautiful flower in the midst of blossoming, and fighting for
that love to become a reality! That was Kuno’s way!

But that did not make the young man prepared for… THIS! An older girl, rubbing her breasts up against
his arm! It was unheard of, inexplicable! Kuno quickly turned his eyes away from Kasumi Tendo and
focused his gaze on the girl he did NOT know instead.

“A-and who are you?”

The red head looked up at him and Kuno blushed even harder as he realized he could see right down
her top. She was certainly well endowed in the chest region, leaving Kuno to stare for way longer than a
gentleman should at her cleavage. When he realized what he was doing, he tore his gaze away and
stared at the red head’s wicked little grin with wide eyes.

“My name’s Ranko mister! Kasumi and I were hoping you’d treat us to something nice~ What do you
say?”

Kuno swallowed thickly. In the end, he could say nothing. But he did ultimately nod his head up and
down before ducking it bashfully as both beautiful flowers giggled happily and rubbed themselves up
against him even harder. Kuno felt like he was drowning and he didn’t know how to stop it.

-x-X-x-

Hours later, Tatewaki Kuno felt exhausted, but he also felt like he was doing a bit better, all told. He’d
eventually grown used to the amorous intentions of the two girls clinging to his muscular body like
limpets. His back had straightened and while the blush had never fully left his face, he’d managed to
hold his head high as they went from shop to shop, eatery to eatery. Kuno paid for everything of course
and now here they were, heading for the Tendo home, bags in their arms.
Scratch that, they’d just arrived in front of it. Blinking dumbly at the sight, Kuno stopped, waiting for the
two women to let go of him and say goodbye. It didn’t even cross the confident young man’s mind that
he might get invited inside. But that’s exactly what happens as both Ranko and Kasumi turn to him and
smile.

“Won’t you come in Tatewaki?”

“Yeah, at the very least help us get these bags to our room!”

Kuno flushed at familiarity, but even surprised, he managed to stay stoic and straight faced. Giving the
girls a nod, he helped them carry everything in. It was only once they were in their room and Kuno saw
the single bed that he began to get confused.

“I… you two share this bed together then?”

The idea is strange to the young man, who has grown up in wealth and privilege. He doesn’t
understand why two women would share a bed in an over-crowded house. But then, neither Ranko nor
Kasumi make it any easier when they turn to him and smile widely. Kasumi speaks for both as they
clasp hands.

“Well of course, it would be strange not to sleep in the same bed as my wife, wouldn’t it?”

Ranko giggled and nodded, while Kasumi was left flabbergasted by the idea. He was equal parts
disgusted and turned on, but the part of him that was disgusted was not an actual part of him at all, it
was merely the societal upbringing that made him a homophobe. The part of him that was turned on was
imagining Ranko and Kasumi kissing and suddenly, his boxers were uncomfortable as his cock began to
grow beneath his ever present kendo uniform.

He stood stock still as both Ranko and Kasumi seemed to approach him like big cats, predators on the
hunt for their prey.

“Ranko, I think I’ve made Tatewaki uncomfortable with my words. We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”

“Mm, definitely…”

And then they were on him. Before Kuno could react, before he could get away (a treacherous part of
his mind screeched that he shouldn’t want to!) he was being tackled from both sides. More than
anything, the tall young man was shocked at how strong Ranko turned out to be. Kasumi merely kissed
him, distracting him while Ranko manhandled him surprisingly effectively to their bed.

Before he knew it, Kuno was on his back and being divested of his Kendo uniform and undergarments.

“W-Wait! S-Stop! I don’t understand!”

They actually did pause for a brief moment, staring at him expectantly. Kuno realized he really didn’t
have a question for them, so he wracked his brain trying to find one, ultimately ending up with a rather
weak response.

“You two… are married?”

Kasumi and Ranko giggled and nodded, even showing off the wedding bands on their left hand ring
fingers. Kuno didn’t fully understand. He was fairly certain that same sex marriage was illegal in Japan…
but still, he wasn’t about to report anyone.

“A-and… you want me?”

The two women looked at each other for a long moment and then Ranma leaned in and before Kuno
knew what was happening (that seemed to keep happening to the poor flustered boy), the red head had
her lips wrapped around his suddenly revealed cock. A groan left Kuno’s mouth but Kasumi cut it off by
kissing him deeply. There was tongue involved and Kuno felt severely out of his depth.

Ranma was bobbing all the way up and down his painfully hard shaft at this point, her lips touching the
base of his member as she skillfully deep-throated him. By the time Kasumi let him up for air, Kuno
rushed his final question out.

“W-Why me?”

What did they want from him? The boy wasn’t stupid, there had to be strings attached her. Kasumi just
looked down at him and laughed, shrugging her shoulders.

“Why not Tatewaki? We already fucked your sister. This is just for fun okay? So let go of all that stiff,
prudishness. Drop the romance… have some fun with us, won’t you?”

Despite the question almost certainly being rhetorical, Kuno found himself swallowing thickly and
nodding anyways. They’d had sex with Kodachi too?! Kuno groaned as his cock jumped at the mental
image of all three women in bed together. Though it was inaccurate, it was what he imagined when he
heard such a thing and it was horrifically hot. Kuno felt disgusted with himself, but also painfully aroused.

Luckily for him, Ranko was already taking care of such things with her mouth, licking and sucking and
bobbing up and down like an absolute pro. Kuno groaned and his hand curled into her fiery red hair. She
was the hottest woman he’d ever met, though Kasumi came a close second, her tits now hanging out of
her dress and hovering near his face.

That was around the time that Kuno stopped trying to hold himself back. He leaned forward and planted
his mouth on one of the tits in front of him, suckling inexpertly at the soft, sensitive mammary. The eldest
Tendo daughter happily let him do so, even guiding him in as she laced her fingers through his dark hair.

And for a moment, that was all there was to life. Kuno had his mouth on a tit while a vivacious red head
sucked on his dick. It was amazing and he couldn’t believe it was happening… but then it all came
crashing down as his eyes abruptly widened. He suddenly came in Ranko’s mouth, far far too soon for
his tastes.

The crimson haired shortie drank every last drop of Kuno’s seed before pulling her mouth off his
softening prick, a happy smile on her face. Kuno pulled back from Kasumi’s nipple, which he’d been
lavishing with praise, and tried to stammer an apology.

“S-sorry, I’m not normally s-so quick I s-swear!”

Ranko just giggled and slid off the bed, leaving the room completely naked even as Kasumi moved to
straddle Kuno, her soft palm closing around his cock and stroking up and down the soft, slobber covered
thing.

“It’s fine Tatewaki, it’s fine. Just relax. I’m going to help you and then you’re going to fuck me
alright?”

Kuno swallowed hard at that. Kasumi’s voice came out in a purr and he was reminded once again of a
large predator cat as she smiled wickedly down at him. H-He was about to lose his virginity?! How could
a day like this have ever come to pass? It was preposterous! What god or goddess had he pleased in
order to earn something like this?

“W-Where did Ranko go?”

And yet that was the thought that was on his mind. Before Kasumi could answer him, Ranko slipped
back into the room with a glass of water. Both his eyes and Kasumi’s moved to the girl and both
watched as she upended the cup over her head and turned into a man. Kuno was shocked, while
Kasumi just grinned.

“Ah, are you intending to fuck my ass my beloved husband?”

Said husband just grinned as he sauntered over, hard cock already in hand. He’d come out of the
transformation seriously aroused.

“That’s the plan.”

“What the hell is going on?!”

Kuno couldn’t help the undignified outburst. At this point, the young man was just completely lost and
more than a little outraged. The married couple looked at him and the man nodded and waved a hand.

“Yo, I’m Ranma. Ranko and I share a body that can switch genders. Kasumi is married to both of us
and we seduced you into a threesome because we’re all perverts. Simple as that.”

He just said it so bluntly! Kuno tried to process that, even as Kasumi leaned down and stuck her tongue
down his throat. He ended up dazed and confused but when she pulled back and smiled softly down at
him, he listened.

“Ranko loves to blow big, strong men like you Tatewaki. While Ranma loves to fuck me with another
man doing the same. So I’m going to ride your cock and he’s going to stick his dick right up my ass at
the same time. That sounds fun, doesn’t it?”
Was this the price he had to pay for losing his virginity? Would he have accepted head from Ranko if
he’d known about this magical bullshit? Kuno looked within himself for a long moment of introspection
and discovered a simple truth. Yes. Yes he would. Biting his lower lip to avoid another outburst, Kuno
simply nodded, trying to be as strong as he could.

By this point, his dick was just as big and throbbing as Ranma’s thanks to Kasumi’s ministrations.
Grinning happily, the eldest Tendo daughter rose up and then dropped herself down on his cock. Kuno
immediately had to hold himself back from cumming in that moment. A groan left his lips but it was
quickly overshadowed by Kasumi’s cry of pleasure as Ranma swiftly penetrated her ass at the same
time.

The beautiful woman bouncing between their two dicks as they DP’d her, and when it was clear Kuno
wasn’t going to make a move, she grabbed his hands and placed them on her jiggling, shaking tits.
Kuno grabbed hold of the bouncing things and instinctively squeezed, licking his lips greedily as he
began to knead and maul her soft mammaries.

Meanwhile, Ranma’s hands were on Kasumi’s ass and he was plowing her back door like it was his
sworn duty. In Kuno’s feverish, confused mind, the young man couldn’t help but wonder if it was. What
if he was missing something major about this whole romance thing? Here was a husband and wife
before him… well, technically husband, wife, and wife he supposed.

And not only did they do such obscene acts as anal; they also brought others into their arrangement. It
was like an ice cold bath was dumped down Kuno’s back as he realized that it was probably Ranma
and Kasumi who’d fucked Kodachi rather than Ranko and Kasumi. He was essentially sharing a woman
with the man who had taken his younger sister’s virginity…

This was so wrong on so many levels. And yet… and yet, the more time went on, the more Kuno no
longer wanted to be right. Where had his previous attitude ever gotten him? Akane shut him down at
every turn, meanwhile just by having good looks; he’d managed to end up losing his virginity in the
middle of a threesome!

Though Kasumi and Ranma did not know it, they’d changed a young man’s life this day. Kuno would
walk away from this experience a completely different person. Of course, if they had known they
probably would have been happy for it. The two perverts loved the idea of spreading their ideals to those
around them. If the whole world was made up of deviants after all, how could there be strife and
sadness? It was prudes that ruined everything for everyone…

The threesome continued on and though Kuno was not allowed to cum inside of Kasumi’s cunt, he was
allowed to cum all over her face and in her mouth. He took the chance to do so and the sex lasted for
hours after that as Kuno proved himself to have some stamina, even if he was a fairly quick shooter.
Ranma and Ranko switched and swapped out as they saw fit and by the time things were over and he
was bidding the strange couple/trio goodbye, Kuno had fucked all six holes that the female parts of the
odd marriage had to offer.

The Kendo Captain felt fulfilled as he walked home. There was a satisfied smile on his face as he
considered what he would say to Kodachi. Would he say anything at all, or was this the kind of thing you
kept quiet about? All Kuno knew was one thing… he wanted to have sex again, preferably with someone
as perverse as Kasumi Tendo and Ranma & Ranko Saotome.
 7 - Shampoo Pt. 1

Shampoo had heard strange things since arriving in Nerima. She’d done her research and listened to
what the locals had to say. As such, she’d learned something that sounded rather crazy. Her target, the
crimson haired outsider that had dared to defeated her in combat, was apparently a boy cursed to be a
girl. And that… Shampoo was fairly sure that would mean her Kiss of Death would instead be a
declaration of marriage, right?

To say the Chinese Amazon was confused would be an understatement. Still, to hear it right, the man or
woman or whatever who had defeated her back in Joketsuzoku was in fact already married. This was a
problem and one Shampoo didn’t quite know what she was going to do about yet. First things first
though… she’d come to the Tendo House, where Ranma was said to live with his wife, Kasumi Tendo.

Eyeing the place up and down, Shampoo plastered her best fake smile on her face and then walked up
to the door, knocking sharply. A few moments passed and the door opened to reveal a young woman,
though she looked slightly older than Shampoo.

“Yes, hello?”

For now, subtlety would be best.

“This residence of Ranma Saotome and Kasumi Tendo, yes?”

The woman blinks but nods.

“Yes, I am Kasumi Tendo and Ranma is my husband. This is technically my father’s home but we live
here for now. Can I help you?”

“Yes. Need Ranma. Take to him.”

Kasumi raises both eyebrows at that, before a strange, lecherous look crosses her face. Shampoo
recognizes it, but doesn’t quite understand why the woman would get such a look at a time like this.

“Of course, of course! Come in, he’s out in the dojo training!”

Shampoo nods and follows Kasumi inside. They make their way through the Tendo Residence to the
barely used dojo, where there is indeed a tall, well-built dark-haired boy going through his katas.
Shampoo stays in the doorway as she stares at the man. This is Ranma? This is the same one as the
red head girl she had promised to kill? Shampoo can’t see it… but she still has one last trick up her
sleeve from her information gathering.

Kasumi walks up to the young man and he stops his movements upon seeing her, straightening up and
turning around fully. That’s when he lays eyes on Shampoo as well and the Chinese Amazon gets yet
another sign that she’s in the right place from his visceral reaction to her.
“Oh fuck! Kasumi, get behind me!”

Shampoo narrows her eyes as the startled Tendo woman is pushed behind her husband. Stepping
forward, the purple haired girl pulls a pouch from her belt. Ranma tenses up… but doesn’t seem
prepared for the cold water she flings from within the watertight leather pouch. A moment later both he
and Kasumi are drenched, but HE is the only one who has now become a SHE. The slightly soaked red
head that has taken Ranma’s place is exactly who Shampoo is looking for.

“Aha! So, rumor true then! Ranma boy AND girl! … but which real? Boy or girl?”

Shivering slightly, the stacked red head glares at her, clenching her hands into fists.

“What’s it to you? The name’s Ranko in this form by the way, Ranma is my other half. We share this
body. What do you want? Because if you’re here to kill me, I haven’t gotten any weaker since we last
fought.”

Shampoo was… conflicted to say the least. Ranko was who she had to kill for the Kiss of Death then. But
Ranma was pretty damn hot and apparently trapped within Ranko. A husband was better than a corpse,
right? Except Ranma was already a husband. Shampoo’s eyes shifted to the woman behind Ranko.
Kasumi Tendo didn’t look like much. Licking her lips, the Chinese Amazon came to a decision. She
attacked.

Ranko was clearly preparing for an attack on herself. Her eyes widened in horror as Shampoo launched
right past her and aimed for Kasumi with hands outstretched into claws.

“Ranma mine now! No room for weak woman!”

Shampoo’s hands closed around Kasumi’s throat and she slammed the other woman into the ground.
Her grip lifted and then went down a single time, smacking the Tendo woman’s head back into the thick
mat. But once wasn’t going to cut it, even as she tried to choke the life out of Kasumi. She reared back
to do it again and again and again, and that’s when an arm wrapped around her own neck and a hand
closed in her purple hair.

The Chinese Amazon was bodily torn away from her target and thrown across the room by an enraged
Ranko. Shampoo still managed to land feet first though, eyes narrowed as she glared right back at the
interfering red head.

“Shampoo marry Ranma. Ranko and Kasumi go bye bye.”

“That’s not going to happen. I won’t let it happen. And Ranma would kill you before marrying you, you
damn slut!”

Shampoo growled and launched herself forward yet again. What followed was… a fight. Of sorts.
Ranko’s fighting style has changed, dramatically. It’s almost as if the red head is a completely different
person than the one she fought back in Joketsuzoku. In truth, Ranko is. Shampoo has no way of
knowing it, but the personality split came after she met Ranma in Ranko’s form.
Ranko has changed, adapted and become a different martial artist to Ranma. Where Ranma is still all
heavy hits and strong attacks, Ranko has become fluid and conniving… and most of all, the crimson
haired woman who is so submissive in bed, has become a deviant when it comes to fighting. The first
thing Shampoo loses is her blouse, torn away from her as Ranko slides along her arm and rips the fabric
clean off her body.

That’s not the end though. The fight is one where Shampoo ends up naked, and though the Chinese
Amazon has never cared about nudity, she is NOT prepared for the strikes to her now exposed sensitive
areas that slowly but surely leave her debilitated. In the end, the purple haired girl falls to her knees and
shudders, trying to hold back the orgasm that Ranko has somehow provoked within her, simply through
slaps and smacks and the right light touches.

“R-Ranko witch! What do to Shampoo?!”

The red head smirks, standing before her with her arms crossed over her chest. Then, without a word
she reaches out and flicks Shampoo on the forehead. The orgasm is immediate and tremendous and
Shampoo’s eyes roll back in her head as she passes out from her climax right there on the spot.

-x-X-x-

When she wakes up next, Shampoo is tied up in complex ropes that crisscross all over her body and
restrict her movement. She’s… also hanging from the ceiling? Eyes wide, the purple haired martial artist
tries to get some movement going, but there’s no leverage for her and no give in the rope. She can
swing back and forth a bit and sway in the middle of the room, but other than that, she’s completely
helpless.

“She’s awake.”

Ranma’s voice rings out and Shampoo twists her head around to look to him. The dark-haired boy is
naked on a nearby bed, with his equally naked wife knelt between his legs, happily bobbing up and
down on his cock. His eyes are hooded as he stares at Shampoo and for a brief moment, the Chinese
Amazon wonders exactly what she’s gotten herself into.

Shampoo is no stranger to sex, though admittedly she is still virginal, at least in terms of men. But this…
there’s something else at work here. Kasumi pulls back off of Ranma’s cock and Shampoo’s eyes
widen dramatically at just how long and thick his member is. The Tendo woman lets out a pleased sigh
as she pops the tip out of her mouth, before turning to look at Shampoo with a wicked smile on her face.

“Ah, so she is. That’s good. My jaw was getting just a little tired. Shall we get started Ranma?”

The young man just nods, his eyes never leaving Shampoo’s as he slowly gets off the bed and walks
over to her. Shampoo can’t help but be a little aroused and a little impressed, despite her current
situation. Ranma is the hunkiest man she’s ever had the pleasure of meeting. But then, most of the men
back in her village are weaklings. There’s a reason women rule her society. Licking her lips, Shampoo
opens her mouth.
“Wha-mmph!”

Before the Chinese Amazon can get a single word off in her broken Japanese, Ranma grabs her by the
hair, pulls her head up and smashes his lips to hers. He kisses her long and hard, his tongue doing its
best to dive down her throat as Shampoo tenses up and then melts into it. He’s a good kisser to be fair,
better than her peers back in Joketsuzoku even. After a few moments, Shampoo is whining needily into
Ranma’s mouth and he pulls back to smirk at her. But the humor doesn’t reach his eyes. No, there’s
still something dangerous in Ranma’s gaze.

“I wanted to kill you, you know. Kasumi had to talk me out of it. You left marks around her throat and
there’s a small bump on the back of her head because of you. It could have been worse and if you had
your way, it would have been.”

Ranma’s hand closes around Shampoo’s neck.

“Tell me, exactly how were you planning on marrying me after murdering my wife and somehow killing
my female side as well? How the hell did that make sense in your pea-sized brain?”

Shampoo shudders, his grip too tight for her to do more than choke. He doesn’t want an actual answer
from her, he’s just disparaging her, insulting her, humiliating her… and Shampoo is ashamed to admit it,
but she’s just a tad turned on by that. Eventually Ranma lets go of her throat and she gasps for air. But
when she tries to speak, he backhands her into silence.

“Quiet. You wanted me? You have me now. My wife and I have decided to keep you around. You’re
going to be our pet.”

“Shampoo not pet…”

She murmured the words sullenly, but could no longer look Ranma in the eye. Instead, her gaze was
fixed on his twitching, thick cock as it stood straight out from his body. She expected to be hit again, but
Ranma just laughed and moved around her hanging body.

“Now, you’re right. You’re not a pet… yet. But like any wild animal, we’re going to have to put some
work into taming you, aren’t we? We’ll have to see if you can be trained, or if you ultimately have to be
put down like the bitch you are.”

“Ranma…”

Kasumi’s voice drifts over from the bed and draws both Shampoo’s and Ranma’s attention. She’s
staring at the scene with lidded eyes, the bruises from Shampoo’s hands around her throat already
becoming visible to both of them as she touches herself.

“Just… fuck her, please. I want to see you dominate her with that big, thick cock of yours.”

That and a chuckle from Ranma is all the warning Shampoo gets before his hands are on her ass and
his cockhead is pushing between her virgin pussy lips and into her. The purple haired girl tries to stifle
her reaction, but she can’t quite keep the squeal from her lips as he takes her virginity and claims her
as his own.

He’s inside of her, and much bigger than any phallus she’s had within her before now. They do have
sex toys back in the village, usually carved, wooden things that are polished to prevent splinters. But
nobody had ever thought to make one as big as Ranma’s cock. He’s stretching her in a way she’s
never stretched before and Shampoo can’t help but moan even as she shakes her head back and forth.

“Not pet… not pet…”

A hand curls into her purple hair and Shampoo suddenly realizes that Kasumi has arrived in front of her
from the bed at some point while she’s grown distracted by Ranma’s dick plowing her from behind. The
Tendo woman smiles down at her wickedly and pulls her head back, kissing her on the lips and then all
along her neck. Shampoo squirms in her grasp to no avail, trying to pull away from her. She tries to bite
at the other woman as well but Kasumi is too smart for that, staying clear of her teeth after stealing that
first kiss.

“Not yet my dear. You’re not one yet… but you soon will be.”

The words, coming from the older woman rather than Ranma, sound far more sinister. Shampoo
whimpers even as Kasumi manhandles her and Ranma fucks her. The married couple tag team her
between them and Shampoo can’t quite help but grow even more shamefully aroused than she already
is as Kasumi expertly plays with her sizable tits and Ranma gropes her ass.

He thrusts into her from behind over and over again, getting deeper into her cunt with every move of his
pistoning member. He’s filling her to the brim and Shampoo can’t handle it. Her mind is still her own
and she will never be a pet, not so long as it remains like that… but they still manage to tear a reluctant
orgasm from her traitorous body and Shampoo whines as her pussy juices flood all over Ranma’s cock.
Kasumi laughs at her and the humiliation that floods through the purple haired martial artist’s system is
even greater than before.

She regrets her decisions now. She no longer wants to marry Ranma or kill Ranko or Kasumi. Shampoo
just wants to go home, before these perverse, debauched people draw her deeper and deeper into their
lives, until she can never leave. Her body shudders again, much more quickly this time as she climaxes
a second time around Ranma’s pistoning shaft.

Her strength is leaving her and when Kasumi kisses her once more, any thought of biting down on the
woman’s domineering tongue has left Shampoo. Her mind is zeroed in on the sensation of Ranma’s
cock going in and out of her sopping wet cunt. In and out, in and out. Shampoo whines into Kasumi’s
mouth and Kasumi just kisses her all the harder in response.

It’s Shampoo’s third orgasm that finally milks Ranma’s release from him. He paints the insides of her
womb white with his cum and the Chinese Amazon cries out in horror, shame, and no small amount of
arousal as Kasumi pulls back from her at the same time Ranma does, leaving her to swing about in
midair, still totally and utterly unable to escape. She can feel his sticky, hot seed dribbling from her pussy
lips as the two watch her. Shampoo simply hangs her head.

She won’t submit… she’ll never submit. But she doesn’t know how long she can keep resisting…
 8 - Shampoo Pt. 2

Shampoo is mewling at this point. Days after her failed attempt on Kasumi Tendo’s life, the Chinese
Amazon finds herself on the edge of sanity. She’s once again hanging from the ceiling, a position that
the perverse married couple leaves her in quite often. Pretty much any time she’s not being bathed or
allowed to use the restroom, Shampoo is hung from the ceiling, her holes on full display.

Ranma in particular has been making great use of her and is responsible for the mewling sounds coming
from her throat even now. His big, thick cock plunges in and out of Shampoo’s tight pussy from behind,
his meat rod slamming into her again and again. And she’s enjoying it, far, far more than she wants to.
This isn’t the first time Ranma’s fucked her today, but she had been left along for the last hour, until
about two minutes ago.

Her mewls are swiftly turning to moans and Shampoo tries her best to ignore the pleasure, to pretend it
isn’t happening, but ultimately, she cannot control herself. An orgasm wracks the young woman’s body
far faster than it would have before this had started. Ranma and Kasumi, they were reshaping her, both
in mind and soul. Her flesh was more sensitive, and her cunt grew wet far too easily.

Ranma’s hand comes down on her naked, reddened ass and Shampoo cries out in a mixture of pain
and ecstasy. He knows her body too well at this point, perhaps even better than she knows it. The young
man squeezes and kneads her butt cheeks and Shampoo can’t help but pant, her eyes half rolling up in
her head as a bit of drool escapes her lips.

His touch, combined with his cock so deep inside of her… Shampoo shudders and cums once again, her
body spasming and shaking in Ranma’s grasp. She can feel him pulsing inside of her. He’ll cum soon
as well, he’ll fill her with more of that white, hot seed of hers. Shampoo wonders if she’s pregnant yet.
She probably is. He’s certainly cum inside of her more than enough times over the last few days.

Her body tenses up in anticipation and trepidation as she feels it coming, the release that she doesn’t
even realize she’s been waiting for, longing for.

And then Ranma stops. He pulls out of her and Shampoo’s eyes go wide as she twists and turns to look
at him. She doesn’t have to turn far though, Ranma is walking around to the front of her, one hand
holding his cock and the other one running along her naked, sweaty, bound form. He comes to a stop in
front of her face and smacks his big hard dick against her cheek.

It’s a testament to how far she’s already fallen that Shampoo doesn’t even consider biting at the
sensitive member. Instead, she whimpers and looks up at him with big, confused eyes. Ranma grins
down at her.

“What? Is there something you want Pet? All you have to do is ask…”

Shampoo’s eyes widen as she realizes what he’s doing. At the same time, the poor young woman is
coming to another realization… she WANTS him to cum inside of her. At some point, waiting for him
filling her with his seed has become more about anticipation then trepidation. And now, despite her best
effort to resist, Shampoo is actively disappointed about Ranma stopping. She wants him to go back to
fucking her, right then and there.

But she can’t possibly say that, can she? Licking her lips, Shampoo’s eyes dart back and forth for a
few moments. The Chinese Amazon feels like a trapped animal with no escape. There’s only one path
left for her and as humiliating and shameful as it is for her to take it, Shampoo can’t truly stop herself,
not anymore.

“I… I want you to fuck me.”

Her voice sounds awfully small, even to her own ears. As such, she’s not very surprised when Ranma
grabs hold of her hair and pulls her head up, even as he leans down.

“What was that? You’ll have to speak louder my dear.”

Shampoo squeezes her eyes shut, but she’s not crying. Perhaps it would be better if she was. She
almost wishes she was sobbing or railing against the injustice of it all or something, rather than panting
like a bitch in heat, the place between her legs throbbing with need. She blames that place between her
legs entirely for her resulting outburst in her broken Japanese.

“I want to fuck! Please Ranma! Cum inside! I n-need cock!”

Ranma chuckles, but he does not move back towards her twitching, dripping cunt. Instead, he tugs a
little bit harder on her hair and looks Shampoo in the eye.

“Now… ask properly.”

For a few long moments, Shampoo is confused. She’s sure it shows on her face, her brow furrowing
and her lips curling down into a frown. But Ranma just smiles and waits patiently and finally, Shampoo
realizes what he wants. She blanches at the insinuation, at just what he’s silently demanding she do.
And yet, in the end, Shampoo finds the words slipping from her mouth all the same.

“A-Ah… M-Master fuck Pet now?”

Ranma’s smile turns into a big, wicked grin and Shampoo feels both a fresh flood of arousal and like
she’s just made the biggest error in judgement, even as the young man lets go of her hair and walks
back to her lower half once again. His hands close around her waist and Shampoo squeezes her eyes
shut as she feels his cock finally push back into her cunt. Whimpering, the Chinese Amazon bites her
lower lip as Ranma begins to fuck her with deep, strong strokes of his cock.

She tries to hold it back, she truly does, but in the end, she’s crying out in ecstasy once more in only a
few short minutes. Ranma is throbbing inside of her, his pace becoming sporadic and almost frantic. And
then his seed begins to spurt into Shampoo’s womb, coating her pussy walls in white. Shampoo’s eyes
roll back in her head and her tongue lulls out of her skull as she climaxes right then and there from the
sensation. In that moment, the young woman is broken.
-x-X-x-

The next day, Shampoo is no longer suspended from the ceiling. Instead, she finds herself on the bed.
Her legs are bound together still at the shin and thigh, and her hands are tied behind her back, but
Shampoo is just happy to be resting on the bed. She hobbles forward and half-leans, half-falls into
Kasumi’s lap as the older woman giggles a bit, running her hands through Shampoo’s hair.

A moment later, Kasumi moans as Shampoo begins to lick and lap at the woman’s exposed pussy,
slurping at Kasumi’s glistening slit. In short order, the oldest Tendo daughter is quite wet, her cunt
juices dripping into Shampoo’s mouth as the Chinese Amazon goes to town on her mistress’ mound.

And Kasumi IS her mistress. If she’s going to keep getting fucked by Ranma, if she’s going to have his
babies, Shampoo knows that she needs to be the perfect little pet. She needs to prove herself to both
the owner of the cock she’s now in love with, as well as his beautiful, kind wife. Shampoo knows she
owes her life to Kasumi Tendo, she knows that Ranma wanted to kill her. But while the old Shampoo
would have resented Kasumi for the debt she owed, the new Shampoo is perfectly happy to try and
repay it.

Her tongue goes up and down Kasumi’s cunt lips one final time and then Shampoo slides the tip of her
flexible muscle deep into Kasumi’s pussy, causing the older woman to gasp in delight, her fingers
curling tightly into Shampoo’s hair.

“Ooh, that’s the stuff baby. That’s a good Pet.”

To her ever-fading shame, hearing herself be called Pet only served to make Shampoo wetter. She
wished in that moment that she could touch herself, masturbate while pleasing her mistress with her
tongue, but alas, her hands are tied behind her back. She hasn’t yet earned the right to pleasure
herself, not without permission. And so, Shampoo continues to go to town on Kasumi’s cunt, even as
she herself whimpers and whines into muff in front of her, her round backside and wide hips shaking and
jiggling as she squirms with need and rubs her thighs together.

Kasumi has her eyes closed and her head lulled back as she enjoys Shampoo’s enthusiastic
tongue-work. As such, she doesn’t notice what’s going on until Shampoo brings her to her first climax.
Pussy juices explode all over Shampoo’s face and Kasumi almost doubles over the bound girl’s head
as she leans forward, eyes wide and mouth open, breathless panting coming out of it.

Shampoo happily drinks down Kasumi’s release and then she licks and laps at what she can that’s
landed on her face, even as the older woman flops back onto her pile of pillows and smiles down at
Shampoo with heavily lidded eyes.

“Good girl. And good girls deserve treats, don’t they?”

Shampoo only has time to feel a spike of eager happiness, before Kasumi is pulling her up the length of
the other woman’s body by her hair. They kiss for a long moment, their lips and breasts grinding against
each other. Kasumi’s fingers push into Shampoo’s needy cunt and the Chinese Amazon groans
against her mistress’ lips at the sensation.
And then she’s being flipped around and the bound young woman quickly finds herself facing Kasumi’s
pussy lips once more, this time from upside down. Even with Kasumi on bottom, her mistress proves to
be in absolute control. The older woman’s legs wrap around Shampoo’s head and she pulls the purple
haired girl in close, forcing Shampoo to quickly begin licking at her cunt again.

But this time, her own dripping wet pussy is on full display before Kasumi’s eyes as well and very
quickly, Shampoo is squealing into Kasumi’s cunt as the oldest Tendo daughter in turn uses her tongue
AND her fingers on Shampoo’s twitching mound. In no time at all, the bound girl is cumming all over
Kasumi’s face, but then, Kasumi returns the favor as well.

The next hour is exhausting for Shampoo as her mistress runs her through her sexual paces and in the
end, she flops onto her front and breathes shallowly as Kasumi massages and kneads her ass,
chuckling from where she lies beside the bound girl.

“Very good, Pet. I think it’s time for your gift. Ranko seems to think so too.”

Blinking, Shampoo stiffens in surprise as she feels another pair of hands on her body, a pair of
unfamiliar ones. Twisting around, the purple haired girl sees Ranma’s female form smirking at her
wickedly, the red head easily groping Shampoo’s sweat-covered frame. Ah, it would seem Shampoo
had a Master and two Mistresses then, rather than just a Master and a Mistress…

What was one more mistress though in the grand scheme of things? She’d already given up her dignity
and everything else. Shampoo lets her eyes lull shut as she moans under Ranko’s touch. It feels pretty
damn good. Finally though, Ranko pulls her from her prone position on the bed, ending the massage
much to Shampoo’s dissatisfaction (not that she’d ever voice it). The red head pulls Shampoo to her
knees and kisses the purple haired Amazon squarely on the lips, her tongue diving deep into
Shampoo’s mouth as she moans.

Then Ranko pushes Shampoo onto her back and Shampoo swiftly finds the red head’s pussy lips right
over her face. Ranko’s eyes meet her own as she grinds her cunt onto Shampoo’s mouth, and the red
head smirks easily, even as Shampoo gets to work.

“This isn’t the gift by the way. Despite what Kasumi says, I’m not quite sure you’ve earned the actual
gift. So you’re going to prove it to me Pet, by apologizing proper-like for trying to hurt Kasumi. This is a
good start though. Keep it up~”

Shampoo does just that, her tongue diving into Ranko’s dripping quim with the same ferocity and
enthusiasm as she’d shown towards eating out Kasumi.

“F-Fuck, that’s not bad…”

Kasumi giggles, even as Shampoo feels a flush of pride at the praise.

“Of course not Ranko~ I did tell you that she was eager, didn’t I?”

“Heh, yeah. Should have, mm, listened. A-Ah, just like that Pet, just like that. Earn your reward like a
good little slut.”
Shampoo does just that, even as Kasumi slides three fingers into her sensitive puffy pussy. By the time
she’s managed to bring Ranko to enough climaxes to satisfy the red head, she in turn has cum a few
more times, leaving her quite tired by the point at which Ranko pulls off of her head and leans back, a
grin on her face.

Shampoo watches nonetheless as the red head walks across the room and picks up a small box from
the desk near the door. She walks it back over and smirks as she holds it out, presenting it like it’s
some great prize to Shampoo. The purple haired girl blinks dumbly and looks down at herself, glancing
pointedly at her sides where her arms are missing, bound as they are behind her back.

Kasumi is ahead of both of them though, giggling yet again as she takes a knife to the bindings and
Shampoo is abruptly free. Free to grasp the small box that Ranko thrusts into her hands with a grin.
Staring at it dumbly, Shampoo eventually reaches up and opens it, removing the lid to find a piece of
fabric lying inside.

She pulls out the circle of fabric and sets the box aside, staring at it and feeling it out. Eventually, she
realizes what it is. It’s meant to be a collar of sorts. Not one of those big leather things, nor made of
metal… no, instead it’s a soft, comfortable fabric. Still, the word Pet stenciled in big golden letters on the
outside of the purple choker is a dead giveaway to its true purpose.

Tears are streaming down her face as she smiles widely. Tears of joy fill her eyes and slip along her
cheeks, even as she lifts the collar up and secures it to her neck. From what she can see, it could go
either way. One could wear it so that Pet was on the inside, hidden from view, or one could wear it with
Pet displayed proudly for all to see.

Shampoo made sure that Pet was facing outwards of course, and once it was on and in place, she felt
herself straightening up a bit more, proud of her new accessory. Both Kasumi and Ranko are looking at
her with big smiles on their faces that no doubt match her own. For the first time in a long time,
Shampoo feels like she belongs.

She’s… she’s finally home.

 9 - Birthday Celebration

Kasumi knows that her darling husband is up to something. That much is obvious from the moment that
they arrive at the five-star restaurant.

“Hi, I’ve got a reservation under Saotome… yep, that’s the one.”

The eldest Tendo daughter lifts a brow as they’re immediately escorted back to a decent enough table.
Not the best, but certainly not scraping the bottom of the barrel either. They settle in and Ranma is
blushing as he scratches at his suit. To be fair, that had been the first clue. Kasumi loved her husband
with all her heart, but he was not one to clean up so thoroughly and nicely.

Ranma Saotome was a fighter, a martial artist… he looked a tad ridiculous in a suit, but Kasumi wasn’t
going to say anything. She’d promised to let him guide her through her birthday evening after she got to
spend the day with her beloved sisters, and that was exactly what Kasumi was going to do.

“Do you… do you know what you, um, want to eat Kasumi?”

Glancing up from her menu, the beautiful young woman’s smile takes on a slightly wicked glint as she
sees the confusion on Ranma’s face. Her husband is having a hard time deciphering the restaurant’s
menu. She’s not surprised, not only are they using quite fancy lettering for many of their dishes, they’re
also using a fancy font that Ranma has probably never had to read before. Seeing a chance for some
mischief, Kasumi shrugs her shoulders up and down.

“Mm, what do you think I should have Ranma? After all, you did want me to follow your lead tonight,
right? Well, I think it best if you order for both of us in this case, don’t you?”

Ranma’s eyes go wide and he blanches as he squirms in his seat. It’s equal parts amusing and
endearing. And then the waiter is beside their table, blathering on about wines and what not and Ranma
is left to stare at Kasumi beseechingly, even as the man finally turns to him and bows slightly.

“Mr. Saotome, what will you and the lady be having.”

Smiling, Kasumi takes mercy on Ranma and speaks up.

“My darling husband will be having your thirty-two-ounce strip steak. I will be trying your Chicken
Tetrazzini.”

There’s a pause as the waiter looks between her and Ranma, clearly surprised. This is an old-fashioned
place, with old-fashioned ideas about the relationship between man and wife. Kasumi is honestly
tempted to mount Ranma right there in his seat and ride his cock to completion in front of all these
prudish fuckers, but alas, that would ruin the dinner and she was fairly certain Ranma had gone to great
effort and great expense to get them here.
“U-Uh yeah, what Kasumi said.”

There’s a distasteful look on the waiter’s face now, but he takes the order down nonetheless, as well
as their menus. And then Kasumi and Ranma are alone waiting for their food and Ranma is giving his
wife a relieved smile.

“Thanks for that…”

Kasumi just grins ruefully.

“Of course husband dear. Tell me honestly though Ranma, how did you get this reservation?”

Ranma squirms a bit before shrugging.

“Your father helped out with a bit of the money, but I did a couple odd jobs to scrounge up funds for
tonight. This isn’t even the main event either, this is like… what do they call it…”

“An appetizer?”

Her husband brightens and nods.

“Yeah, that! This place is the appetizer… I got us a nice room at a nearby hotel for the weekend… and a
surprise for you. I-I think you’re going to really like it Kasumi.”

Knowing how well she’s trained her delicious husband, Kasumi imagines she definitely will. Giving
Ranma a wicked grin, she says as much and he smiles brilliantly. They continue exchanging small talk
until the food arrives and Kasumi is quite proud and satisfied with herself as she watches Ranma’s eyes
light up. The martial artist is digging in a moment later, devouring his steak even as she eats her pasta
dish a bit slower.

The meal is nice, altogether. Probably not worth the price tag in the end, but if it truly is her father’s
money, Kasumi isn’t too concerned about it. It’s the thought that counts after all and Ranma’s attempt
at wining and dining her have warmed her heart and lit a fire between her thighs. As they finally depart
the restaurant and head for the hotel, Kasumi can only hope that Ranma’s surprise is sex-related, or
it’s going to quickly be tossed to the wayside by a very amorous and needy woman.

-x-X-x-

Ranma can’t help but grin at Kasumi’s reaction, when he opens the door to their hotel room for the
weekend and shows off his surprise. Kasumi outright squeals like a giddy schoolgirl.

“Ooh, Ranma! You shouldn’t have!”

Feeling undeniably smug at what he’s managed to pull off, Ranma walks forward with his arms crossed
and his head nodding.

“Only the best for my darling wife. I thought you might like them.”
“Oi! Stop talking about us like we’re things! Get over here and unlock these handcuffs damn it!”

Kasumi just keeps on grinning, squirming quite provocatively now as she takes in the two young men
before her. Ryouga is the one who spoke up, and he glares balefully at Ranma even as the other martial
artist lifts his hands up placatingly and walks over, fishing the key to the cuffs that are locking Ryouga
and Kuno together at the wrist from his pocket.

As for Tatewaki Kuno, the room’s third male occupant is silent, clearly not enjoying his predicament with
Ryouga anymore than Ryouga was.

“Hey now, hey. You know why we had to use the handcuffs, right? C’mon, if you weren’t locked to
Kuno, I’m pretty sure you’d be halfway across the world by now and then where would I be? It’s not a
gangbang with just two guys Ryouga, it’s just a threesome! I’m just glad this worked to be honest, I
figured it was a fifty-fifty chance between Kuno keeping you here, and your curse managing to drag
Kuno along with you on a crazy-ass adventure. That would have sucked, big time.”

Now the other young man reacts. Kuno’s eyes dart up and widen in horror, even as Ranma unlocks the
handcuffs and both boys snatch their hands away from each other.

“Wait what?!”

Ranma laughs sheepishly.

“Relax, relax! It didn’t happen, you’re totally fine Kuno! C’mon, be cool now. Didn’t I say you’d get a
reward, if you helped me out with keepin’ Ryouga here? Well now’s the time to collect!”

Gesturing to Kasumi, who is now completely naked, Ranma grins salaciously. The dark-haired man is
not at all surprised that his wife has already stripped down to her birthday suit, but both Kuno and
Ryouga go wide eyed and rosy cheeked at the sight, blinking rapidly and growing aroused almost
immediately.

“Your reward Kuno! You get first dibs on whatever hole you like best. Kasumi, care to show off the
options?”

Being the absolutely unrepentant slut that she is, Kasumi Tendo has absolutely no problems doing so.
She’s already salivating at the very thought of the all-weekend gangbang that Ranma clearly has
planned for her. It shows, when she uses her fingers to open her mouth wide and stick out her tongue,
bending forward to show off her face hole.

Then, she spins around and bends ALL the way over, reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks to
show off her lubed up, clean butthole next. All three young men, Ranma included, are watching raptly at
this point. When Kasumi turns back around and goes into an extremely lewd crouch in order to spread
her pussy lips wide with one hand, while doing the peace sign and a silly ahegao face with the other,
they go wild with cheers.

Giggling at their reactions, the eldest Tendo girl straightens up and gives a sweeping bow. Once
everything settles down, a blushing Kuno stands up and begins to disrobe. As he does so, he looks
between Ranma and Kasumi.

“U-Um… we’re going to all get a shot at every hole this weekend anyways, right? So I’d like to go for
the butt first… if that’s okay.”

Ranma chuckles and nods his head, as Kasumi grins lewdly and places a finger against her puckered
lips.

“Ryouga, where do you want to start?”

The other martial artist tries to stay nonchalant, but nobody fails to notice the way his eyes keep drifting
towards those puckered lips.

“Mouth.”

“Alright then, I guess that puts me on the bottom!”

Ranma is quick to strip naked and flop back onto the bed, as the other two men do the same. By the
time they’re finishing up, Kasumi has climbed onto Ranma, straddled his lap, and slowly sunk herself
down his cock. Moaning wantonly, the beautiful, voluptuous woman bounces her wide hips up and down
on Ranma’s member, even as Kuno and Ryouga watch for a moment in silence, stiffening cocks in
hand and eyes staring raptly at Kasumi’s hypnotic, jiggling ass.

“Oi! Get over here, even I can’t handle her forever on my own! The woman is a damn insatiable minx!”

Startled into action by Ranma’s words, Ryouga and Kuno spring into action. Ryouga is swiftly in front of
Kasumi’s face, and the slightly older woman happily opens up her mouth to take his dick in between her
lips. The martial artist groans happily as he grabs a fist full of her hair, and in no time at all he’s fucking
her face, her tight throat spasming rapidly around his dick.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Kasumi has definitely corrupted him… Ryouga just can’t get enough of face-fucking the slut.

Meanwhile, Kuno swallows thickly as he kneels between both Ranma and Kasumi’s wide-spread legs.
With Kasumi bouncing up and down on Ranma’s thick hard cock, it takes Kuno a bit of work to get
himself in position. Ultimately, he ends up having to grab a handful of Kasumi’s ass, gripping down
tightly on her fat badonkadonk and holding her steady, forcing her to slow down as he uses his other
hand to guide his cock up against her sphincter.

Impatient to continue, Kasumi drives her ass backwards as soon as Kuno’s dick tip is lodged inside of it,
impaling herself with a wanton moan along his sizable length. A responding groan leaves Kuno’s throat
and he has to struggle to keep from cumming right then and there as Kasumi’s extremely tight, lubed up
ass squeezes along every inch of his member over and over again.

With all three young men inside of her, Kasumi can’t truly focus on any one cock at this point. Ryouga’s
member thrusts into her throat again and again as he holds her head in place. Ranma’s cock slams
against the entrance of her womb with every bounce of her hips, even as he grips tightly to her waist and
refuses to let go. And finally, Kuno is digging his fingers into her ass cheeks and pistoning in and out of
her stretching butthole non-stop.

It’s an overload of sensation… but Kasumi is the ultimate pervert. It doesn’t matter that Ranma and
Ryouga are martial artists, or that Kuno is a Kendo practitioner. It doesn’t matter that Kasumi has spent
her entire life being raised as a dutiful housewife, and her body is soft and pliable, rather than hard and
firm as it would be if Soun Tendo had stayed true to his pact with Genma and trained her in the art.

Ultimately, all that matters is they’re now in Kasumi Tendo’s domain. The bedroom. And just as Ranma
said, Kasumi Tendo is insatiable.

She climaxes before the three men do of course, the sensations of pleasure coming from three different
sources far too much for her to hold back forever. But her climax immediately brings Kuno to orgasm as
well and she shudders with delight as she feels his cum fill her bowels. With Kuno out of the game for
the time being, Kasumi leans forward and sucks all the harder on Ryouga’s thrusting dick, moaning
wantonly around his shaft as he buried her face in his crotch again and again.

He cums next, and once he has, it’s just her and Ranma as Kasumi climaxes again and again around
her husband’s delicious cock. Of course, Ranma is no slouch, not by this point. Long before she can
milk his first orgasm from him, Kuno and Ryouga are both back in action. The two young men switch
places and soon it’s Kuno’s dick in Kasumi’s throat and Ryouga’s in her ass.

Of course, Kuno is far more of a gentleman than Ryouga is. He won’t choke Kasumi on his shaft,
leaving it up to her to bob her head up and down his length as he groans and strokes his fingers through
her hair. Both Ryouga and Kuno have cum AGAIN by the time Kasumi finally manages to milk Ranma’s
first release from him, but before she knows it, she’s sucking on her husband’s cock as he proves
himself to be still hard and ready to go, only seconds after leaving a load in her womb.

Kasumi has never been prouder of her husband, or more aroused. This is the best birthday gift she’s
ever been given… but she’s not about to lose to three boys, each a few years her junior. Ramping up her
efforts, the eldest Tendo girl does her absolute best to bring the young men off. They have all weekend
to tire and wear her out… but then, so does she in the reverse.

She’s not about to give up so easily. Grinning as best she can around the dick in her mouth, Kasumi
gets to work.

-x-X-x-

Many, many hours later, an exhausted Kasumi Tendo lays back in the messy, unkempt hotel bed with
Ranma cuddling her close to his chest. She nuzzles into his muscular pecs and moans, not lewdly, but
just tiredly. It’s just the two of them now. Kuno had gone home an hour ago, while Ryouga had
disappeared into the bathroom some indeterminate time ago, never to come back.

… Considering the poor boy was naked, both Ranma and Kasumi just hope he ends up somewhere with
rather lax public decency laws. They’d hate to have messed things up for him.
Regardless, her birthday weekend has come to a close. They’ll have to get up tomorrow and check out
early, but for now it’s finally time to sleep. Given that they’ve both been fucking for over thirty-six hours,
sleep certainly sounds nice.

“Did ya enjoy your surprise Kasumi?”

Ranma’s tired mumble reaches her ears and Kasumi smiles as she strokes her husband’s abs.

“I did Ranma… I enjoyed it very much.”

“Mm… that’s good. Sleepy time now…”

Kasumi giggles as she lets her eyes drift closed as well. In the end, nobody had really won… but that in
and of itself was certainly a feat to be proud of. After all, she was exhausted and tired and sleepy.

The insatiable woman… was satiated.

A happy smile spreads across Kasumi Tendo’s face as she falls asleep.
 10 - A Certain Powder

To say Kasumi is excited would be an understatement. After Ranma’s beautiful gift on her birthday the
month before, she’d wanted to find the perfect way to pay him back for such an amazing night of
pleasure. As such she’d scoured the Earth for the perfect gift for her wonderful husband. And now that
she’d found it, she almost couldn’t wait to try it out.

Ranma definitely noticed something was off with her at dinner time. But then, when her hand was in his
lap beneath the table, stroking his cock through his pants even more enthusiastically than usual as she
squirmed in place and ate quickly with her free hand, it was kind of obvious something was up.
Thankfully, for their own sakes, their fathers and Kasumi’s sisters had long since learned to ignore such
behavior, even at the dinner table.

As such, dinner was a quiet affair, and after desert had been consumed, Kasumi had all but pulled
Ranma from the dining room into their personal bedroom. As soon as they were inside and the door was
closed behind them, Shampoo was stirring from her little bed in the corner of the room, blinking dumbly
as she looked up at the pair in confusion and slowly building lust.

Neither paid their beloved pet any mind though, Ranma was more interested in what was going on with
his darling wife.

“… Kasumi? You’ve been acting weird all day. What’s up?”

With an incredibly wide grin on her face, Kasumi walks over to the closet and pulls open the door.
Reaching inside, she comes back out with a small box in hand, already torn open, clearly from the post
office. Spinning around to face her husband, Kasumi’s grin widens even further as she holds the box
out.

“It’s finally arrived Ranma!”

As the martial artist takes the box from Kasumi’s hands and Shampoo rises from her little bed, curiosity
piqued, the eldest Tendo daughter spins around and begins to prepare some tea. Ranma’s brow
furrowed as he pulls a small jar out of the box. Setting said box aside, he unscrews the lid from the jar
and looks inside at the powder within.

Wise enough at this point not to leap before he looks, Ranma glances over at his darling wife.

“… What is it Kasumi?”

The slightly older woman grins wickedly as she brings the tea set over on a tray and takes the jar from
Ranma’s hand.

“It’s a very special powder Ranma, a very special powder indeed. Tell me… do you trust me?”
“With all my heart!”

The response is immediate and Kasumi’s grin turns into a soft smile for a moment as the conviction in
Ranma’s voice warms her heart. She takes the small jar and up ends the powder within into a cup of
tea she’s poured, then she swirls it in with a spoon and holds the cup out to Ranma.

“Drink this for me darling, and all will be made clear.”

Brow furrowed, Ranma takes the small cup with both hands and simply downs the concoction inside, his
trust in his wife absolute and unyielding. For a moment, nothing happens. And then his eyes go wide as
he doubles over and lets out a shout. Kasumi watches with a serene smile on her face, while
Shampoo’s eyes are wide with fear.

The slightly broken Chinese Amazon is frozen in indecision. Is… is her mistress killing her master?
S-Should she do something? She doesn’t know, she doesn’t know what to do, she doesn’t know what
Kasumi put in the tea. She doesn’t know anything and thus the ‘Pet’ stays still, even as Ranma’s
body begins to shift and change before their eyes. Only, he’s not changing, instead its like something is
growing out of him.

The scene is rather grotesque, but eventually its over and Ranma is catching his breath as a naked
Ranko stands there, blinking dumbly down at herself. Kasumi looks the short-stacked red head up and
down and lets out a joyous giggle, bouncing on the balls of her feet and clapping in giddy excitement.

“It worked! It worked, it worked, it worked!”

Ranma, slowly recovering, groans as he finally pushes off his hands and sits back on his knees, rubbing
his forehead with the heel of his palm.

“Kasumi, what did you even do? What the hell was… that?”

As he’s speaking, Ranma finally looks up and notices the new body in the room. The martial artist is left
dumbfounded as he stares at a face he’s only ever seen in a mirror, and a naked body that he most
certainly hasn’t ever explored, and one that he’s had no need to ever since Kasumi helped him split off
Ranko into a distinct personality.

Only… now Ranko isn’t just another personality in his head, she’s right in front of him, in her own body.
Staring at his female form made manifest, Ranma’s mouth opens and closes like a goldfish a few times,
before he finally turns to Kasumi with wide eyes.

“W-What was that stuff?! Is this permanent?!”

Kasumi’s fervor dies down a bit and her smile fades somewhat as she shakes her head.

“Unfortunately not Ranma, it’s only temporary… I figured it would do one of two things. Either there
would be two of you and we’d have fun anyways, or this would happen, and you and Ranko would each
have your own bodies, at least for a little while.”
Ranma looks over at his female half again, pressing his lips tightly together for a long moment. In
response, Ranko averts her gaze, the naturally submissive red head rather cowed by being in the
presence of her more domineering male half. After the moment passes though, Ranma’s mouth curls
into a wide, wicked grin and he looks back to Kasumi.

“And what sort of fun were you hoping to have Kasumi?”

Grinning back, secretly relieved that Ranma was happy with her, the eldest Tendo daughter reaches
down and begins to strip, pulling off her dress and then her bra and panties. Ranma, Ranko, and
Shampoo watch this in silence, and when Kasumi is done she cocks a hip out and adopts a coy smile on
her face.

“Whatever you two want, Ranma. I’m at your disposal, my dear husband and wife.”

Ranma’s grin only grows as he glances to Ranko. Seeing him looking at her again, Ranko smiles
hesitantly and bows her head.

“It’s all you… sir.”

It feels a bit weird for both of them, not being in each other’s heads like usual, but Ranma is fully
prepared to take charge of this scenario. He nods and stalks forward, reaching up and grabs Kasumi by
her hair. The woman moans as she’s dragged over to the bed and tossed onto it, even as Ranma
kneels behind her and grabs her shapely ass, bringing her to her knees by pulling it into the air. His cock
is out and in his hands in no time, and he begins to rub it against Kasumi’s but crack, hot dogging her
as he grows hard and thick.

After a moment, Ranma glances to his naked female half.

“Well? Go ahead and enjoy our slutty wife’s mouth Ranko! Heaven knows she’s made you eat her
cunt more than enough! Your turn, don’t you think?”

The idea causes Ranko’s eyes to light up and the red head scrambled onto the bed as well, plopping
her pert behind down on the pillows and spreading her legs wide as she scooches forward towards
Kasumi’s waiting face. Even before Ranko’s hands curl in the older woman’s hair, Kasumi has her
mouth open and her tongue out. As soon as her face is buried in Ranko’s muff, the red head is moaning
wantonly.

Watching the scene from this sort of perspective, rather than from the back of Ranko’s mind when the
red-haired girl has control of their body, is certainly an interesting experience. After a moment, Ranma
realizes that he’s fully hard, and he quickly pulls his cock back from Kasumi’s ass crack, fitting the dick
tip against her pussy lips and slamming it home into her cunt.

Judging by the muffled cries and the even louder moan coming from Ranko’s throat, Kasumi enjoyed
the rough treatment as Ranma swiftly began to pound her sopping wet cunt. In no time at all, Kasumi’s
pussy walls are tightening around his cock, and her juices are flowing along his length, making the
passage even slicker as she orgasms on his member. Ranma just keeps on thrusting, and Ranko is
humping Kasumi’s face with wild abandon at this point, her moans turning into cries of pleasure as she
gets closer and closer to an orgasm of her own.

Eventually, she goes right over the edge and paints Kasumi’s face in her pussy juices. This doesn’t
deter the eldest Tendo Daughter though, not one bit. Instead, if anything Kasumi’s efforts redouble in
pace and she eagerly and enthusiastically eats out Ranko’s sopping wet pussy, even as Ranma
continues to fuck her from behind.

Both women end up orgasming twice more apiece before Ranma reaches his first release, and even
Shampoo manages to masturbate to a climax in that timeframe, watching the scene with wide eyes and
her mouth agape and salivating, drool literally sliding from her lips onto her chin and then off onto her
naked tits. Ranma grunts as he fills Kasumi’s womb with his seed for the umpteenth time, and he leans
over her while he pumps his cum into her, nuzzling her neck even as she continues to go to town on
Ranko’s slit.

When he’s done, he pulls back and seems to contemplate the scene for a moment in silence. From the
way Kasumi is acting, the woman will happily eat Ranko out for hours if left to her own devices. And from
the look on Ranko’s face as the red head curls her fingers through Kasumi’s hair, not only will she let
her, she’ll probably end up exhausted long, long before Kasumi is.

Grunting, Ranma looks over to Shampoo and gets a devious sort of idea. Grinning, he snaps his fingers
at their beloved pet, drawing the Chinese Amazon’s attention to himself.

“Shampoo. Go get Kasumi’s box of toys from the closet, will you? Be quick about it and I’ll let you join
in~"

He half-sings the last bit and Shampoo’s already wide eyes nearly bulge out of her head at the offer, as
she scrambles to her feet and darts over to the closet. In the meantime, Ranma reaches out and drags
Kasumi away from Ranko’s drenched pussy, causing both women to whine in confusion and dismay,
even as Ranma rolls his eyes at them.

“Ranko, we’re going to do something else now. Don’t worry, it’ll still be fun.”

It takes a moment for the red head to blink and nod her head, stifling her instinctive response to growl at
Ranma for ruining her fun. By this point, Shampoo is back with the box of toys, and after he looks
through it for a second, Ranma ultimately pulls out two big, beefy strap-ons. One is pink and one is
purple as he hands them to Ranko and Shampoo respectively.

“Put these on.”

Their eyes light up at the thought of what they might do with the fake phalluses, and Ranko is quickly off
the bed, strapping her own harness and dildo to her crotch right alongside Shampoo. Once their done,
Ranma grabs Shampoo by the arm and manhandles both her and Kasumi into position. While some of
his cum has slipped out of her by this point, the majority of his seed still remains in Kasumi’s womb as
he impales her on Shampoo’s big, purple strap-on. His lovely wife goes down with a loud, lewd moan,
but only once she’s fully sheathed does Ranma stop.

He grabs Ranko next, taking hold of the red head’s thick, pink cock and guiding it to Kasumi’s back
door. His female half understands what needs to be done almost immediately, and as Ranma holds
Kasumi’s ass cheeks apart, Ranko in turn slides the fake dick into their wife’s butthole, right past her
sphincter as the eldest Tendo daughter whines from the sensation of being doubly penetrated.

With the girls filling her lower holes, Ranma stands up on the bed. He positions himself right above
Shampoo’s face, even as she and Ranko begin to pound into Kasumi’s cunt and ass. Ranma though,
is after a slightly higher hole. Kasumi blinks as he smacks his messy dick across her face, but when he
rubs the tip of his member along her lips, she’s happy to open up and blow him.

As always, Kasumi proves herself to be an excellent cocksucker, even when she’s being railed by two
women armed with some very big fake dicks. Her head bobs up and down on his member and her lips
suck at him so hard that her cheeks suction in like a vacuum, or something right out of a hentai. Ranma
groans and Kasumi slides her tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock, even as she looks
up into his eyes with a gaze filled with lust.

The vibrations from her constant moans swiftly prove to be too much for Ranma to handle, and he loses
all self-control as he begins to fuck Kasumi’s face, thrusting into her throat in short order and causing
her to gag and choke on his dick even as she’s pounded in both holes from below.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Even still, Kasumi is climaxing over and over again in short order. And it’s as this continues, that Ranma
learns something spectacular. If he really wanted to exhaust his wife, he shouldn’t have bothered with
Ryouga and Kuno anyways. Men had limited amounts of stamina… but with just himself, all he had to
worry about was his own cock. Two women with strap-ons could go for a lot longer than two men with
real cocks.

As he fucks Kasumi’s face hole, Ranko and Shampoo continue to go to town on her lower holes.
Eventually Ranma does cum, and Kasumi, spectacularly enough, manages to swallow every last drop.
But he’s ready and raring for more quickly enough that there’s barely a pause, and neither Ranko nor
Shampoo ever stop thrusting. Kasumi climaxes over and over again, and as her eyes roll up in her head
and her face gets sluttier and sluttier, Ranma truly believes they’ll succeed in tuckering out the
insatiable Tendo.

Of course, he’d forgot one major thing. The powder was temporary. In the end, there came a point
where Ranko quite literally poofed out of existence and while the thick fake cock stayed lodged in
Kasumi’s ass, there was no longer any thrust behind it, as Ranma felt his female half reappear in the
back of his mind once more.

Sensing weakness, Kasumi goes on the attack, and her hands begin to assault Shampoo’s
mammaries, even as she sucks all the harder at Ranma’s dick. Her eyes never leave his… and in the
end, they all lay cuddled up, exhausted together as Kasumi takes up the middle slot, Ranma on one side
of her and Shampoo on the other. As he rests his head on his wife’s comfortable breasts, Ranma lets
out a contented sigh.

“Thank you Kasumi… this was quite nice.”

He pauses and then smiles.

“Ranko says thank you as well.”

Kasumi just grins, running an affectionate hand through her strong, amazing hubby’s hair. She’d had
her fair share of fun too after all.
 11 - Ukyo Kuonji

“I’m sorry, I really have no idea who you are!”

Kasumi blinks as she hears the familiar voice of her father-in-law. She doesn’t even have to see him to
know he’s currently lying, but then at this point, the eldest Tendo girl has long since learned that Genma
is almost ALWAYS lying. Pursing her lips together, Kasumi moves away from the market she’s been
perusing, towards the sound of his voice… and the voice of an unfamiliar young woman.

“You should! You and my father arranged an engagement between your son and I!”

“A-aha, you’d have to be more specific than that…”

“HOW MANY ENGAGEMENTS COULD YOUR SON POSSIBLY HAVE?”

“… You’d be surprised…”

Kasumi sweat drops a little as Genma and a young woman with a giant spatula strapped to her back
finally come into view. The spatula girl is currently fuming furious, while Genma is waving his hands back
and forth in front of himself to ward her off.

“Well, how many of them did you rob of their okonomiyaki cart and then FORGET TO TAKE WITH
YOU?!”

Genma suddenly stops waving his hands and goes stock still as Kasumi lifts a brow at the very specific
set of circumstances.

“A-Ah… you’re that girl, right…”

The young woman growls and her hand closes around the handle of her giant spatula. Kasumi is half
tempted to leave Genma to his fate… but the man IS a martial artist, and she’s actually worried that it’s
the young girl who would end up hurt if they fought, not knowing her skill level. Letting out a put-upon
sigh, Kasumi steps in, adopting a fake smile and a cheery tone as she walks forward.

“Genma? Fancy meeting you here~ And who is this?”

With Kasumi approaching, the situation is momentarily diffused as both Genma and the girl look to her in
surprise and confusion. Then, Genma’s eyes light up and he turns back to the girl.

“So sorry that it didn’t work out, but unfortunately, my son is now married to another woman! This
woman in fact! Meet Kasumi Tendo! Kasumi, this is… uh…”

Kasumi has to valiantly resist the urge to roll her eyes as the other woman grows angrier and angrier at
Genma’s terrible memory. Stepping forward, the eldest Tendo daughter holds up a hand and smiles.
“Hi there, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Kasumi Saotome, and I am Ranma’s legally wed
wife, yes. You are?”

Bulldozed over by Kasumi’s peppy attitude, the other girl is taken aback and shakes her hand before
even really realizing what she’s doing.

“U-Uh… my name is Ukyo Kuonji.”

Kasumi bobs her head up and down in a nod, happy to finally have Ukyo’s name. She keeps on smiling
as she shakes the other girl’s hand, then she lets go and looks between Genma and Ukyo.

“So then, knowing my father-in-law, he has probably wronged you greatly in some way. If I can help, I
will, gladly.”

That gets a blink from Ukyo, and she looks back to Genma, her ire rekindled as she growls
threateningly.

“You seem like a nice lady Kasumi, but I don’t see how you can help me, not unless you can somehow
force this oaf to cough up the okonomiyaki cart that he took from my father all those years ago. He and
my dad had a deal. The okonomiyaki cart was the dowry, for my engagement to his son, Ranma. If it’s
true that you and he are married, I want equal value for the cart from Genma!”

Genma lets out a high-pitched laugh at that.

“N-Now, now… I don’t have that kind of money, you see. And it’s been so long… honestly, that cart is
probably somewhere in China at this rate… how could I possibly know?”

“Dearest father-in-law. You will pay the girl what she’s owed.”

Kasumi’s tone brooks no argument, and despite having no training in martial arts herself, Genma is
swiftly cowed by her glare. Ukyo looks on, a little surprised as the older man slouches and hangs his
head, nodding miserably. And just like that, the three of them are headed back to the Tendo Home,
Ukyo along for the right and Kasumi brooking no arguments.

Seeing all that the other woman is able to get done so easily, Ukyo can’t help but push her luck a little.

“You know, Ranma made a promise to me as well that he’s never kept…”

Kasumi lifts a brow towards the girl, and Ukyo fidgets a bit under the gaze the eldest Tendo daughter is
leveling at her.

“… He told me that he’d look after me for the rest of his life.”

She doesn’t know exactly why she’s said it. If Kasumi and Ranma are happily married, she probably
has no chance with the young man that’s grown out of the boy she remembers. And yet, the words pass
through their lips all the same. Ukyo waits for the older girl to call her out, to berate her for trying to come
between a perfectly legal marriage… but the words never come.

Eventually, Ukyo looks back to see Kasumi smiling a very strange, very confusing sort of smile. It sends
tingles through Ukyo’s body that she really doesn’t understand.

“Did he now? Well I won’t have my husband being made a liar by his own broken promises. I think we
can find a way to fix that as well.”

And that’s that. There’s some small talk, but nothing major the rest of the way to the Tendo Home. And
Ukyo can’t help but wonder what exactly she’s gotten into.

-x-X-x-

A few hours later, Ukyo is a bit richer… and also standing in the middle of Ranma and Kasumi’s room,
wondering just what the hell she’s doing here. After making Genma pay for the cart, Kasumi had all but
ordered Ukyo to stay for dinner. In the end, Ukyo had ended up helping Kasumi make dinner as a way of
showing her thanks, and the girls had only bonded further in the kitchen.

Then, Ranma had arrived home and promptly freaked out. The moment he’d laid his eyes on her, he’d
recognized her as a woman despite Ukyo throwing away her femininity a long, long time ago in order to
become the greatest okonomiyaki chef in the world. It had actually taken longer to explain WHO she
was, but once he’d remembered ‘Okonomiyaki Ucchan’ from his childhood, everything had seemed to
change.

Ranma had been so ashamed of his failure to ‘look after her’ that he’d barely glanced her way the
entire dinner, even as Genma sulked and the rest of the Tendos not-so-covertly eyed their newest guest
from around the dining table. Meanwhile, Kasumi had sat next to Ranma and whispered in his ear the
entire time, making the young man blush and cast appraising glances Ukyo’s way. She hadn’t quite
understood what was happening, but when the meal had come to an end, Ranma and Kasumi had
invited her to their room.

The okonomiyaki chef had completely missed the knowing glances shared between the other Tendo’s,
and in the end she’d seen no reason to say no as she’d nodded and followed them over there. Ranma
had almost immediately retreated into the bathroom just off of their bedroom as soon as they were all
inside, and now here she stood, fidgeting in place as Kasumi Tendo sits at the foot of their bed, smiling
at her.

“Ukyo…”

Blinking, the girl looks to the other woman, still a little jealous of the fact that Kasumi has managed to
snare her first ever crush.

“Yes?”

Kasumi smiles and stands, and there’s something predatory in the housewife’s posture as she
approaches.
“Ukyo, what do you plan to do, now that you’ve gotten the money from Genma?”

She… hadn’t thought about it. Ukyo considers Kasumi’s words for a moment before ultimately coming to
a simple conclusion.

“I want to open my own restaurant I suppose. Of course, I’ll make sure to do so as far away as
necessary. I-I have no intentions of coming between you and Ran-mmph!”

Kasumi silences her with a kiss and Ukyo’s eyes go wide as the older girl’s tongue does things in her
mouth that causes her knees to buckle. The thing is, she meant it too, she really didn’t want to get in the
way of the happy couple now that she’d eaten dinner with them. But it seems Kasumi’s intentions are
very different than hers, as the eldest Tendo daughter’s hands slide along Ukyo’s feminine form,
groping at her hips and then her ass in a surprisingly experience manner.

Eventually, Ukyo thinks to pull away and Kasumi lets her go, a smile on the woman’s face as she
watches Ukyo for her reaction.

“W-What… I don’t… what was that?!”

Kasumi giggles slightly and runs a hand down Ukyo’s front, right through the center of her chest and
along her abdomen all the way to her navel.

“Ukyo, Ranma made you a promise to always take care of you. My husband keeps his promises, and as
his wife, it’s my duty to help him do so.”

“She’s right.”

Ukyo spins around and her eyes go wider still as she takes in the sight of her childhood crush, the young
man she was supposed to marry. Ranma is wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and its
obvious he just got out of the shower. His broad, muscular chest is on full display as he gives Ukyo a
lopsided grin.

“Sorry for making you wait, had a long day and I was fairly certain you wouldn’t want to deal with my
smelly body. But Kasumi is right, Ukyo. I want you to stick around. I want to help you start up your
restaurant right here in Furinkan. And if you’ll have me, I want to take care of you, like I should have
been for all these years.”

She’d… she’d discarded her femininity so long ago, but as Ranma approaches with his glistening abs
and his delicious pecs, and nothing but a towel between her and whatever delightful thing is between his
legs, Ukyo finds it all rushing back. She blushes deeply and her eyes look between Kasumi and Ranma
frantically as she tries and fails to properly process this situation.

“I… you… b-but you’re married.”

“Yes he is. And Ranma and I do everything together. That doesn’t make his offer any less genuine
Ukyo… it merely means you get two, for the price of one.”
At this point, she’s just about ready to start hyperventilating, when Ranma finally reaches her and leans
in to kiss her slightly parted lips. Ukyo melts into the young man’s arms, immediately lost in what the
boy she’d loved as a child had become. At the same time, Kasumi is behind her, holding her, groping
her ass and grinding her forward into Ranma’s bare-naked chest.

Their lips smack together as he lovingly kisses her, and eventually his tongue seeks entrance to her
mouth. Ukyo gives in and soon their tongues are intertwining, sliding back and forth. His hands are on
her hips, but she feels something rising between them all the same, tenting the towel he’s wearing. It
takes her far too long to realize she’s feeling his erection, but when she finally does, it’s like something
snaps.

Her own hands, free up until this point, come up and tear the towel from Ranma’s body. She latches
onto his erect cock, gasping her surprise at his size into Ranma’s mouth as he chuckles back at her, all
while continuing to kiss her. She strokes up and down nonetheless though, far too committed at this
point to back down now. Stroking his length back and forth, Ukyo moans into Ranma’s lips, imagining
his big, hard cock inside of her.

The thought of sex has never been major in the chef’s mind. She’d given up on being a woman in order
to become the greatest okonomiyaki chef in the world. But now, it’s all she can think about, what with
Kasumi’s hands and Ranma’s lips awakening a libido that Ukyo wasn’t even sure she had. She
definitely had it though, and from the looks of things it was always there too, lurking beneath the surface,
waiting to be unleashed.

When the married couple begins to strip her naked, Ukyo doesn’t try to stop them. When they pull her
towards their bed together, she goes along with them. Even as she finds herself laying back against
Kasumi’s full breasts, the small of her back pressed against the Tendo woman’s wet core, Ukyo can’t
bring herself to regret what’s about to happen. She stares up into Ranma’s eyes as he smiles down at
her, and she spreads her legs wide so he can kneel between them.

He leans forward, and his cockhead pierces her dripping pussy lips, drawing another, far longer moan
from Ukyo’s mouth as Kasumi reaches around and kneads her breasts. The combination of sensations,
the surrealness of this moment… its just too much for the young woman. Ranma takes her virginity, but
the pain fades faster than one might expect. And then he’s moving inside of her, sliding back and forth
slowly, tenderly, and Ukyo can’t take it anymore.

“R-Ranma~”

His name leaves her throat as she cums, a soft, quiet orgasm causing her pussy walls to spasm around
his dick. It’s not explosive or even that intense, but it means the world to the girl who has never
masturbated, who never even thought she would get to have sex with the one she’s always loved.
Kasumi giggles behind her and Ukyo leans her head back, only to find the older woman’s lips coming
down to fasten onto her.

Her tongue and the Tendo girl’s tongue intertwine as Kasumi kisses her upside down all while Ranma
fucks her, and Ukyo moans into Kasumi’s mouth the entire time. Time itself seems to stretch out, and
Ukyo almost feels like she could spend an eternity in these moments, Ranma’s member sliding in and
out of her wet passage and Kasumi’s tongue running along her own.
If this is what love is like… if this is truly what Ranma and Kasumi feel for her… she’ll have no problem
sticking around. Setting up a restaurant in Furinkan and spending her nights with the married couple… it
sounded absolutely lovely. A delirious smile spreads across Ukyo’s face, and she doesn’t even fully
register it when Ranma cums inside of her, though her body does and the resulting orgasm is much
stronger than the first.

It’s far from the end of things though, and Ranma and Kasumi make love to Ukyo all night long, until
eventually the three of them are laying back in one another’s arms, their sweat-covered naked bodies
intertwined. Ukyo has never been more content.

-x-X-x-

The next morning, about five minutes after Ukyo departs with promises made to be in contact again
soon, Ranma and Kasumi walk over to their closed closet door with similar smiles on their faces.
Opening it up reveals Shampoo suspended from the ceiling in complex rope bondage. The purple-haired
cutie moans happily at the sight of them, even as the toys packed into her cunt and ass continue to buzz
away.

Kasumi coos as she leans in and licks along the side of their pets’ sweat-covered face.

“Aww, you did so good darling. SO good. Didn’t hear a peep from you the entire night. I was so happy
that you didn’t disturb us. Didn’t our pet do good Ranma?”

The young man steps forward and grins as Shampoo squirms and altogether manages to give off a
surprising sense of ‘pride’ despite her humiliating position. He chuckles and reaches out to casually
grope one of the Chinese Amazon’s large tits.

“Indeed, she did. I think this one has earned a rather big reward for her good behavior.”

As Kasumi coos some more, Shampoo smiles around her ball gag, happy to have made her Master and
Mistress proud. All the while, Ukyo had no idea just what kind of perverse couple she’d fallen in love
with…
 12 - Christmas Time

Kasumi couldn’t help but be excited, for a number of reasons. To start with, it was Christmas. Not quite
Christmas Day of course, that had already passed. But it was still the month of December, and that
meant it was the Christmas Season! Besides which, all the days leading up to Christmas Day, as well as
the big day itself, had been filled with family-packed festivities. As great as it all had been, there’d not
been any real room for happy sexy fun times.

Though, it had been enjoyable to listen to Ranma’s mother gush about how manly her son was. Kasumi
had preened under Nodoka’s praise. Though of course, it’d also been slightly nerve-wracking to keep
the older woman from finding out about Ranma’s curse. For whatever reason, both Ranma and Genma
thought Nodoka would react poorly to Ranko’s existence and the fact that the red head was tied to
Ranma’s existence in turn.

It was a bit troublesome, because despite Ranma ultimately accepting his female half, he still seemed to
attract water like a magnet, and more than once Kasumi had to cover for the drenched girl as Ranko ran
off wearing Ranma’s clothes before Nodoka could see her. All in all, it was a good time though. But
Kasumi could tell that it’d upset Ranko just a bit, being unable to reveal herself to her mother. That was
why the eldest Tendo daughter had decided to do what she was doing today. That was why she’d
gotten everyone together in the same hotel that Ranma had taken her to for her birthday, railing her with
Kuno and Ryouga’s help.

This time, the hotel room is filled to the brim with women, each of whom is looking around with some
confusion on their faces. There’s her lovely pet, Shampoo. The Chinese Amazon has her collar on and
is knelt by the side of the bed, waiting patiently to hear what Kasumi wants from her. Then, there’s Ukyo
and Kodachi, the two of them glancing between her and the room’s last occupant. Ranko is standing
there fidgeting, just as in the dark as the rest of them.

“So then… why are we here?”

Of course it would be Kodachi who breaks the silence first. And of course Ukyo latches on a moment
later.

“Yeah, this is honestly a bit… well, if it’s not Ranma, I’m not sure I care to partake. Sorry Ranko.”

The red head droops a bit, but Kasumi ignores both girls in favor of walking over to her ‘wife’. A smile
on her face, the eldest Tendo daughter reaches out and lifts Ranko’s chin with a couple fingers.

“Do you trust me darling?”

Ranko stares at her with wide eyes, and then nods without a second thought. Kasumi’s grin grows all
the wider and she moves over to a nearby tea set.

“We will all need to drink this. All of us except for Ranko. Then, all will be made clear.”
It’s obvious as she passes out the tea that Ukyo and Kodachi are a little suspicious. Meanwhile,
Shampoo is happy to obey her, if a bit surprised that she’s also being given a tea cup. Kasumi takes her
own and drinks deeply from it, and only then do the other three young women do the same. A beatific
smile on her face, Kasumi waits a beat… and then feels the change overcoming her.

Between one beat and the next, she becomes a he, and around him, the others undergo a similar
transformation. Ranko watches on with wide eyes as Ukyo, Shampoo, Kodachi, and Kasumi all become
male. Shampoo accepts this the easiest, but then, the Chinese boy isn’t wearing any undergarments,
so his cock isn’t suddenly straining against a pair of panties.

Kodachi and Ukyo on the other hand both let out near identical yelps as they tear at the feminine
clothes, divesting themselves quite quickly of their skirts and then their panties, freeing their raging,
throbbing erections from their tight confines. Kasumi does the same of course, at a much slower rate, a
wicked grin set on the newly made man’s face, even as he exposes his own masculine body.

“K-Kasumi… what have you done to us. Gah! My voice…”

Kodachi blushes as he crosses his arms over his muscular, broad-shouldered chest. Beside him, Ukyo
nods in agreement, blushing as well. Neither looks particularly happy to by a boy in that moment, but
Kasumi just grins and gestures to Ranko.

“Think about it girls… well, boys. Think about it. This is only temporary, a few hours at most. You’ll all be
back to normal soon enough, and Ranma can fuck each and every one of you to your heart’s content
then. But right now, you’ve got an opportunity in front of you. Each of you is now equipped to fuck
Ranko senseless, as am I. I know what I’m going to do with the next few hours. What will you be
doing?”

A sudden growl is the only warning any of them gets before a slightly amorous Shampoo launches
himself at Ranko’s smaller form. The top-heavy red head goes down with a yelp and a giggle, before
moaning wantonly as Shampoo humps at her, managing to get his new cock inside of her in no time at
all. The other three newly made males watch in a mixture of amusement and bemusement as the
Saotomes’ pet plows Ranko right then and there in the middle of the hotel room.

A frenzy of sex later, Shampoo cums and fills Ranko’s cunt to the brim with his seed. Then the Chinese
boy pulls out, panting heavily. That’s when Kasumi reaches down and pulls the dazed red head to her
knees by one of her pigtails. Bringing his cock to bear, the Eldest Tendo ‘son’ grins as he rubs it all
over his wife’s face.

Ranko moans wantonly and begins to lavish praise on his member. In the end, that and the show played
by Shampoo moments before are all that are needed to propel Ukyo and Kodachi into action. The two
young men move forward, their own cocks in hand as they approach from Ranko’s sides. The red head
proves attentive and aware of her surroundings even then, even as she begins to take Kasumi’s big, fat
dick in her mouth. Her hands come up and she grasps the cocks to either side of her, stroking them up
and down enthusiastically, much to the delight of their owners.

Ukyo and Kodachi groan, neither of them exactly used to having male genitalia, or male anything for that
matter. Kasumi is in a similar boat, though he does a better job of masking his reactions than they do.
Either way though, all three newly made men are on a hair trigger in much the same way Shampoo had
proved to be.

As such, it’s no longer than a minute before each of them is cumming from Ranko’s ministrations,
Kasumi’s load filling the red head’s mouth and Ukyo and Kodachi painting Ranko’s face and hair with
their seed. Doing her best to swallow down Kasumi’s seed, even as she gets plastered by two extra
loads, the top-heavy girl moans, sending pleasurable vibrations right up Kasumi’s new cock.

Then, she lips her mouth off of Kasumi’s prick and her hand off of Ukyo’s, swapping so that she’s
sucking the latter and jacking off the former. Even covered in white, hot cum, the red head doesn’t give
up. Needless to say, it isn’t long before all three of them are cumming yet again. By this point, Shampoo
is recovered and the slightly mind-broken pet is still struggling to cope with suddenly having a dick.
Ranko grunts as the Chinese boy slides into place behind her, and then a moment later she’s taking
Shampoo’s cock up the ass, even as her bukkake at the hands of Kasumi, Ukyo, and Kodachi
continues.

She strokes them off and sucks them to completion more times than any of them can count, and by the
time Shampoo groans and cums inside of her back door, Ranko is covered from head to navel in a
copious amount of seed. She begins to eat it when the others pull back and Shampoo falls away,
exhausted. Scooping it up with her fingers, the red head cleans herself off by consuming and swallowing
down every last drop of cum left on her body.

By the time she’s finished, they’re raring to go again, and Ranko shrieks with delight as Kasumi tosses
her onto the bed with his new muscles. Grunting in a deep voice, Ranko’s ‘husband’ climbs on after
her, and spreads her legs wide. A moment later, Kasumi is inside of her, fucking her, plowing her
senseless right there on the hotel bed, all while Ranko cries out. The red head orgasms again and again
around Kasumi’s prick, and she continues to vocalize her enjoyment right to the point where Kodachi
sticks his dick right down Ranko’s throat.

The crimson-haired girl’s head is pulled back off the edge of the bed by the rich young man, and a
moment later, Kodachi is pistoning away into Ranko’s mouth, right down her gullet. His massive new
schlong can be seen as it travels past Ranko’s neck, bulging out with each thrust.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

At the same time, the red head’s nice, large mammaries are put to good use by the now male Ukyo,
even as the okonomiyaki chef gleefully slides his dick in and out of the valley that he’s now making with
Ranko’s tits. Squeezing and molding them around his new member, Ukyo groans as the excessive
amount of precum his length is producing makes the passage nice and slick for him. He makes sure to
pay special attention to Ranko’s nipples as well, knowing how sensitive his own are when he’s a girl.

Needless to say, Kodachi gets some lovely vibrations up his cock length as it pistons in and out of
Ranko’s throat, the young man groaning from Ranko’s nonstop muffled moans on account of the
overwhelming amount of pleasure that the transformed men are forcing upon her. Eventually, Shampoo
joins in again too, though he’s forced to settle for Ranko’s hand this time, growling as he ends up
rebuffed whenever he makes a move towards Ranko’s tits. Ukyo is still armed with his spatula after all…
This genderbent gangbang continues for quite some time as Kasumi, Kodachi, Ukyo, and Shampoo take
their pleasure from the happy, delirious Ranko. Kasumi smiles as he watches his darling wife get used
and abused, all while his own cock makes solid use of her cunt. Ranko tightens around his dick time and
time again, her pussy milking him for all he’s worth, even as he plows her senseless. It feels good,
being on the other side of things for once. Certainly, Kasumi could mimic something like this with a
strap-on, but… it wouldn’t be the same. It would be a pale imitation, a mockery instead of what he was
experiencing now.

Having a cock with Ranko’s tight pussy wrapped around it… it was an amazing feeling. If this was what
Ranma felt every time he fucked Kasumi’s female form, then the eldest Tendo ‘son’ could understand
the appeal of being a boy far better now. Though he still enjoyed being fucked as a woman quite a lot,
right now it was all about doing the fucking.

And Ranko was certainly enjoying herself, that was for sure. Even as Ukyo and Kodachi and Shampoo
fall off one by one in exhaustion, Kasumi continues to fuck Ranko senseless, slamming home into the
red head’s cunt time and time again. Eventually, he changes things up by grabbing her by her hips and
spinning her over onto her front.

Pulling Ranko up onto her knees is easy enough, and sliding her butt cheeks apart to reveal her
asshole, already slightly gaping and filled with Shampoo’s cream causes Kasumi to grin. A moment
later, he’s inside of her, plowing his lovely wife’s back door for all he’s worth. Grunting, the male
Kasumi jackhammers into Ranma’s shapely, toned rump. At the same time, the red head moans
wantonly, her hands clutching at the sheets beneath her. Her hips do their best to move in time with
Kasumi’s pistoning prick, but in the end she’s mostly just along for the ride, as she gets the anal
pounding of her life from her darling ‘husband’.

When Kasumi finally cums again, Ranko mewls pathetically and then lets out a gasp as Kasumi
practically topples on top of her. Chuckling, the broad-shouldered man pulls his wife close, cuddling her
to his chest. Ranko nuzzles right back, finding the right spot to be Kasumi’s little spoon, even with his
softening prick still lodged in her ass.

“Mm… best Christmas ever Kasumi.”

Chuckling with that deep voice of his, the temporary male grins and holds Ranko tight.

“Glad to hear it sweetheart.”

Of course, then Kodachi and Ukyo and Shampoo make their presence known again. Ranko is not at all
allowed to drift off in her ‘husband’s’ arms, at least not for several hours more. The hotel room is filled
with the sounds of debauchery for the entirety of the time that the young women are transformed into
men by the powder that Kasumi put in all of their tea.

And then, it’s filled with a different sort of debauchery when said powder wears off and Kasumi pours
hot water over a slightly exhausted Ranko. Changing her back into Ranma has the added effect of
rejuvenating the young man, as he grins, ready and able to come out to play. Needless to say, no one
gets any sleep that night, or the next day for that matter. Ranma is quite busy fucking some needy girls
into the bed in return for the pleasure they’d conferred onto his female half.

All in all, it’s the best Christmas Kasumi has ever had. But then, she’d expected as much, given it was
the eldest Tendo girl’s first Christmas with her beloved Ranma. She could only imagine how good every
Christmas to come would be, so long as she could celebrate them with her darling husband and their pet
and friends.

Oh yes. Twas the season of giving, after all.

 13 - Self-cest

Ranma wasn’t too sure what Kasumi was planning when she’d sent Shampoo to bug Nabiki for the
day, giving the pair of them some privacy in their room. The middle Tendo girl was a bit of a shrewd
businesswoman, but she’d stayed away from Ranma and Kasumi so far, seeming to be a little leery
about just how shameless the pair were.

He didn’t mind though, while he wouldn’t mind fucking either Akane or Nabiki if Kasumi wanted to,
there was such a thing as incest taboos, so as long as his beloved wife didn’t bring it up, he wouldn’t
either. Still, he couldn’t help but be curious over what exactly Kasumi had in mind, and why it required
Shampoo to be out of the room and pestering her younger sister.

That is, until he saw the tea tray and watched her pour a familiar packet of powder into his cup. Eyebrow
raised, the dark-haired martial artist takes the cup of tea when it’s offered to him, enjoying the warmth
that the liquid provides.

“What’s this one do, Kasumi?”

The eldest Tendo daughter has a sly smile on her face as she shrugs a shoulder.

“Guess you’ll have to drink it and find out, darling~”

Furrowing his brow, Ranma shrugs as well. Not like he doesn’t trust her by this point. Swallowing down
the cup of tea, Ranma lets his eyes drift shut for a moment as he enjoys the warm sensation of the hot
liquid traveling down his throat and into his gullet. Then, as had happened before, he grunts and doubles
over, even as his other half, his female side, ends up ejected from his body and given a body of her own.

Ranma isn’t nearly as surprised at Ranko’s sudden naked presence in the room as he was last time,
but he is a little confused. Hadn’t they already done this? Was Kasumi hoping for a repeat
performance? He certainly wouldn’t say no, but it didn’t really seem her style… seemed a bit too boring
for his wild, perverse wife.

His confusion shown through onto his face. Of course it did, the martial artist never bothered to hide his
emotions. Kasumi takes note of his look as he raises his eyebrows at her, but rather than answer his
unspoken question directly, the young woman grins and directs her attention towards the naked red
head kneeling between them.

“Ranko~”

The short-stack lifts her gaze towards her ‘wife’ and bites her lower lip.

“Y-Yes?”

Kasumi’s grin grows wider still, and she looks a bit like that saying Ranma has heard a few times. The
cat that caught the canary, that was the one.

“Tell me Ranko, have you ever fantasized about Ranma?”

Ranma’s eyes go wide at that, as he finally begins to put the dots together and realizes where Kasumi
is taking this. His own gaze moves towards his female half, even as Ranko freezes up, sweating bullets
under their combined, penetrating stares.

“I-I… w-what do you mean?”

Kasumi chuckles and sways her hips as she saunters over to the kneeling, naked red head. She
reaches out and grabs a fist full of Ranko’s red locks as she pulls the other girl along, all the way to
where Ranma is currently seated on the edge of their bed. Her eyes meet his for a moment, and there’s
a question in them that Ranma takes a moment to think on. Finally, he nods slightly in silent agreement,
deciding to present a unified front with his wife against his female half.

Grinning wider still, Kasumi pushes Ranko’s face down into Ranma’s crotch, and the naked, buxom girl
immediately moans as she catches a whiff of his scent through his pants, her cheek and nose nuzzling
against his growing, hardening cock in mere moments, all on her own. Kasumi still keeps ahold of her of
course, and as Ranko whines in need, the eldest Tendo girl leans in and whispers in her ear.

“Ready to answer the question now, love?”

Moaning, Ranko caves, perhaps strengthened by the knowledge that Ranma is allowing all this to
happen without doing a thing in response.

“Yessss… I do, I f-fantasize about him all the time. I watch whenever he, mm, uses his big, hard cock on
another woman. I e-enjoy it… I love it.”

Slowly, Ranko lifts her gaze to look her male half in his eye. Ranma stares back, but there’s no
condemnation there. Kasumi truly has expanded his horizons at this point. He’s sure that there was a
time where he would have been completely turned off by this whole situation… but now, he was
throbbing, and feeling harder than ever before.

“Then prove it, Ranko.”

Kasumi’s words spur the red head into action, and soon Ranma’s pants and boxers are both down, his
cock jumping up to nearly smack his female half across the face as she unveils it. Licking her lips,
Ranko reaches out and grabs onto the huge, hard member, seeming pleased at just what she’s
managed to create with her nuzzling and her naked form.

One hand strokes at his shaft and the other plays with his balls as Ranma throws his head back and
groans loudly. A moment later and Kasumi is sitting beside him, turning him to face her as the pair of
them kiss right there on the edge of the bed. At the same time, Ranko is finally putting her lips around
her male half’s cockhead, sliding his member into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around his tip, and then
as she goes further and further, it settles for sliding back and forth across the underside of his meaty
length.
Ranma’s hand eventually comes down on Ranko’s head, his fingers lacing through her crimson locks,
even as the majority of his focus is taken by Kasumi. The eldest Tendo girl does the same thing as a
matter of fact, one of her hands joining his in petting the submissive red head currently sucking him off.
Together, they guide the pliant, pliable girl back and forth along Ranma’s shaft, until finally he’s
beginning to push down the back of her throat.

Ranko has learned from watching and from doing by this point, and she happily swallows her male
half’s cock, her gag reflex mostly suppressed as her neck constantly spasms around his member.
Deeper and deeper she manages to take him, until finally her nose is in his pubes and his balls, still
cradled in her hand, are pressed against her drool-covered chin.

At the same time, her other hand, now free from stroking his shaft, moves between Ranko’s legs. The
red head happily fingers herself as she holds her lips to the base of Ranma’s cock, pistoning two digits
in and out of her slick, dripping wet cunt. Finally though, she begins to choke and has to pull back.
Spending only a moment in recovery, Ranko is quick to dive back down again, bobbing up and down on
her male half’s dick like the cock-sucking pro she’s become.

As she happily fucks her own face on Ranma’s cock, Ranma and Kasumi begin to get hotter and
heavier between themselves. Ranma’s free hand slips under Kasumi’s shirt and reaches up to grope
her breast, and eventually he simply removes his hand from Ranko’s hair altogether in order to begin
stripping his beloved wife of her clothing.

Kasumi in turn does the same, and though there’s a bit of jostling in the process, soon the pair are just
as naked as the kneeling red head deep-throating Ranma’s cock. Quite a bit of heavy petting and
molestation follows, until eventually Ranma lets out a grunt into Kasumi’s lips, his member pulsating as
Ranko brings his first release out of him.

Sensing it coming, the red head pulls back partway at the very last second, holding just the first couple
inches of Ranma’s cock inside of her throat. When he begins to cum a moment later, Ranko swallows
every last drop, her neck convulsing with each drink of his sticky, white-hot seed. It’s delicious, but then
Ranko already knew it would be. Everything about this moment is perfect for the young woman, and
she’s happy to be her male half’s cum receptacle in this moment.

Ranma’s cock is still hard when Ranko finally pulls back off of it completely, his tip slipping out from
between her lips with a pop. Neither she nor Kasumi is exactly surprised though, and the eldest Tendo
daughter simply grins as she pulls back from her adored husband’s lips, only to reach down and stroke
his cock a bit.

“Ready for some more Ranko? I assume I don’t have to tell you… but assume the position for me,
won’t you darling?”

Blushing deeply, the naked red head nods and does just that. Crawling onto the bed past the married
couple, Ranma’s female half places herself in the middle of the mattress on her hands and knees,
‘assuming the position’ and looking back over her shoulder as she reaches down between her legs to
spread her pussy lips wide with two fingers.
The invitation is obvious, and as Kasumi watches on, Ranma stands up and then crawls onto the bed as
well, kneeling behind his female half. Ranko watches as the dark-haired martial artist guides his
cockhead to her waiting, wet pussy lips, and she moans as he penetrates her, sliding in and stretching
her wide around his girthy cock.

Ranko is far from a virgin, that much is for sure… but it almost feels like she’s losing her virginity all over
again, taking her male half’s huge schlong inside of her. They’re a perfect fit, a perfect match even.
Ranma’s member goes in deep and Ranko can feel every last bit of it as she moans wantonly,
shuddering before him, her entire body shaking. Kasumi is soon kneeling by her side, kissing her as
she’d been kissing Ranma, and molesting her body, but most of Ranko’s attention is focused solely on
the nice, thick meat rod penetrating deep inside of her.

Then, Ranma is pulling out only to thrust back in again, and Ranko absolutely loses it as her male half
finally begins to fuck her in earnest. In turn, Ranma grunts as he feels his female half’s cunt walls
tighten around his cock. He’s watched her get fucked a few times from inside their shared skull now,
and while it’s a little silly, there’s one thought that’s always crossed his mind. In point of fact, he’d felt
like the others who fucked Ranko… just weren’t doing it right.

Grunting, Ranma reaches forward and grabs Ranko by her long, red hair. He wraps her locks around his
hand a few times, and then curls that into a fist as he pulls her head back. Ranko’s body is forced into
an arch and her hands almost come up off the bed as he begins to thrust into her while also pulling
roughly at her hair.

Kasumi takes advantage of the way this new pose causes Ranko’s breasts to jut out and bounce up
and down, and soon the red head is being overwhelmed with pleasure from both sides. Her male half’s
cock slamming into her pussy time and time again, and her beloved wife’s tongue and mouth and teeth
on her sensitive tits, working away at them.

As they’ve done with plenty before, Kasumi and Ranma work in tandem to fuck Ranko senseless. But
unlike those others, Ranko has been there for all of their previous activities. She’s no blushing virgin,
and she’s not nearly as breakable at the others. By the time Ranma cums inside of his female half, the
red head is still ready and raring to go, moaning wantonly and covered in a light layer of sweat, but
altogether eager for more.

So of course, Ranma begins the process of preparing Ranko’s asshole for his cock. His fingers slide
into her back door, and he twists and turns them even as Kasumi captures the red head’s mouth,
muffling Ranko’s whines and whimpers. With his thick member already lubed up by their combined
sexual fluids, pushing his cockhead inside of her asshole after he’d loosened it up with a couple fingers
is in turn child’s play.

A low keening wail leaves Ranko’s throat as her male half penetrates her back door for the first time.
His cock is bigger than anything she’s taken before, that much is for sure, but Ranko takes it like a
champ anyways. The red head maintains her position on her hands and knees, her toes and fingers
curling until she’s planted on her knuckles as she keeps herself as steady as possible.

Tag teamed from both sides as she is, all Ranko can really do is endure, with Kasumi playing with her
breasts and her mouth, and Ranma slowly picking up the pace in her ass. But then, that’s really what
they’ve trained her to do at this point. Endurance is exactly what Ranko is aiming for. Her cum-filled
pussy squirts again and again as Ranma’s anal pounding brings her to orgasm after orgasm, but the
red head still endures, still maintains her position.

It takes hours for them to exhaust the honorary third member of their marriage, but Ranma and Kasumi
manage it all the same. Ranma cums inside of Ranko’s ass, and then he fucks her face again, before
moving back to her pussy. Kasumi switches around as well, always where Ranma is not, always
providing pleasure in a way Ranma cannot, her tongue and her fingers working wonders to keep Ranko
from ever quite coming down from the pleasure.

And in the end, the red head lays face down on the bed, prone and exhausted as Ranma and Kasumi
lounge on either side of her sweaty, breathless body, leaning over her to kiss one another. Ranma has a
casual, happy smile on his face, while Kasumi is grinning quite wickedly. After all, now that she’s
managed this… now that Ranma is fine with fucking his female half… well, she can move onto
EXPERIMENTS!

The eldest Tendo daughter contains her giggles, even as she strokes a hand through Ranko’s hair,
knowing the red head would disappear soon enough. Still though… who knew what the future held at this
point, hm?
 14 - The Golden Pair

“God damnit!”

Kasumi has to hold back the laughter that threatens to bubble out of her throat as Ranma takes another
tumble on the ice. It’s not his fault after all. It was her idea to go ice skating, and funnily enough, a life
spent on the road training to be a martial artist alongside his pops had not taught Ranma how to use ice
skates, or how to glide gracefully across a frozen pond. Go figure.

Still, her darling husband was nothing if not persistent. The smile already on Kasumi’s face turns to one
of appreciation as she watches Ranma struggle back to his feet. With a look of pure determination,
Ranma begins to slowly move forward again, half-stomping across the ice, but maintaining his balance
nonetheless. Kasumi nods encouragingly when he throws her a happy smile, and as he closes in, she
reaches out and takes his hand.

The two of them skate around the ice for a little while, simply enjoying the sun overhead and the calm,
peaceful atmosphere of the day. It’s a wonderful day, one where they can simply relax and detox, letting
the stress wash off of them as Kasumi teaches Ranma a new skill, something the martial artist loves
more than anything in the world… well, beside her of course.

Eventually, she lets go of Ranma’s hand, and watches as the young man skates for himself for a little
bit, moving this way and that in a truly impressive fashion. Kasumi is still watching him when a presence
suddenly makes itself known by her side, and hot breath washes over her ear as a smooth voice fills the
empty air.

“Well, hello there sweetheart. Have you ever thought about spending some time with a real skater?”

Kasumi looks to her left and finds a handsome, albeit smarmy man standing beside her. She lifts a brow
at him, the corners of her lips turning up, and he in turn bows at the waist.

“Mikado Sanzenin, at your service. I couldn’t help but notice you trying to teach that ape of a boy ice
skating. Through no fault of your own, he seems to be failing entirely at the task. I imagine he simply has
no aptitude for it.”

That’s not quite true. Ranma has been improving in leaps and bounds, and Kasumi has no doubt that if
allowed to continue, her husband will be a master-class skater by the end of the week. That’s just the
sort of level Ranma tends to operate on when it comes to learning new things. She’s not quite sure if
the young man’s potential is simply limitless, or if they just haven’t found his limits yet. Until they do,
there’s no real difference, she supposes.

“Oh? And I suppose YOU are a real skater?”

Mikado’s smile might have sent her heart aflutter… if she was years younger, and a complete novice in
all things sexual. As it is, Kasumi is simply more and more amused by this obvious playboy, even as he
gives her a cocky grin.

“But of course. Do you truly not recognize me? I am a student at Kolhots High School, a member of the
Golden Pair that the school so covets. My partner and I are masters of Martial Arts Figure Skating. Our
skills are second to none.”

Kasumi smiles back and ends up having to cover her mouth as a giggle escapes her lips.

“Is that so?”

Mikado frowns slightly at that, but before he can figure out if she’s mocking him or not, Ranma finally
arrives, a bit slowed down by not wanting to slip and fall on the way over.

“Hey! Asshole! Who the hell do you think you are, calling me an ape?”

The handsome boy is taken aback by Ranma’s enhanced sense of hearing, causing Kasumi to be more
amused than before. But to his credit, Mikado does not back down. Instead, he outright wraps an arm
around Kasumi’s waist right there in front of Ranma, his smug grin back in full force.

“I am a man above you in every way, you Neanderthal.”

Ranma’s eyes widen at that and he snarls as his fists clench.

“You take that back! And get your hands off my wife!”

Kasumi can’t help but be amused as once again, it’s Mikado’s turn to be surprised. He glances at her
and then back to Ranma in disbelief, and in response, Kasumi simply lifts her hand, showing off her ring.
And yet, still the smarmy young man refuses to back down. He does let go of her, but then he takes a
step towards Ranma, sneering down at the slightly shorter boy.

“Why would I take it back? I’m twice the man you’ll ever be. Perhaps I should show your wife what a
true man is really like.”

Kasumi manages to stifle the giggle this time, even as Ranma practically steams from the ears.

“You couldn’t show a woman what a true man was really like if you had three hours and a fucking road
map to their clit!”

Mikado blushes at the crass language Ranma’s spouting, even as Kasumi grins at the solid comeback.
Sputtering a bit, the figure skater waves his hands in the air as he responds.

“Uncouth child! You are too immature, too young to have such a beauty tied to your every whim!
Spouting off such reprehensible words, as if it makes you more learned!”

“Hah, I bet I AM more learned when it comes to women, you fucking asshole!”

Kasumi happens to agree with her husband, from what she can see so far. Which is why she interjects,
before the conversation can deteriorate any further, or go in an undesirable direction.

“Boys. Boys… calm down. We can settle this without such harsh, loud words. It wouldn’t do to make a
scene.”

Ranma and Mikado turn to her, and Kasumi smiles happily.

“Tell me, Mikado… is your partner a woman?”

Her husband’s eyes light up in understanding, while Mikado’s brow furrows in confusion.

“She is… yes. But if you think to challenge us to a match… well, I am happy to accept!”

Kasumi lets out a light gale of laughter, even as she shakes her head in the negative.

“Oh you! No, we shouldn’t settle this on the ice rink! After all, the challenge is one of manliness!
There’s only one reasonable way to settle all of this, don’t you think?”

Suddenly, the smarmy young man looks a whole lot less sure of himself. He furrows his brow in
confusion and cocks his head to the side. Kasumi’s smile just widens dramatically, as Ranma looks on
with some amusement from the side. Oh how he very much loves his wife.

-x-X-x-

Azusa really isn’t sure what’s going on. Mikado had called and told her he needed her help with a
match… but then, why were they meeting at some love hotel, instead of an ice rink? She’d even brought
all of her gear, but Mikado had told her to set it aside, before he’d escorted her up to the room. Now the
childish, ditzy young woman finds herself standing there before a couple of strangers, trying to figure out
just what’s going on.

“A Martial Arts Sex Match? I’m not sure I understand…”

The other woman in the room, who’d introduced herself as Kasumi Tendo, smiles pleasantly.

“Oh, it’s quite simple sweetheart! Ranma and Mikado here had an argument over just who was the
most manly between them! Now, the only way to settle such an argument is to see which of them is the
best in bed, obviously! So, Mikado and I will have sex, while you and Ranma also have sex. The one
most able to please their respective partner will have proven themselves the manliest. It really makes
perfect sense, if you think about it!”

That was the problem. Azusa was not very good at thinking. She was much better at figure skating, and
at collecting things… usually things that weren’t hers. This though… hm, she didn’t really know what to
do here. But Mikado had called it a match, and together they’d won nine hundred and fifty of those. On
an ice rink, to be fair, but in the end this was just another match… and so long as she just told them she
wasn’t enjoying it, it sounded like Mikado would win.

Smiling happily, Azusa shrugs her shoulders.

“Okay! Let’s do it!”

And just like that, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed with a guy named Ranma sitting beside her.
Across the hotel room, Kasumi and Mikado are seated on a bed as well. Azusa watches them for a
moment and lifts an eyebrow as Mikado goes in for his kiss, only to get pushed back onto the bed by a
FAR more enthusiastic Kasumi, who subsequently pins him to the mattress, climbing atop him before he
can so much as blink.

Then, Ranma’s hand is invading her vision, and Azusa finds her head turned as he caresses her cheek,
bringing her around to look him in the eyes. He’s smiling slightly, but Azusa isn’t supposed to enjoy this
at all, so she doesn’t smile back. Instead, she stares at him as he comes closer and closer. And then
his lips are on hers and Azusa suddenly understands just why Mikado enjoys seducing girls so he can
kiss them.

Is this what kissing has always been like? If she’s being honest, watching her partner kiss other women
has never looked very appealing. But with Ranma… with Ranma, it’s on a whole other level. Being a
ditz, Azusa very quickly forgets that she’s supposed to be hating this. To her credit, she’s not exactly
used to matches involving sex instead of martial arts figure skating.

When Ranma slowly lays her back on the bed, Azusa lets him, moaning into his mouth like the blushing
virgin she is, even as he begins to work at her clothing, unbuttoning her shirt and drawing it off of her
shoulders. Her skirt goes next as he pushes her further and further up onto the bed, until she’s
sprawled out beneath him, wearing nothing but her panties and bra.

She doesn’t really know enough to be embarrassed, but she’s still a little flustered by how Ranma’s
treating her, his fingers ghosting up and down her mostly naked form, even as his tongue slides into her
mouth, writhing this way and that. Her own tongue fights back, and the two wrestle with one another for
a moment, even as Ranma’s hands come up to her bra-clad tits and grope them, causing Azusa to lose
her focus, a gasp escaping her throat.

He kneads and molests her breasts right through her bra… and then he pulls her bra up and mauls her
beautiful titties directly, and Azusa can barely contain herself as she moans and whines and writhes
beneath Ranma’s muscular body.

When his fingers hook into the waistband of her panties next, slowly drawing them down her thighs,
Azusa just lets it happen, watching down the slope of her body as her pussy, her private place, is
revealed to his eyes. Ranma slips her panties off of one foot and then the other, and then he balls them
up and tosses them to the side like so much trash. Azusa pouts a little at that, but before she can
complain, a feminine hand laces its way into her hair and she finds herself in a long, drawn out kiss with
Kasumi of all people.

It’s just as pleasurable as the kiss with Ranma, and so, while it’s happening Azusa doesn’t resist,
simply letting it go on as her tongue wiggles back and forth inexpertly around Kasumi’s experienced,
skilled mouth muscle. When the older woman DOES finally pull back though, Azusa remembers to
protest.
“H-Hey, what the hell?! Where’s Mikado?!”

Kasumi smiles sympathetically, before glancing across the room. Azusa follows her gaze over to the
other bed, where she can see Mikado’s form laid out, seemingly unconscious. Blinking dumbly, the ditzy
girl looks back up at Kasumi with some level of fear in her eyes, completely out of her depth in this
moment.

“What… what did you do to him?”

Laughing, the Eldest Tendo daughter runs her fingers along Azusa’s jawline, even as she smiles
patiently.

“I fucked him, darling. He tried to fuck me, but as it turns out, he isn’t much of a man at all. I suspect he
very well might have been a virgin… just as I believe you to be, yes? In the end, he just wasn’t enough to
even get me warmed up, before he passed out from a single nutting. Quite a shameful showing.”

Azusa frowns at that, furrowing her brow for a moment before her eyes widen in shock.

“T-Then we lost?!”

That’s the moment where Ranma thrusts his cock into her unsuspecting pussy, and a cry of discomfort
mixed with pleasure leaves Azusa’s lips. While Kasumi distracted her, the young man had stripped
naked and brought his cock to bare on her pussy lips. She hadn’t even paid attention when he’d
spread her legs apart, and impatient, Ranma had decided to just go ahead and get it over with. As tears
well up in the corners of Azusa’s eyes, Kasumi holds her gaze and smiles down at her happily.

“Yes, you lost. But don’t worry… my Ranma is going to make it all feel so much better.”

The thick, hard cock inside of her begins to move, and a surprised moan leaves Azusa’s lips as Ranma
begins to fuck her. The young man is hung like a stud, not that the virgin would know anything about
that. Azusa barely knows anything besides figure skating… and collecting other people’s belongings.
She’s learning something new now though, as the pleasure of Ranma pounding away into her cunt fills
her very being.

Sex… sex is wonderful. The realization allows Azusa to finally just let go. Her first ever orgasm runs
through her body a moment later, and she moans wantonly even as Ranma grabs hold of her tits again.
She’s getting louder and louder when Kasumi finally sits on her face, settling down on either side of her
head and lowering her pussy lips over Azusa’s mouth.

“Now, now darling, if you’re any louder we might end up waking up Mikado. And I don’t think any of us
want that. There’s a good girl. Go on, lick at it Azusa. Lick my cunt you slutty little virgin bitch.”

Kasumi moans as well, which Azusa thinks is rather unfair, given the older girl is just as loud as she is.
Still, she does what she’s told, afraid that Ranma is going to stop fucking her if she doesn’t. The duo
continue to ride her face and her cunt between them as Azusa lays on the bed beneath them, accepting
as their mutual sex toy. Ranma leans forward, pistoning in and out of the figure skater’s pussy, even as
he kisses his beloved wife on the lips.
“An excellent idea as ever, sweetheart. Heh, martial arts sex match… well, I suppose that’s one way to
prove who’s manliest.”

Kasumi just giggles, even as she undulates back and forth across Azusa’s face, her hands resting on
the other girl’s shoulders.

“It was always you, my love. That was never in doubt. I’m surprised at just how easy it was to provoke
that boy over there into giving up his partner though. Mm, she’s not very experienced, but she’s good
enough for an amateur cunt licker.”

“Pussy’s definitely tight. But then, I would expect no less from a virgin…”

Azusa barely comprehends what either of them are saying as she sticks her tongue up inside Kasumi’s
cunt, while taking Ranma’s dick deep inside of her own pussy. The married couple take their pleasure
from her for what feels like hours before they finally finish. By that point, Azusa is just as passed out as
Mikado, though she’s also a lot stickier than him, covered and stuffed with Ranma and Kasumi’s sexual
fluids as she ends up.

Ranma doesn’t get any more ice skating lessons that day… but ultimately, he still had a lot of fun. And
so did Kasumi.
 15 - Nabiki

It wasn’t like Kasumi and Ranma spent much time on the computer. They had one, to be fair. And it had
internet access as well. But neither of them was the type to end up glued to a screen, and it wasn’t as if
they needed porn to get their rocks off. So the likelihood of either one of them finding the video was
actually pretty low. It was mostly unlucky that Kasumi ran across it, in the end.

She was hunting for sex toys, as it turned out, when she saw her face in an advertisement. The Eldest
Tendo Daughter stared in some surprise as she looked at her own ecstatic expression in the small,
cropped image. Curiosity overwhelmed her, and she was quick to click on the picture, seeing just where
it took her. She ended up on a website that seemed to be filled with videos, videos of people fucking,
just there to watch for free.

Kasumi presses her lips together, worried that she won’t be able to find what she’s looking for… but a
half a minute of scrolling and there it is again, her face, in the throes of ecstasy. From the look of things,
the website is sorted by the most popular videos. The video she’s looking at was posted only a week
before, but already had hundreds of thousands of views, if she was reading it correctly.

Clicking on that image of her face takes her to the actual video, finally. Kasumi’s lips begin to upturn
into a smile as the video’s start screen shows a lot more than the cropped image did. She recognizes
where she is, in fact. She recognizes what she’s doing… or as the case happened to be, WHO she was
doing. Licking her lips, Kasumi clicks the play button and watches the entirety of her and Ranma’s
encounter with the Golden Pair. Well, everything that had happened after they all got into the love hotel
anyways.

She watches Mikado turn out to be a one pump chump, and she watches as Ranma rails Azusa, while
the video-version of her happily sits on Azusa’s face, forcing the ditzy girl to eat her out. It’s pretty hot,
to see it all from a bird’s eye view so to speak. Very… arousing. Kasumi ends up watching the entire
thing, all the way through. And then, when Ranma comes around, she shows it to him as well.

They end up fucking to the sounds of them dominating Azusa in the background well into the night, and
it’s not until a couple days later that either member of the couple wonders at just how their privacy was
compromised. Not that either of them is exactly private about their indecency and debauchery in the first
place, but still… just who had spied on them and taken video of them?

A little more searching and Kasumi’s pretty sure she’s figured it out. The video of them fucking the
Golden Pair into submission is only the latest porno uploaded online. Some digging unearths more than
one other piece, which in turn leads Ranma and Kasumi to discovering the hidden cameras in their
bedroom. Someone’s not only been spying on them, but also uploading their works to the internet and
making them out to be some sort of amateur porn duo.

They weren’t too upset over it, especially since most of the comments were quite nice to them, calling
Ranma a hunky piece of man meat and Kasumi a smoking hot piece of ass. And the person who was
doing this hadn’t shown any of the more supernatural aspects of their lives. Ranko didn’t feature into
any of the pornos, and neither did the transformations caused by the power Kasumi had purchased
show up.

No, in the end it was relatively vanilla… at least for them. Still plenty of perverted sex between the two of
them, and their friends. And ultimately, Kasumi knew exactly who had done it. Hell, by the time they
were done with their ‘research’, Ranma could very well figure it out as well. There was only one person
with the resources, the greed, and most importantly, the access to pull something like this off.

Nabiki Tendo had been spying on them and recording them for months now. She’d sold videos of their
sexual escapades to the highest bidder and made quite a lot of coin off of their activities. Neither Kasumi
nor Ranma were honestly that angry about it. They were disappointed more than anything else. And
honestly? They both agreed that there was really only one way to ‘get back’ at Nabiki for her behavior.
Only one path forward made sense to the happily married couple.

They would have to teach Nabiki a lesson that she would never, ever forget.

-x-X-x-

Her little side business, selling her sister and her sister’s husband’s sexual conquests online… it’d
become almost her ENTIRE business, as things got more and more lucrative. Nabiki was an Opportunist
and a Capitalist, plain and simple. When she saw a chance to make money, she took it. And so far, this
gig she had with selling Ranma and Kasumi’s exploits was proving to be the biggest money-maker
she’d ever set up.

Of course, ever since they’d gotten Shampoo, things had become a little more difficult for Nabiki. Fact
was, she just didn’t get as many opportunities to sneak into their bedroom, so she could change out the
tapes in the cameras she’d hidden throughout it. Even when Ranma and Kasumi were both out, she still
had to contend with their live-in pet these days.

That was why she’d gotten desperate enough to tape them in the love hotel with the Golden Pair. Now
THAT video had sold well. It’d also completely ruined the Golden Pair’s reputation of course, but what
did Nabiki care about that? It wasn’t like Ranma and Kasumi gave a fuck, and neither Mikado or Azusa
were really the same after that day in the love hotel anyways. Her sister and her sister’s husband had
broken the Golden Pair… tarnished the untarnishable, so to speak.

It still made Nabiki giggle just to think of it. Not that she’d watched the video herself of course… beyond
to make sure it was sellable. She certainly hadn’t… hadn’t touched herself to the footage, or any of the
other footage she’d managed to obtain. No sir! It was… purely for profit. Nabiki wasn’t some kind of
perverted freak, like Ranma and her sister. It was good that Kasumi had married the martial artist,
because really, they were a match made in heaven.

And, they were making her so much damn money! Letting out another giggle, Nabiki checks the
cameras in the married couple’s room. It’s dark of course, pitch black even. She can’t see anything,
but that’s perfect. Ranma and Kasumi had told them all that they were taking Shampoo out shopping,
and they wouldn’t be back until later.

It was the best chance she was going to get, to sneak in, grab the tapes, load the cameras with new
ones, and sneak back out. The footage she would get would probably be able to be cut into a dozen new
videos she could sell, given just how long it’d been since she’d been able to sneak in! Grinning like a
loon, Nabiki turns away from her desk and hops out of her chair. Grabbing the new empty tapes on the
way out the door, she creeps down the hallway, hoping not to run into Akane or her father or even
worse, that fat-ass of a panda Ranma called his dad.

No one is there though, and she’s able to make it to Ranma and Kasumi’s room unopposed. There’s
no lock on the door of course, or at least, the married couple never uses it. Everyone else in the Tendo
House is well aware of the potential consequences in barging into their room unannounced. No one
wants that kind of scarring. And with Ranma revitalizing the Tendo Dojo and finally bringing in students
with his skills for the first time in years, Soun was of course very hesitant about telling them to move out.

Nabiki might have pushed the issue a bit more if she hadn’t managed to turn her older sister and her
husband into a cash cow, but she had and she wasn’t about to give that up without a fight. Slipping
inside of Ranma and Kasumi’s room, Nabiki is quick to move over to the corner, where she knows one
of her cameras is hidden. Kneeling down, she reaches into the shadowed corner, past the chair sitting
there… only to find nothing.

Blinking dumbly, Nabiki feels around for a bit, grumbling to herself. She hadn’t wanted to turn on the
lights, because that would take more time and she’d been hoping to get in and out of here quick. Even if
Ranma and Kasumi weren’t there, it was still a den of debauchery and depravity and Nabiki really
wasn’t that kind of girl.

The camera though, where was the camera?!

“Looking for this?”

Nabiki freezes at a familiar voice. The lights come on, and the middle Tendo daughter slowly turns
around to find Ranma standing there with one of her cameras in hand, a wicked smile on his face.

“Or was this the one over in that corner?”

Her head snaps to the door of their private bathroom, where Kasumi is leaning against the threshold, a
wicked smile of her own on HER face, and another camera in her hands.

Nabiki blushes crimson for a moment, and then belatedly tries to talk her way out of things. Keyword
there being try. Before she can do more than open her mouth, her big sister is speaking and Nabiki is
shutting up.

“Ah! Let’s be quiet now, Nabiki. Come on, come over here. Join Ranma on the bed.”

She shouldn’t be surprised. She knows how perverse Kasumi and Ranma are. That doesn’t make it
any less mortifying, as Ranma hands off his camera to his wife, and then guides her to the bed. His
hands are on her body and she isn’t resisting as he slowly caresses her, plays with her, molests her.
She isn’t… it’s not like she enjoys it or anything. S-She just knows when the gig is up. Nabiki has no
allusions to how this is going to go, if she doesn’t do as they say.
The thing about making money… well, to make more of it, you had to tiptoe the line between legal and…
not. What she’d been doing? If it didn’t get her arrested, it would undoubtedly get her kicked out of the
house if Kasumi told their father. All she could do was go along with whatever they had planned. It
wasn’t as if Nabiki WANTED it or anything.

And yet, when Ranma’s fingers slide into her pants and past her panties, brushing against her slit, she
blushes all the deeper when he stops and chuckles.

“Well, well, well… someone’s eager to get started.

“S-Shut up… I don’t… I’m not a pervert. I’m n-not a deviant like the t-two of you.”

Kasumi’s giggle draws Nabiki’s attention over to her sister, where she finds both cameras turned on
and pointed at her face. For a moment, Nabiki dares to believe that the tapes in the recording devices
are still full. But no, she knows better than to hope for that. Kasumi isn’t dumb. She’s recording this.
And that makes it all the more embarrassing and humiliating when Ranma slips her pants and panties
down her legs without an ounce of resistance from the greedy capitalist.

She needs to… she needs to change the narrative. With Ranma bearing down on her, Nabiki promptly
flips over onto her front, surprising both of them. She doesn’t say a word, but she does get up onto her
knees, burying her face in the bed as she reaches back and spreads her pussy lips apart for Ranma,
exposing herself for him. There’s a pause, and then his hands are on her naked ass, and his cockhead
is pressing against her virgin cunt.

“Ooh, baby sister~ I didn’t know you had it in you!”

Kasumi coos and Nabiki squirms in shame. She doesn’t want this! She doesn’t! She’s just… adopting
this position to hide her face! Yeah! That’s it! It’s-

All of Nabiki’s mental justifications promptly fly out the window as Ranma finally thrusts into her. It turns
out, she DOES really want this, because her hymen breaks and the twinge of discomfort barely registers
for the virgin girl, as her sopping wet pussy clings to Ranma’s thick cock. He starts to fuck her, slowly at
first but building up speed, and all Nabiki can do is moan wantonly in return, his cock burrowing deep
inside of her with every thrust.

Kasumi records them the entire time. Ranma fucks Nabiki silly, as shameful as that sounds. He plows
her senseless, and Nabiki takes every last inch of that big, fat cock that she’s been subconsciously
lusting after for months. She’d managed to get herself to believe the lie. The lie that she wasn’t
interested, that she wasn’t a deviant pervert.

By the time Ranma and her sister are done with her, Nabiki knows the truth, even as they let her scurry
back to her room with her dignity in shreds. She liked it. She liked it a lot. Being fucked by her sister’s
husband as her sister watched on, as Kasumi RECORDED it all? It had felt good… more than good, it’d
felt great. Almost… almost better than making money felt, if she was being honest with herself.

Blushing bright red, Nabiki tossed and turned the rest of the night, unable to sleep until she slid one
hand down her front and into the waistband of her panties, forcing two, then three, then four fingers into
her cunt. Only then did it feel even remotely close to how Ranma felt inside of her. And only then, with
her hand buried between her legs and her digits buried in her pussy, did Nabiki drift off to a deep,
dreamless sleep.

It was the best slumber she’d had in a long, LONG time. Of course, when she woke up the next day she
was mortified by what she’d taken part in. When she confronted her sister about it, Kasumi had smiled
and told her that the recordings of her indecency were destroyed. Nabiki even believed Kasumi, until she
got message after message from her contacts on those porn websites she’d been selling too, telling her
that they no longer needed her as a middle-man between them and the aspiring married couple that’d
gotten in contact with them.

She’d checked those sites every day after that, and about a week later, there it was. Her shame, her
complete and utter shame, as Ranma fucked her from behind, her face down and her ass up in the air
like she was some kind of perverted, slutty whore. Nabiki had flushed with outrage and embarrassment
when she’d first seen the video. And then, she’d found herself inching her hand towards her pants, as
she watched a second and third time. By the fourth… well, needless to say, Nabiki was too ashamed of
herself to take revenge.

They’d won… Her sister and Ranma Saotome had proven that they were completely and utterly
shameless. And Nabiki had no idea how to fight something like that.
 16 - Akane

“Akane, please come join me on the mat!”

It takes every bit of Akane’s being not to blow up right then and there. As is, she still can’t fully contain
the quiet growl that escapes her throat. Ranma lifts an eyebrow at her as she stands up and stomps her
way from the edge of the dojo out into the middle of the mat, but Akane just comes to a stop a few feet
away from him, trying and failing to relax her body.

One might think that the simple request he’d given her wouldn’t or at least shouldn’t have been
enough to piss her off. That was exactly what the newcomers to the dojo were thinking as they stared
with confused looks and furrowed brows at the pair of young martial artists. Those who had been at the
dojo for any longer period of time than one visit wore exasperated looks on THEIR faces, already used
to this behavior.

It wasn’t like it was Akane’s fault that Ranma set her on edge, that he brought out the worst in her! She
hated the damn bastard for VERY good reasons! First, he’d corrupted her big sister, Kasumi! Thanks to
extensive efforts on the part of both Nabiki and their father, Soun, Akane actually didn’t have much of a
clue about just how Kasumi had… been, before Ranma and Genma’s arrival.

The young woman knew her older sister was cool and awesome and all that great stuff, but it wasn’t
until Kasumi had corrupted RANMA that Soun and Nabiki had kind of just given up. Soun had retreated
to the bottle, and Nabiki had… well, she’d gone ahead and tried to turn Ranma and Kasumi’s ‘love’ life
into a profit. One way or another, Akane just didn’t know that her sister had always been a pervert, and
it’d been Ranma that had learned the joy of sex from Kasumi, not the other way around.

In the end, all Akane thought she knew was that Ranma had come, and Ranma had stayed, and nothing
had been the same! Kasumi was a depraved slutty woman and Ranma was in charge of the Tendo Dojo
(her birthright) and… and… Akane realizes that she’s literally vibrating with anger as she stands there in
front of the class of twenty aspiring martial artists and Ranma.

Her hands are clenched into fists and her face is red as she works herself into a right, proper fury. Able
to at least see that she shouldn’t be setting such a bad example for the students, Akane slowly tries to
calm herself down by releasing her anger in a standing meditation technique her father had taught her
when she was five. That quickly fails, and Akane ends up doing what she almost always does. She
bottles her rage up inside of her and gives the outward appearance that she’s perfectly fine.

Of course, her smile is brittle and she’s still leaking killing intent that even the novices knelt before her
and Ranma can feel, so she’s not really managing to trick anyone, not that Akane knows it. Ranma
watches all of this with some amusement in his eyes, and as she finally ‘calms down’, he clears his
throat and lifts his brow a little higher.

“Are you ready to begin, Akane?”

Right. Their daily spar. In front of everyone. The one that she lost, every single day, because on top of
everything, Ranma was actually a pretty good martial artist. He was far more than that of course, but
Akane was too deep in self-denial to acknowledge just how good he truly was. She’d managed to
wrangle a concession out of both Ranma and Soun that as soon as she beat him in a spar, SHE could
run the Tendo Dojo, as it was supposed to be, and HE could work under her as HER assistant.

It was the perfect plan, and she’d trained day in and day out to get to where she was now. She was
confident that she could beat Ranma, maybe not today, but pretty damn soon! And then she’d treat him
like trash until he gave up on it all and quit the dojo, all on his own.

“Yeah… yeah I’m ready!”

Those who had been to a class at the Tendo Dojo before straightening up and look much livelier as
Ranma and Akane face off. The handful of new students see this and do the same, glancing around and
wondering exactly what’s about to happen. They cease wondering a moment later when both Akane
and Ranma move.

Akane dashes forward almost faster than the human eye can see, while Ranma, seemingly moving far
more slowly, begins to shift to the side. Letting out a scream of triumph, Akane launches a fist at
Ranma’s head, but by the time she arrives, his hand is up, pressing into the side of her fist, and forcing
it away. Then, his other hand, closed into a fist of his own, comes up and slams into Akane’s solar
plexus with just enough force to send the female martial artist to the ground, but not enough to cause
significant damage.

The youngest Tendo daughter hits the mat with a loud smack that has every single student in the dojo
wincing in unison. Ranma, on the other hand, simply straightens up and clasps his hands behind his
back as he turns towards the class, dismissing the gasping, groaning girl at his feet entirely. Well, not
entirely… Akane might have been able to tolerate it then.

“Can anyone tell me what Akane did wrong in this spar?”

“Wrong? Fuck, she moved so fast!”

That was one of the newcomers, and his charming grin along with his comment drew no end of titters,
until Ranma, with a placid smile of his own, cuts into the noise.

“And yet, she is the one who now lays on the floor.”

That quiets down the heckler, and one of the more experienced students, a young woman taking classes
in self-defense after a sexual assault that had only barely avoided becoming rape, clears her throat
before speaking.

“She… she let her anger g-get the better of her, right S-Sensei?”

Ranma smiles and bows slightly in acknowledgment towards the female student.

“That’s exactly right. Akane let her anger get the better of her, once again. This is why meditation, in
any form that you can find it, is key to being a successful martial artist. If you allow negative emotion to
guide you, you will only have yourself to blame when the inevitable fall comes to pass.”

Ranma glances down at Akane as he pauses ever so slightly at the word ‘fall’. She’s recovered
enough to glare daggers up at him as he does it, but she doesn’t try anything else as the class goes
into full swing. No, it won’t be until later that day that she confronts Ranma for his words.

-x-X-x-

“Ranma! You bastard, we need to talk, right now!”

Akane had learned fairly early on not to barge into Ranma and Kasumi’s room after the two had gotten
married. They were VERY active lovers. But at this point, the young woman was at the end of her rope
and not considering her actions very carefully before simply… acting them. As it turned out, she was
lucky this time around, because Ranma and Kasumi were just getting into things, which meant they were
still engaging in heavy petting and some tongue-filled kissing, rather than full-blown buck-naked fucking.

That doesn’t stop Akane from blushing and averting her gaze, but it DOES allow her to gather herself
and stick around, rather than running away from the perversity.

“F-Fuck, get a room you two!”

“This is our room.”

The dry reply comes from her sister, and Akane almost wishes it’d been Ranma instead. It would have
hurt less. But no! She’s not backing down, she came here for a reason. Gritting her teeth, Akane forces
herself to look back at the bed, and specifically at Ranma.

“Ranma Saotome, I challenge you to a match, right now! No kiddies watching us, no weaklings to get in
the way! Just you and me, so I can finally fight at full strength! The winner takes over the Tendo Dojo,
FOR GOOD, while the loser eats crow!”

Ranma lets out a put-upon sigh as he moves off of Kasumi and the bed entirely, reaching to grab his
shirt and tug it back on. Meanwhile, Kasumi sits up, her own shirt falling back down over her breasts,
much to Akane’s relief. The eldest Tendo daughter has a strange look on her face as she cocks her
head to the side.

“But Akane… what’s in it for Ranma?”

That stops the girl dead in her tracks as she looks at her sister in confusion. Ranma does the same,
simply lifting a single eyebrow questioningly.

“Huh?”

A sly smirk spreads across Kasumi’s face.

“What’s in it for Ranma? He already runs the Tendo Dojo dear sister. And he’s been doing quite a
good job at it as well. So why should he accept your challenge? Why should he fight you, when he wins
nothing, but stands to lose everything?”

Sputtering, Akane looks between the married couple, unable to truly refute her sister’s words. Ranma
on the other hand, looks to be in agreement with his wife. Kasumi’s smirk grows into a wicked grin as
she shrugs her shoulders.

“it’s rather simple to fix this though, don’t you think? Loser doesn’t just have to eat crow if they lose.
Loser has to serve the winner without question, without refusal, and without complaint. Doesn’t that
sound better? If you win, Ranma will use all of his martial arts know-how and skill to continue rebuilding
the Tendo Dojo, with you at the head. If Ranma wins, you stop all of this incessant whining and get over
yourself.”

Akane is hurt. Legitimately hurt.

“Kasumi… FINE! That’s the deal then! Come on Ranma, we’re settling this once and for all right now!”

She spins and leaves their room behind, heading directly for the currently empty dojo. Ranma glances
over at Kasumi and his wife just grins unapologetically right back at him. Her hand slips down her front
and she licks her lips as she moves her fingers beneath her panties right then and there.

“Hurry back, darling~”

Ranma grins and does just that.

-x-X-x-

“I-it’s so b-big…”

Akane gasps as just the tip of Ranma’s cock pushes up inside of her. A deep, incandescent blush sits
on her face, even as she lays back on the married couple’s bed, her upper body in her big sister’s lap
and her naked tits in Kasumi’s hands. She’d lost. She’d lost BADLY. And finally, Akane had
understood. Finally, she’d realized that Ranma wasn’t just better than her, he was one of the best
martial artists she’d probably ever have the privilege of meeting.

Unfortunately, she’d had that epiphany and subsequent attitude adjustment right after losing a bet that
put her in Ranma’s service. What had followed had been something of a blur, but here she was, getting
molested by her sister while her sister’s husband slowly pushed his massive member up against her
virgin pussy lips. She was wet… unbelievably so… and she was beginning to realize just how badly she
wanted this.

“It’s not even inside yet Akane. Be a big girl now and take your punishment~”

Despite Kasumi’s teasing tone and use of the word punishment, neither she nor Ranma had been
particularly mean-spirited or cruel about any of this. After the match had ended, Ranma had told her to
follow him back to his bedroom, and since she’d lost, she couldn’t say no even though she’d gotten a
bad feeling right then and there.
Once they’d gotten back, they’d found Kasumi full on masturbating on the bed, but the eldest Tendo
daughter had simply explained to Akane what she’d truly agreed to. She was to serve Ranma without
question, without refusal, and without complaint… and that extended outside of the Tendo Dojo. In all
fairness, Ranma had yet to give her any sort of order. But that was where the kissing had started, and
then the kissing had led to touching, and now here they were.

Ranma abruptly thrusts forward, and Akane’s eyes go wide, her jaw dropping open as she experiences
the first bit of pain since they’d begun. Tears prick at the corner of her eyes from the discomfort of
Ranma taking her virginity, but Kasumi was right, it doesn’t hurt as much as she’d feared, not with all of
the foreplay they’d engaged in.

For a moment, the well-built, well-hung young man leaning over her pauses, and just holds himself
steady inside of her pussy, even as he leans forward over her head and kissing his wife. This… is this
what Ranma and Kasumi do all the time? Akane still can’t believe it. How can Kasumi take this… t-this
thing inside of her all the time? Akane stares down at where her and Ranma’s bodies are joined. His
cock is stretching her out already, and it’s only the first couple of inches.

“Are you ready for more?”

Akane looks up to find Ranma staring down at her with a kind, caring expression on his face. Blushing
all the deeper, she nods shyly, and he smiles as he begins to move inside of her, taking it slow, pulsing
in and out of her with languid thrusts. Akane’s breath hitches, and the young woman finds herself
almost entranced by the sight of Ranma’s cock, sliding back and forth inside of her stretched, moist slit.

She’s not tearing like she feared. In fact, it’s honestly beginning to feel kind of good. Her sister is still
touching her, still molesting her… but honestly, Akane doesn’t mind as much as she probably should.
Kasumi is REALLY good with her hands, and by this point the youngest Tendo daughter’s nipples are
rock hard as she squirms in between the married couple, biting her lower lip. All the while.

Ranma fucks her. There’s no doubt that he’s fucking her. The pace eventually quickens once he
decides she’s doing alright, and before Akane knows it, she’s crying out in pleasure as an orgasm
wracks her body. That just causes her blush to deepen in embarrassment, but neither Kasumi nor
Ranma tease her for the sexual release. Instead, Ranma just keeps going, and her slick insides make
his passage all the easier as he fucks her some more.

Something awakens in Akane Tendo, in that moment. Sort of like the epiphany she’d had regarding
Ranma’s martial arts skill, the young woman realizes right then and there that sex… sex isn’t a bad
thing. And m-maybe if sex isn’t a bad thing… maybe perversion and all of that stuff… maybe it’s not so
bad either. A moan leaves Akane’s throat and she cums around Ranma’s cock again as he continues
to thrust in and out of her, until finally, after more climaxes than she can count, he pulls out and slips his
member inside Kasumi’s mouth, right over Akane’s shoulder.

The youngest Tendo daughter watches her older sister drink Ranma’s cum up close and personal, her
eyes wide… and when he pulls back out of Kasumi’s mouth and she realizes his dick is still hard, Akane
can do nothing but blush and shyly nod when Kasumi grins and asks her a simple question.
“Ready for Round Two?”
 17 - Self-cest Redux

It was very rare that a woman like Kasumi Tendo was nervous. But then, it was very rare that anyone
attempted to do what she was about to. In the end though, the eldest Tendo daughter was going to go
through with her half-baked, crazy little scheme. It was just her and Ranma for the evening… but that
would change swiftly enough. Mixing in the powder with the tea, Kasumi turns from their tea set and
takes the hot cup of liquid to where Ranma is lounging on the bed, a smile on her face.

“I thought we could bring Ranko out to play for the evening. If you don’t mind.”

Ranma chuckles as she holds out the cup of tea to him, but he wastes no time in taking it from her,
nodding amicably before drinking it down.

“You know I don’t, darling. I haven’t the last few times, now have I?”

Kasumi smiles calmly, all while hiding her true feelings. That was indeed the case. Ranma and her had
played with Ranko more than once since that first go, and Kasumi had gotten a good feel for her wife
and husband by this point. She didn’t love either one more or less than the other. They were two sides
of the same coin, and while they were certainly different people by now, they both came from the same
person that Kasumi had fallen in love with.

Even still… as Ranma grunts and Ranko begins to form, the eldest Tendo girl turns back to her tea set.
She licks her lips as she pulls a small vial from her dress. The next cup of tea gets the contents of that
vial, and by the time she’s turning back around, Ranko is there, blushing and naked, for Kasumi to
present it to. The red head blinks at the cup of tea, but she’s too used to following what either Kasumi or
Ranma say without question at this point.

She happily takes the tea from Kasumi’s grasp and sips at it, her eyes going bright at just how sweet it
is. Kasumi watches with a smile all the while, and then she takes the empty cup when Ranko is done. As
she sets it down off to the side, Ranma grabs hold of their little crimson-haired plaything. By this point,
Ranko is only a step or two above Shampoo in the pecking order. The other woman is more pet than
anything else, but Ranko is their submissive little slut, happy to do anything and everything that Kasumi
and Ranma suggest… or order her to do.

“So then, sweetheart. How shall we play with dear Ranko tonight?”

Ranma’s words ghost past Ranko’s ear as the red head blushes, squirming and mewling with need in
the handsome man’s grasp. He kneads and gropes her tits as she pants, while Kasumi just smiles,
before carefully stripping herself naked as well.

“Perhaps something a little new and a little old. Some… casual fun, for the evening.”

Both Ranma and Ranko watch as Kasumi approaches the bed. When she draws Ranko from Ranma’s
grasp, neither of them resists. Ranko watches with curious, trusting eyes, allowing Kasumi to arrange
her in such a way that her head is hanging back off of the bed, the rest of her body sprawled out across
the mattress. Grinning wickedly, Kasumi points at the red head’s waiting mouth.

“You go here. I’ll go there.”

Ranma gets an idea of what Kasumi wants to do. A rather vanilla tag team of their sweet little sub
compared to what they sometimes got up to with her, but it sounded like fun nonetheless. Hopping off
the bed, Ranma moves into position in front of Ranko’s face. The partially upside down red head finds
herself with a face full of balls in no time, and she moans wantonly as Ranma rubs them back and forth
across her chin, lips, and nose.

Meanwhile, Kasumi crawls onto the bed and spreads Ranko’s legs apart. Settling down between them,
the eldest Tendo girl goes prone as she buries her face in the submissive’s cunt, beginning the process
of eating Ranko out, and only adding to the red head’s mewling and moaning. That mewling and
moaning continues right up until the point where Ranma pulls back and fits his cockhead into Ranko’s
mouth. With her long red ponytail wrapped around a fist, Ranma pulls the crimson-haired girl forward a
little bit, even as he thrusts deep into her throat.

Ranko’s eyes go wide as Ranma’s entire cock goes straight through her mouth and into her
esophagus. With the way she currently is, it’s the easiest passage into a face hole that Ranma has ever
had. Kasumi has positioned their little slut so that Ranko’s lips and neck are in a straight line. No bend,
no nothing. Just the red head’s pretty little neck bulging outward right in front of Ranma’s eyes as she
tries to take his cock into her throat without gagging or choking.

She fails, of course.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Ranma groans at the tight spasming of their subby little slut’s throat, even as he pounds away. Kasumi
watches with hooded eyes from betwixt Ranko’s thighs, her tongue deep inside of the girl’s dripping
wet cunt as she stares up the slope of her body at where Ranma’s dick is pushing into the red head’s
gullet. As usual, it’s exceptionally hot, watching her husband and the love of her life fuck their darling
little wifey like that.

Ranko is certainly enjoying herself, if the sopping wet state of her cunt is anything to go off of. Her body
shakes and spasms, and the red head actually cums on Kasumi’s tongue as Ranma does his best to
throat-fuck her into oblivion. Her pussy juices spray out onto the eldest Tendo daughter’s face, and
Kasumi laps them up like a pro, drinking them down and then getting back to work. In that moment,
Ranko is nothing more than a toy for Ranma… but for Kasumi, she’s much, much more.

As tears fall from Ranko’s eyes and drool travels upside down along her face, making an utter ruin of it,
Kasumi focuses every last ounce of her energy on preparing the red head for what’s to come. Ranko
climaxes thrice more on Kasumi’s tongue, before finally the vibrations made by her stifled moans and
the feeling of her tight throat around Ranma’s dick push him over the edge.

With a shout and a groan, Ranma begins to cum, his seed pumping into Ranko’s mouth and down the
girl’s throat. She’s not in any way prepared for it of course, but that doesn’t stop the red head from
trying her best to swallow every last drop. She does a fairly admirable job in the end as well, and Kasumi
watches her throat as Ranko swallows and swallows and swallows some more. Eventually though, the
load of seed overwhelms her, and more than a bit ends up exploding out of the red head’s mouth and
nose as she chokes on it.

Ranma pulls out of her then, his cock a mess but still entirely erect. Grinning, Kasumi finally disengages
from their submissive slut’s cunt as well, leaving quite the dripping wet pussy behind as she pushes her
arms together, instinctively framing her breasts and drawing Ranma’s attention.

“Mm, shall we switch, lover boy? I want to see you give this tight little cunt a railing it won’t ever
forget~”

Ranma lifts both eyebrows at Kasumi’s aggressive phrasing. But he can’t deny that it turns him on
immensely to hear her talk like that. Grinning, the dark-haired young man climbs onto the bed, giving his
wife a deep, passion-filled kiss as they pass each other.

“Heh, how can I possibly say no to that?”

As Ranma settles himself between Ranko’s legs, Kasumi climbs off the bed and falls to her knees,
enjoying the look of pure unadulterated rapture and bliss on the red head’s face. She brushes her
fingers through Ranko’s hair, taking hold of the girl’s ponytail just as Ranma thrusts his thick, messy
cock deep into his female counterpart’s cunt.

Ranko comes back to life so to speak, right then and there, her eyes snapping open and her jaw
stretching wide in a silent scream that ends up more like a gurgle. Kasumi takes that moment to lean in
and give the darling girl a deep kiss of her own, before she then goes about licking their submissive
slut’s face clean of all of Ranma’s seed. She slurps and licks and laps up Ranma’s leavings, and
Ranko becomes more and more responsive, the more she gets that big, fat cock deep inside of her
needy little pussy.

When they’re practically just making out, rather than Kasumi having anything else left to clean off of
Ranko’s face, the woman finally pulls back, leaving Ranko to mewl pathetically, though its somewhat
hard for the red head to do so when half the time she’s moaning and crying out in pure bliss.
Regardless, Kasumi gives a nod to Ranma, and her husband takes the hint, pulling Ranko back onto the
bed a bit more.

With her head now supported by the mattress instead of hanging off the side, Ranko is more perfectly
situated for Kasumi to climb on board and sit on the red head’s face. That’s exactly what she does, of
course. Her pussy lips fall over Ranko’s face, and she moans as the submissive’s tongue lances out to
run along Kasumi’s wet cunt.

That becomes Ranko’s entire existence for a good while. Taking Ranma’s cock into her stretched,
clenching pussy, and eating out Kasumi’s tasty slit as the eldest Tendo girl undulates back and forth
across her mouth. Not that the red head minds one bit. She attacks the task at hand with gusto, giving
Kasumi the same enthusiastic effort that she had just been giving her. At the same time, Ranko can’t
help but climax from Ranma’s thick, throbbing prick time and time again, her moans sending vibrations
up into Kasumi’s pussy that in turn set off the other woman, causing her to orgasm all over Ranko’s
face.

Seeing Ranma watching her as she goes through multiple stages of orgasmic bliss time and time again,
Kasumi grins at her husband and leans forward, dragging the young man into a deep, passionate kiss.
They make out atop Ranko’s body like that for what feels like an eternity, until finally Ranma cums deep
inside of the red head’s womb, filling Ranko up with a massive amount of whit, hot seed.

It’s not enough though. Not enough for Kasumi’s plans. When he pulls out of Ranko, Kasumi is there to
suck his cock off, but as soon as he gets hard again, the eldest Tendo girl finds a way to get him back
inside their submissive red head. The next several hours are filled with fairly vanilla debauchery, as
Kasumi focuses every ounce of her attention on depositing Ranma’s cum inside of Ranko’s womb.

By the time even Ranma is exhausted, the red head is looking a little bloated… and pregnant already, if
Kasumi could say that. There’s a wide grin on the Tendo woman’s face as they all end up laying back
and relaxing on the messy, messed-up bed. With Ranko between them, Ranma and Kasumi lounge in
the cuddles, doing the same aftercare for their pliant, submissive slut as they always do.

Ranko in turn relaxes into their embrace, smiling and letting her eyes drift shut as she waits for the
powder to wear off. She falls asleep like that, having long since discovered that its easier on her to just
slip away back into Ranma’s mind while unconscious, than conscious. Plus, she’s exhausted to begin
with. Ranma and Kasumi doze lightly as well, but Ranma always was a light sleeper… and Kasumi has a
very good reason for not wanting to fall asleep quite yet.

It’s a few hours before it happens. Ranma’s eyes snap open and he sits up in bed, jostling both Ranko
and Kasumi, and waking up the red head from her slumber as she blinks blearily in confusion. The
young man stares down at his female counterpart with wide eyes, and then looks at Kasumi.

“Kasumi… what did you do?”

Biting her lower lip and smiling just a bit, Kasumi places her hand atop Ranko’s abdomen, right over the
other woman’s womb.

“I think it’d be more accurate to say it’s something you did, darling.”

Ranko looks between the two of them with wide eyes, much more awake now as she realizes that she’s
still in the real world, instead of taking the back seat in Ranma’s head. Then, the red head puts two and
two together and gets what Kasumi is insinuating as well. Ranma gets it a second later, and his jaw
drops open in amazement as he stares down at Ranko’s womb.

“You mean…”

Kasumi giggles and swirls her hand over their crimson-haired submissive’s belly.

“Yep~ Ranko is a real girl now. She has to be… to carry the child you just put in her.”

“A-Ah?!”
And just like that, Ranko is down for the count as she faints from that bit of information. Ranma isn’t
doing much better, though he’s not going to faint, even if he is doing a pretty good impression of a
goldfish, his mouth opening and closing as he fails to find the words. Finally though, he figures out what
he wants to say, looking a mixture between excited, proud, and a little sad. To explain that last bit, he
looks to Kasumi and shrugs his shoulders, smiling ruefully.

“I… sort of wanted my firstborn to come from you, Kasumi.”

The eldest Tendo daughter blinks and then giggles.

“Oh Ranma… did you think I’d put this little plan of mine into action before confirming my own
pregnancy?”

And just like that, the martial artist is once again gob smacked. His eyes go down to Kasumi’s belly, to
her womb, and unable to find the words, he just points soundlessly at her. Kasumi giggles again and
nods her head up and down. The biggest grin she’s ever seen on Ranma’s face spreads from ear to
ear as the man beams at her, and Kasumi beams right back.

Neither of them has ever been happier.

 18 - Contentment (The End)

Ranma was… happy. There was no other word for it. Well, no… there were other words he could use, to
be fair. Ecstatic, blissful, euphoric. He could wax on and on about just how deliriously happy he was,
using all sorts of flowery language and what not. But that just wasn’t him. That wasn’t who Ranma
Saotome was.

In the end, something as simple as “Ranma was happy” worked better for him then anything else.
Better still, it worked for him as an unspoken thought in his head. On the outside, all Ranma had to show
for his overwhelming happiness was a smile, as he looked at the beautiful women all around them. It
was just him and his lovely ladies tonight. Not ALL of the lovely ladies that Ranma had gotten to know
since arriving at the Tendo Home. Just the special ones.

The four women on the bed with him are all pregnant. Noticeably so. Ranma still can’t believe it himself,
if he’s being honest. Kasumi’s little gambit with Ranko had been well thought out, and now the
crimson-haired girl’s belly was beginning to show. Kasumi herself had also developed a baby bump in
the intervening months since that day when she’d revealed her gamble to Ranma.

Then, there were the other two. Shampoo… well, that had been more of an inevitably than anything else.
Ranma had never bothered with protection, and the purple-haired Chinese Amazon certainly hadn’t
been on a pill or any sort of contraceptive. Their little pet had inevitably ended up missing her period,
and within a week they’d confirmed it. She was pregnant.

The fourth girl had been more of a surprise though. More a chance of happenstance and luck than
anything else. Ukyo was… well, she wasn’t who he was expecting to get pregnant with his fourth child,
but in the end, he certainly didn’t MIND it. The okonomiyaki chef was growing fuller around her waistline
by the day, just as the other three women were, and if she minded Ranma or Kasumi’s eccentrics she
certainly didn’t show it.

Ranma was self-aware enough to acknowledge how odd his life had come. Marrying Kasumi had been
the best thing that had ever happened to the young martial artist, and as far as Ranma was concerned,
their bed play didn’t make them or their lives odd, necessarily… but they’d certainly taken it a little
farther than most of society would have ever expected… or accepted.

Luckily, society didn’t know what they were up to. They weren’t aware that Ranma had a female twin
he’d impregnated with his seed. They weren’t aware that the young man was routinely fucking both of
his wife’s younger sisters. Hell, Ranma half-expected Akane and Nabiki to be next to get pregnant off
his seed. The pair lived in the same house after all, and neither was shy about having their not-so-alone
time with Ranma these days, after the sexual awakening both young women had gone through.

Regardless, in the end, Ranma was just plain happy. Watching the pregnant women at play before him,
was there any other way for him to be? Kasumi and Ukyo were easily controlling and enjoying Ranko
and Shampoo. And in return, Ranko and Shampoo were most certainly enjoying being controlled, being
enjoyed.
Needless to say, it was hot watching Kasumi ride Ranko’s face, and it was equally hot watching Ukyo
spank Shampoo’s behind red with a spatula of all things. At this point, Ranma could have happily
enjoyed stepping in to join either duo… but the foursome had made it clear that he was to simply sit back
and enjoy the show.

Unfortunately, he was beginning to enjoy the show a bit too much. His cock standing up straight at full
mast and his balls churning with need, Ranma swallowed thickly to try and push back his desire to go
over to his beautiful, pregnant lovers and just take them then and there. The next time Kasumi looks up
to smile at him as she undulates across Ranko’s face, she sees the look in his eye and pauses, before
grinning wickedly.

“Ranma~ Is someone getting backed up?”

There was no point in trying to hide it. But he also wasn’t going to dignify that stupid question with a
response, even if it did come from his brilliant, beautiful wife. Instead, Ranma simply lifts an eyebrow,
and Kasumi giggles as she reaches back and grabs Ranko by her long red ponytail. Crawling off of the
submissive, crimson-haired girl, Kasumi pulls Ranko along as well, until eventually they’re both kneeling
before Ranma’s massive meat rod.

Turning, Ranma’s beloved wife gives Ranko a deep, passionate kiss. Then, she positions herself
properly, backing up until her fat, plump badonkadonk hits Ranma’s waiting prick. Ranma lifts a brow,
wondering just what Kasumi is up to, even as she gives him an impish grin. Then, the minx shows just
what she has planned, as she lifts herself up and spreads her ass cheeks wide. A moment later, his
cockhead is sliding into her lubed, loosened asshole, and Ranma groans as Kasumi impales herself on
his dick.

Inch after inch of his cock fills his wife’s back door, causing Kasumi to moan wantonly, even as her back
arches, her tits jutting out and her pregnant belly shaking and jiggling a bit from the shivers going up and
down her spine. Instinctively, Ranma finds his hands on Kasumi’s hips. He grips her sides gently, even
as her butt cheeks finally touch his crotch, every last bit of his member now buried inside of her.

Moaning loudly, Kasumi reaches up and squeezes at her own breasts, enjoying the way the milk-laden
mammaries squish and slosh in her grasp. Tilting her head back, the wanton pervert lets out a cry as her
beloved husband makes a small thrust upward with his impossibly strong hips, his cock jolting deep
inside of her ass and filling her with pleasure.

Letting herself fall back into Ranma’s embrace, Kasumi spreads her legs wide. Taking this for the
invitation it is, a waiting Ranko moves in and leans forward on her hands and knees, getting back to
work on Kasumi’s waiting, wet pussy lips as Ranma really begins to give it to his dear wife, thrusting up
into her with greater and greater force… but never too much. Despite his strength, despite his love for
fighting and violence, Ranma was quite the gentle lover when he needed to be. And when it came to his
unborn children, when it came to the babies that would soon be joining them out in the world, Ranma
knew he needed to be very gentle indeed.

Slow, deep thrusts were the name of the game. Again and again, Ranma lifted Kasumi up off his cock,
only to bring her back down as he drove up into her back door. Again and again, Kasumi’s moans filled
the room as she shook and spasmed across his member. Of course, Ranko was having her own effect
on the eldest Tendo daughter. The submissive red head’s tongue was making fast work of Kasumi’s
dripping wet pussy lips, and in no time at all, Kasumi was cumming all over Ranko’s face.

Meanwhile, Shampoo and Ukyo had transitioned from their little spank-fest to something more
appropriate. Specifically, Ukyo had seen what Ranma was doing to Kasumi, and promptly decided she
was going to want some of that eventually. As such, she’d put away her spatula, pushed Shampoo onto
her back, and lowered her fat ass over the Chinese Amazon’s face.

Shampoo was now happily eating out Ukyo’s back door, her tongue ringing around the okonomiyaki
chef’s sphincter. Ukyo was surprised at just how much she was enjoying the anal rimming if she was
honest with herself. It felt good… better than good, it felt great. Groaning, the chef makes sure to grab
and play with Shampoo’s massive tits, even as she grinds her heart-shaped behind down on the sex
slave’s face.

At the same time, Ukyo kept an eye on Kasumi and Ranma. Watching the duo go at it, waiting for her
own turn to arrive. In the end, she didn’t have to wait long. Kasumi cried out in release multiple times,
but eventually Ranma finally let out one of his tell-tale grunts, and from the way Kasumi’s eyes rolled up
in her head and her tongue hung out of her mouth, Ukyo could tell that the other woman was
experiencing a nice filling of seed, right up her butt.

After all is said and done, and Kasumi begins to pull herself off of Ranma, Ukyo finally makes her move.
Ranko has sat back by this point, kneeling there as if she expects it to be her turn next. Amusing, but
Ukyo was perfectly happy to disabuse the crimson-haired submissive of that particular notion. Crawling
forward, the pregnant chef places a hand on Ranko’s shoulder. Blinking in surprise, Ranko turns to face
her, only to get a deep, tongue-filled kiss in response. For a moment, Ranko’s eyes go wide. Then, she
relaxes, melts even into Ukyo’s embrace as the okonomiyaki chef dominates their little make out
session.

Ranko ends up completely distracted, but Ukyo does not. In fact, the young woman is always keeping an
eye on what’s going on right before them, and once Kasumi is fully off of Ranma’s dick, and Ranma’s
dick is once more fully hard at the sight of two more of his pregnant lovers making out, Ukyo makes her
move. She disengages from Ranko before the red head can even figure out what’s happening, and she
slips past her to reach out and grab Ranma’s dick quite suddenly.

Behind her, Ranko blinks in honest, dazed confusion, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish for a
few moments before she flushes with embarrassment at being so easily bamboozled. Ukyo pays her no
mind though. The young woman is already leaning over Ranma’s crotch, taking his messy cock deep
into her mouth.

Slurping and sucking at his dick for several long moments, the okonomiyaki chef makes damn sure that
Ranma is good and ready for her. As a chef, Ukyo knows full well that one must properly prepare one’s
meal before ‘consuming’ it. Only once she’s properly ‘prepared’ Ranma does she slide up his body,
moving her mouth from his dick to his musclebound chest as she kisses and licks at his pecs.

At the same time, Ukyo reaches down between them and grabs hold of Ranma’s shaft. She guides his
cockhead right up between her thighs, rubbing him against her sopping wet pussy lips for a moment.
Then, once she’s gotten him nice and lubed up, she slides him back along her undercarriage, until
eventually, she feels the pressure of his massive shaft against her saliva-covered sphincter.

With a groan, Ukyo sinks down on Ranma’s dick in the same way Kasumi did, though unlike Kasumi,
she faces her lover while doing it. Once she’s got him halfway inside of her, the okonomiyaki chef
straightens up, a wide, lustful grin on her face as she plants her hands palm down on Ranma’s chest
and begins to bounce.

Literally, as the case was. With her pregnant belly jiggling and bouncing against Ranma’s navel, Ukyo
moans wantonly, having the time of her life as she fills herself with pleasure in the same way Ranma has
already filled her with pleasure. In response, the young man in question reaches out and grabs hold of
Ukyo’s tits with both hands. He kneads and squeezes them, and Ukyo can’t help but cry out when each
begin to lactate. It’s not much yet, she’s not that far along, but a very thin trickle of breast milk falls from
each of her melons as she rides Ranma’s cock with her ass.

It’s pleasurable… more than pleasurable, its bliss incarnate. Ukyo has never felt such euphoria before.
But she’s finally with the man she loves, and though he’s already married to a woman that she honestly
feels inadequate besides, Ukyo knows that Ranma still loves her just as much. It’s a strange sort of
relationship she’s found herself in. She’s not sure she’d call it a harem unless it’s possible for a
married couple to HAVE a harem.

Because, at the end of the day, Kasumi wasn’t Ranma’s head woman or something silly like that. She
was his wife, and he was her husband. If anything, they were all part of Kasumi’s harem, and Ranma
was just her enforcer with a dick that she liked to use to play around with other girls. Heh, a silly thought
to be sure. Really, it didn’t matter what was what in the end. Ukyo didn’t need to find labels for this.
She didn’t need to put it in some sort of category that made sense.

All she truly needed was Ranma’s dick inside of her, as she was getting now. Crying out again, Ukyo
tilts her head back as she experiences another explosive orgasm. This one proves to be the last
because a moment later, Ranma is cumming inside of her as well, filling her back door with a copious
amount of his seed.

The pregnant woman is eventually pulled off of Ranma’s dick and laid out next to Kasumi as the eldest
Tendo daughter lounges casually on the large bed. Ranma, meanwhile, finally rises from where he’d
been told to sit and wait. Neither Kasumi nor Ukyo make a noise in protest to this though, not after their
already thorough dicking. And Ranko and Shampoo certainly aren’t going to say a word… its not in their
nature to question the young man moving towards them with a predatory glint in his eye.

-x-X-x-

Ranma grins viciously, even as he thrusts forward into Shampoo, while at the same time fingering
Ranko. The pair of women, one a submissive and the other a loyal pet, are on their hands and knees
facing away from him, offering up their bodies to him, even as their pregnant bellies sway and jiggle
along with their tits beneath them.

He’s well aware of Kasumi and Ukyo behind him of course, even as the thoroughly fucked pregnant
women watch him make use of the other two. They’re touching themselves, they’re touching each
 other, hell, they’re even kissing partially. But the kissing is diminished ever so slightly by the fact that
neither woman is able to take their eyes off of him.

Chuckling darkly to himself, Ranma spanks Shampoo’s ass with his free hand, knowing how much the
purple-haired girl will like it. He certainly likes it, that’s for sure. This… this right here is contentment. This
right here is satisfaction. Ranma doesn’t think it’ll last forever, of course. He’s not the kind of man to
be content with… contentment.

But for now, in this moment and in this time, Ranma knew he was where he was meant to be. He was
going to be a father soon, and honestly, the young martial artist could hardly wait. There might have
been a time where he wondered if he was father material. There might have been a time where he
feared messing up his son in the same way his father had screwed the pooch with him.

That time was in the past. Kasumi had changed that, just like she’d changed so much in his life since
entering it. Ranma was no longer afraid to be a father. He was not afraid of the children that he would
soon get to hold in his arms, that he would soon get to rock to sleep each night with soft songs. Ranma
was… ready for parenthood. He was ready to hold his babies in his arms, be their girls or boys.

All in all, Ranma couldn’t wait for the next great adventure. Raising his children alongside his wife and
lovers… what more could a man ask for, in the end?

Ranma… was happy.

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