Chapter 3 - Ignorance Is...

AN: So as one might expect from the Prologue, there won't be any sexy Ranma-chan stuff quite yet, that'll be more for next chapter.  And...not anything featuring Akane either, as I wanted to save her, [REDACTED], [REDACTED], [REDACTED] and of course [REDACTED]'s first times as their own separate side-stories.  The main story will be focusing on just Yuka, Kenta and Ranma as much as I can, but when the side-stories are finished, I will put links into the appropriate chapters for readers to get an alternate POV.  

In terms of sex scenes in this stupidly long chapter, there's a long one at the very end.  Hope y'all enjoy!


Chapter 3 – Ignorance Is...

 “Stupid old perv...when I get this thing cured, I'm really gonna let him have it!” muttered Ranma viciously as she flopped back onto Yuka's bed.  It was a nice light blue color spread thankfully, rather than the girly pink one she had expected and was also quite comfortable too.

 It also helped to distract Ranma from the fact that she was under this stupid Moxibustion again! Even worse was that the bastard had personally modified it so that not only was there no known cure, it also crippled Ranma's ability to manipulate chi entirely! 

 'Which means I can't rely on the [Hiryū Shōten Ha] this time...' Ranma held up a dainty hand in front of her face and clenched it angrily, hating how weak it looked before sighing and letting it fall to her side.  'Shampoo and the old ghoul went chasing after him...Ucchan got dragged off by her father somewhere...At least Akane's still around...'

 Well, not really.  The girl in question had gone down to help out Yuka and her old man.  

 While normally the thought of Akane being in the kitchen would have had Ranma running for the hills, her 'talent' for cooking was pretty well-known and Ranma at least trusted Yuka to have some basic self-preservation for food that she would have to eat as well.  Ranma had never really interacted too much with Yuka, but she and the other girls Akane surrounded herself with at school were nice enough.  

 Heck, considering they weren't trying to throw themselves on him or kill him, they were practically saints.  Yuka seemed to have a pretty good relationship with her father too, one that wasn't nearly as dysfunctional as the one she had with her dad.

 ...The same dad who had absconded with Akane's pop and fled the country out of fear for being attacked in retaliation by the Amazons for whatever their shitty master did.  

 “Tch.  Who needs 'em, anyway.  I'll be back on top soon enough...” she promised to herself with a scowl.  

 Sitting up, Ranma scanned the room idly for anything of interest to occupy her attention other than a pity party.  Yuka had a pretty plain room which, all things considered, kind of fit with what she thought of the girl herself.  There were little touches of personality here and there though that her keen eye picked up on.  

 Several photographs of a happy three-person family were set up through the tidy room, with each frame having a small stuffed bunny next to it.  A closet with a mirrored surface was partially opened, revealing several dresses, coats and shoes and was next to a small dresser decorated with a floral pattern.  Two bookshelves on either wall, one with boring school stuff and another far more interesting one with various novels, magazines and manga. Ranma's eyes lit up at the last set of objects and walked over to the shelf, scanning the various titles that Yuka owned.

 “'Codename: Sailor V'?” The cover had a blonde girl in a skimpy school girl uniform winking at the reader and brought to mind some weird rumours Ranma had heard of a 'real' superhero somewhere in Europe.  Ranma seriously doubted that any self-respecting hero, girl or not, would prance around in a skirt that short.  It was probably some romantic crap anyway.

 “Pass.” remarked Ranma as she looked at the single volume marked as 'Futaba-kun Change!' which also had a really girly looking cover.  Honestly, she probably should have expected that a girl who reads manga would only be reading the boring shojo stuff...?

 “Hm...'Gunnm', huh?” Surprise, surprise, there was another girl on the cover.  Although it was far more interesting than the last two in that it seemed like the 'girl' was actually a robot if the exposed metal body was any indication.  She flipped the comic to a random page and was treated with the rather brutal image of a large cyborg man getting pulped to death by an industrial trash compactor.

 “Whoa.” Ranma definitely found her distraction and flipped back to the beginning with a half-smile on her face.  She lost herself in the dystopic world of an Earth far in the future, overcrowded and polluted while following the struggle of the amnesiac Alita.  At some point, Ranma had walked back over to the bed and slid down to the floor until she rested against the side.  It was only when she reached the last page of a pretty sad ending, that she looked up at the clock and the still empty room with confusion.

 “They sure are taking their time...” Closing the book, she stood up and replaced it on the shelf before moving to the door.

 “Oh!” Yuka jumped slightly as she opened the door, holding a heavy-looking tray laden with fruits, dango, senbei, mochi and two mugs of a milky-white tea.  “Hey, Ranma-kun! Thanks for getting the door!” laughed Yuka cheerfully.

 She walked into the room with the tray and kicked the door closed behind her, though not before Ranma heard some muffled sounds from downstairs.

 Thump...Thump...Thump...Thump...

 “Ah...! Ah...! Ah...! Yes...! More...Please...”

 ...She wasn't exactly sure what it was though as it was pretty quiet and was more interested in the food had just set down on her desk.  Yuka plucked two sticks of the dango slathered with a creamy white sauce she had been eyeing and held one out to her.  

 “Enjoy!” chirped Yuka, before popping one of the dango into her mouth and chewing with evident delight.  

 “Oooh! Thanks!” Honestly, the smell it was giving off was kind of off-putting, but seeing the clear relish that Yuka had for the treat bolstered Ranma's confidence.  

 Still...Akane was in the kitchen and even if she didn't have anything to do with the food prep, Ranma couldn't discount the thought of her horrid cooking abilities somehow rubbing off onto the snacks.  Thus, it was with caution that Ranma only took one of the dangos in her mouth, instead of devouring the entire thing in a flash like usual.

 The taste was...a little unusual, but it was far from the terrible taste that she had been afraid of.  The dumpling base was sweet and tasted like any other dango, if perhaps a bit less chewy (though she considered that a plus), but the sauce was...an odd choice.  Ranma was expecting a tangy and possibly sweet syrup rather than the slightly salty and bitter sticky and thick sauce.  Overall, it wasn't terrible, but it wasn't exactly amazing either – ranking somewhere in the middle of all the dango she could ever remember eating.  Perhaps a little lower than average.  

 At the very least, it didn't dissuade Ranma from continuing to eat more of it.

 “How is it?” Ranma's attention was caught by Yuka who was nearly finished with her own dango and was watching Ranma like a hawk.  

 'Ah crap.  Is she the one who made this? It definitely wasn't Akane, considering it's edible, but it wasn't the best I've ever had either.  If I say it's only okay, will she get mad?' thought Ranma frantically.

 “I'm not going to bite your head off if you don't like it, Ranma-kun.” chuckled Yuka, popping another dango into her mouth.

 “I didn't think you would do that!” lied Ranma hastily, though Yuka only rolled her eyes.  “It's just that the dango...well, the sauce really...”

 “Yes...?” she began hesitantly.

 “It's...” 'Don't chicken out!...But...what if she cries...?!' “...okay?”

 'AHHHHH! YOU IDIOT!' 

 Ranma flinched and prepared for the incoming blow, knowing full well what even someone who wasn't martially trained could do to her now.  A few seconds went by with nothing seemingly happening before Ranma lowered her arms to see a rather bemused Yuka.  
 
 “I'm not going to hit you if you didn't like it, Ranma-kun.” reassured Yuka in a gentle tone of voice.

 Ranma smiled back hesitantly and let her shoulders sag with easing tension before Yuka took a few quick steps forward into her personal bubble.  “Or will I?” she hissed dangerously.

 “Eep!” squealed Ranma gave out a very manly cry of surprise before rallying herself and glared at Yuka who burst into delighted laughter.

 “You're way more different than how you act at school...” muttered Ranma.

 “S-sorry! Sorry! It was a bad joke!” apologized Yuka, still slightly snickering.  She held out a mug of tea for him and some mochi with a mollifying smile, “Peace offering? I can try and scrounge up something else for you if you really didn't like it.”

 Ranma slowly shook her head and accepted the drink and mochi with a small grin, “N'aw...ya' got me good...” She popped the mochi into her mouth and finished with a hearty gulp of the tea, “But...I'll be getting you back for that.” she promised with a smirk.

 “Because Ranma Saotome doesn't lose?” asked Yuka with a raised eyebrow as she plopped onto the desk chair and raised her own mug to her lips.

 “That's right!” preened Ranma.

 Yuka rolled her eyes good-naturedly and gestured for her to sit down and relax, “Well try not to do in front of my father.  He's as protective of me as you are of Akane-chan~”

 Ranma stumbled slightly at the last teasing remark and turned her face away so Yuka wouldn't see her cheeks lighting up.  “S-Speaking of A-Akane, uh, where is she anyway?”

 “Akane-chan? Daddy needed some help with moving stuff.  Hammering things in and the like.” Yuka crossed her legs and leaned against her chair while slowly sipping her tea.  Ranma followed suit enjoying the warmth of the drink over the odd and slightly unpleasant taste.  She was feeling a little bit warmer and fidgeted slightly as Yuka's gaze rested on her.  

 “Stuff?”

 “He works in construction and general repairs around Nerima and has a bunch of heavy stuff downstairs in storage.  I figured it would be better that Akane was the one helping him instead of...”

 Ranma grimaced, averting her gaze as Yuka trailed off with a sad and pitying look towards her.  When Akane had brought up the idea of telling her friends about Ranma's...state, she had been completely against it.  But as the days went on with no actual solution to the Moxibustion presenting itself, the notion of having a chance to actually relax became more and more appealing.  

 “Right.  Not like I'd be much help there.” said Ranma morosely.

 To be known as someone who was completely powerless still hurt, though.

 “It's going to be okay, Ranma-kun.” The sheer amount of confidence in Yuka's voice had Ranma looking up from her mug and towards the smiling teen.  “Things are bad now, but...but! Soon, very soon, things will be better! You and Akane-chan are going to be much happier – I'm sure of it!”
 
 Ranma couldn't stop the small, appreciative smile from forming on her lips and softly chuckled, “Where's all this confidence even coming from?”

 “The food.” replied Yuka instantly.

 Ranma snorted and cheekily said, “The sauce could definitely use some work, so it can't be that.”

 Yuka gasped dramatically and placed a hand over her heart, “To say something like that about the special cream that my Daddy and I worked so hard on?! How cruel!”  

 Now that she was feeling more at ease with Yuka, Ranma felt safe at rolling her eyes at the girl's theatrics and was vindicated when she started giggling.  “So, what exactly are we doin' today? Akane said we were going to hit up Juuban, but that's all.”

 “Ranma-kun...what exactly did you think we were going to do today?” asked Yuka with traces of amusement.

 “Well...y'know...girly things...”

 “Such as...what, exactly? I'd really love to know what your idea of 'girly things' are.” giggled Yuka and then added with an encouraging smile, “I promise I won't get offended.” She paused to take a sip, “Or tell Akane.” 

 Ranma couldn't stop the small giggle from escaping her lips at the last thing blushing hard over how girly she sounded.   “A-Ah.  T-thanks for that.”

 Her eyes twinkled merrily, “Anytime!” There was a slight pause before Yuka leaned forward and prompted her with an inquisitive smile, “Soooo~? What does Ranma Saotome think a 'Girls' Day Out' is like?”

 Feeling somewhat self-conscious, Ranma nonetheless answered Yuka in a small voice, “Shopping for clothes...Going to – ugh – salons.  And, uh, painting each other's nails?  Stuff like that.”

 Yuka laughed, “So basically a stereotypical day, huh?”

 Ranma huffed and folded her arms underneath her chest while expertly hiding the wince as her...her...nipples brushed against her shirt.  They were feeling weirdly sensitive, or at least more so than usual and it was starting to get a bit distracting.  In an effort to better ignore the strange sensation, she retorted with a bit more irritation than she intended.

 “It's not like I would know what girls normally do in their time off!”

 “That's fair!” chuckled Yuka, “If it helps, you can think of this as a learning experience!”

 Luckily, Yuka wasn't offended by her tone, or at least she didn't show any overt signs of it.  

 'I wonder how a violent tomboy ended up being friends with a girl that's basically her exact opposite...' mused Ranma in the safety of her own mind.  The healthy flush to the girl's cheeks and rather cute smile made Ranma re-evaluate that Yuka wasn't Akane's exact opposite.  

 “Please enlighten me then, Yuka-sensei” drawled Ranma.

 “Keep that tone of yours and I might just have to spank your naughty butt, Missy!” threatened Yuka with a teasing smile that...didn't quite reach her eyes.

 “R-Right.  S-sorry!” hastily apologized Ranma, scowling a bit when Yuka looked disappointed.  

 “Darn.  Maybe next time, then?” she asked with a playful smile.  

 She chuckled when Ranma rapidly shook her head, “Anyway, to answer your earlier question, we'll probably do what we normally do when hanging out.  Browse through a few stores that catch our eyes – not just clothing, mind you – I  personally want to go to the bookstore for a bit.  Probably argue a bit of where we eat lunch.  Oh! We're also definitely going to hit up the arcade and go to an ice-cream parlour afterwards.”

 'That...Huh...'

 “That...actually doesn't sound that bad...” remarked Ranma with surprise.  

 “We should all have a good time today...” Yuka trailed off and gave Ranma an awkward look, “Provided one of your...rivals? Doesn't show up and make a mess of things.”

 Yuka hastily waved her arms to explain herself further before Ranma could interject, “Not that I'm saying you shouldn't come! You should! We all want to have a good time and that shouldn't be ruined by a couple of crazies!”

 Slightly mollified, Ranma said, “So what you're saying...is what?”

 Yuka took a moment and seemed to collect her thoughts before she answered.  “I was thinking that if you looked more like one of the girls, you wouldn't stand out so much? It would put my Daddy more at ease too!” 

 While Ranma wrinkled her nose distastefully at the implied suggestion, the thought of it easing Yuka's father's worries was understandable and took much of the bite out of her retort:  “Ya' want me to wear a dress?”

 “Or at least something that isn't stained with tea-” Ranma had to concede that that was also a fair point when Yuka continued as her eyes trailed towards her chest, “-and something to wear under it.”

 Ranma felt her face lighting up with a crimson blush and was sure that it was as red as her hair now.

 “A-as i-in wearing u-un-under-?” choked Ranma, unable to even finish that horrid sentence.  Her hands balled into fists and she shook her head violently, “No way! Absolutely not! Why can't I just wear the dress?!”

 She had worn girl's clothes before, but the only time Ranma had ever managed to wear female underwear was with the [Soul of Ice].  Thanks to her current state, Ranma was unable to access that particular technique.

 “Ranma-chan...Have you...noticed what's poking through your shirt?” asked Yuka delicately.

 Perhaps it was the usage of the suffix or Yuka's careful demeanour and tone of voice – whatever it was, it temporarily halted Ranma's anger and had her looking downwards.  Ranma felt the blood drain from her face when she saw two very stiff nipples being clearly outlined through her red silk shirt. 

 “What the hell?!” shrieked yelped Ranma, hastily covering up her breasts with her hands, “How long have they been like this?!”

 “For a couple of minutes now.” answered Yuka cheerfully, looking far too amused.

 “And you didn't tell me?!”
 
 “I'm telling you now, aren't I? That's why I brought it up before we left the room.” Yuka answered with a shrug and gave her a sly smile, “I certainly never thought you would get so excited talking to me, Ranma-chan.  Should Akane be worried?”
 
 “E-E-Exc-cited?” stammered Ranma confusedly.

 “You don't know?” said Yuka with a very surprised expression on her face, “Ranma-chan, dear, has anyone bothered to explain to you how a woman's body even works?”

 “I know how it works! Tofu taught me the basics at least!” snapped Ranma, wilting almost instantly when Yuka's expression darkened.

 “I am just trying to help you.  Please do not raise your voice like that again.” stated Yuka evenly.

 “I...I-I'm s-sorry...I didn't mean...!” apologized Ranma meekly, flinching a bit when Yuka stood up from her seat and walked over to her with a raised hand.  She relaxed in the next breath as Yuka started to gently stroke her hair.

 “There, there...Shhh...I'm sorry too, Ranma-chan...” soothed Yuka and brought up Ranma's half-finished tea to her lips.  “Drink this, sweetie, a warm drink will make you feel better...”

 “...'m not a child...” mumbled Ranma querulously, though the idea of a soothing drink sounded nice and she opened her mouth to allow Yuka to tip it in.  She still didn't like the taste of the tea, but the warmth that remained in the liquid went down her throat pleasantly enough.

 “No, but you are my friend – or at least, I'd hope we're friends.” amended Yuka as she continued to pet and feed Ranma, “And I'm sorry I upset you.”

 The blush on Ranma's cheeks were now one of pleasant enjoyment rather than embarrassment (or at least it wasn't solely due to that anymore) as Yuka comforted her.  It was an unfortunately rare experience for Ranma to be treated in this manner by someone who didn't have romantic inclinations towards her.  Considering what the last couple of days had been like for her, it was nice to have a moment like this with someone who knew Ranma's secret and didn't judge her for it.  

 “S'okay...You were just tryin' to help me out...”  

 Yuka softly laughed and said with a slightly mischievous tone, “I don't like making cuties like you and Akane sad, after all.”

 “Of course.” snorted Ranma before smiling hesitantly towards Yuka, “Thanks...”
 
 “Feeling better?” Ranma nodded and Yuka pulled away from her and struggled to keep a disappointed expression from appearing on her face as the petting stopped.  “So...even though you know the basics, I'll stop the teasing and say that girls' can usually keep their arousal pretty well hidden depending on what they're wearing.”

 Ranma squirmed in place as Yuka bluntly delivered her point and tried offering up a solution that didn't end up with her wearing female underwear: “Can't I just grab some hot water?”  

 “I mean...I suppose you could come along with us in your guy form if it's that bad.” pondered Yuka thoughtfully, “But it would look pretty awkward for a boy to be walking around with a rather obvious erection...”

 Were Ranma completely insane, she would admit that her original form's...slightly less than average size erection could be quite easily concealed.  However, Ranma did not possess the genetics of a Kuno and so she did the smart thing and kept her mouth shut.  

 Unfortunately for Ranma, keeping silent wasn't exactly the smartest option either in the face of Yuka's musings who arrived at her own conclusion.

 “Oh! Unless you have a very small penis! Then it'd be okay!” proclaimed Yuka cheerfully. 

 “That's not it!” denied Ranma hotly and quickly added before Yuka could press Ranma on her own assertion, “Look it doesn't matter! I'll just stay as a girl!”

 “Are you sure?” asked Yuka doubtfully and Ranma hesitantly nodded, causing the girl to brighten up.  “That's great!”

 “If you say so...” muttered Ranma, squeaking a bit as a laughing Yuka gave her a quick hug.
 
 “I do say so and besides...” Yuka sat up from the bed and strode over to her dresser and quickly dug through it.  “Real men wouldn't care what they were wearing.”

 The slight buoy to her confidence at Yuka's words took a rather harsh blow when she turned around holding two white undergarments.  Much to Ranma's relief, they weren't frilly or skimpy pieces as some of the things that Nabiki and Happosai had tried to trick her into wearing.  Her thought processes on how exactly she had gotten into this situation halted upon Yuka's next words.

 “Right, then! Strip!” ordered Yuka.

 “R-Right h-here?! In front of you?!”

 Yuka giggled, “It's not like you got anything that I haven't seen on my own body, Ranma-chan.” She hesitated and then looked over Ranma's body with an evaluating eye, “Wait.  Do you-?”
 
 “I don't!” 

 “Great! Take off your clothes then, please!” The order had changed to a request, but the glint in Yuka's eyes suggested otherwise.
 
 'Real men wouldn't care what they were wearing...It's just underwear, Ranma.  Come on! Man up!'

 Psyching herself up, Ranma slowly stood up from the bed and started to divest herself of all of her clothes sans her current underwear.  

 “You really do have a gorgeous body, Ranma-chan.” exhaled Yuka with genuine admiration and just a hint of jealousy.  

 Ranma's blush at the earnest compliment could have lit up the room with how red she was and she could only awkwardly say, “I-I guess.”

 Yuka shook her head with disbelief, “'I guess', she says.  You are a beautiful woman, Ranma!” Ranma opened her mouth to protest against the 'woman' remark before Yuka bulldozed on, “Now let's get you into some proper underwear!”

 Yuka proudly displayed a large white bra and a pair of panties.
 
 “Oh, come on! I don't need to wear that, do I?!” Ranma pointed an accusing finger towards the panties.

 “Well, I did say you needed to look the part right? I have an outfit that would fit you and I don't want it getting stained by those gross undies you're wearing right now.” explained Yuka patiently.

 “...Stained?”

 Ranma followed Yuka's gaze and grimaced at the darkened stains on her briefs that were still slightly damp to the touch.  Ranma's choice of fabric in her clothing tended to repel water (for obvious reasons), but the same couldn't be said for her underwear.  The tea that had caused this entire debacle in the first place had most likely seeped down underneath her shirt and soaked into the only material that wouldn't wick it off.  A slightly sticky sensation could be felt on her fingers from where she had touched the stains.     

 “Milk tea...?” 

 “Not as good as the one we've been drinking and much less sticky.” confirmed Yuka.  She went to say in a reassuring voice, “It's just a piece of cloth, Ranma-kun and it's not like you're going to be wearing pretty underwear all the time.”

 “I...”

 “Please?” implored Yuka earnestly.

 “...Okay...” agreed Ranma meekly, smiling a bit when Yuka beamed happily at her.

 “Okay!” Yuka held up the bra, “Let's start with this! Hopefully it fits you as you're  bigger than I am, but I got this a month ago hoping that I'd...well...grow into it?”

 Yuka blushed and gave Ranma a shy grin and the sight of her own embarrassment from divulging that information made Ranma feel a little better.  She still couldn't quite contain the grimace on her face when Yuka held up the bra to her eyes.  

 “Arms up, please.  Just slide them through these straps – That's it!” Yuka coached Ranma through the intimate process, not knowing that Ranma was unfortunately passingly familiar with the required motions.  

 Doing this without the [Soul of Ice] wasn't as bad as she had thought and privately admitted that the soft material of the bra felt nice against her breasts.  The sensation and new perspective was distracting enough that Ranma didn't even realize she was already hooking up the bra behind her back with mechanical motions using her unrivalled muscle memory until Yuka gave a cute gasp.

 “Oh, wow, Ranma-chan! I thought you'd need help with the hooks for sure!” Ranma stiffened as she realized what she had just done and nervously looked over her shoulder at Yuka.  The girl had a rather satisfied smile on her face and a warm look of approval towards Ranma.  

 Ranma let out the breath she had been holding when no further inquiry came and instead: “I'm going to pop out of the room for a bit, Ranma-kun, and get you a washcloth for your...” Yuka gestured towards Ranma's...nether regions.  

 Ranma squeaked out an answer, still feeling a bit mortified over what she had just done in front of Yuka.  The girl simply smiled and dropped the panties she had been holding in Ranma's hand before walking out of the room...

 Thump...Thump...Thump...Thump...

 “Ha~ahh...Ahh~nn...Mahhssteerr...!”

 “P-Please...M-me...too...!”

 ...and closing it behind her.

 There were some sounds from downstairs that didn't really register to Ranma as she focused on the very soft pair of fabric in her left hand.  There was a strange sort of anticipation building up within Ranma as she stared at the panties, a heart-pounding sensation from the thought that she would soon be knowingly and willingly sliding them up her legs.  Ranma gently shifted the panties between her fingers, before tentatively unfolding them to examine it properly.  They were...around the same size as the underwear she was already wearing and that helped calm her down slightly. 

 'I'm wearing a bra...I'm going to put on panties and then a dress to go have a Girl's Day Out...So, why...Why doesn't it feel as bad as it should?'

 Ranma didn't know how long she was wrestling with these confusing thoughts and only came back to lucidity when the door creaked open.  A jolt of fear went through Ranma's heart and she quickly covered up her breasts with one hand and bunched the panties in the other.  

 “Sorry I took so long, Ranma-kun! I wanted to check in with Daddy and Akane-chan.” chirped Yuka apologetically as she quickly closed the door holding a moist pink washcloth.  “Sayuri is finally here, too! No Asami-chan or Hiroko-chan, though.  Seems like their parents were pretty steamed at them for bombing that quiz the other day." 

 As Ranma's pounding heart relaxed into a more normal rhythm, Yuka held out the damp cloth on her palm and asked teasingly, “Want me to clean you up, Ranma-kun~?”

 “N-No t-thanks.” refuted Ranma shakily after snatching the washcloth off her hands.

 Yuka simply laughed, before putting her hands over her eyes.  “You're so shy, Ranma-kun! Tell me when you're finished, then!”

 Silently thankful that Yuka was considerate enough to cover her eyes for what was easily one of the most embarrassing things she had ever done, Ranma got to work.  That being said, cleaning herself in silence as she finished stepping out of her underwear with a pretty girl in the room wasn't exactly doing wonders for Ranma's mental state.

 “S-So, Sayuri-san is h-here?” 
 
 “Uh-huh! Daddy welcomed her in and gave her something to eat.”

 “More of that weir – er – I mean, unique sauce?”

 “Hehe! Yup! All of us girls really like it and even you don't mind it that much, right?”

 “I...I guess.”

 “Awww...I was hoping it'd grow on you more than that...” said Yuka with a dejected tone.   

 “It...is growing on me, I suppose...”

 “Soooo, if I maybe worked on the recipe a bit, I could get your opinion on it and see if it improves?”

 Ranma perked up, “As in...I would be getting free food?”

 Yuka giggled, “If you play your cards right, maybe I can see about even getting you stuffed with a nice hunk of meat.”

 'Free food by acting as a taste tester? Sign me up!'

 “Sure!”

 “It's a deal then! By the way, are you done cleaning yourself up yet?”

 “Huh? Oh, yeah.”

 “Great!” Yuka immediately dropped the hands covering her eyes and got a full view of Ranma's vagina.  “Huh.  I guess red is your natural color after all.”

 Ranma flushed and cried out while covering herself, “Hey!”

 With a rather unrepentant grin, Yuka winked at her and gestured towards the bundle in her hand.  “Still nothing that I haven't seen before, Ranma-chan~ You going to put those on anytime soon?”

 “Totally different to how you act at school...” grumbled Ranma as she unfolded the crumpled panties.  A brief moment of consideration had her also turning around so that she wouldn't be giving Yuka another free show-

 “Wow! You've got such a great butt!”

 -which didn't exactly succeed in that regard.  

 Still, at least this way she couldn't see Ranma's face as she slowly pulled the panties up her smooth legs.  The sensation of the soft fabric sliding against her skin until it was snugly pulled up to her vagina was a disturbingly pleasant feeling.

 “Feels nice, right?” whispered Yuka into her ear.  Ranma froze, not wanting to say or do anything that would be a confirmation of the other girl's words.  “Much better than that icky boy underwear, don't you think?”

 'It's only because of this body...Nothing else!'

 When Ranma continued to maintain her silence, Yuka simply gave a low chuckle.  “I suppose that's a bit too embarrassing to ask, but I will say that it's not wrong to enjoy wearing feminine underwear.  No matter who you are.”  

 'Is that...really true...? Is she implying...?!' 

 Before she could delve into that dangerous tangent, Yuka softly patted her shoulder and trotted over to her closet to sift through the various outfits it contained.  With a small exclamation of triumph, Yuka pulled out a coat-hanger bearing a two-piece outfit and held it up to Ranma's chest with a critical eye.

 “Yes...this should work nicely, I think!” announced Yuka with a pleased smile.

 As far as girly clothes that she had had to wear before, it wasn't the worst that Ranma had ever worn.  Much like the underwear she was now sporting, the outfit itself wasn't a skimpy number nor did the material look like it was particularly thin.  It consisted of a ruffled baby-blue blouse and a light pink skirt that looked as if it would go down to her knees.

 “I guess...” Even if Ranma didn't really have a problem with the outfit itself, she sure as hell wasn't going to make that clear to Yuka.

 ...That being said, the amused glimmer in Yuka's eyes didn't really give Ranma a lot of hope that she had succeeded in that endeavour.  Choosing not to dwell on that, Ranma instead focused on just quickly dressing herself, much to Yuka's evident delight.

 “This looks great on you, Ranma-kun! Can you do a quick twirl for me?” asked Yuka giddily.
 
 Amused at her excitability and seeing no harm with the request, Ranma performed the action with her usual grace.  Yuka gave a small cheer and praised her, “So cute!”

 '...Take the compliment.'

 “Thanks.  We all set to go, then?”

 “Yes!” confirmed Yuka, before she paused and reconsidered, “Maybe? I do want to change your hairstyle, if that's okay with you?”

 Ranma frowned and fingered her favoured braid, “What's wrong with my hair?”

 “Nothing! I just think you would look just as nice with another style and...” she paused and then looked at Ranma sheepishly, “...Your hair looks really soft and I wanted to brush it.”

 Ranma quirked an eyebrow at her and then shrugged, “I don't think it's anything that special, but I'm okay with – whoa!”

 The second she had acquiesced, Yuka quickly grabbed Ranma by her hand and sat her on the bed in a flurry of motion.  With dexterous movements, Yuka's fingers quickly unravelled her braid and then ran her slender fingers delicately through Ranma's scalp and hair, freeing any loose tangles she found.  Ranma found the grooming to be a very relaxing experience, as she was very gentle with the brush and had even started humming a little tune.  

 In fact, the entire thing had her in a good enough mood that she felt no harm in indulging in Yuka's next request by the end of the brushing.     

 “Alright.  What is it?” sighed Ranma with a slightly amused smile.  The slight fidgeting she was doing told Ranma that Yuka wanted to do something else.

 “Last thing, I promise! Pinky swear!” Ranma rolled her eyes in good humour and gestured for Yuka to go on.  “Can I put a little bit of lip gloss on you?”

 “I dunno how I feel about puttin' on lipstick-” hedged Ranma before Yuka cut her off with a laugh.

 “Lip gloss is different, Ranma-kun.  It just makes your lips look...well...glossy! I'm wearing some right now!” Yuka pointed towards her own lips and now that she was looking for it, they did seem to have a rather shiny appearance to them and didn't have any obvious color to them.

 “...As long as it's just that...” permitted Ranma after a few moments of consideration, earning a happy squeal from Yuka that had her chuckling a bit.

 “Now because your lips are a little chapped, I'm gonna put on some balm first, before putting on the gloss, which should stay for a good while considering...” 

 Ranma zoned out as Yuka started to chatter about stuff that sounded like complete nonsense to her.  Luckily, this was something that didn't require her active participation and was a rather quick process too.  She was, however, rather pleased when Yuka pulled her off of the bed and presented Ranma's finished appearance to her in the mirror.  Ranma's natural looks, male or female, were always quite good in her opinion, but there was no denying that taking the time to brush up on her appearance made for a pretty good result.

 “Say 'Ahhh...'.” Yuka came up behind her while Ranma was admiring evaluating her appearance with a few balls of mochi in her hand, proffering one to Ranma's mouth who accepted it easily while feeling somewhat in a daze.  “Do you see her, Ranma-chan? Do you see that gorgeous redhead in the mirror?” 

 “She look so pretty, doesn't she?” said Yuka, not waiting for a response and instead pushing another ball of mochi as soon as Ranma had swallowed the last one.

 “I'm – She's – not...me though...” protested Ranma weakly.

 “Ranma-kun is a cute boy, but Ranma-chan is a lovely girl.  And there's nothing wrong with a girl thinking that she looks good.” Another ball of mochi went into her mouth, though Ranma was more aware of it's taste now for some reason.

 “Even if she will never admit it, I know Akane-chan thinks you look pretty in this form.” Ranma found herself nodding at that as she had seen more than once Akane giving her female form some jealous looks.  Being on the receiving end of those looks had made Ranma rather uncomfortable, but Yuka's earnest praises and s̷̲͂ọ̷͒m̷̬̒ȇ̵̱t̴̮̂h̴̡̚i̵̜̿n̷͍̐g̵̥͘ else? stirred a small feeling of pride within herself.

 'I feel like I'm missing...something...' Ranma's brow furrowed slightly, but before she could go further with that thought, Yuka continued to feed and talk to her.

 “I know my Daddy would definitely love how you look, right now.” purred Yuka as Ranma absentmindedly chewed on the last of the food and actually found the salty taste coating it to be slightly less unpleasant now.  

 “Maybe...” A strange heat suffused Ranma's body as she thought of Yuka's old man complimenting her looks.  The embarrassment and mortification she felt from men leering at her was still there, but there was also the hint of another nebulous feeling mixed in with it now.

 What exactly was it?

 “...Well...just remember to thank Daddy when he does compliment you, okay?” sighed Yuka with a somewhat disappointed expression.  “I'm gonna go and check if the girls are all set to go too while I'm putting your boy clothes into the wash.”

 Ranma nodded absently as Yuka slipped away and left the room once again, taking a moment to silently contemplate her own reflection.  Ranma had never put much stock in her own appearance and Genma had only reinforced that opinion by saying that real men don't spend their time primping in the mirror.  But then again, the Ranma in the mirror was very clearly a female and she did like how she appeared to herself.  

 However, that was as far as it went, she still liked girls and still thought the idea of guys being attracted to her to be incredibly creepy like Kuno or...

 '“I̶ ̴k̶n̷o̵w̸ ̶m̵y̴ ̸D̵a̵d̵d̷y̷ ̴w̵o̷u̵l̵d̵ ̶d̴e̴f̶i̸n̴i̷t̸e̷l̶y̶ ̸l̷o̴v̸e̷ ̴h̵o̶w̴ ̵y̵o̷u̸ ̴l̵o̷o̵k̷,̵ ̶r̵i̵g̸h̸t̷ ̸n̶o̸w̶.”'

 ...other people...?

 Ranma shook her head in the mirror and said aloud, “I'm still me...I'm still Ranma Saotome...! But...” she stretched a hand out and touched the glass, “I like how this me looks and that's...that's not wrong...!”

 She was still the best after all and it only made sense that both of her forms looked the part, even if it took a little bit of extra prep time for her girl half to reach that same level of awesome.    

 Ranma half-expected Yuka to reappear upon finishing that little bout of self-reflection, but unfortunately, nothing convenient like that happened.  Instead, she took the time to walk around in her new clothes and reluctantly admitting to herself that her breasts felt better when they weren't rubbing against shifting fabric.  The jury was still out and would always be out on the soft panties she was wearing and reassuring herself that such a thing was only temporary.  Ranma ignored any treasonous thoughts she had about other situations (such as her curse) that she thought would be brief too and instead wandered back over to the bookshelf for a distraction.

 Before she could scan for something to read, the door opened and Yuka poked her head in.  “Hey! We're all set to go! Do you mind bringing the tray down with you?”

 “What? Oh, sure!” Luckily for Ranma, the Moxibustion was kind of arbitrary in terms of how it sapped her strength and the whole 'As weak as a baby.' wasn't exactly accurate.  In terms of fights, Ranma would always be on the losing end, but when it came to small tasks such as this, she was perfectly capable.  

 They were small victories, but she'd take whatever she could.

 Ranma couldn't help but give a tiny, triumphant smile to Yuka when she lifted the tray easily enough, who returned the gesture with a bright smile of her own.  The two made their way downstairs where Akane, Sayuri and Yuka's father were chatting near the base of.  Akane and Sayuri had cheeks that were flushed and slightly dishevelled appearances that Ranma figured was from helping out Kenta-ojisan.

 Though, it was a little weird that Kenta had his arms around their shoulders, but the two didn't show any signs of discomfort whatsoever if the happy expressions they were sporting were any indication.  Which was a little odd considering that Akane didn't seem particularly enthused when talking to the guy.  A large thumb brushed the corner of Akane's mouth and wiped away what looked like a short curly hair, before it was flicked off towards the ground.   

 They all turned towards Ranma and Yuka as they came down and Akane's eyes widened slightly as she took in Ranma's appearance.  “What are you...?”

 “Doesn't she look great?!” gushed Yuka.

 “Yes...she does.” said Akane slowly, with an almost...scornful tone to her voice.   Before Ranma could address it, Sayuri and Kenta-ojisan chimed in with their own opinions on her look.

 “You look great, Ranko-chan!” praised Sayuri, evidently still not aware that Yuka's old man was in on her secret already, which was something she definitely appreciated.

 For his part, the man gave Ranma an amused, but very appreciative glance that had her blushing and shyly looking away for some reason.  “I'm guessing my daughter had something do with your new look? Either way, you look beautiful...Ranko-chan.”

 “T-Thank you ojisan...” said Ranma quietly, earning an approving smile from Yuka when she caught the other girl's eye.  “Yuka was the one who helped me out, though.”

 Kenta gave a low chuckle and looked fondly at his daughter, “She is talented, my little Yuka.”

 Yuka blushed and exclaimed happily, “Thanks, Daddy!”

 “You're welcome, Princess.  And thank you, Ranko-chan, for bringing the tray back down.  Did you enjoy the food?” asked Kenta with a speculative gleam in his eye.

 “O-Oh, y-yeah! I-It was g-great, ojisan! Thank you!” blurted out Ranma, unsure as to why she was stuttering so much around the man.

 “Is that so, Ranko? You liked it that much?” hummed Akane with a disdainful look, most likely knowing that she was lying about her opinion on the food.  

 “Er...Y-Yeah?” lied Ranma and did her best to avoid meeting Akane's eyes while doing so.

 Akane gave her a dismissive snort and turned towards Kenta with a half-smile, “I guess you were right Da-” Akane coughed, “-ah, Kenta-ojisan...”

 “Not entirely, I think.” was Kenta's equally perplexing reply before he looked at Ranma with a kind smile, “Do you want me to put that in the kitchen, Ranko-chan? Then you girls can go and enjoy your Saturday.”

 “N-No, I got it.” assured Ranma, not wanting to look weak in front of the man.

 “You're such a good girl, Ranko-chan.  Please put the tray next to the sink and rinse out the cups, then.” Ranma winced at the 'girl' comment, but knew that he was only doing it for Sayuri's benefit.  She could've brought it up, but that would've meant a whole new embarrassing conversation and Ranma would rather just grin and bear it for now.

 Quickly walking past a grinning Akane and Sayuri, Ranma made her way into the kitchen where-

 “...such a sissy.”

 -what sounded like Akane's voice was overshadowed by the sudden assault on her senses.  There was a cloying smell permeating the entire kitchen that made Ranma's head feel a little fuzzy as she stepped into the room.  It smelled alot like the leftover bits of food on the tray she held, if much more pungent.  She was also feeling a little warmer too and wanted to go outside to feel the refreshing breeze.  It was with this motivation that Ranma managed to shake off whatever weird haze she was in from the smell and finish her task.

 She met everyone in the foyer where they were all putting on their shoes and the door had been slightly opened with Kenta standing next to it.  The large man nodded kindly to Ranma as she slipped on her own shoes, eager to get outside and clear her head.  A problem quickly presented itself to Ranma as Sayuri paused before leaving to accept a kiss on the cheek from Kenta.  Yuka received the same treatment with a silly smile on her face and Ranma figured it was just because Kenta was close to the two girls.

 It was when Akane happily accepted a kiss on her cheek that Ranma started to get nervous as the three girls gathered together in front of the house with their backs towards them.  

 One of the worst experiences in Ranma's entire life was getting kissed as a girl by that sleazebag Mikado and she had even had nightmares of getting kissed and...worse...by Kuno.  Yet, while it was just the two of them in the foyer, Ranma felt that the pounding of her heart was not entirely of fear.  Kenta was the first to move and Ranma reflexively closed her eyes, only opening them when she felt a firm hand clap her shoulder.

 “The kiss is only for the girls, Ranma-kun.” said Kenta in a low amused voice.

 Ranma felt the tension in her shoulders release and she smiled thankfully at Kenta, “T-Thank you, Ojisan.”

 Kenta smiled and squeezed her shoulder gently, sending a little shiver down Ranma's spine, before releasing her and walking past her.  Ranma stared at his figure for a few moments before shaking her head and leaving the house, studiously ignoring the strange feeling of disappointment that briefly rose up within her heart. 

~Unfit~

 “You think they have any panda collars, Akane?” drawled Ranma as they entered the pet-store.

 Akane snorted and Ranma grew a small, victorious grin at getting her to laugh.  Both her and Sayuri had been kind of off since the quartet had left Yuka's place and Ranma couldn't help but feel the judging gaze that Akane had on her throughout the day.  Luckily, Yuka managed to keep things from getting very awkward and kept up a stream of animated conversation that soon drew all of them in.   

 It also helped that most of the places that they all went to had something to capture Ranma's attention as well.  The shopping wasn't great, as she expected, but it also wasn't nearly as bad either as the other three girls seemed to content themselves with only browsing through two stores.  Apart from one instance where Yuka tried to teasingly get Ranma to purchase some extra female underwear (which she obviously refused), the rest of the day had been fairly good.  The place they stopped for lunch and ice cream were both great as was the arcade where Ranma had totally crushed a co-op beat-em up together with a whiny blonde girl with dumpling-styled pigtails.

 'Nice kid, though it would've been nicer without the whole Ranma-nee thing she started to call me.  Even better if the other three weren't in earshot.' groused Ranma, thinking back to how they had started to tease Ranma about her cute little sister once they left the arcade.

 Now it was the end of the day and the sun was starting to set when Sayuri had requested that they make a brief stop at the pet-store on the way back to Yuka's place.  Apparently the girl needed to get some new collars for her dogs back home and promised that it'd only be a quick stop.  Sayuri had also promised Ranma that the store she was thinking of did not sell those vicious monsters that only crazy people liked as pets.  

 “Awww, they're so cute! Look, Akane-chan, do you see that one with the little black paws?!” squealed Yuka, pointing at a small group of guinea pigs.

 Akane gave a cute gasp and started to quietly gush and coo at the animals together with Yuka.  “They really are adorable...! They're almost as cute as P-chan!”

 Ranma felt her eye twitch violently and stalked over towards another corner of the shop to calm herself down.  The store itself wasn't very big and the rest of it seemed to be geared towards supplies and food over actual pets.  She did however find a distraction in Sayuri who was looking through a rack of various dog collars.  Sayuri looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps and gave her a quick smile.

 “Do you mind helping me choose, Ranma-kun?” she asked politely.

 Ranma gave a nonchalant shrug, “Sure, though I don't really know what'd be a good pick.  Never had a pet.”

 Sayuri shook her head and softly laughed, “Oh, these collars should all work quite well.  I'm just having some trouble deciding on two of them.” She opened her palm to show her the yellow collar with a cartoon-bone plate that she had already picked out.  “One for a short black-haired breed and another red-haired dog.” 

 “Don'cha mean fur?”

 Sayuri paused and gained a look of consternation, “Y-yes, you can use the terms interchangeably for dogs.”

 “Huh.  Didn't know that.  Anyway, is it just a color you're lookin' for or one of these fancy ones with blank nameplates?”

 Sayuri seemed to rally herself and looked back at the selection, “I would prefer the ones with the nameplates.”

 “Hmm...then what about...” Ranma picked out a red collar with stylized hearts on either end of the plate, “This for the black-haired dog and maybe...” she crouched and retrieved a hot-pink collar from the very bottom, “...this for the red one? Ah wait, this for a girl dog or a boy?”

 The smile Sayuri gave Ranma was a little unsettling as she gently took the collars from her hands.  “No, they're all girls.  Thank you, Ranma-chan.  I think these will do nicely.”

 “You're welcome...” she murmured as Sayuri slipped past her to presumably get the collars printed with her dogs' names.  

 Ranma's eyes drifted towards the various collars and felt a hint of worry when she looked at them but couldn't exactly put her finger on why she felt this way.  

 'Eh.  It's probably nothing.'

 Sure enough, nothing else of note happened with the store and soon enough the four of them had walked back to Yuka's place.  Ranma was looking forward to being back in her regular clothes and Akane had elected to wait for her to change so they could go back to the dojo together.  Sayuri was tagging along as she was apparently having a sleepover at Yuka's place, which Akane seemed strangely jealous about.  

 “We're hooome~!” sang out Yuka when she opened the door.

 The bulky figure of Kenta could be heard thumping along the floor before he walked from around the corner, “Welcome back, honey.  How was your day?”

 “Great!” Yuka greeted her father with a tight hug, which the man returned with equal intensity and love.  She nuzzled her face into his chest, “Missed you.”

 Kenta chuckled and patted her head softly, “I missed you too, Princess.”

 Ranma's chest felt a bit tight looking at the two of them before chalking the sensation up to the bra she was wearing.  The solution to her problem came in the form of Yuka disentangling herself from her father and grabbing Ranma by the hand as soon as she removed her shoes.  Akane and Sayuri went to go greet Kenta themselves as Yuka started to drag Ranma upstairs.

 “C'mon! You can change back into your old clothes in my room! Daddy put them in the dryer after we left, so make sure to thank him before you go, okay?”

 Ranma's eyes lit up at the thought of being back in her old clothes, “Definitely!” 

 “You don't need to sound so excited about it...” said Yuka with a small pout as they entered her room again where Ranma's clothes had been neatly folded and placed on Yuka's bed.

 Hearing the dejection in her voice caused Ranma to pause and turn towards Yuka, “It's...I just like wearing guy clothes over the stuff you gave me...”

 “But you don't hate it?” questioned Yuka, stepping close and looking into her eyes.

 Ranma scratched her cheek with a bit of nervous energy and quietly said, “...N'aw.”

 The smile that resulted from that admission was worth the minor embarrassment in Ranma's opinion as Yuka gave her a quick hug.  “If you want to keep the clothes you're wearing, I wouldn't mind, you know?”

 The immediate refusal of Yuka's offer should have exited Ranma's mouth, but instead she found herself strangely hesitant before finally shaking her head.  “That's...I think I'll be okay.  Thanks, though.”  

 “Anytime!” Yuka gestured towards Ranma's old clothes and made a show of covering up her eyes.  “Whenever you're – oh, wait!”

 Yuka lowered her hands and walked over to the top of her dresser to grab what looked like wet wipes.  She held it up to Ranma's face and started to gently dab at her lips while explaining, “Need to get that gloss off your lips first so you don't stain your clothes.”

 A few quick dabs here and there and Yuka proclaimed with covered eyes and a small bow: “You may change at your leisure, Ranma-hime.”

 Ranma snorted and started to quickly undress herself, pausing as she started to unhook her bra.  Glancing at Yuka over her shoulder, she tilted the cups of the bra back and was relieved that her breasts were no longer...er...stiff.  Happy that she didn't have to worry about that anymore, Ranma stripped off the rest of her underwear and put on her old clothes with a relieved sigh.  

 “Much better.” she said to herself with a smile.

 “I'm guessing that means it's safe to look now.” commented Yuka, lowering her hands before Ranma could say anything and scanned her appearance over with a complicated look.  “And I still think you looked better with the dress.”

 Ranma put her hands on her hips and gave a cocky smile, “I look good in anything.” She dropped the pose and gave a sidelong glance at the dress, “But, I think I'm more comfortable wearing my usual stuff even if I might look better in other things.”

 “Well...it'll be here for you if you ever decide to hang out with little ol' me, again.” offered Yuka hopefully.

 Ranma smiled at her, “I...ended up having a pretty good time today and I didn't think I would.” She put her hands behind her head and stared up at the ceiling, feeling her cheeks heat up, “...and I wouldn't mind hanging out again.”

 “Yes!” cheered Yuka before rapidly enveloping her in a tight hug, “Next time we'll have Asami and Hiroko here too and we'll have an even better time!”

 Ranma had a warm smile on her face, “Lookin' forward to it.”

~Unfit~

 “Bye you two! See you soon!” called out Yuka from her doorstep, waving at Ranma and Akane and letting the smile slowly fade from her face when the two were beyond her sight. 

 “Ughh, this would've been so much easier if Ranma behaved like a good little girl after eating Daddy's cum!” complained Yuka once she closed the front door, “Probably something to do with that stupid curse getting in the way...”

 She really wanted Ranma to feel better and she knew that the sissy boy would if she could just let go of her silly notions of masculinity.  Ranma was so scared of losing something that she never had to begin with and Yuka truly did feel sorry for the poor girl.  Once she properly accepted who she truly was, Ranma could be with Daddy and Akane-chan and her and their friends and they could all be happy!  

 'After all, what kind of 'man', cursed or not, would be that comfortable with dressing up like a girl?' she reasoned.  'Hopefully we can re-educate her sooner than later!'

 “At least Akane-chan got what she needed, though it's too bad she couldn't stay over tonight too...” mused Yuka as she started to walk upstairs.  “Though I suppose I'll be seeing her tomorrow!”

 Choosing to focus on that happy thought, Yuka skipped towards her and Daddy's room and knocked on the door.

 Tmp! Tmp! Tmp!

 “Daaaddy! Ranma-chan and Akane-chan are gone!”   

 “That's – ahh, that's a good bitch, keep licking! – great, honey! Did you...Mmm...remember to lock the, ah, door?”

 “Yup!” answered Yuka as she turned the handle, smiling broadly at the sight of two of her favourite people.  

 Daddy was naked already and Yuka took a moment to gaze hungrily up and down his obese form before flicking down to an equally nude Sayuri.  The girl in question had a lovely yellow dog-collar fixed securely around her neck and her name proudly emblazoned on the plate.  A matching leash attached at one end to the back of Sayuri's collar was held firmly in the grip of Daddy.  Sayuri was being a good little bitch and was serving her owner on her knees, licking his cock and getting it all shiny and tasty-looking!    

 Daddy looked up at her and greeted Yuka with a loving smile, “There's my girl!”

 Yuka ruffled Sayuri's hair on the way over to Daddy before she threw her arms around his thick neck and seized his lips in a passionate kiss.  Rough skin pressed against her own as Yuka quickly felt her Daddy's tongue meet her own halfway.  Yuka shivered with delight as she felt his fingers surge up her thighs and start caressing her pussy.  Yuka breathed in deeply as she took in his scent and felt her Daddy do the same for her as their kiss lost some of it's initial passion and she slowly opened her eyes.  

 Yuka pulled away slowly from her lover who caught the trail of saliva between their lips and pushed it into his own mouth with a wink.  Daddy pulled a small bag out from behind him that Yuka hadn't seen and presented it to her.  “Daddy got you a present while you girls were out.”

 “Ahhnn...Hahh...Mmm...You're gonna – ahnn – really like it, Yuka!” promised Sayuri as her tongue slowly dragged itself up Daddy's cock.  She rested the fat shaft against her face, drinking in it's pungent scent briefly before smiling at her, “Master gave me a sneak peek and I'm super jealous!”

 Yuka laughed delightedly as she accepted the box and patted Sayuri fondly before gently reminding her, “Remember to call me 'Mistress', when we're alone, Sayuri-chan~!” 

 Yuka then proceeded to casually pinch one of Sayuri's erect nipples and give it a small painful twist.

 “AHHH! Y-yes, M-Mistress! S-Sorry, Mistress!” cried Sayuri, sagging with relief when Yuka promptly let go of her nipple with a flick and pet her head approvingly.

 Yuka giggled impishly, “There, there...Good doggy! Get back to sucking Daddy's cock now!” Her smile widened when Sayuri immediately started to swirl her tongue around the head of Daddy's penis before popping it into her mouth, causing Daddy to let out a pleased groan.

 “Ahhh...There's a good slut...! That's right, bitch! Swallow my cock!” Sayuri eagerly complied, taking the penis as far down as she could go until she started choking.

 Yuka placed a hand behind Sayuri's head and cheered the girl on when she tried to come back up, “Just hold it there for a bit longer, Sayuri-chan! Daddy loves it when our throats are squeezing his cock!”

 “GAKGH! MMMPPH!!! MMMPPPPHHH!!!” Saliva and precum burst out explosively from the sides of Sayuri's full mouth as her throat convulsed around Daddy's fat dick.

 “Gaahh! Sayuri! You cock-hungry slut! THAT'S IT! TAKE IT ALL THE WAY TO THE BASE!” roared Daddy.

 Yuka might have been concerned about her friend's wellbeing if she hadn't already removed her hand from Sayuri's head.  Sure enough, Yuka could see the determined gleam in Sayuri's eyes in pleasuring their mutual master.  She managed to stay on for a couple more seconds before sharply pulling back off his penis with a gasp, before settling down with heaving breaths.  

 “You did an amazing job taking my cock, bitch.” congratulated Daddy with a pleased smile, pushing a lock of hair out of Sayuri's face and stroking the side of her head.

 “Hah...Hahh...Ah...Thank...you...Master! Hah...Hah...Mmm...Mwah!” conveyed Sayuri between pants, before planting a kiss on Daddy's penis and going right back to work.

 Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!

 Yuka and her Daddy shared a knowing smile as Sayuri's fingers plunged in and out of her drenched pussy.  Daddy gestured with his chin towards the box, “Why don't you open your present, baby? Then Daddy can give you and Sayuri a treat.”

 Yuka licked her lips at the thought of Daddy's thick cum splashing over her and Sayuri's faces and tongues and quickly undid the pretty ribbon on the box and lifted off the cover.  She gasped when she saw the turquoise ('My favourite colour!') choker laying inside.

 “Daddy...!” exclaimed Yuka with a wide smile as she lifted the velvet-lined leather necklace out and beamed at the rhinestone-lettered font proudly emblazoned on the front that spelled out: 'DADDYS SLUT'

 “I LOVE it! Thank you, Daddy!” gushed Yuka, holding it tightly to her chest and smashing her lips against Daddy's.  She pulled back with flushed cheeks and put it on with her fingers trembling with lustful excitement, fumbling with the clasp a few times before securing it.     

 “How do I look?!” asked Yuka excitedly, leaning forward so as to better present her new mark of ownership.

 “Absolutely gorgeous!” laughed Daddy, before giving Yuka a perverted grin, “But, I think you'd look even better with your clothes off!”

 She had a hand already undoing the buttons on her blouse, but Yuka couldn't resist giving her Daddy a show and made a spectacle out of it by slowly undressing.  The way his breathing grew heavier and the utter focus he had on her made Yuka feel so warm as she stripped for him.  Yuka turned slowly on the spot as she shimmied her hips while pulling her pants down in what she hoped was suitably arousing for Daddy.  

 She couldn't help but wince when she stumbled while kicking off her pants, but hoped she made up for it when she slid her panties down and stepped out of them.  

 “...You're going to be doing a lot of stripping for me in the future, Yuka...!” growled Daddy when she turned back around and saw the unrestrained desire in his eyes.  

 'Yes!' Yuka mentally gave herself a fist-pump while saying with what she hoped was a sultry look, “I'm glad you enjoyed it, Daddy...”

 Daddy moistened his lips and grinned at her.  

 “Get on your fucking knees, slut.”

 Yuka shivered with joy and gleefully sank down to the hard wooden floor next to Yuka, enjoying the warmth of Sayuri and Daddy's body heat on her naked skin.  She caught Sayuri's gaze who winked at her before placing her tongue just opposite of hers on Daddy's nasty cock.
 
 “Mwah...Mmmph! Ahhmmm...Mmm! Hahh! Ahhhn~”

 “Slurp...! Slurp...! Mmm...Mmm! Ahhhnn...”

 She and Sayuri alternated on which part of Daddy's dick they were working on so that at practically no point was any part left untouched for more than a few heartbeats.  Yuka buried her face in Daddy's ballsack, knowing that all of the licking and sucking she was doing was probably leaving pubic hairs everywhere around her face.  Sayuri was busy deepthroating Daddy again, who had both hands shoving her head down to the root of his penis.  

 Yuka smiled and stretched her mouth wide open before engulfing his testicles in her mouth, humming slightly as her lips met the underside of Sayuri's chin.

 “Goood girls! Fuuuck! You sluts feel fantastic!” praised Daddy.  “Keep moving your tongue, Yuka – Fuck! That's it, bitch!”

 Yuka wrapped her legs around one of Daddy's hairy legs and grinded her pussy up and down it's length.  She and Sayuri moaned whorishly as Daddy started to roughly grope their tits, which combined with her own rubbing, was enough to cause Yuka to cum.  Sayuri was roughly pulled off Daddy's cock by her ponytail and started trembling as she reached her own climax as well.

 “Ahhhh! MaaHHsstter!” 

 “Dahhddddy!!!”

 As her eyes fluttered from the toe-curling sensation of an orgasm, Yuka saw Daddy wrap a fist around his massive cock and start quickly jerking himself.

 “OPEN YOUR MOUTHS, SLUTS!” bellowed Daddy.

 With delirious smiles and wagging tongues, Yuka had no doubt that she and Sayuri looked like the slutty dogs that their collars attested to.  The only thing they were missing at this point were tails.

 “You two are such nasty fucking cunts! And Daddy loves that! Daddy's gonna feed his two bitches his cum!” Yuka started to pant excitedly and she could hear Sayuri do the same as Daddy insulted them and rapidly jerked his cock.  “SO FUCKING TAKE IT ALL!” 

 Yuka reflexively closed her eyes as Daddy aimed his cock towards her first, making sure to keep her mouth open as the first splash of Daddy's hot cum hit her.  It was like being doused by a cup of very warm milk, if only in terms of the sheer inhuman volume of semen that hit her.  Through his powerful orgasm, Daddy groaned both of their names as he marked each of them with his manly seed.  Yuka swallowed the thick salty mess several times, even cupping her hands below her face and slurping up what remnants that she missed.  

 Finally, through a cloudy vision, Daddy's orgasm finally ended and he spoke after exhaling slowly.  “Well now...Don't you two look good covered in my cum.  Why don't you girls...clean each other up?”

 Yuka grinned as she wiped her eyes and slowly licked off the cum off her palm while staring at Sayuri who looked at her with a half-lidded gaze.  The girl Yuka had known practically all her life and considered as a sister was covered in lots and lots of smelly semen.  They slowly shuffled closer together and rather than embrace each other in a loving kiss, they did the far more debaucherous action of licking the cum off each other's faces.  

 “Mmm...Sayuri-chan...” Yuka moaned her friend's name, collecting a large globule of semen in her mouth and cupping Sayuri's face.  “Open wide~”

 “Hahhnnn~ Mistress...!” A long and sticky trail of semen drizzled out of Yuka's mouth and down in towards Sayuri's wide open gullet.  Their faces came closer and Yuka started to make out with her best friend.

 “Mwah...You...Mwah! Taste...Hahnnn...so...good!” While not as addicting or pleasurable as the rough touch of Daddy, Yuka was delighted to find that interacting with Sayuri in such a way was very pleasant.

 Yuka pulled back from the kiss, grinning as Sayuri mewled with displeasure before she started to softly coo as Yuka licked up semen on her breasts, teasing her stiff nipples with her tongue.  While Sayuri couldn't return the favour while Yuka was cleaning her off, she did the next best thing and started to stroke Yuka's pussy.  

 “Ah! Sayuri! Right there...Please...Put them in!” begged Yuka.

 Sayuri giggled and Yuka felt her friend kiss her forehead, “As you wish, Mistress~”

 Yuka screamed out in pleasure as Sayuri suddenly shoved four fingers deep into her pussy.  Yuka arched backwards and Sayuri took the opportunity to bury her face in between Yuka's tits while rapidly fingerfucking her tight cunt.  

 Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!

 “OOHHH! YESSS! FUCK MY PUSSY, SAYURI!” While Yuka's pussy wasn't getting nearly as stuffed as it was with Daddy's cock, the combination of Yuka's talented fingers and eager licking of Yuka's breasts was sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.

 Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!

 “Hahhn~ You're so...Mmm!...wet, Mistress!” chuckled Sayuri in between licking semen off of her trembling body.

 “AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!” Yuka cried out with every thrust of Sayuri's fingers, grinding her hips so that they could go even deeper.

 Sayuri pulled off of Yuka's nipple with a pop and licked her lips, “Does Master want to fill Mistress' mouth with his big cock?”

 “I think that's a very good idea, Sayuri-chan!” agreed Daddy heartily.

 There was a brief creaking of the bed as her Daddy stood up before he languidly fed the full length of his enormous dick down Yuka's throat.

 “GAKGH!” Daddy tenderly stroked Yuka's hair, even as he pulled her head down and onto his penis.

 Every time Daddy did this to her, it got a little easier and a little less painful as her body moulded itself more and more to become just perfect for her lover.  Yuka savoured the brief salty taste from the head of Daddy's penis and just as equally rejoiced in the sensation of choking on his dick.

 “GaKGH! MMPH! ACKGH!” Just as slowly as he had put his cock in, as soon as Yuka had gone as far as possible, she was just as slowly pulled off of it-

 “GAKGH! Gack! Ah...! Hahh! Gerk?!”

 -before Daddy pushed his cock down her hungry throat with a bit more speed, building up a gentle swaying motion in his hips.  Yuka would've smiled with anticipatory glee were it not for the fat dick between her lips.

 “Oh, Yuka...You look so beautiful like this!” sighed Daddy in a loving voice, “On your knees while your best friend fucks your cunt with her fingers and my cock in your mouth.”

 “MMPH!” Daddy's fingers bunched up Yuka's long hair, pulling painfully on them as a more secure hold was created.

 “Sayuri.” Yuka could feel how the girl froze at the single mention of her name from their Master.  “Get on the floor and use that tongue of yours on Yuka's pussy.”

 “Yes, Master!” squealed Sayuri joyfully, squashing herself down to the floor and pressing her face into Yuka's crotch.  

 “MMPH?! MMMM! GAKGH!” Yuka squirmed in place as the very warm and wet fleshy appendage pushed aside her pussy lips and entered her vagina.

 She had experienced such a thing from Daddy already, who had made a point to claim all of Yuka's firsts, but that did not detract from the ecstasy she was feeling from being eaten out by Sayuri and getting facefucked by Daddy.

 “GAKGH! GAKGH! GAKGH! MMMPH! MMMM!”

 Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!

 Sayuri had not neglected to use her fingers either while she enthusiastically licked Yuka's pussy and bringing her to a climax.  “Mistress...! Ahhmmm~! Mmmm! You taste...so sweet! Ahhmmm!”

 “Which do you like better Sayuri? My cum or Yuka's pussy?” casually asked Daddy while his balls slapped against Yuka's chin with every thrust.

 Smack...! Smack...! Smack...! Smack...! 

 “Haahn...Definitely your cum, Master!” Sayuri briefly brought herself out of Yuka's cunt to answer Daddy like a good bitch...

 Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!

 'A very good bitch...!' thought Yuka to herself in a state of rapture.

 “But I definitely LOVE Mistress' pussy!” added Sayuri with a giggle, before plunging her tongue into her cunt once again.

 “Good answer!” huffed Daddy.  “Daddy's getting – AH! – Close! Yuka! Daddy's gonna feed his little piggy!”

 Smack...! Smack...! Smack...! Smack...! 

 Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!

 “Good girls...need good food to grow up...!” 

 Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

 Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!

 “And whores like you two!” 

 Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

 Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!

 “Need!”

 Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

 Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!

 “MY”

 SmackSmackSmackSmackSmack!

 Shlick! Shlick! ShlickShlickShlick!

 “CUM!”

 Daddy's last roared word was fulfilled with a fresh fountain of cum all for Yuka as it went straight down her throat and filling up her stomach with a nice warm meal.  Yuka's lower muscles spasmed and her fingers and toes curled up reflexively from the dual stimulation of being treated like a fucktoy caused her to orgasm.

 “MMMMMMPPPHHH!!!” Yuka moaned as she rode the wave of euphoria, licking Daddy's cock dazedly as it was pulled out of her throat and stopped just before exiting her mouth.  

 Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

 More and more of Daddy's foul-tasting semen continued to spurt from the head of his penis and Yuka did her best to gulp as much of it down as she could.  This load of cum was meant for her and she wouldn't be sharing it with Sayuri if she could help it!

 “Ohh...Thaaaat's it...Don't leave a single drop behind, Yuka!” ordered Daddy, “I know I raised my daughter to finish ALL of her food!”

 The repeated mentions of their incestuous relationship never failed to stir Yuka's arousal and...

 Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!

 ...seemed to do something similar for Sayuri too if the way she sped up her tongue was any indication.  Yuka actually felt a bit bad that she was being greedy with Daddy's cum and Sayuri was obeying her orders faithfully and continuing to work on Yuka's pussy.  
 
 “...Ah! Mmm...” Finally, Daddy stopped cumming in her mouth and Yuka gave the head a quick lick before it left her mouth.  She smiled sweetly up at him and said between gasps, “ThaAhhnk you for – Ahh! – feeding me, DaHHddy!”

 “Anything for my little girl.” Daddy winked roguishly at her before he stooped down and lifted Sayuri off of Yuka's pussy by her ponytail with little effort.  “But I think I should reward my newest bitch for being so obedient...”

 Daddy tossed Sayuri on her back onto the bed, before reaching behind him and pulling Yuka up by her hair as well.  “Sit on her face, Yuka.” barked Daddy, smacking Yuka's ass.
 
 “Ooh!” squealed Yuka, delighting in the stinging sensation on her ass, before hurrying to obey her Daddy and lowering her crotch slowly onto Sayuri's smiling face.

 Sluuurrp!

 “Ooooh!” Yuka moaned delightedly as Sayuri took a long, drawn-out lick of Sayuri's pussy.

 “What do you think, Yuka?” Daddy's question caused Yuka to immediately focus on him.  He was at the foot of the bed, with his cock positioned just in front of Sayuri's quivering pussy.  “Should I use her pussy? Or her ass?”

 Sluurp! Sluurp! Sluurp!

 “Hmmm...Ahnn...Good girl!...I wonder~” Yuka cocked her head thoughtfully to the side and smiled down at Sayuri, who was no doubt listening, but was focused on continuing to eat out Yuka.  “Have you, mmmm, tried her ass out yet, Daddy?”

 He gave Yuka a mean grin in reply, “Nope.” Yuka's gaze locked onto Daddy's form as he lowered his beautiful cock down and pressed gently against the opening to Sayuri's virgin asshole.

 “Spread your cheeks, Sayuri.  Master is going to be claiming your last hole.” chuckled Daddy darkly.

 Sluurp! Sluurp! Sluurp!

 “Ahhhh! You're going to love it, Sayuri-chan.” promised Yuka as she watched Sayuri's hands stretch and pull apart her butt cheeks while spreading her legs as wide as she could.  “It'll hurt a lot, Mmmm! But soon Daddy's big fat cock in your ass will feel amazing!”

 “Who knows if she'll be as big of a buttslut as you are, Yuka-chan.” pointed out Daddy.

 Sluurp! Sluurp! Sluurp!

 “Let's ask – Ahhh... – her, then!” Yuka lifted her pussy up off of Sayuri's slutty mouth, so she could talk.  “What do you want Daddy to do to your ass, Sayuri?”

 Sayuri was panting and her cheeks were flushed as she stared at Daddy with an intense look of desire.  “P-Please...” she wet her lips and raised her hips invitingly towards Daddy, “F-fuck my ass as hard as you want, Master! RUIN ME!”

 The grin that was on Daddy's face surely matched how wide the one on Yuka's own face was as he started forcing his cock into Sayuri's virgin hole.  

 “A-AHH...!” Sayuri's breath hitched and her face scrunched up in pain.

 “The tip is the worst the first time, Sayuri and it helps if you have something to focus on...” Yuka gently lowered herself onto Sayuri's face once again and started to massage her friend's breasts.  “So start licking.”

 Slurrp...Slurrp...Slurrp...Slurrp...

 Yuka kept her gaze fixed on Daddy's cock as it was steadily pushed into Sayuri's asshole, popping a few inches forward twice as it broke through her sphincters.

 “MMMMMMMMHHH!!!” Sayuri's screams were partially muffled by Yuka's wet cunt as Daddy fully bottomed out in her.  

 “Ahh! You did it – Mmph! – Sayuri! Daddy's cock is all the way inside you!” praised Yuka.  “How does she feel, Daddy?”
 
 “Oooh, she feels really tight...I'm gonna enjoy destroying her asshole!” promised Daddy malevolently, which sent a shiver of excitement down Yuka's spine as he pulled his cock back and slammed it back in.

 “MMMMPHHH! AHHHHMMMMM!!!” 

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

 Contrary to his words, Daddy was being pretty gentle in terms of his pacing and Yuka flashed him a thankful smile to which he returned with a wink.  Ultimately, both of them wanted Sayuri to feel good and there was no sense in ruining a perfectly good fuckhole by being too eager.

 “MMMMMPPH! MMMM!” And just because of how large Daddy's cock was, Sayuri had enough to deal with already.

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

 “How's my cock feel, bitch?!” Daddy nodded at Yuka and she raised her pussy up again, timing it just as Daddy thrusted into her again.

 “MMMAHHH! AHH! M-MAAHHSTERR! I-IT H-HURTS SOOO MUCH!” Tears streamed down Sayuri's agonized face as she screamed, but it was extremely telling that she did not beg Daddy to pull out entirely.

 Yuka brought her face close to Sayuri's and harshly derided her, “You're such a fucking slut, Sayuri! Daddy had to at least prep my asshole before taking me and here you are taking his whole cock!”

 Skwish!...Skwish!...Skwish!...Skwish!...Skwish!...

 “Nasty...fucking...skank! I should have fucked your slutty ass years ago!” huffed Daddy, picking up speed as his cock started to slide easier through Sayuri's asshole.  “Acting like a proper lady...but you aren't, are you?!”

 “AH! AH! AH! MMMHH! MMMAAAHH! AH!” Yuka was delighted that Sayuri's sobs of agony were transitioning into much more lewder sounds.

 Skwish!...Skwish!...Skwish!...Skwish!...Skwish!...

 “Proper ladies – G~aaahh! - DON'T!” Daddy punctuated his word with a particularly strong thrust that stole Sayuri's breath.

 “G-uhhh?!”

 “GET!” Yuka could see a little bit of blood on Daddy's dick as he pulled it out.

 “M-Ma...Maste-”

 “FUCKED!” His hands clenched tightly around Sayuri's calves as he drove his cock in as hard as he could.

 “AHHHH!”

 “LIKE THIS!” Finally, he started to really hammer away at Sayuri's fuckhole.

 Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!

 “TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE, SAYURI!”

 There was no longer any need to keep quiet and Sayuri was free to scream out her true self as loud as she could.

 “I'M A WHORE!” shrieked Sayuri with a crazed smile, “ALL I'M GOOD FOR IS BEING YOUR COCKSLEEVE!!!”

 Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!

 “GOOD ANSWER!” roared Daddy.  

 The verbal exchange between Daddy and Sayuri was so filthy and so reminiscent of Yuka's own oath to him that she couldn't help but rapidly finger her pussy.  But Sayuri was a very attentive whore and she cried out towards Yuka.

 “P-PLEASE! MISTRESS! LET ME LICK YOUR PUSSY! I WANT US ALL TO CUM TOGETHER!”

 Yuka beamed at her and immediately resumed her prior position on Sayuri's face, squealing as her tongue immediately started lapping at her cunt.  Yuka leaned in and braced her hands on Daddy's hairy and flabby chest, opening her mouth in a plaintive fashion.
 
 “Come here, Yuka!” Daddy grabbed her by the hair and shoved his tongue into her mouth, ferociously dominating her own tongue.

 Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!

 Yuka lost herself in the debauchery as Daddy claimed her mouth and Sayuri sucked and licked her pussy like there was no tomorrow.  Daddy was speeding up and Yuka could feel her own climax rapidly approaching and increased the frenetic motions of her tongue against Daddy's own.  
 
 Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!
 
 “I – Mmm! – love you – Ah! – Daddy!” panted Yuka, “I – Hahhn – love – Mmmh! – you Sayuri!”

 Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!

 “I love – Mmm! – you both...! Mmmph! Mine...” breathed out Daddy with harsh breaths as they made out with each other.  “You're both...MINE!”

 Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!SkwishSkwishSkwishSkwish!

 “UOOOOHHHHHHH!”

 “AHHHHH! I-I'M CUMMMMINGG!!!”
 
 “MMMMPPHHH! AHHHHHH!!!”

 Yuka screamed out as she came, holding onto Daddy with trembling hands and digging into his skin as he did the same to her body.  She wasn't surprised when Daddy recovered before her and didn't resist when he gently lifted her and laid her down on her back next to a panting Sayuri.  

 “How...Hah...was...hah...it...Sayuri-hah...chan?” weakly asked Yuka.

 Sayuri's head turned so they were face-to-face and replied with a very satisfied and rather dreamy smile: “Greaaaatttt...Ooooh?!”

 Sayuri gave a sudden gasp as Daddy's cock pulled out of her thoroughly broken-in asshole with a wet Schlorp!

 “Hope you girls enjoyed your break, because you're going to be switching places now...” chuckled Daddy.

 Yuka and Sayuri traded tired, but no less eager smiles before they begged in unison:  

““Please fuck us hard, Daddy/Master!!””


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