Chapter 9 - Better Than You

AN: I don't abandon stories, but I do have a terrible update schedule.  Apologies to those who were waiting for this one to come out.  This chapter was such a struggle to write for whatever reason and my feelings on it are mixed.  I think it has some decent scenes in it, but I'm more eager for the scenes afterward and which I couldn't fit in this chapter.  I don't know whether or not my next update will be for my Mass Effect story, this story or something else, but hopefully I don't leave you ladies and gentlemen hanging for so long again.

This will also be posted to my QQ version where I have different stories that aren't found on the Foundry either.  Check it out here if you're interested!


Chapter 8 – Better Than You

Despite the silent treatment he was receiving, Kenta was feeling fairly chuffed over how things had gone.  The kiss was one thing and something he thought Ranma had gone along with in the heat of the moment.  He definitely hadn't expected Ranma to actually give him a blowjob, nor was he expecting the level of...talent that she displayed in deepthroating him.  The sweet sensation of being fully buried in her tight throat was causing Kenta's cock to stir and he was tempted to get Ranma to suck him off once more.

'She might even be willing too.' he thought wryly despite the fact that the redhead in question was doing her best to thoroughly rinse out her mouth.  

Fssshhh...

Once more, a now fully-clothed Ranma, opened the tap and gargled the water that flowed out before spitting it out.  Kenta found it more cute than offensive that this was her reaction to swallowing his cum, especially since she kept turning into a scowling and blushing mess whenever their eyes met in the bathroom mirror.  It was a better reaction than what he thought he would get and a good indication of how things might progress in the future.  

After all, even if he was done with Ranma for today, Kenta still had two whole weeks for her to give in.  She wouldn't have to keep putting up this front anymore and having to reconcile the differences between her two forms.  Just like Yuka and the other girls, Kenta would make sure that Ranma would be the very best version of herself that she could possibly be.

T̵͓̊ĥ̵̲a̴̕ͅt̵̨͑ ̴̙͗ẁ̴̻ą̵̊s̵͇̆ ̷͚͝h̶͍͊i̸̞̔s̵̢̈ ̶̢͝d̷̪̽ù̴͍ţ̴̑y̸̲͌ ̴̼͠a̵̞̿s̷̺͆ ̷̙̽b̵̼̏ö̴̲́t̴͇̍h̵̙̊ ̶̏͜a̶̡̅ ̵̘͆ṃ̶̉a̴̘̐ń̶͜ ̷̘͂ã̶̬n̸̬͠d̸̬̑ ̶̤͝f̶̟̄ȧ̷͚t̸̗͂ĥ̴ͅe̶̠͗r̴̰̓,̵̡̇ ̸̥͘a̵̯͐f̷̰͒t̵̬͂e̵̼̾r̷̥̓ ̵̖̈́ą̴͆l̴̰̅l̷̬̈́.̶̠̌

Fsss~hh...Drip...Drip...Drip...

Ranma straightened up out of her hunched position and closed the tap, shaking off the excess water from her fingertips.  It was only when Ranma began to bunch up her hair to presumably retie it into that unflattering pigtail that Kenta broke his silence.  

“You know, you look a lot better with your hair like this.” Ranma glanced over at him with a frown, tinged with something else in her expression when he didn't move closer to her.  Still, Ranma looked back towards her reflection when Kenta gestured towards it with a more unsure look on her face now.    

“I guess...But it's not really...my style.” she admitted with a nod.  

“I disagree.  I think you look beautiful like this.” asserted Kenta firmly.  A smile tugged at his lips when Ranma's reflection afforded him a lovely view of the redhead blushing hard coupled with a small smile of her own.  

“Thanks, I know.” she said smugly, surprising Kenta as he thought Ranma would be much more reserved about acknowledging her own beauty.  When he said as much, Ranma laughed and Kenta saw her tension draining away at the action.  

“I've always known that I looked good like this and...Yuka said it's not wrong to like how I look...” confessed Ranma quietly with a tender smile.  

“She's a smart girl, my Yuka.” chuckled Kenta softly, feeling particularly proud of his daughter at that moment.    

“Yeah...she really is...” agreed Ranma.  Kenta watched as her eyes regained their focus in the mirror and she brushed a thumb over her crimson locks.  “...Is this an order?” she asked, not needing to voice the obvious question.  

Kenta hesitated as all things considered, he certainly did find Ranma's current hairstyle much more enticing.  Out of the things he had ordered Ranma to do so far, Kenta had a good feeling that if he did make it an order, Ranma wouldn't be too hung-up about it.  It was already very surprising (and encouraging) to Kenta that she wasn't being hostile after having sucked him off.  

'Even so...'  

“...No.  It's not.” he said finally, smiling slightly at her look of surprise.  

Ranma's eyes narrowed and searched his face for deceit only to look slightly lost when she found none.  Ranma looked away and back at her reflection, chewing her lower lip and rubbing her hair between her thumb and index fingers.  She came to a decision and her fingers dexterously re-wove her hair back into its signature pigtail.  Ranma spun around and looked at Kenta again, searching for...perhaps a rebuke or some form of anger from him.  

Kenta only offered her a rueful smile.

Ranma's brow scrunched up once more in confusion before brushing past him and moving towards the door.  Kenta looked back at the counter and cleared his throat to catch her attention.  She stopped and looked at him warily before dropping her guard when she saw him hefting the bag with her purchased lingerie.  

“Forgetting something?” he asked with a laugh.

Kenta passed it to the still befuddled, blushing girl and held open the bathroom door for her, gesturing for Ranma to go ahead first.  He was expecting more silence from her and was pleasantly surprised at her muttered words while walking by him:

“...Thank you...”

Kenta felt his eyes light up as he grinned and responded to his girl, “You're welcome, Ranma-chan.”

He chuckled as Ranma's blush deepened and she refused to say anything more as they walked out of the park together.  Through the journey back to Ranma's home, she maintained a slight distance from Kenta, likely to prevent him from wrapping his arm around her tight body again.  Amusingly enough, Ranma kept on worrying over her appearance and checking her hair with a compact mirror she carried in her pocket, not seeming to notice that her actions were drawing even more attention to her beauty than it would otherwise.  While her strength may be gone, Ranma's instincts appeared to be fairly sharp still as she became aware of the looks she was getting from various salarymen.  

Still, even if the staring was getting Ranma to unconsciously draw closer to him, the tension she was showcasing on her face was rather vexing.  Thus, instead of taking advantage of their proximity to draw Ranma into his bulk by wrapping his hand around her waist once again, Kenta took to coldly glaring at those men who were openly leering and making Ranma uncomfortable.  

“W-What...?” One of the closer men whose eyes were fixated on Ranma's chest, started shivering when Kenta directed his glare on him.  He froze like a rabbit with sweat visibly pouring off of his brow when he met Kenta's gaze.  A silent message was clearly conveyed as he narrowed his eyes:

-Don't stare at MY girl.-

With eyes wide as saucers, the salaryman swallowed nervously and abruptly turned around to look anywhere and everywhere but Ranma and Kenta.  The same scene repeated itself and soon enough, the various onlookers they walked by were cowed by Kenta into keeping their appreciation to themselves.  Grunting to himself in satisfaction, Kenta looked back at Ranma only to find the girl closer to him than before and staring at him with an almost...appreciative look.  

“Eep!” Ranma squeaked when their eyes met and she quickly turned her gaze forwards...but not moving any further than him.    

Chuckling at how cute she was acting, it only felt natural to Kenta to wrap his hand around Ranma's waist.  Kenta had expected Ranma to react to his action and he was pleasantly surprised when instead of stiffening up, she relaxed into his side, shyly burying her head from further view.  

“...Thank you, Daddy...” Three simple words were whispered ever so quietly but which sent a surge of happiness through Kenta's chest.

[̷A̴c̵q̸u̵i̴r̷-̸

“...Anything for my girls...” rumbled Kenta softly, smiling when he felt Ranma nuzzle into his stomach a bit more and stamping down an errant thought to have his hands wander a little further.  

Soon their surroundings became more residential and as it was already dark out, not many people were still out and about.  The various homes they passed by were lit up and occasional silhouettes of their residents could be seen flitting around.  Crickets and various nocturnal fauna occasionally broke the silence with the odd vehicle here and there.  Soon the walls of the Tendo Compound came into sight with the entry gate closed for the night.  

Ranma didn't seem to notice that they were already at their destination, so Kenta gently gave her a squeeze and said, “Ranma...We're here.” 

The redhead flinched and looked wildly around her surroundings before relaxing when she saw that the gate was closed.  Ranma breathed a sigh of relief before her cheeks flushed and she quickly disentangled herself from Kenta's side.  

“Uh...Right.  This is me, then...” she said, waving a hand at the gate awkwardly.

“So it is.” replied Kenta with amusement.

Ranma scowled at him before looking away at the ground and scuffing it with her shoe.  “Yeah...Well...Yuka's probably missin' you, so ya' shouldn't keep her waitin' or worryin'...”

It was obvious that Ranma didn't know how to say goodbye to the man she had just sucked off and snuggled with and was simply trying to get Kenta to leave.  That being said, Ranma did bring up good points as he knew his little darling could be quite the worrier.  He was going to try and see if Ranma would kiss him goodbye, but perhaps it would be better to save that for another day.

“Ranma? Honey, is that you?” came a voice from behind the gate.

Kenta and Ranma both looked at the gate in surprise as it swung noiselessly open to reveal Ranma's sexy mother holding a broom in one hand.  Her perplexed expression quickly evaporated when she saw her daughter and quickly darted forward to seize her in a tight hug.

“There you are! I was wondering where you were, young lady!” she exclaimed with relief.  “A girl shouldn't be walking home alone at this time of night!”

“Aw, Mom.  I was fine...” protested Ranma as she returned her mother's embrace.  “...'Sides, s'not like I was alone, after all...” she added in a quieter tone.    

“Who are you...” Nodoka pulled back slightly from the hug and her eyes bulged when she finally seemed to notice Kenta.  

“Oh, Goodness! Kenta-sam-” Kenta gave her a meaningful look that Ranma wouldn't catch with her back to him and Nodoka swiftly changed her form of address, “-Kenta-san! I'm terribly sorry for ignoring you! That was incredibly rude of me!” 

Kenta dismissed her worries with a smile, “It's fine, Nodoka-san.  You were worried about your daughter and that's a good thing for any parent to do.”

She smiled warmly at him and gave an acquiescing nod to his words.  “...You're right of course, Kenta-san.  Still, I feel the need to...make up for the lack of my manners.”

Kenta contained a grin at the smoky look Nodoka was giving him and he felt his dick stirring in his pants.  Alas, at this stage in Ranma's development, she wasn't ready to participate in an oyakodon. 

“Perhaps another day, Nodoka-san.  It's already dark out and I don't want to keep Yuka-chan waiting.” said Kenta regretfully.

“Did you...not come here to discuss something about the repairs for the Dojo, Kenta-san?” asked Nodoka with muted disappointment.  

Kenta chuckled and gestured towards a shrinking Ranma, “I was actually just escorting your daughter back home.”

“Oh! How kind of you!” she praised as Ranma opened her mouth to presumably deny something about Kenta's words before shutting it when Nodoka turned her attention to Ranma.  

“I wouldn't have worried nearly as much about you if I knew Kenta-san was with you.” confessed Nodoka while stroking the top of Ranma's head, who seemed like she didn't know whether to be pleased or mortified at the affection her mother was giving her.

“...I said I wasn't alone...” reminded Ranma with a blush.  

“I suppose you did.” agreed Nodoka with a giggle.  “You did make sure to properly thank Kenta-san for escorting you home, right, dear?” she asked.

“Um...” Ranma's eyes swivelled over to Kenta and he gave her a placid, expectant smile.  Kenta could see annoyance flare in those baby-blue eyes of her, but Ranma was clearly unwilling to defy her mother over something so small.  “Thank you...Kenta-ojisan...”

Nodoka frowned at Ranma's lukewarm response and admonished her in a stern tone, “Young lady, that is not the kind of appreciation that I meant.” 

Ranma spun around to look at her mother and protested, “Wha-? But I thanked him like you told me to!”

“Yes, but Kenta here has done you a service.” explained Nodoka patiently, “It's common courtesy for a girl to thank a man with a kiss who has done something gentlemanly for her.”

Ranma's blush once more encapsulated the entirety of her face as she sputtered, “K-K-Kiss?!”

Nodoka simply chuckled at Ranma's outburst and, after gently disentangling herself from her daughter, walked over to Kenta who watched the scene with curious anticipation.  She smiled at him and said, “Thank you for looking after my daughter, Kenta-san.”

She then slightly stood up on her tiptoes and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, leaning onto his chest with one hand for support.  The grin on Nodoka's face was both coy and filled with mischief, though they quickly lost those elements when she turned back to face her speechless daughter.  

“Were you expecting another kind of kiss, Ranma?” she inquired with faint amusement.  

“N-No!” denied Ranma immediately, frantically waving her hands in front of her beet-red face.  

Nodoka giggled demurely with one hand placed in front of her mouth and another on Ranma's back, gently guiding her forwards to Kenta.  “Come now, Ranma.  This is nothing to be embarrassed about.  After all, you are a girl.”

Curiously, Nodoka's words seemed to cause Ranma's eyes to become briefly unfocused before sharpening once again.  “Yeah...” agreed Ranma slowly before adding, “...Right now, anyway...”

As she was standing behind her back, Kenta could see a frown marring Nodoka's lips at the addition, but she kept her peace.  “Right now, you are a girl, yes.” she said with only a slight huff, before encouraging Ranma to copy what she had just done, “Now, be a good girl and thank your man for walking you back home.”

Kenta had a hard time keeping a satisfied smirk from appearing as he watched Ranma slowly walk over to him while mouthing the words: "I'm a good girl." to herself.  She seemed to snap out of her daze when she bumped into his body and looked up at Kenta nervously and then back at her mother who gestured for her to continue.  Licking her lips once and then standing up on her tiptoes like her taller mother, Kenta was treated to the cute sight of a dismayed pout on Ranma's lips when she realized she was just a bit too short to kiss his cheek.  

Luckily, there was an easy solution for that.

“Eep! W-What are you-?!” squealed Ranma as Kenta hooked a palm under her huge ass and almost effortlessly lifted her up with one hand.  

'Huh...She's surprisingly light...' thought Kenta as Ranma quickly adjusted her balance on his arm, scowling at him with flushed cheeks.  

“I thought I'd make it easier for you if I did this.” explained Kenta blithely.

“...Ya' couldn't just kneel down a little?” grumbled Ranma.  

“I could have.” he chuckled when Ranma let out a groan at his cheeky answer.  Kenta then looked at her expectantly and laughed again when Ranma rolled her eyes before taking a breath to steady her nerves.  She leaned forward and quickly pecked Kenta's cheek, “Thank you, Da...Ojisan for walking me back home.”  

“You're very welcome, Ranma-chan.” he said sincerely and kissed her on the cheek before setting her down.

Ranma pouted at him and rubbed her cheek as if to wipe away the traces of his lips, but Kenta could see that she wasn't nearly as annoyed as she pretended to be.  Nodoka came over then and collected her daughter from him with a smile and a hopeful look in her eyes.  Kenta smiled and obliged the older woman and kissed her proffered cheek.  

Nodoka sighed with a content expression, “Well, I don't want to trouble you any further, Kenta-san, by keeping you here any longer.”

“Please, Nodoka-san, it was no trouble at all.” He objected politely.

“I'm sure it wasn't.” chuckled Nodoka, prompting Ranma to look confusedly at her mother.  “But if you do have a moment to spare, I think Nabiki-chan wanted to talk to you about the building repairs.” 

Kenta blinked at the seemingly genuine question and checked his watch, mentally comparing the time to when the next bus would be coming.  “I suppose I do have ten or so minutes to spare...”

Nodoka smiled and bowed towards him, lightly pushing on Ranma to do the same.  “Wonderful.  Then, I will wish you a good night, Kenta-san and go and fetch her for you.”

“...Good night...ojisan...” contributed Ranma, keeping her eyes fixated on the ground.  

“Good night, ladies.  I'm sure we'll see each other soon enough.”

~Unfit~

Ranma could feel ojisa-D̶a̷d̸d̶y̷'̷s̴ eyes on her retreating form as she and Mom walked back into the house.  For whatever reason, Ranma was tempted to look back over her shoulder and glance at Daddy.  However, with her Mom's arm hooked in her own, she would probably see Ranma doing so and might ask her questions that even she didn't know the answer to.  

'Bad enough that I had to...kiss...him in front of her and yeah, it wasn't THAT kind of kiss and o̸b̴v̵i̸o̷u̷s̸l̷y̸ that kind of thing is normal...but still...' Ranma shook her head to try and clear it of all of these jumbled thoughts and feelings.  'God...I just want this day to be over already...'

Fortunately, one of the things guaranteed to perk Ranma's spirits up could be smelled as soon as she stepped past the threshold.  She inhaled deeply at the tantalizing scents of well-cooked meat, fish and vegetables emanating from deeper within the household.  She heard Mom giggle and she turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

“We already ate dinner, but Kasumi-chan made sure to set aside a portion for you in the kitchen.  Make sure to thank her, okay?”

“Of course!” proclaimed Ranma eagerly.  

Before she could go charging off to enjoy a very much-needed meal, Mom grabbed her by the shoulders.  “Before that, we need to find Nabiki and send her out to Kenta-san.  Then you'll take that bag of yours to your room and show Mama what you bought before eating.”

“Someone say my name?” came a voice from down the hallway before Ranma could even muster up a grumble at not being able to eat immediately.  Padding down the hallway in a sleeveless shirt and short shorts was the girl they were supposed to be looking for.  Nabiki smiled politely at Nodoka and gave a shark-like grin towards Ranma – or more specifically, towards the bag she was holding.

“What'cha got there, Ranma-chan~?” she sang evilly.  

“N-Nothing!” 

“Now, Nabiki-chan, please try not to tease my little girl too much.” interrupted Mom, dragging the she-devil's attention away from her for the moment.  Ranma's eye twitched at the "little girl" comment, though.  

'I'm not THAT small!' is what Ranma wanted to protest, but was fearful of drawing Nabiki's scrutiny back on her once again.  

“Only for you, Nodoka-obachan.” replied Nabiki in a sickly-sweet tone that Ranma did not believe for one single second.  The amusement in Nabiki's eyes was evidence enough when they flickered back over to Ranma for a second before going back towards Mom.  “So, did you two need me for something?” she asked.

Mom pointed back towards the open door where Daddy could be seen waiting inside the compound and just by the gate.  He gave the three of them a wave and Ranma felt her heart flutter a little while dimly registering Nabiki gasping excitedly behind her.  

“I believe you wanted to speak with him about the repairs, Nabiki?” stated Mom as Nabiki quickly put on her shoes and hurried past them.

“Yes! Thanks, Auntie!” cried out Nabiki in a bewilderingly joyful voice as she raced towards Daddy.  

'...She must be making a killing off of him...' That was the only possible conclusion Ranma could reach at seeing Nabiki's jubilation.  She didn't have much of a chance to think about it further when Mom got her attention.

“Come on, Ranma.  Let's get your things put away.” she reminded her softly.  

“What? Oh.  Right.  Yeah, sure.” responded Ranma as she took off her shoes and made an immediate beeline for the stairs with her mother following closely behind, peppering Ranma with light conversation.

“So? How was your day, sweetie?” she asked.  

Ranma was glad that she was in front so that Mom couldn't see the grimace on her face.  “It was...uh...busy.” She nodded to herself, “Yeah, it was definitely a long day.”

“...Nothing too bad, I hope?” she asked worriedly with a hand on Ranma's shoulder.  

Ranma smiled at Mom as they entered her room and tried to inject enough confidence in her tone so as not to worry her.  “Nuthin' I can't handle, Mom.”

It seemed to allay the worry in Mom's face and smooth out her lips into a proud smile.  Mom stroked Ranma's cheek and praised, “That's my girl.”  

After saying that, Mom planted a loving kiss on her forehead and asked Ranma in an excited tone, “Now, show me what you bought!” 

Ranma chuckled at her mother's eagerness and upended the contents of her bag onto the futon without any further ceremony.  

“Oh, Ranma! You finally got some bras!” squealed Mom happily.  Her excitement dimmed a bit when she looked at the pack of male underwear, but ignored it in favour of picking up the various brassieres that Yuka had picked out for her.  “And surprisingly good choices too...”

Mom's thoughtful tone became sly and she teased, “So which of your friends picked these out?”

Normally a jab at Ranma's femininity would've been brushed off, but surprisingly Ranma felt a spark of irritation at being called out for her lack of style.  

“I still had the final say, Mom.  I didn't get everything that Yuka picked out.” huffed Ranma, though too much heat as she knew her mother was only teasing.  

“Oooh, Yuka-chan, is it? Kenta-san's daughter? I've heard such good things about her!” 

Ranma leaned back on her hands with a smile and said, “Yeah...Yuka's pretty great...”

“I'm also guessing she's the reason that these aren't all sports bras.” inserted Mom wryly while holding up a stylish azure push-up.  

“Hey! Those are comfier!” objected Ranma while neither confirming nor denying how much Yuka's efforts went into her selections. 

“So are soft-cups.” countered Mom, holding up a bralette for example and folding it to show the clear lack of any underwire support.  

“I...guess?” hedged Ranma as she still wasn't too clear on all of the types of bras.

“I see I still have more things to teach you about living as a woman!” exclaimed Mom happily.  “Though...I am a bit disappointed that I wasn't there when you bought your first bra...” she continued with a sigh.

Not liking her Mom feeling sad for any reason, Ranma offered awkwardly, “Well...We could always go shopping again? Maybe just the two of us this time?”

Mom perked up immediately with a sunny smile that was infectious enough to get Ranma to start smiling as well.  “I'd like that very much, Ranma.”

Relieved at having cheered up Mom, she brought up another point: “Though, I think I'm good on the clothes front for now.  Maybe this time we could get something for you?”  

Mom beamed at her and grew more excited at the prospect of them spending a day together again.  “Now that you have a proper wardrobe, we can both go out fully dressed and make a day of it!” Her mother hesitated for a moment about something and then forged on, “...Maybe even visit a salon?”

Ranma wanted to pull a face at the suggestion, but when she saw the hope in her mother's eyes...

“It's okay if you don't want to, though...” reassured Mom looking slightly downcast.

“Yeah, but you want to.” pointed out Ranma and kept going when her mother looked like she was going to protest, “Look, I've never been to a salon and I don't have a good view on 'em either...”

'Yuka sighed heavily.  “...Right up until I turned eleven and my mother had a stroke.  I was at a sleepover at Sayuri's and Papa was staying late working yet again, which meant my Mom was all alone at home when...”'

Ranma took her mother's hands in her own and looked her in the eyes.  “But even if I don't like the idea, I do want to spend time with you.  To try and make up for all the time we missed together.”

Ranma nearly panicked when she saw tears spill down her Mom's face before she noticed the tremulous smile.  

“Hurk!” Ranma gasped as her Mom seized her in an almost bone-cracking hug, sniffling wetly into her shoulder.

“...T-Thank you, Ranma...! I l-love you s-so muuuwwahhhhh!!!” wailed her mother.  

'At least one thing went right today...' thought Ranma consolingly as she weathered her mother's affections.  

After her Mom composed herself and fussed over Ranma a bit more, Ranma went and heartily devoured Kasumi's delicious cooking before taking a bath.  A sigh of pleasure left Ranma's lips as he sank into the hot water after a very long day and back in his birth gender.  The unbound black hair provided a tangible dissociation from what he had done in his girl form and helped alleviate the guilt and lingering arousal.

SPLOOSH!

Ranma dunked his head in the water to batter away the unwanted feelings and was marginally successful by the time he came back up for air.  Of course, the fact that he had dipped into using the Amanchu Style to hold his breath brought back the memory of what else he had used it for.  

'“...Holy shit, Ranma...” exclaimed Daddy K̴̠̃ẹ̴͋ṇ̷̓t̵̻̉a̷̡̽ with awe when Ranma finally made it to the base of his cock.'

“GAHHHH!” Ranma let out a frustrated yell as he tugged at his hair and started pounding his forehead with his fists.  “Stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about it!”  

Ranma felt his skin heating up and he knew that it had nothing to do with the bath this time as his brain dredged up more and more lurid details of the time he spent with Dadd-.

“I'm a man, right now.” whispered Ranma harshly as he cut off that particular term of address for the older man.  “A man.  Not a girl!” he repeated to himself and looked down at his own body for a visible reminder of that fact.

A flat, hairless chest greeted Ranma but his keen eyes noted that it wasn't as familiar a sight as he had been hoping.  Ranma had never been the muscular type, his style of the Art had molded his body into a more lean build that favoured quick and easy movements.  However, that didn't mean he had no musculature to speak of.  

'So why does it seem like my chest is thinner?' worried Ranma, pressing a finger to his left pectoral and feeling his breath quickening when his finger felt less resistance than he would have liked.  Steaming hot water cascaded down Ranma's body in multiple streams as he stood fully up in the bath to better inspect himself.  His hands traced his abdominal muscles and he sighed in relief when he felt their usual definition.  

A glance further below to his penis had Ranma wincing.  He still wasn't sure what was up with him losing his body hair (apart from the strong belief that it had something to do with the stupid Moxibustion) but the distinct lack of it made its...less than average size...stick out.  His treacherous brain didn't help matters by bringing up a particular memory of him and Nabiki earlier today.

'“Pffft! You didn't need to cover up something that small!” cackled Nabiki making Ranma flush deeply in shame at her poisonous words, “Snrk! I bet you w-wouldn't even be able to t-tell – Heehee! – that your little dicklet was hard in those pretty panties e-either! Ahahaha!”'

SPLOOSH!

Ranma sharply sat back down into the bath, water overflowing from the sudden movement and spilling over the sides.  Once more he was chest deep in soothing hot water and resolved to focus on the sensation of a good bath rather than dwell on any size issues that his male form may or may not have.  It took some time for him to relax, but Ranma eventually did get to enjoy the rest of his bath before the water turned cold.

After drying off, Ranma found himself in a better mood as he was finally clad in his male form after what felt like ages and was wearing his newly purchased (and uncomfortably rough) male underwear.  After the day he had had, Ranma was relieved that he could end today on a better note than it had started with.

Naturally, as soon as he slid open the door to his room, he found Nabiki waiting for him with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.  

“Come on in, sissy.  I need to have a little chat with you...” her steady words were underlined with an intense anger that Ranma could tell was all directed at him.

~Unfit~

Forty-three minutes ago...

Kenta chuckled fondly as Nabiki raced towards him with an eager expression and arms wide open.  He indulged the sharp-tongued girl and welcomed her with a tight hug that she happily returned.  

“Hello, Nabiki.  You wanted to see me?” he asked.

“Always.” she replied immediately and internally cheered as she got a laugh out of Kenta.  She grinned up at him, evidently pleased at his reaction before expanding on her answer.  “I did want to talk to you about the repairs tomorrow, though.” 

“I'm already giving you a discount.” stated Kenta immediately.  When he saw that the front door was closed, he casually reached into Nabiki's shorts and smirked at his discovery.  “Even if you're not wearing any panties.”

“I-It's n-not t-thaaaht!” she refuted, groaning as he probed her steadily moistening cunt.  

“Then?” He chuckled at the pout Nabiki gave him when he removed his hand from her shorts.

“There's a couple of old sections on the engawa that we were hoping you could take a look at along with a crack on the back of the house that seems to go down to the foundation.” she explained seriously.

“Which you could have called me about.” he pointed out bemusedly.  

Her voice took on a sly tone as she placed her hand delicately over his crotch, “Some things you can't do over the phone, M-a-s-t-e-r ♥!'

“Dirty slut.” snorted Kenta, though he made no moves to remove her hand and followed Nabiki along as she dragged him to a more private area of the compound behind a shed.  

Kenta's hand dipped inside of her shorts once more and he contented himself by playing with Nabiki's holes while she led him.  It made the trip longer and had Nabiki clinging onto him for stability when he upped the tempo on how fast he was fingerfucking her, but the lovely sounds she was producing made it worth the effort.  Kenta was careful in not driving Nabiki to an early orgasm before she serviced his cock, as he was still a bit steamed at her for extorting and exploiting her family for a quick yen.

“Ah! R-Right there...please, Master...!” panted Nabiki.

“That's right.  You're going to please your Master.” said Kenta, deliberately misinterpreting her plea.  The plaintive whine Nabiki let out as he removed his fingers caused his resolve to weaken a bit, however.  

“Yes...!” Nabiki let out a surprised gasp as Kenta spun her around to face him and kissed her.  

Her lips parted easily to let his tongue in as it coiled around her own as they made out with each other.  Kenta's hand slid underneath Nabiki's top and made the idle observation that panties weren't the only kind of underwear the girl had gone without.  Nabiki's breasts were pleasantly soft to the touch, though they still didn't compare in size or texture to Ranma's tits unfortunately.  Still, Kenta enjoyed teasing and twisting Nabiki's stiff nipples and causing the aroused girl to writhe against him.  Kenta was approving of the fact that Nabiki did not forget to serve her master as her hand massaged his stiffening cock through his pants.

Kenta didn't know if they were in a position on the Tendo Compound that was out of view from any voyeurs, but at the moment he really didn't care.  Abruptly breaking off the kiss with Nabiki, he seized her firmly by the chin and growled, “On your knees, slut.” 

To Nabiki's credit, she didn't question Kenta at all and eagerly dropped down onto the ground while fishing Kenta's cock out.  “Ahhhh...It always surprises me just how big you are, Master!” Nabiki plastered her face against his shaft and inhaled deeply, “Though it...smells a bit different than usual...?”

“That's probably because my cock was down Ranma's throat an hour ago.” Kenta chuckled at the wide-eyed look of surprise Nabiki had at that piece of information.

“Really?!” exclaimed Nabiki gleefully.

“Really.” confirmed Kenta with a distinct note of satisfaction in his voice.

“Oh, I have to hear how you managed that, Master!” purred Nabiki throatily, as she wrapped her hands around his cock and started to gently pump it.  Her pink tongue flickered in and out between her plushy lips as she licked his dick, taking longer licks each time her tongue came out and breathing heavier.  

“Ohhh...that's right you dirty little whore! Taste your Master's cock...!” groaned Kenta pleasurably as he balled up Nabiki's hair in a fist and used it to force her face into his testicles.  Nabiki was a smart slut and knew exactly what Kenta wanted and started to suck gently on one of his hairy balls.  

As she serviced him, Kenta began to tell her what had happened and how he had ended up escorting Ranma back home.  While she was focused on blowing him, Nabiki proved that she was an attentive enough listener as when Kenta had brought up the details of the bet, she had burst into laughter.  

“Genius! T-That's – Ahahaha! - b-brilliant, Master!” cackled Nabiki.  She regained control of herself after a few moments, aside from the odd giggle and gazed up at Kenta with an admiring and lustful look.  “And poor Ranma has no idea that the entire bet has already been rigged!  Oh, Master~!”

Nabiki's voice turned husky with those last two words as she engulfed the head of Kenta's cock in her mouth and started bobbing up and down on it.  Her tongue was enthusiastic in its efforts and rapidly circled around the tip as Nabiki introduced a slight suction.  “Good girl...That's a good little cocksucker...” grunted Kenta appreciatively, “Hard to believe that Ranma-chan is even better.”

Kenta felt Nabiki pause on his cock and he looked down at her surprised face with a knowing chuckle.  “Yeah, despite it being her first time, Ranma was a natural!” gushed Kenta, “I can't wait to see how she'll improve.”

Nabiki popped off of Kenta's cock and gave it a few quick pumps while licking around the head.  “...Is that so? Didn't expect that'd be one of Ranma's talents.”

Kenta chuckled and shook his head as he continued to praise Ranma, “Talent is understating it.  Even Yuka wasn't able to go all the way to the base of my dick on her first time!”

Nabiki giggled maliciously, “You must have been really excited, Master!” Kenta looked at her with slight confusion and she clarified, “To have forced your huge – Haa~ahnn-” she languidly trailed her tongue from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip where she slurped up his precum.  “-Delicious cock down her throat!”

Kenta smiled as he understood the misconception Nabiki was labouring under.  “I didn't force her at all, Nabiki.  Ranma did it all on her own.”

For the second time tonight, Kenta was treated to the sight of Nabiki's shocked expression.  There was also a trace of...something flashing in her eyes that quickly disappeared before he could get any kind of insight on it.  Nabiki shook her head and smiled coyly up at Kenta before speaking, “...Well.  Who knew that Ranma could be such a gifted little slut?”

“Certainly not me!” replied Kenta with a wide grin to the rhetorical question as Nabiki continued to suckle on his penis. 

“Mhmmm...” Nabiki moaned around his dick as she took him a little bit deeper before coming back up.  “And it wouldn't be fair to deny you the same treatment that little sissy gave you, Master~!”  

“Nabiki.  You don't have to– Ohhh...” Having an inkling of where Nabiki was going with this, Kenta started to protest before Nabiki tried to deepthroat him.

“G~akgh! Ack! Hah...Hah...” Nabiki's throat violently spasmed as Kenta's cock went just a bit too far and sent the poor girl into a coughing mess.  It was certainly a shame that Nabiki's gag reflex was particularly sensitive among his harem, but Kenta did appreciate the attempt.

“Nabiki, what you were doing was just fine-” began Kenta.

“I...hah...hah...can do it!” protested Nabiki immediately, still breathing heavily.  She took his cock in her hands once more and licked all along his shaft before placing the tip against her soft lips.  “...I can do this...!”

With that heated whisper, Nabiki once more engulfed Kenta's dick and renewed her blowjob.  Kenta would certainly credit his fucktoy on her persistence, but he couldn't help but let out a sigh at the natural result of her impatience.  Once again, Nabiki tried to take too much of his cock too fast, perhaps hoping that speed would overcome her body's natural instincts.  Once again, Nabiki came off his cock coughing and gasping for air even faster than she had the first time.  

He checked his watch and was disappointed to find that he was out of time for Nabiki to properly finish him off.  Kenta began the process of re-dressing himself and held out a hand towards Nabiki when it looked like she was about to protest. 

“Master! W-Wait! I can still-!” 

“I'm sorry, Nabiki, but I really do have to get going.” he explained regretfully as he cut her off.  

Once Kenta had finished buttoning up his pants, he held out a hand towards the sullen looking girl.  Nabiki looked up at his hand from where she was glaring at the ground and timidly placed her hand in his own.

“There's a good girl...” soothed Kenta as he helped Nabiki up.  

“Not as good as Ranma though...” she muttered bitterly. 

Kenta sighed and petted Nabiki's head trying to console the girl.  “You'll get it eventually, Nabiki.” He brushed away a few curly hairs plastered around her mouth before pressing a kiss to her lips.  Nabiki eagerly returned the kiss and looked disappointed when he ended it.  “Maybe we'll be able to practice tomorrow.  Though between the repairs and the fact that I'd need to get home while Ranma is still there might be a little tough...”

Lost in his thoughts of his schedule, Kenta only caught a flicker of Nabiki's face twisting in dissatisfaction.  Though when he focused on her again, she had a hopeful smile.  “I'd like that a lot, Master.” said Nabiki sincerely.

Kenta smiled and gave Nabiki another kiss and a final hug.  “I'll see you tomorrow, Nabiki.” he promised.

There was more cheer in her expression at his words and she chirped back, “It's a date!”

Kenta laughed and bade her goodnight while feeling glad that he had managed to restore Nabiki's spirits.  

~Unfit~

Back to the present

Ranma wasn't sure what had riled up Nabiki so much, but he wasn't about to offer so much as a peep of complaint for fear of drawing even more of her wrath.  So, despite the insult she had thrown at him, Ranma meekly slid the door closed behind him and stepped fully into his room with a pounding heart.  Ranma's eyes flickered over to where Nabiki was standing – right next to his open closet which contained only two male outfits anymore to make room for the numerous feminine counterparts.  In addition, the dresser where Ranma stored his underwear had been slightly pulled out.  While it was a relief he could still see his newly bought male underwear still there among his colourful collection of panties, Ranma was rather worried why Nabiki had taken the time to open them.  

'Although even if they were closed, I'd have been worried anyway considerin' the look she's got on her face!' thought Ranma. 

Ranma licked his dry lips and gave the viper-in-human-skin a nervous greeting, “H-Hey, Nabiki.  What...did you want to talk about...?”

Nabiki stared at him ('God...has she even blinked this entire time?!') before giving Ranma a saccharine smile that sent shivers up and down his spine.  

“Oh, you know...” began Nabiki in a deceptively casual tone while sauntering over to a frozen Ranma.  “I just wanted to know how your day went, is all! How did it feel to go to school as a tiny-dicked “man” wearing such girly underwear?”  

Ranma flinched at every poisonous word that Nabiki threw at him, unable to muster a retort as everything she said was something he k̸n̸e̸w̴ was true.  The darkly satisfied smirk on Nabiki's face suggested that she knew this as well.  While he had been trying to forget about it (along with everything else that had happened today), Ranma could still distinctly remember going to school as a man while wearing panties.    

“But then again...calling you a man isn't really appropriate, now is it? After all, what kind of man wears something meant for girls?” whispered Nabiki malevolently, giving voice to the same insecurities that laid within Ranma's mind.  

“That...You blackmailed me-” defended Ranma before Nabiki cut him off with a scoff.

“Really? I was the one who blackmailed you into wearing panties last night?” Nabiki clapped her fist into a palm as if she had just remembered something.  “Oh wait! I caught you this morning about to put on a fresh new pair of panties as a boy!”

Ranma grimaced at the technically truthful sequence of events, though it lacked the context of him having given his first ever handjob and after reverting back to his male form, collapsing into bed afterwards from mental exhaustion.  They were essentially rehashing the conversation they had this morning and Ranma was already regretting trying to speak up.  

'If I hadn't been so out of it, there's no way I'd have switched out of my girl form! That's the only reason I didn't notice...' His thoughts were broken as Nabiki started speaking again.

“But we're not here to discuss your so-called "masculinity".” Ranma could hear mocking emphasis Nabiki put on the word.  Nabiki waved a disapproving finger in front of Ranma's face and tutted, “No, No, No! I wanted to hear how your day went after school.  Where did you go, Ranma? And what did you do?”

“I...just went shopping with Yuka.” began Ranma vaguely, making sure to keep the more embarrassing moments to himself. 

'As Ranma felt hot tears spill down her face and her shoulders started to shake, the best she was able to do was make sure her sobs were quiet.' 

“I picked up some stuff and then we got ice cream...And then I came back home.” finished Ranma nervously to a blank-faced Nabiki. 

“You came back home...together with ojisama.” added Nabiki with a raised eyebrow.

'“Thaaat's it, you little slut! Take ALL of my cum like a good girl...! Daddy needs to feed his hungry little whore, after all!”'

“...Yeah.” confirmed Ranma nervously, resisting the urge to wipe his face of any...evidence that his meeting with Dadd-ojisama may have left behind and somehow wasn't already swallowed disposed of.  “He was just bein' polite.  I walked Yuka home and he wanted to do the same for me.”

Nabiki hummed a noncommittal noise, “Hmmm? Is that so? I wouldn't have thought he would've needed to escort a sissy like yourself-” Ranma winced at the accurate derogatory term as Nabiki cut herself off with a malicious grin, “Ah.  Well, I suppose I answered my own question.”

“I was in my girl form!” snapped Ranma which only caused Nabiki to giggle.

“That makes more sense! Kenta-ojisama is that kind of man, after all.” A softer smile than Ranma had ever seen before on Nabiki graced her lips, though it quickly vanished when she re-focused on him.  

Nabiki circled around to Ranma's back and firmly guided him towards his opened underwear drawer while bringing up a new subject.  “And I see that you bought some new little boy underwear while shopping with Yuka-chan!”  

Nabiki first gestured towards the discarded packaging of Ranma's underwear in the small trashcan next to the dresser and then to the open drawer itself.  Five of Ranma's six new pairs of boxers occupied their own little section of the drawer and looked drab in comparison to the colourful collection of panties filling up the rest of the space.  Ranma's new bras were in a drawer below that, though Nabiki appeared to have not opened it...or at least left it open.  

“...Where are you going with this, Nabiki?” asked Ranma warily. 

“Do you remember the second order that I gave you this morning?” replied Nabiki with another question.

“Second?” repeated Ranma with a furrowed brow, “You didn't...”  

'“See? Not so bad!” chuckled Nabiki who brought up her fist and slowly extended two fingers, “Now for the second thing is that when you go buy some more male underwear to replace the ones that you definitely didn't throw out...”' 

Ranma trailed off as he recalled Nabiki's conditions in exchange for her keeping secret what Ranma had been wearing the previous night.  The first was to go to school as a guy wearing panties – which had proven to be a difficult task thanks to his curse.  Despite Nabiki's best efforts, Ranma was able to spend a good part of the day as a girl who didn't have to worry about wearing inappropriate underwear.  It was why he had found Nabiki's second condition a pretty easy one to get around.

'And why I have to escape right now!' realized Ranma with wide, panicked eyes.

Ranma quickly hopped to the side out of Nabiki's reach as he began to take the next few steps towards his window.  His plans for escape died an early death as Nabiki reacted faster than he had thought possible for the girl and wrapped an arm around Ranma's abdomen and yanked him back.  Nabiki's arm was like a steel bar in how unyielding her grip was as she drew Ranma back towards her and even slightly lifted him off of the floor with seemingly no effort.

'Huh.  I didn't think she was that strong or quick.  Has she been practicing with Akane or AND THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE IMPRESSED YOU IDIOT!' 

“Ranma, Ranma, Ranma.  Just where do you think you're going?” chastised Nabiki with an audible grin.  “Why, it almost seems like you're trying to escape! And you wouldn't do that unless...”

“W-Wait! Nabiki, I forgot about the second thing, okay?!” frantically explained Ranma as he felt Nabiki draw his pants down slightly with her free hand.  

“It sure seems like you did, Ranma!” exclaimed Nabiki.  “Because I could have sworn that I told you that from now on whenever you were at home you had to be wearing panties at all times!”  She hissed the last three words dangerously in Ranma's ear.

“I...I made a mistake-” Ranma started, only to be interrupted by a dark chuckle.

“Oh yes, you did.” purred Nabiki, “Luckily for you, I've got just the punishment in mind.”

Still holding him aloft, Nabiki swung Ranma back over to his underwear drawer and said: “Pick out a pair to wear to bed, Ranma~”

The falsely-sweet tone gave Ranma no doubts as to what kind of underwear Nabiki wanted him to wear.  What shreds of dignity that he still possessed led Ranma to pick out one of the bundled white pairs, hoping to mitigate the humiliation of the next few moments as best as he could.  Naturally, the pair he had picked out turned out to be much girlier than the plain and basic option he was hoping for.

“Good choice!” crowed Nabiki as the bundle was unfurled to reveal a pair of white satin bikini panties with a decorative red bow at the top and a large cartoon pink heart emblazoned on the back.  

“...Is that it?” asked Ranma hoarsely as Nabiki closed the underwear drawer and hauled him over to his open closet before finally setting him back down on the ground.

“Not quite.  One way or another you'll be going to bed as a proper sissy wearing those cute little panties you picked out.” laughed Nabiki before adding in a conspiratorial stage-whisper, “This time, you'll even have the excuse that I forced you into doing so!”

Ranma gritted his teeth, hating the fact that his carelessness had once again gotten him stuck in this kind of situation.  “And is that all?” bit out Ranma.  

“Nope!” answered Nabiki cheerfully.  “But you do get a choice: Go to bed with your underwear and this lovely little nightgown-” She pointed to the frilly violet garment in question before continuing, “-or you can continue to be a closet crossdresser and wear a little...accessory tomorrow in your girl form.”

Ranma didn't like either of those options, but he knew Nabiki would force him to pick one or the other.  Depending how long he took, she could even force both options if she was feeling particularly vindictive.  Fortunately or unfortunately, Ranma was granted a bit more time to think about his choices with Nabiki's next words:

“And before you choose, you need to make a quick wardrobe change right now.” added Nabiki in a tone that brooked no disagreement.

'What is she talking about...?' Ranma followed Nabiki's gaze to the soft panties in his hand and understood.  'Oh.'  

“...Do you mind turnin' around?” he inquired in a defeated tone.

Nabiki's eyes sparkled with genuine amusement and nodded.  “It's so cute how you're such a shy little sissy~!” she mocked before turning around and giving Ranma his requested privacy.

Ranma scowled at Nabiki's back before turning his attention to the soft bundle clutched in his hand and sighed despondently.  It was a bitter consolation that Ranma had already done much worse than this before when Nabiki had forced him to go out fully crossdressed (and what had led to the whole mess with Daddy Kenta-ojisama).  Ranma knew he wouldn't be able to outrun Nabiki and also knew that even if he did, the dirt she had on Ranma would pretty much ruin him.  With such thoughts coursing through his mind, Ranma stepped out of his pants and new boxers and slid on the satin panties.

'Dammit! Why are these so much more comfortable than my guy underwear?!' cursed Ranma.

“...Done.” announced Ranma dully after he pulled up his pants again.

Nabiki turned around with a smirk and looked pointedly at Ranma's pants and the discarded boxers by his feet.  Despite his expectations, Nabiki not saying anything was somehow even worse than if she did and caused him to break eye contact first.  Ranma heard Nabiki chuckle at the small victory and scowled at the ground.  

“I wouldn't say you're done quite yet, Ranma-chan.” purred Nabiki as she hooked two fingers underneath his chin and raised it up so that they were once again looking at each other.  “After all, you still need to decide whether you want to put on your new nightwear or accept your little accessory tomorrow.”

Ranma still hadn't decided in the small amount of time he was allotted and he still couldn't figure out the trap between the two options.  Nabiki was a tricky sort and Ranma was willing to bet that one of the two options was worse than the other.  

“What,” began Ranma, gathering his thoughts, “kind of accessory are ya' talkin' about?”

Nabiki released his chin and leaned back with a wide grin on her face.  “Nothing obvious, if that's what you were afraid of.”

“But you won't tell me what it is.” said Ranma with a frown as he thought over the implications of the specific word that Nabiki used.

'"Obvious."...Something that you can hide...But she said I'd be in my girl form, so it's probably not something normal like wearing panties and a bra...'

“Nope!” chirped Nabiki.

“Great.” muttered Ranma as he continued to rack his mind for solutions as to which options he should go with.

'First one doesn't seem so bad.  'Cept that I'll be in my guy form and if anyone walks into my room other than Nabiki...' Ranma shuddered at the thought of his mother walking into his room and remaking and fulfilling the 'Seppuku Contract'.  Even worse was Akane finding out his secret.  

'“Did you just cum? Seriously?” scoffed Akane, looking at the stain on his pants incredulously, before shaking her head and getting up.  “Pathetic.”' 

Akane finding out that he was crossdressing (along with whatever tale Nabiki would no doubt gleefully spin to her) and looking at Ranma like...like that again would be just awful.

'No...I can't...I don't want her to look at me with those eyes again...'

“Tick Tock, Ranma.” said Nabiki impatiently, “Make a choice or I'll do it for you.”

“...The second option.” rasped Ranma and he knew that option was the one Nabiki had wanted based on how her eyes lit up with malicious glee.  

But it was the only choice he could make.

~Unfit~

“I'm home!” called out Kenta as he closed the door behind him with a relieved sigh.  In doing so, he inhaled the wonderfully appetizing aroma wafting through the house causing his stomach to rumble hungrily and a smile to form on his lips.  

“Welcome back!” rang out Yuka's voice from around the corner.  She continued speaking as Kenta slid off his shoes and moved towards the kitchen.  “You're just in time too, Daddy! You can have dinner, a bath...”

The smile that was already on Kenta's face widened into a grin that stretched from ear-to-ear as he entered the kitchen.  Standing in front of the stove while slowly stirring a pot was his darling daughter dressed in a short white-and-yellow apron.  Because of the way the rooms were laid out, the side-view of his daughter let Kenta see that Yuka was only wearing an apron.

Yuka turned towards him and gave him a smoky look.  “...or would you like me?” she finished in a husky tone.  

Kenta's only response was to quickly dart over to his perfect princess and claim her lips with a searing kiss.  

“Mmmm...Naaahhh...Ah...” moaned Yuka as their tongues coiled around each other.  She shuddered as Kenta's hands went towards her breasts and pussy and started playing with them.  The feeling of wetness on his hands caused Kenta to recall an earlier moment with Ranma and he was seized with a desire to taste his daughter's sweet pussy as well.  

“Oh!” exclaimed Yuka breathily as Kenta lifted her up with one arm and moved over to the countertop.  Kenta briefly broke the kiss and growled when he saw that it was covered with envelopes, a plastic bowl of fruits and other such miscellaneous items.  None of it was breakable or particularly valuable, but even if it was, the primal part of Kenta's brain simply didn't care at the moment.

Kenta swept all of it onto the floor with his free hand and dropped Yuka onto the cool surface while his other hand reached up towards her apron and-

Krsssshhh!

“Oh, Daddy!” squealed Yuka giddily as he tore off her apron and threw it to the ground.  Kenta spared only a brief moment to hungrily drink in his daughter's naked glory before roughly spreading Yuka's legs and giving her sopping wet cunt a long and sensuous lick.  

“Oooh.  Right there, Daddy!” purred Yuka as his tongue brushed over her clit, leaning back and enjoying herself as Kenta ate her out.  

A̴s̸ ̶a̸l̵w̷a̴y̸s̷, Yuka's pussy had a sweet taste to it that subtly reminded Kenta of flowers.  It didn't possess the same fruity and savoury taste that Ranma's cunt had (w̶h̸i̵c̸h̸ ̸a̷p̵p̷e̷a̸l̵e̷d̵ ̸t̸o̸ ̷h̶i̶m̷ ̵s̵l̵i̷g̷h̵t̵l̶y̴ ̴m̵o̴r̶e̶), but it was nonetheless an intoxicating experience that would never get old for him.  

“You taste amazing as always, darling.” praised Kenta as he came up briefly for air.

Kenta slowly inserted one finger into his daughter's tight little asshole while eating her out.  While the smell and taste of his little girl's pussy was as intoxicating as always, it was the sweet moans he could hear pouring out of Yuka's throat that had Kenta's cock straining against its confines.  Kenta was tempted to start fucking Yuka after getting her to cum with his mouth, but he felt it might be better for his daughter to service him as well.  After all, he had been blown in the past two hours by two very lovely girls and Kenta felt that Yuka deserved a chance to show off her own cocksucking skills.  

Though that would have to be saved until after he had gotten his Princess to cum a few times.

Skw~isssh!...Skw~isssh!...Skw~isssh!...Skw~isssh!

“Oooh Daddyyy...” moaned Yuka as he steadily fucked her ass with two fingers and continued to run his tongue up and down her pussy lips.  

“You like that, baby? Want Daddy to use more fingers?” 

“Yes!”

Another finger was quickly added, much to his slutty daughter's vocal approval as she wrapped her legs around Kenta's chest and drew him even closer.  

“Daddy...Please...! I'm – Ah! – so close!” panted Yuka.  Kenta added his pinky so that now four of his fingers were plunging in and out of his Princess' asshole, causing her to sharply gasp, “Daddy!”

“That's it, sweetheart, let Daddy take care of you...” purred Kenta as his thumb pushed its way into Yuka's sopping wet pussy, “Cum for Daddy!”

Kenta latched onto Yuka's clit with his mouth and swirled over the hard little nub with those three words.  Yuka screamed in ecstasy as she came with her pussy and ass reflexively contracting and relaxing over Kenta's fingers.  While no warm gushes of fluid squirted out of her cunt like Ranma's would have, Yuka's pussy tasted as sweet as ever as Kenta continued to hungrily lap up her juices.  

Skw~isssh! Skw~isssh! Skw~isssh! Skw~isssh! Skw~isssh!

“D-aAHH-! Wai-Wait! I j-just c-aaHmme!” squealed Yuka.

With a free hand to steady his little girl as she spasmed on the counter-top, Kenta increased the rate at which he fingerfucked Yuka's holes.  Kenta offered no verbal response to his daughter and opted instead to vigorously swirl his tongue around her clit in an attempt to get her to cum in succession.  

“Daddy! Daddy! DADDY! DADDY!” Yuka's squeals and moans increased in volume as her fingers scrabbled against Kenta's scalp.

“Mmm! Yuka! Mmmph! Yuka!” panted Kenta as he attacked Yuka's weak spots with his tongue, eager to make his baby girl cum again. 

“Cumming! I'm gonna! Ah! Cum! Yes! Yes! YES!” 

Skw~isssh!Skw~isssh!Skw~isssh!Skw~isssh!Skw-!

Yuka shrieked louder than ever before with her second climax and her walls tightened around Kenta's fingers.  Sweet fluid gushed out of her vagina with a bit even splashing across his face as he pulled his fingers out of his daughter and slurped up her sweet love juices.  Incoherent moans drifted out of Yuka's throat and the hand that was on Kenta's head started to absently caress it as she basked in the afterglow.  Straightening up from Yuka's pussy with a pleased look and feeling rejuvenated, Kenta grinned at the dopey look of bliss on his daughter's face.  

“Mmh...Tha...nk you...Dahh...ddy...” Sprawled across the countertop and with a garbled voice, Kenta was happy that Yuka didn't forget her manners.

'And a good father should reward such a polite daughter!' thought Kenta cheerfully as he strolled around to the other side of the counter-top where Yuka's head was and freed his cock from his pants.  

“Open wide, honey.” he announced as he grabbed a fistful of Yuka's long hair and yanked her forward a little so that her head was dangling off of the counter.  

“Ah!” While he wasn't sure if his words reached his daughter, the pain from having her hair pulled caused Yuka to involuntarily cry out and provided Kenta a big enough opening to shove his cock into.

“GAKGH!”

It was a new position for the both of them (despite how much they had been fucking each other) and Kenta enjoyed hearing Yuka gag on his cock again.  The way the skin above her neck started to redden as blood rushed towards it was a particularly appealing sight and had him thrusting his cock just a bit harder.  Kenta wrapped his left hand around Yuka's throat and marvelled over the delightful sensation of feeling his cock through her skin.  Movement out of the corner of his eye caused Kenta to look up and then chuckle when he saw one of Yuka's hands sliding down towards her pussy.

“Looks like my little cocksleeve likes this new position, hmm?” he teased.

“Mmh! GAKGH?! GAKGH! GAKGH!” Kenta laughed when Yuka tried nodding in response and only succeeded in choking herself even more.  

“Ahhh...I fucking love your throat, Yuka! So tight and wet...! Maybe you and Ranma can give Nabiki some lessons later.” suggested Kenta with a satisfied purr.

Yuka tapped the hand over her throat quickly and Kenta immediately acceded to his daughter's wish and pulled his cock out of her throat.  He laughed when his daughter caught him by his cock as he was about to step away to give it a farewell kiss.  

“It'll be back in your throat soon, Princess.” reassured Kenta.  “What did you want to say?”

Yuka rolled onto her stomach and scooted back a little so she could prop her chin on her hands.  “Lessons from Nabiki and Ranma?” she asked with an intrigued look.

Kenta smiled deviously and began his tale that soon had his daughter sporting a wicked smirk of her own, “I made a little wager with Ranma-chan...”

~Unfit~

'Ranma felt nervous knocking on Daddy's door dressed as she was.  Feeling rather self-conscious, she looked behind her again to check if the street was clear of anybody watching.  

“No one but me.” she said in relief as she looked back towards the still unopened door.  Fishing around in her skirt pocket, Ranma got out her compact and checked her appearance.  She smiled at her reflection and declared, “Perfect.”

The door swung open as she snapped her mirror closed to reveal a grinning Yuka.  “Ranma! You're just in time!” 

She seized Ranma's hand and led her into the rather crowded living room all the while chattering away about something.  Ranma's nerves were soothed by the other girl's warm voice, though she still felt a little skittish when she saw Daddy standing in the middle of the living room.  He had Akane in his arms already and was kissing her on the cheek before releasing her with a slap on the butt.

Akane giggled and smiled and waved at Yuka and Ranma before joining the other girls on the couch.  Hiroshi and Daisuke were there too on another couch, huddled over a dirty magazine and giving furtive looks towards everyone else.  Hiroshi caught Ranma's eye and grinned, beckoning her over as Yuka went to give Daddy her own greeting.  

“Check it out, Ranma! Doesn't she look amazing?!” crowed Hiroshi, revealing a girl with dark blue hair wearing the Furinkan uniform getting her tiny pussy split open by Daddy's massive cock.  Ranma cocked her head and frowned while inspecting the girl's face.  

“Huh.  She looks kind of like Akan-” 

“Ranma! Get over here already!” called out Daddy.  His arms were open wide and closed around Ranma in a warm embrace as soon as she drew near. 

“Daddy, I – Eep!” Ranma gasped as Daddy's hands slid down her body and squeezed her ass.  “Daddy! Everyone is watching!” protested Ranma with a mortified blush.

“Hehe! Sounds like someone is having a good dream~!”

SMACK!

Daddy laughed and spanked her ass before groping one of Ranma's breasts with the same level of casualness.  “Don't worry, Ranma.  No one is paying attention, see?”

Hesitantly, Ranma turned around in Daddy's arms, secretly delighting in the way one of his strong arms wrapped around her waist and held her tightly as the other continued to grope her chest.  Just like Daddy had said, the crowd of people surrounding them were all off in their own little worlds.  All of them were even wearing earmuffs and blindfolds as they happily chatted to each other.

“I'm tellin' you Daisuke that this is the best issue yet!”

“So how'd you do on that history test, I-”

“-grandmother has been telling Shampoo to stop slacking, but Airen-”

“-unite the two houses! What does it matter who they get married to-”

“-some more, dearest Mother-In-Law?” 

“Oh, no thank you, Ucchan.  I'm positively stuffed!”

Ranma shivered as Daddy planted a kiss on the side of her throat.  “You see? No one will see.  It'll be our little secret.” he whispered seductively into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

“Daddy...” Ranma sighed at his tender ministrations, grinding her rear back into the stiffening bulge.

“Bet you wish this was a real cock poking your boi-pussy, huh?”

“Why don't you get on your knees, Princess?” suggested Daddy with a smile in his voice.

Giggling at how naughty she was being, Ranma twirled around gracefully and sank down to the floor, pulling Daddy's pants and underwear along as she did so.  Ranma licked her lips as his massive penis was revealed, gasping lightly as it smacked her in the face.  

“I love having your big, fat cock slapping my slutty face!” exclaimed Ranma, taking a moment to deeply inhale the stench of Daddy's cock.

“Oh my God! What did you do to him, Master?! Ahhh! Why didn't I bring my video camera?!”

Daddy chuckled, “All girls do.  Open your mouth.”

“Ahhhh” Ranma obeyed her Daddy and opened her mouth wide.

“Oh? What's this? Dirty little slut! Don't worry, Ranma-chan.  Your Big Sis will give you something to practice on~”

“Good girl.” The familiar words of praise were causing Ranma's body to heat up and her hands to start drifting towards her aching pussy.  

Ranma hummed happily as Daddy pushed his cock forward into her mouth and clamped her lips around the soft head, immediately suckling on it.  Immediately she could tell that something was wrong with the penis in her mouth – it was smooth, but the texture and the taste were far different than what she remembered.  The shape her tongue was tracing was very odd too and not at all like what a proper penis should be.  

“Come on, Ranma.  I was told you could take something much bigger than this...!”

Daddy fed more of his fat cock down Ranma's throat and she gagged slightly before her training kicked in and allowed her to swallow it properly.  It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, but once again Ranma noticed the incongruities in the dick lodged in her throat.  For one, it wasn't nearly as big as she remembered nor was it as soothingly warm.  It also lacked the pleasant pulsing sensation that almost seemed to sync up with her own heartbeat and was missing both the curly hair that tickled her nose when she reached the base and Daddy's pungent musk where it should've been the strongest.  

“The little cocksucker is finally waking up, huh?”

The voices of Daddy and her friends and family seemed to fade out as she blinked with this realization.  The sensation of something fucking her mouth seemed to grow more prominent even as the world around her started to shimmer out of existence.  Ranma could feel the dick leaving her lips and she blinked again as a darkened room slowly came into view.'

SPLOOSH!

“Gah!” Ranma shrieked as she fully woke up dripping wet and back in her female form.  While the sun still hadn't risen yet, based on the lack of light entering Ranma's room, she was still able to make out the squatting figure at the foot of her futon.

“Wakey-wakey, my little sissy!” trilled the bane of her existence.

Ranma dropped her face into her pillow and groaned, “Did ya' have to wake me up like that, Nabs?”

'And what the hell was I just dreaming about?!' screamed Ranma internally, glad for the pillow's safety in concealing her atomic blush.

“Why, Ranma!” gasped Nabiki, taking on an affronted tone.  “Here I am going out of my way to do you a favour-”

“Some favour...” muttered Ranma, still talking into the pillow.

'Though considering she woke me up from THAT kind of dream, maybe I should be thanking her...' thought Ranma ruefully. 

“-and waking you up so early to give you privacy to put on your new accessory!” finished Nabiki blithely while ignoring Ranma's comment. 

Ranma turned her head so that a single eye was glaring balefully at Nabiki.  “What new accessory?”

“Oh? Don't you remember our little deal from last night?” said Nabiki innocently.

Memories of yesterday trickled into Ranma's brain and she swallowed heavily.  She sat up fully and looked at Nabiki warily.  “I...remember.” she licked her lips nervously and then added, “You said I could be in my girl form for this, right?”

“Only if you want to, Ranma-chan!” giggled Nabiki.

Ranma shuddered at the obvious fake cheer Nabiki was displaying before asking, “So...where is it?”

Apparently Nabiki had been waiting for Ranma to ask that question as she took something from behind her back without turning around and held it proudly for Ranma's befuddled inspection.



“Ta-dah!” exclaimed Nabiki holding up a flesh-coloured, cylindrical...thing.  It was maybe twenty centimetres long and had a flared base upon which rested several orbs of decreasing size as it got towards the tip.  

“Uh, Nabs? What is that?” asked Ranma with no small amount of confusion.

'Am I supposed to shove it into my pocket or something? Or is it like a weird hair pin?' Ranma scrutinized the object further as she noticed a wet sheen covering a good portion of the object, 'And did Nabiki dip it into water or something?'

An odd smile crept across Nabiki's face and her eyes seemed to light up with malicious glee.  “I suppose the shape wouldn't give you much of a hint.  But maybe the name will.”

She giggled again and shook the object in her hands for emphasis before continuing.

“This, Ranma-chan, is called a butt plug.” 

Ranma threw her blanket at Nabiki to blind her and shot out of her bed at a stumbling run.  Her eyes were locked onto her window and while it was closed, she was damn sure the Moxibustion wouldn't be able to prevent fifty kilograms of flying redhead from shattering the glass.

Or she hoped it wouldn't anyway.

“Uh-uh-uh!” tutted a disapproving voice as a ludicrously strong hand seized her left ankle just as she was about to jump and yanked her back.  

“Gah!” Ranma yelped as she fell face-down to the floor and was quickly pinned via Nabiki sitting on her back.

SMACK!

“Eep!”

“Naughty girl! Running off like that without even trying my present.” chastised Nabiki after spanking her ass.

SMACK! SMACK!

Ranma yelped as Nabiki's hand came down mercilessly on her poor butt again.  She squirmed helplessly as she felt Nabiki drag her pants and panties down, exposing her bare ass to the cool morning air.  

“Tch.  Such a fat ass you've got here.  Perfect for a slut like you.” insulted Nabiki, though her voice sounded kind of bitter-

SMACK!

“OW! Cut it out, Nabiki!” Yet another stinging strike broke her train of thought and had Ranma halfheartedly wishing that Nabiki spanked more like Kenta – like D̸̞̹̐͠a̴̢͠d̵̢͙̋d̷̡́͒ͅỷ̷̢̩ ('I̸'̸m̵ ̵a̵ ̶g̸i̴r̵l̴ ̸n̸o̶w̶,̴ ̷a̵f̷t̴e̵r̸ ̵a̶l̷l̶.̸') – had done yesterday.

Nabiki hummed thoughtfully as if she was seriously considering Ranma's demand and not just humouring her.  “Only if you promise to be a good girl for your Mistress.”

“Mistress?!” repeated a scandalized Ranma.  

“I think it's a fitting title for me, don't you think? After all, I am controlling how you dress.” explained Nabiki with an audible grin.  

'Not entirely, considering what D-Daddy has had me wear, but like hell I'm going to tell her THAT.' thought Ranma as she clamped down on the urge to tell off Nabiki.

“...And if I don't?” asked Ranma with a sinking feeling.  

“Well if you do decide to be a bad,” Ranma shuddered as Nabiki slapped her left butt cheek with the plug.  “Naughty,” continued Nabiki as she hit the right cheek, “Little girl...” The plug dipped into her ass crack and slid along both of Ranma's lower holes.

“Mm-!” Ranma bit down on her lower lip hard as a moan threatened to escape her mouth.  

Nabiki laughed airily as she stopped rubbing and took away the plug before delivering her threat.  “In that case, I think the other ladies of this household would love to see a certain video starring you.”

Ranma's resistance crumbled in the face of that bit of blackmail Nabiki had over her.  A part of her still couldn't believe that she had masturbated while thinking about Akane...and Daddy.  That by itself would have been bad enough if Nabiki had just filmed her playing with herself in her female form.  The fact that the video had recorded Ranma  actually calling out Daddy's name? 

“I...only have to wear this...” Ranma paused and her face scrunched up distastefully, “plug...today?”

“You're free to keep using it as long as you want, Ranma-chan! It's a gift, after all!”

'It's a pretty shitty gift, Nabs.' thought Ranma within the safe confines of her mind.

“Buuuttt, if you really don't want to use it after today, then you won't have to.” 

“But, I still have to use it today.”

“But you still have to use it today.” echoed Nabiki, confirming Ranma's weary statement.

“...We can't do this some other day?” whined suggested Ranma.

“Considering I got up so early just for you? I don't think so!” cackled Nabiki, rocking back and forth atop Ranma as she did so.

““Just for me”, my ass...” grumbled Ranma under her breath.

SMACK!

“Speaking of your ass...” began Nabiki, evidently having heard Ranma as she spanked her again, “Are you finally ready to be a good little girl for your Mistress?”

Skw~isssh!

Ranma's indignant growl quickly shifted into a throaty moan when she felt a slim finger be delicately inserted into her asshole.  She squirmed futilely in place as Nabiki curled her finger ever so slightly and withdrew her digit in a circular motion.  Ranma clamped her lips shut to prevent another moan being released as Nabiki stopped her exit and plunged once more into Ranma's ass again, this time not stopping until she was buried until the knuckle.  

“Nahh­-biki, I – Ah!”

Skw~isssh!

“Mistress.” corrected Nabiki with a dangerous whisper as she abruptly shoved another finger into Ranma's ass.

“M-Mistress! I-I wAhhnt-” squealed Ranma.

Nabiki cut her off once more.  “Want more fingers?” While she phrased it as a question, Nabiki didn't bother waiting for a response from Ranma and simply shoved in two more digits.

Skw~isssh!

“Nooohhhh...” Ranma's protest came out as another slutty moan, finding a perverse pleasure even through the pain.  

“Fucking whore!” spat Nabiki who was one thumb away from fitting her entire hand into Ranma's ass.  “I can't believe you're actually getting off on this!”

'I'm not! I'm not! I'm not!' Ranma's mind was filled with frantic denials even as her treacherous cunt leaked like a faucet.

Skw~issh! Skw~issh! Skw~issh! Skw~issh!

“Seriously! You must have fallen into the Spring of the Drowned Whore to get a body like this!” shouted Nabiki angrily as she briefly yanked all of her fingers out of Ranma's ass and into Ranma's pussy. 

Skw~isssh!

“Ah~nnnoo!” Ranma nearly came right then and there as Nabiki plunged into her much more accommodating and sensitive pussy.

“Fuck! Sopping wet like I thought but stupidly tight...!” growled Nabiki, sounding more and more pissed off the longer she fingerfucked Ranma.  

'But what did I even do?! Gah! This...This feels WAY too GOOD! I can't! I can't cum like this! N̵͍͚̋̚ò̴̤̯͘t̸̡͓͎̋ ̷̗͛f̶̙̎̔r̸̦͓̰̋̄o̵̞̐m̴̝̓ ̶̗̠͂̿̕h̶̛̯̪̆̋e̴̺̻̼̒r̶̯͕̀̈̏!̴̺̀'

“I bet a whore like you would even cum her brains out even if I got some hot water and turned you back-!” 

'NO!'

“I'll be a good girl for you, Mistress!” Nabiki froze as she started to get up with Ranma's panicked declaration.  

'Keep talking! Don't let her get any hot water!'

“I'm...I'm sorry for rejecting your gift, Mistress!” rambled Ranma, trying to inject sincerity into her voice rather than just panic and shattered pride.  Her face burned with humiliation as she continued, “Please let me wear the plug, Mistress! I'll wear it every day if you want me to!”

“...Is that so?” hummed Nabiki after a few tense moments of silence and Ranma had to contain a sigh of relief at the lack of anger colouring her voice. 

“Yes, Mistress.” said Ranma meekly, not wanting to arouse Nabiki's anger.

Nabiki giggled and sat down happily on Ranma's back once more.  “You'll wear whatever I want you to wear every day from now on?”

Ranma managed to stifle the complaint that she was twisting her words and simply replied in a defeated tone, “...Yes, Mistress...”  

Nabiki laughed again and spoke in a pleased tone, “That's right...As your Mistress, it's only right that I control your wardrobe.”

While Ranma shuddered at the thought of what Nabiki would make her wear, she nonetheless responded: “...Yes, M-Mistress.”

“Awww! I love how obedient you're being right now!” cooed Nabiki, reaching down to Ranma's face and pinching her cheek.  “But you did make me a little angry by rejecting my gift.”

'Just a little?' thought Ranma sarcastically.

“Luckily, I've got the perfect way for you to start making it up to me!” chirped Nabiki, reaching down for something on the ground.  “Just need a little bit of your slut juice here.”

“Mmmhh...!” Ranma moaned as Nabiki's fingers dipped into her pussy, much more gently this time.  They remained lodged in her cunt for a few seconds before they came out, leaving Ranma with an uncomfortable ache of wanting more.  

“...And just get the base all nice and slick...Hm, that should do nicely, I think!” said Nabiki to herself as she fiddled with something.  What that “something” soon became quite clear when the flesh-coloured butt plug made a reappearance.  

Thump.

The sex toy wiggled slightly from the force of being slammed onto the floor in front of Ranma, but remained in place thanks to the suction cup at it's base slick with her juices.  Now that Ranma knew it was supposed to go up her butt made the object seem rather intimidating.

“Blow it.” ordered Nabiki.

“Blow it?” repeated Ranma quizzically, still feeling rather out of sorts.

“Yes.  Blow it.  Suck on it like it was a cock.  Lube it up with your whore mouth so that it can go up your whore ass.” repeated Nabiki scornfully with her voice becoming a bit more angry.  

“Y-Yes, Mistress!” It was getting easier to say the affectation and it worked wonders in calming Nabiki back down.

Especially since Ranma was unable to move closer to the butt plug and start blowing it with Nabiki still on her back.

“Hehe! Want me to move the plug closer for you, Ranma-chan?” whispered Nabiki mockingly in her ear. 

“...Yes, Mistress.  Ah!” 

Smack!

Nabiki tutted as she spanked Ranma again.  “You can ask me better than that, Ranma! I am doing you a favour after all.”

“Please, Mistress.  Can you move your-” Ranma gritted her teeth, “-Gift, closer to me?” 

“Hmmm~ Well, okay.  But only because you asked me so nicely!” Nabiki giggled and ruffled Ranma's hair.  There was a squelch as the suction cup of the plug briefly resisted Nabiki's grip before finally being overcome and held in front of Ranma's face.

'“Hm...? Why'd you stop, baby?” questioned Daddy above her.  Before Ranma could muster any sort of response, she heard him chuckle, “Oh.  I see.  Do you want to have a little taste, Ranma?”' 

While the memory of that moment made Ranma's face burn with shame, it did help bring things into perspective.  No lust was clouding Ranma's thoughts this time and the silicone monstrosity pointed towards her, held within one of Nabiki's slim hands, was only an object in the end.  Still, the memory of sucking...of doing that to Daddy made her treacherous heart speed up.  Because of that, before Nabiki could insult or threaten her, Ranma's tongue crept out between her lips and licked the cylindrical tip.  

'It tastes...familiar?'

Confused by her initial assessment, Ranma dragged her tongue a little bit more thoroughly along the toy before confirming her initial thought.  It had a weird aftertaste and artificial texture that she compared unfavourably to Daddy's cock.  Much to her relief, it wasn't nearly as rigid and unyielding as she'd been expecting which hopefully meant the experience of...inserting it wouldn't be too traumatic.

“Ugh. Come on, Ranma-chan!” Nabiki's disgusted snort broke Ranma out of her silent musing.  “You need to have much more passion than that when sucking a cock!”

Ranma's blush returned full force as she stammered, “S-Sucking a c-coc-?!”

“Ooh, I know!” trilled Nabiki, cutting off Ranma in a devious voice.  “Why don't you pretend that you're sucking off Kenta oji-sama?”

An errant thought passed through Ranma's mind of what her face must have looked like going from bright red to deathly pale as the blood drained out of it.  

“W-Why w-would I pretend THA-MMFFH?!” Ranma's panicked shriek was cut off by Nabiki's hand slapping itself over her mouth.

“Yeesh! You need to learn to be quiet, Ranma-chan! We wouldn't want to wake up everyone else and have them walk in on us, now would we?” Ranma was trembling as Nabiki delivered her reminder/threat and withdrew the hand covering Ranma's mouth to let her speak.

“...No, Mistress...” rasped Ranma hollowly.  

“As to why I suggested you fantasize about Kenta oji-sama, well...I think that's obvious, right?” Ranma felt like she was going to throw up as Nabiki trailed off ominously.

'Play dumb! Play dumb! There's NO way she can know! She CAN'T!'

“W-What-Ack!” Ranma's throat was incredibly dry and she coughed a few times before starting again.  “What...do you mean?”

Nabiki laughed, high and sweet.  “Oh don't tell me you don't remember! After all, I caught and recorded you masturbating while calling out oji-sama's name!”

Pure relief washed over Ranma like a wave and the breath she didn't even realize she was holding was released.  

“Oh.  Right.  Um...” Ranma flailed around in her mind for more words to keep Nabiki from realizing that so much more had already happened since then.  “I...I didn't say his name!”

Nabiki snorted disbelievingly, “But you're not denying that you were thinking about Kenta oji-sama?”

“Guh!”

“Not that I can blame you, though.  I'd be much more judgmental if you were thinking about Kuno or Ryoga.  But Kenta oji-sama?” Nabiki sighed dreamily, “Now there's a man worth losing yourself over! With those big strong arms of his that can keep a girl safe and warm.  And that voice of his? Mmm!”

Ranma found herself absently nodding along as Nabiki continued to list off Daddy's good points in a tone that Ranma might have called lovestruck were it not for the fact that it was Nabiki.  But the way Nabiki was describing Daddy kept on painting a clearer and clearer picture of him in her mind's eye.  This had the dual effect of causing Ranma's breaths to come a little quicker and her gaze to fall upon the butt plug in front of her. 

“I bet he has a huge cock too.” whispered Nabiki in her ear, having at some point without Ranma's notice gotten off of her back.  Wiggling the toy in her hands for emphasis, Nabiki remarked in a disdainful tone, “Not like this, either.  Much bigger.”

“...Bigger...” repeated Ranma following the plug that Nabiki was waving hypnotically back and forth.

“Not to mention much thicker.” Nabiki was standing now and had placed the plug in between her legs like it was a real cock.

'But the real thing is much bigger after all...' Ranma's eyes were locked onto the plug and followed its ascent as Nabiki stood up.

Ranma clambered up onto her knees and instinctively took a deep breath as Nabiki gently slapped both sides of her face with the toy.  The smell of the plug was wrong but the scenario that Nabiki had been describing and the sexual tension that had been quickly building up within Ranma was causing her memories to be superimposed onto the present:

'“If it smells so bad to you, Ranma-chan, you could always clean it off in your mouth!” he taunted.'

“You want to be a good girl, don't you?” crooned Nabiki seductively and Ranma nodded with lidded eyes.  “Then beg.  Beg him to let you suck his cock.”

'I'm...I'm just playing along...' justified Ranma to herself, reasoning that Nabiki wouldn't let her go otherwise.

“P-Please...”

“Please...what? Be specific, Ranma!” said Nabiki sharply and caught Ranma's chin in a firm grip, preventing her from moving closer.

“Please...” Ranma swallowed heavily before continuing.  “Let me...suck your...c-cock.”

“Goood girl.” hissed Nabiki, thrusting her hips forward and pushing her cock Daddy's dick the toy into Ranma's mouth.

A part of Ranma's brain knew that what was in her mouth was just an object, but her body was already running on auto-pilot as if she were reliving the events of yesterday.  Ranma's tongue swirled around the odd tip of the toy, suckling on it briefly before pulling her head back with a distinct pop.  Her tongue flickered out to taste the underside and a frown graced her lips when she tasted only silicone and not the savoury saltiness that she had been subconsciously craving expecting.  

'Why the hell did Nabiki have to talk about Daddy like that?! This is humiliating enough as it is!'

“Eyes up, Ranma-chan!” demanded Nabiki who wore a sunny smile when Ranma complied with a glare.  “And let's see a nice biiig smile too! Every girl would be happy to be on their knees for Kenta oji-sama!”

'“I...love having Daddy's big...fat...cock slapping my...slutty face!”'

Ranma rubbed her thighs together at the mention of Daddy's name and the memory it invoked.  Almost as if it had its own will, Ranma's left hand drifted downwards towards her pussy and started to rub the cleft between her legs.  It was an action that unfortunately did not go unnoticed by Nabiki.

“Oooh! Looks like someone is feeling a little worked up!” tittered Nabiki which caused Ranma to freeze and start to remove her hand before Nabiki stopped her.  “No.  Keep going.  Rub your slutty little pussy and tell oji-sama how much you love sucking his big.  Fat.  COCK!”

“G~akgh! Ack! Mmph!”

Nabiki punctuated her last three words by thrusting the toy once more into Ranma's mouth and pushing it further until it hit the back of her throat.  The unexpected sensation had Ranma gagging briefly before she managed to adjust her breathing and take the next two prods much better.

“Go on, slut.  Tell him how big he is.  Tell him how good he feels in your mouth.” instructed Nabiki while lazily extracting the toy from her mouth so that she could speak.

“It...feels good – Ah!” Ranma squawked as Nabiki slapped her face with the plug.

“Jeez, Ranma-chan! “It” is so impersonal! You have to say oji-sama's name!” rebuked Nabiki.  “Here, I'll help you out.  Say: “Kenta-sama! I LOVE how big and manly your cock is! It feels soooo good in my mouth!””

Nervously, Ranma began to parrot back the words in a low voice: “K-Kenta-sama...I l-love how big and – Ah~nn!”

“You need to say it with passion, Ranma-chan!” scolded Nabiki playfully as she twisted one of Ranma's very stiff nipples through her tank top.

“Kenta-samAh!” Ranma gasped as Nabiki twisted her other nipple.

“And play with your pussy!” 

Schlii~iick!

“I loohhve how big...” Ranma's next words were distorted by a low moan as she slowly started to finger herself.  Nabiki's hand slipped under Ranma's top and started to directly fondle her right tit while gently rubbing her thumb over the nipple.

Schlick...! Schlick...! Schlick...! 

“Aahh~nnd manly your cock is!” Ranma was up to two fingers and gradually increasing how fast she was fingering herself.  The toy that was held just out of her reach was becoming more tantalizing by the second with every debaucherous word that passed Ranma's lips.

“Tell your Mistress how it feels, you little whore~” whispered Nabiki as she finally stopped moving the plug out of Ranma's reach.

Schlick...! Schlick...! Schlick...! 

'“Thaaat's it, you little slut! Take ALL of my cum like a good girl...! Daddy needs to feed his hungry little whore, after all!”' 

Schlick...! Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!

The memory of Daddy's semen flooding her throat surged to the forefront of her mind and overlapped with the sensation of her sucking on the toy currently occupying her mouth.  Three fingers were in her needy cunt now as Ranma started to masturbate in earnest  

“Ah~mm! It feeelssh sho! Good! Ah~nn...in mah mowf!” mumbled Ranma as she blew the poor stand-in for Daddy's fat cock.

Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!

“Now...” Ranma tensed as Nabiki spoke again in a low and imperious tone, “Show your Mistress how good you are as a cocksucker and take this whole thing down your throat.  Without choking.”

Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!

'Yeesssss!' thought Ranma deliriously, taking another deep breath and drawing ever closer to an orgasm.  Were this her first time doing this, Ranma would've had to stop playing with herself in order to swallow the whole thing.  However, her previous experience and the fact that this silicone knockoff was smaller than Daddy's cock, Ranma easily settled into the Amanchu Style breathing.  

Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!

'Pull back my head.  God this feels good...' Ranma's eyes were half-lidded as she tilted back her head and opened her mouth wide. 

Schlick...! Schlick...! Schlick!

'Tongue to the side to create a vacuum – Cum.  I want to cum. – and swallow the first third.' Her mind was split between employing the Art to her usual standard and satisfying the carnal needs of her body.  Ranma withdrew her fingers in favour of rubbing small circles over her clit and occasionally dipping a finger back into her cunt.  

Schlick...! Schlick...! Schlick!

'Cum.  Need to cum! – Take it deeper. –  So close! Almost there! – Breathe.  Repeat.' Ranma bobbed up and down on the disappointingly fake cock, getting a little bit more in her throat with every dip.  Meanwhile, Ranma's fingers were focusing more and more on her clit; the action sent out electric shocks of pleasure that had her toes curling with delight.

Schlick...! Schlick...! Schlick!

'“Cum for Daddy, Ranma!”'

'Yes! Yes! YES!'  

Schp! Schp! Schp!

“Mmmm...!” Ranma's eyes rolled upwards in her head as she took in the entirety of the toy and came at the same time.  Warm jets of her girlcum shot out of her quivering pussy and splashed onto her calves and thighs.

“Oh, my! I didn't know you liked cocksucking that much!” chuckled Nabiki, breaking Ranma out of her afterglow.  “How long can you keep yourself like that?”

“...Mmmrng mma mmeed mmu.  Itsh ahhm eashee 'eckneek.” replied Ranma unintelligibly, choosing to ignore her first comment and the hot shame building up inside of her.  

“Ah...Hah...Long as I need to.  It's an easy technique.” repeated Ranma, taking the moment to enjoy a fully open airway and switch back to her normal breathing pattern to properly answer.

Nabiki raised an eyebrow.  “This is a Martial Arts technique?”

“Yeah...It's just something that I picked up...” replied Ranma forlornly.  The wet feeling of sitting on her legs was a poignant reminder of what she had just done with the Art.

Nabiki looked incredulously at Ranma before bursting into laughter.  “Y-You came up with – Snrk! –  a t-technique – Hee! Hee! –  s-specifically designed – Ahahaha! – for sucking dick?!”

“NO!” shouted an absolutely mortified Ranma.

'Yes.' whispered her traitorous mind.

Nabiki grinned nastily and teased Ranma, prodding the slick surface of the plug against her cheek.  “Hehe! No: As in you learned a technique for cocksucking? Or, No: As in, someone taught you how to be one? Which is it, Ranma-chan~?”

“I just modified the Amanchu School of Deep Sea Combat! I didn't learn a technique specifically for...for that!” babbled Ranma with a beet-red face.  

'But I am a cocksucker.' 

““Amanchu”, you say?” Nabiki's eyes flashed with some unknown emotion as she posed the question to Ranma.

“Of Deep Sea Combat!” confirmed Ranma, stressing the last word to make sure that Nabiki knew that Ranma didn't go out of her way to learn some lewd technique.

'But I did create one.' 

“And you learned this from your overseas trip?” pressed Nabiki.

“No...? I picked it up in Yamaguchi when I got back to Japan.” Ranma was a little weirded out by Nabiki's questions, but talking about the Art was doing a decent job in calming herself down. 

“Yamaguchi, huh?” mused Nabiki with a satisfied smile that had Ranma's heartrate start creeping back up again.  “Turn around.”

“W-What?” said Ranma, caught off guard by the non-sequitur.

Nabiki rolled her eyes and twirled her index finger in a circular fashion.  “Turn around.  Get on all fours and lift that fat butt of yours up into the air.”

Ranma's eyes flickered toward the silicone plug held loosely in Nabiki's hand and uttered a soft, “...Oh.”

Following her gaze, Nabiki smirked and stroked the top of Ranma's head like she was a dog.  “Don't worry, Ranma-chan~” she started to say in the exact kind of tone that made Ranma worry, “You've been such a good girl for your Mistress that I'll make sure to go niiicee and slow~”

“I...I can do it myself, M-Mistress.” offered Ranma, wanting to be spared at least one humiliation.

Nabiki giggled and patted Ranma's head.  “I'm sure you could, sweetie.  Now be a good girl for your Mistress and turn around.”

Ranma slumped at the instant rejection and slowly began to turn around and assume the mortifying position her “Mistress” demanded.  Ranma stiffened when she felt Nabiki's hand on her butt, before relaxing a little when it was clear that she wasn't going to spank it.  She bit her lower lip to contain a moan as the older girl instead started to massage her ass.  Ranma shivered when she felt the clear impression of the butt plug on her other cheek as it was dragged ever so slowly across until it was prodding the entrance of-

“N-Not there, Mistress...!” gasped Ranma as she felt the toy spread apart her pussy lips.  

“Calm down, bitch.  Just getting some extra “lube”.” chuckled Nabiki as she removed the plug and languidly dragged it upwards until it was prodding Ranma's asshole.  “After all...The tip is always the worst part.”

The obvious sadistic relish in Nabiki's voice had Ranma tensing in fear.  This caused the plug to struggle against her now clenched asshole and start generating dull waves of pain.  Ranma expected Nabiki to shove it in anyway, regardless of the damage she'd cause.  Because of this expectation, Ranma was completely caught off guard when she instead felt something hot and wet slide across and into her pussy.

“Ohhh?!” 

“Mmm...Hehe! You taste better than I thought you would, Ranma-chan!” giggled Nabiki after licking Ranma's pussy.

Schlk! Schlk! Schlk!

“Ahh~nn! WhaHhtt are...youuUUu dooohing?!” panted Ranma as Nabiki stopped eating her out for a brief moment so as to start fucking Ranma's cunt with three fingers.

“Getting you to relax of course!” said Nabiki in a saccharine voice.  

“Mmh?!” cried out Ranma as a little bit of the plug slipped into her asshole.  

“How else am I supposed to fit - Ah~mm!”

Schlk! Sluu~rrp!

“NaaHbikiii...!” Ranma squealed out the older girl's name, forgetting to use her title as she became lost in the dual sensation of being licked and fingerfucked. 

Schlk! Sluu~rrp! Schlk! Schlk!

“-your – Hah...Mmm! – new toy!” continued Nabiki in between her noisy slurping. 

Ranma felt the plug get twisted and driven forward several centimetres after passing some sort of constriction.  She moaned at the unfamiliar sensation of her anus being filled and knew there was much more left to go as the plug reached another internal barrier.

“You're doing so well, Ranma-chan!”

Smack!

“Ahh?!” If the sensation of Ranma's ass being filled with a silicone rod was an odd one, then the sensation of the plug sliding out a little in response to being spanked was a disgustingly pleasurable one.  

“Oops! Let me just put that back in for you!” laughed Nabiki before proceeding to do just that and push the plug back in place while playing with her pussy.  

Schlk...! Schlk...! Schlk...!

“Oooh?! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Just one more push to go, slut, and you'll have this whooole thing in your ass!” snickered Nabiki.

Schlk! Schlk! Schlk! Schlk!

“Oh.  And try to keep the moaning down, will you? We wouldn't want the rest of the house to see you cumming like a total pervert from your ass, after all!” 

The sinister reminder managed to cut through the lust as she looked up fearfully at the door.  It was still shut, much to Ranma's relief, but with the way Nabiki was working on her lower body, there was no guarantee it would stay that way.

Schlk! Schlk! Schlk! Schlk!

“Mmm...!” Ranma clamped her mouth over her forearm, muffling her moans.  The slight shift in her position caused her to raise her ass just a bit higher in tandem with a push from Nabiki.

“Thaaat's it! Take it all, you fucking whore!” hissed Nabiki gleefully as the plug once more burst past another barrier and allowed the whole cylindrical mass to be buried in Ranma's guts.  It brought with it a sharp pain that took away some of Ranma's pleasure.  The pain was soon reduced to an afterthought thanks to Nabiki quickly rubbing Ranma's clit and pushing Ranma over the edge.

“Cum for me, slut! Cum while getting your asshole stuffed! Cum for Kenta-sama!”

Schp! Schp! Schp!

“MMMMPHH?!” 

Ranma's vision doubled as she went cross-eyed in the throes of her latest orgasm.  Her pussy gushed like a broken faucet as it spasmed and squirted out her love juices onto the floor.  Ranma's knees wobbled as the wave of pleasure travelled throughout her body and caused her to collapse floor as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm.  Ranma let out a weak moan as she felt her new butt plug get pushed inwards again from where it had slid out during her orgasm.  Ranma panted in her prone position as fatigue crept in from both the early hours and cumming twice.

“Oh? Looks like someone's all tuckered out! Where's all that vaunted martial arts stamina?” giggled Nabiki.  

“I'm...not tired...” protested Ranma, biting back a yawn.  

Nabiki laughed.  “I hope not! After all...” Her voice dipped into a more sinister vocal range that jolted Ranma back into a weary wakefulness with five simple words:

“...Today has only just started.”


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