[Episode 212418] [Episode 212418]
In the infirmary room, Ranma was learning first hand that Pokégirl medical techniques were very different from the one’s used back home. Oh sure, they started out similar enough, cut off the ruined clothes, clean the wounds, don’t let the cursed kid change back into a guy, etcetera, etcetera. However, when the weird, pink haired nurse got to dressing the wounds, she definitely got a little bit creative in Ranma’s opinion.
“Um, nurse? Is there any particular reason you’re going out of your way not to bind up my breasts?” Ranma finally asked. The pink haired woman was apparently finished bandaging her top half and had moved on to Ranma’s abused midriff now. She was even wrapping that part of Ranma normally.
Ranma knew from experience that they can’t bandage the back without going around the front too. But she’d never once met a nurse or doctor who went to this much trouble not to cover up her breasts. In fact, most of them usually just used the things like a regular old chest wrap and just strapped her breasts down as a matter of course, this one wasn’t.
“Isn’t it obvious, Ms. Ranma? It’s so that you can have at least a little bit of fun while you’re laid up waiting for your injuries to heal, of course! I mean, you can hardly enjoy these cute little puppies if they’re buried under a mountain of bandages, now can you?” the nurse replied incredulously. Reaching up to give her left breast a little tweak that made Ranma think of Kuno for some reason.
“Of course you can’t!” the woman answered her own question and went back to bandaging Ranma’s midriff, before her Kuno bashing instinct could kick in. Oh, she was tempted to, but it was a little tricky to justify when the woman was still bandaging her up, and doing a good job of it, minus Ranma’s chest.
“Lucky for you, I know exactly what it’s like to be laid up in bed with no fun spots to touch because someone didn’t do their job right, Ms. Ranma. Oh, and don’t worry about messing up the bed if you have a little too much fun. All the mattresses here are water proofed, and the sheets get changed very regularly. Nothing heals faster than a happy patient, I always say!” the nurse finished a little too happily, cinching the last bandage in place.
Needless to say, Ranma was a little pink faced by the time that weirdo nurse got done with her. Although to be honest, not all of that was from embarrassment. “Ugh! I never knew that being touched by a girl in my cursed form could feel so . . . so dirty,” the redhead complained to herself once she was finally left alone again.
“And how come I don’t get no hospital gown? I mean, they’re annoying and all, but at least they’re better than nothing. Right now I look like I let Happosai bandage me up instead of a real nurse,” Ranma added as she looked herself over.
To be fair, everywhere that Ranma had been bruised, scraped, cut, or otherwise injured had been carefully covered with gauze and bandaged up. Yet despite that, anywhere that normally would have been covered by either a bra or panty wasn’t covered at all unless it had to be. Ranma’s arms were all but mummified, baring a few fingers, thanks to all that broken glass during the fight. Her legs were in much the same shape, and were bandaged accordingly. Even the few minor cuts marring Ranma’s face had been properly bandaged up.
But Ranma’s girl bits? Not so much as a bandage wrap touched those sacred parts of her female body. Ranma honestly couldn’t decide if she felt more exposed in this bandage getup or that weird rubber suit thing from this morning. Sure, wrapping her bottom half like that was almost normal, except that the way she actually did it was still a little unsettling for Ranma’s taste.
But bandaging her top half the way that nurse did it was just asking to get Ranma killed by a certain angry tomboy. She could just imagine what Akane would say when she finally saw Ranma like this. She’d yell, “Pervert!”, smash Ranma into the cot with her mallet, and that would be the last thing Ranma knew for a while.
Luckily, Kasumi and Cyan were the first ones to visit Ranma after her duel with Alita. The cat Pokégirl was still a bit scary, for obvious reasons. But the way she was acting a lot like Kasumi somehow made her a lot less frightening than before. Well, as long as she didn’t make any sudden moves around Ranma anyway.
“Hello, Ranma, how are you feeling now?” Kasumi asked with cheerful concern as she neared Ranma’s cot. The girl just had some kind of motherly aura that just made it easy for Ranma to relax around her . . . like when Ranma had her first period for example. Although that freaky carrot incident did spook the hell out of her at first, even if it did help.
Then again, it wasn’t too different from Ranma’s first experience with a tampon either, just a little bit slower and no warning this time. Although to be honest that little mistake was Ranma’s own fault, Kasumi did warn her in a way. Sometimes ‘getting it over with quick’ really wasn’t the best way to handle something you’ve never done before. At least she hadn’t torn anything; that little film at the front, the hymen, was a little on the sensitive side, just like Kasumi said it’d be.
Then Ranma suddenly remembered she’d been asked a question and decided to answer it, frowning a little at the reminder. “Like I just found out that someone certified Happosai as a nurse,” she complained, giving her bandaged body a sour glance. The movement made her wince a little bit too; now that the fight was over with, Ranma’s injuries were really starting to catch up with her.
“At least you’ve got plenty to play with if you get bored just laying there, Ranma-san,” Cyan pointed out helpfully. Or at least she sounded like she thought she was being helpful anyway. The smile on her face was too Kasumi-ish for the Pokégirl to have meant it any other way, Ranma hoped that is.
“Funny, that’s almost exactly what that weirdo nurse said when I asked her about it earlier. She said something funny about not worrying about messing up the bed too, like she thought I’d never used a bedpan before.” It wasn’t something she was proud of, but Ranma had enough experience with those things to avoid messing up the sheets that way.
“She’s a Pokégirl too, Ranma, like Cyan here. So it’s only natural that her idea of being ‘considerate’ is a little bit different from what we’re used to. You at least have to admit that she’s done an excellent job on you otherwise though,” Kasumi told her with an encouraging smile.
“I guess . . . ,” Ranma agreed reluctantly as she gave the nurse that much credit. “But still, this place is like something Happosai would dream up if no one was around to keep him in line, maybe worse. I mean, look at me; they didn’t even give me a chance to get under the covers before you two came in!” she protested anyway, self-consciously shifting about on the bed a little bit.
“Maybe she thought you wanted to celebrate the outcome of the match a little bit first, Ranma-san? It’s not that hard to see why she might think that after all . . . assuming that you didn’t tell her about getting zapped by that measuring device earlier.” This time it was Cyan that spoke in that calming, motherly voice, her fingers brushing Ranma’s bangs as she and Kasumi flanked her on the bed now.
“Why do you say that?” Ranma blurted out unthinkingly. She honestly hadn’t thought about that stupid thing since her challenge fight with Alita earlier. Nor was Ranma too keen on being reminded about it now.
“How are those tingles you had earlier, Ranma?” Kasumi asked instead, rather than answer her question. Her expression slightly knowing as the girl maintained her usual serene composure.
“Actually, I’d pretty much forgotten about them until you two asked me about ‘em. Heh, first time I’ve ever been grateful for getting banged up this bad. With all the cuts and scrapes I got, those tingles are a lot easier to ignore now as long as I don’t think about ‘em. Why do you ask, Kasumi?” Ranma replied after thinking it over a moment.
“Because these up here,” Cyan answered, indicating Ranma’s nipples, which were still all pointy and stuff. “And that down there,” she continued, pointing at Ranma’s slowly leaking crotch. “Will convince any Pokégirl you will ever meet that you really, really want to be tamed, Ranma-san,” she finished in a gently warning tone. It was the same kind of tone Kasumi usually used when she thought something was important . . . like feminine hygiene for example.
“Fortunately, the Nurse Joy who just left seems to think you were holding out for someone in particular. Otherwise there might have been a bit of a . . . well, a little misunderstanding concerning your current condition, Ranma.” Kasumi was using the same “it’s important” tone Cyan was using as the two of them hinted at whatever it is they were trying to say.
“What kind of misunderstanding, you two? I mean, that nurse was pretty darn grabby as it was, already,” Ranma countered, remembering some of the stuff the nurse did as she went over and around her breasts.
“You remember that . . . aid, that nice Lou girl offered you at breakfast, don’t you, Ranma?” Kasumi dodged her with another question again. Ranma simply nodded this time, involuntarily squeezing her legs together again at the mere thought of the giant thing.
“Well, let’s just say that she offered us this and ordered us to be gentle with you when she let us in,” Cyan replied, holding up a long cylindrical object. This object had a lot in common with the green monster Lou tried to offer Ranma at breakfast that morning, actually. Only this one was just a little bit more slender, and had a funny bend in the middle of it. However, it was also an inch or so longer than the other one, counting the two tapered ends. The thing even made a scary little whirring noise when Cyan flicked a button on it before turning it off again.
While she displayed the thing, especially when it was on, Ranma was briefly reminded of just how scary the half demon girl was. Only the fact she acted and sounded so much like Kasumi most of the time made Ranma forget about that side of her for a while. Thankfully the demonic girl quickly stashed the thing and went back to acting like Kasumi’s only slightly scary twin sister.
“Sh-she was going to use that thing on m-me?!” Ranma squeaked out in half strangled protest. Considering where they expected her to put the thing, she had pretty good reason to be alarmed. “Just how often do you people get these tingles? And what do they do, stretch your insides out?” she added with a little healthy dread.
“Actually, Ranma-san, that one isn’t as bad as you might think. You’re only supposed to use half of it at a time. I believe the Nurse Joy that treated you was hoping to ‘share’ it with you until she decided you were more interested in someone else earlier. So she loaned it to us thinking that you’d rather ‘share’ it with us instead,” Cyan explained while Kasumi turned just a little pink in the face.
Ranma had to think about this ‘sharing’ stuff a moment to put two and two together. Logically, she already knew that they expected Ranma to put that thing in her girl hole, even if it was just half of it. But if another girl did the same thing with the other half of it, like Kasumi for example, then that would put them like . . . even if they tried it like . . . or like . . . even like! Anyone who looked at her could tell that Ranma didn’t like the mental images she was getting as she worked the idea out in her head.
With each variation Ranma tried and discarded in her mind, her face got paler and paler as her embarrassment grew. Ranma had a naturally creative mind; she was also more flexible in either form than some contortionists. Which was a bad thing for once, causing Ranma to black out while trying to figure out a non-perverted way for two girls to ‘share’ the pink contraption Cyan showed her. The fact that Ranma involuntarily reinvented a significant portion of the Kama Sutra in the attempt may have had something to do with the resulting blackout though.
“Oops,” Cyan apologized as she realized what happened inside Ranma’s head just a little too late. It really was an honest mistake though, who would have guessed Kasumi’s friend would react like that to such a simple explanation.
Oh well, maybe it’d toughen the part-time girl up a little bit for the next time around. Besides, natural gender aside, the girl really needed her rest right now anyway. For now though, the best they could do for Ranma was tuck her into bed and have a quiet word with that Nurse Joy about her sexual healing approach.
Knowing that Ranma would be down for a while at this point, no matter what happened, Nabiki was in Nova’s garage admiring her new RV. Alice was there too, ready and waiting to help Nabiki celebrate her winnings. Although if Nabiki didn’t notice her eagerness to help her celebrate those winnings soon, a slightly more direct approach would be called for. After all, Cyan and her new Tamer had a very thorough celebration last night just filing Kasumi’s application for a Tamer’s license.
Considering the way that her new Tamer liked to scheme and such, Alice figured that winning her own RV aught to be worth at least a taming session to Nabiki. Sure Alice hadn’t won the thing for Nabiki personally, that Gunnm was like super scary strong. But then the girl who did win it for her, Ranma, was laid up and out of commission right now. So, logically, as Nabiki’s alpha and only Pokégirl, it was only natural that the girl celebrate her winnings with Alice instead.
Okay, so maybe Pokégirls didn’t exist at all in Nabiki’s world. But even so, didn’t the humans in her world know that the best way to celebrate winning something this grand was with a nice, long, hard taming? Seriously, how else was Nabiki going to properly celebrate something like this?
“I want to drive it. I don’t even know how to yet, but I just want to jump behind the wheel, crank the engine, and drive it,” Nabiki announced with a broad grin. Incidentally, she also made it quite obvious that people in Nabiki’s world really didn’t know how to celebrate things properly after all.
‘Uh, huh. Looks like the boss lady needs a little reeducation on the best ways to enjoy life,’ Alice silently decided to herself. Slinking up to her Tamer, Nabiki, she teasingly pulled her into an embrace that would remind the girl of some of their very best features, both hers and Nabiki’s too. “Ah~, that’s no fair, Boss. You haven’t even taken me for a proper ‘test drive’ yet. I’ve got a pretty good sounding motor myself, you know,” Alice whined seductively, then started to purr in Nabiki’s ear like the cat she was. Her hands were roaming over Nabiki’s curves just a bit for good measure.
“Mmmmn, not bad~,” Nabiki drawled back agreeably. Thankfully the short haired brunette wasn’t at all skittish like that boy/girl, Ranma, was. “So, is this your way of saying that you’d like to give me a lesson in ‘proper’ Pokégirl maintenance, Alice?” she added in a husky tone of her own. Her response proving that Nabiki wasn’t the prudish sort either, not like her little sister was at any rate.
“Rrrr, and here I thought you weren’t paying any attention, Boss,” Alice purred back, nibbling at Nabiki’s ear a little. Meanwhile, her left hand worked at loosening Nabiki’s bra to make persuading her even easier.
“I wasn’t, but you kind of went and caught my attention,” Nabiki drawled again in that sultry tone of hers. “A slightly more private lesson would be nice though. Ranma’s not the only one who’s never actually done the deed before, you know, even if he is a bit more ignorant about the mechanics than most. Besides, I seem to remember the couch inside the RV was rather comfortable on the way here yesterday,” she added, nodding meaningfully at her new acquisition.
Alice managed to laugh and purr at the same time for a second or two as she caught on to the subtle order. Nabiki was willing to let Alice show her how this was done. Yet she wasn’t letting her new Pokégirl forget which one of them was really in charge here by demanding privacy and controlling where they did the taming.
“Hur, hur. One private lesson on Pokégirl maintenance coming right up, Boss,” Alice purred in anticipation. “Care to help me make sure no one tried to double-book your appointment,” she added huskily, nibbling the girl’s ear a little bit more before slinking away. The Pokégirl making sure to give her hips a nice, sexy sway as she sauntered up and into Nabiki’s new RV.
As expected, the RV was completely empty inside, except for Alice of course, and followed soon after by her Tamer. “I take it this is the point where my clothes start to come of?” the girl said more than asked as she entered the vehicle. It was strange, but Nabiki somehow managed to be both shy and commanding all at the same time. The combination sent a pleasant shiver down Alice’s spine, one that went all the way down her tail and tickled her hungry pussy.
“In most cases, that is the general idea, Boss. Although to be perfectly honest, sometimes, removing them can be part of the fun all on its own,” Alice answered back, then pulled her Tamer into a light hug. Her hands slipped under Nabiki’s shirt as she drew her closer, one hand pulling her bra free while rolling an erect teat between finger and thumb with the other. She was rewarded with a soft moan for the teasingly slow approach.
“I think I see what you mean, kind of like a strip tease, but in reverse,” Nabiki noted as she enjoyed the gentle treatment. “So what do I do for fun while you tease me out of my clothing, pussy cat?” the girl asked, somehow taking charge again while asking for instructions.
Alice was all too happy to oblige her Tamer with a suggestion or two. “Well that depends on who your partner is of course, though each Pokégirl breed usually has at least a few predictable likes and dislikes. Cat and dog types usually like to have their ears scratched or played with, just to name an example. I prefer to have mine stroked, but even that’s fairly predictable for a cat type like me. Playing with my tail is a good way to work me up too, especially close to the base. Oh! Rrrrrr! That’s a good spot,” she told her Tamer dutifully, and was rewarded with some tail stroking that made her churr in delight.
“Tits are a really good place to start with a lot of Pokégirls too though, especially if you don’t know anything about their breed right off the bat. If your new Pokégirl has anything smaller than a C-cup, you should probably get to know her a little bit before giving them a try. But if she’s got at least C-cups you should at least get a rise out of her as long as she isn’t an ice type or some other extremely low libidod Pokégirl. Other than that, the bigger she is, the more she’ll like it,” Alice continued her explanation, sliding Nabiki’s pants slowly down her thighs as she did. Then rubbed her own generous D-cups against the girl to demonstrate her point.
Again, Nabiki proved that she was a quick study while playing with Alice’s furry tits. Her efforts were experimental and tentative at first, but the newly minted Tamer gained confidence quickly. For once, Alice didn’t even have to tell her Tamer that she liked her breasts stroked and caressed instead of having them kneaded like dough all the time. Nabiki was obviously a natural at this sort of thing.
“Any more helpful suggestions, teach? Or have I mastered foreplay already?” Nabiki teased her huskily after several minutes of mutual kissing and stroking. It was a subtle reminder that Alice was supposed to be teaching Nabiki how to tame her. One that made her fur ruffle and caused her cheeks to heat up ever so slightly with embarrassment as Alice realized her mistake.
She did her best to make up for it by thinking up a few rather naughty lesson plans for her Tamer to choose from. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that you’ve mastered it just yet, Boss. You’re definitely off to a masterful start though. But if you want to skip ahead a little bit, I can teach you the basics of Muff-diving, or start you on the ancient art of finger fucking. Unless you just happen to have some really nice toys laying around here somewhere, Boss, then I can teach you something really special.”
Nabiki smirked mischievously back at her, winding Alice’s tail around her wrist a bit to make her churr excitedly. “Hmm, looks like I’ll have to do some shopping for lesson two, then, little pussycat. For now though, lets say you get the rest of these clothes off of me. Then you show your boss exactly why you call finger fucking an ‘art’. How does that sound, kitty?” she suggested teasingly. Meanwhile, to drive the order home, a pair of soft hands ruffled Alice’s tail until her knees got weak, then slapped the end of it tauntingly against her drooling pussy.
Alice churred with possessive anticipation at her mistress’s teasing order, eager to carry it out. Already half way down her legs, Nabiki’s pants slid down one leg, then the other, without any awkward footwear to get in the way. Alice intentionally rolled her Tamer’s panties into a clump so they could tickle her legs all the way down. Just as teasingly, the Pokégirl rubbed her breasts against Nabiki’s bare skin on the way back up. Then, slouching so that they were nose to nose, she slowly pulled her Tamer’s T-shirt over the girl’s head, leaving her just as naked as Alice was.
“You may want to sit down for this, Boss, because I can guarantee that you won’t be standing upright by the end of this lesson. Neither will I, hopefully,” Alice told her Tamer and student, gleefully hoping that Nabiki’s quick learning streak applied to this lesson as well. Nabiki followed her suggestion and sat down on one of the RV’s spacious couches, but with a playfully doubtful and challenging expression on her face. But as much as Nabiki was ‘the Boss’, Alice had absolutely no intention of letting her student wear that expression for long, and grinned as she got to work.
Akane was torn. She couldn’t help it either, on one hand her fiancé had just gotten himself beaten almost to a pulp. But on the other, the insufferable jerk had pretty much asked for the beating he got, as a girl no less. Maybe now Ranma would at least learn that girls can be tough fighters too, even if it took a genetically enhanced one to get that lesson across for him.
She was also tempted to go check on the jerk and see how Ranma was doing. Only Akane didn’t trust herself to not ask certain questions she wasn’t quite ready to hear the answer to, especially now that Ranma couldn’t lie. She wanted to know how he really felt about her for example, or the other girls chasing him for that matter. Yet she couldn’t bare to hear the jerk’s answer right now either.
She just wasn’t ready to find out wether or not Ranma really did or didn’t like her. Nor was she ready to find out who she was taking second or even third place to if Ranma really didn’t like her at all. Although if the jerk said that he loved all of them equally, or something similarly perverted, she’s smash him in a heartbeat, injured or not. Losing to another girl was one thing. But if Ranma thought Akane would willingly become a part of some ‘rotating menu’ for him, he had another thing coming, that was for certain.
But then if he really did like her, and not all those other girls too, then this was the best chance Akane had ever had to make Ranma admit it. She’d finally be able to tell all those hussies chasing him around to leave them alone and get lost. Then they could settle down, finish highschool, maybe do a little college, get married, and eventually spit out an heir to make her daddy happy.
Of course the kid would need to wait until Akane’s acting career slowed down enough that she could be a proper mommy of course. There was no way she’d trust Ranma to raise her little baby without her. Otherwise they’d either wind up with yet another pervert in the family, or a tomboy who didn’t know she was really a girl. There definitely wouldn’t be any long training trips either, not with the way Ranma turned out, a freak pervert who can’t make up his mind if he’s a boy or a girl.
Why oh why couldn’t that jerk have just been a normal girl like Akane thought she was when he first showed up?! Then the two of them could have just stayed friends, there never would have been any of that engagement nonsense, and even if there were, it wouldn’t have been to Akane. Then she could have helped the poor redhead tell her idiot father that nobody did that sort of thing anymore, making them best friends for life. After that mess was dealt with, they’d both be free to find true love on their own, and not be locked in the past by their stupid fathers.
Of course, Ranma being the incurable flirt that she is would have settled down first, had a bunch of kids while Akane kept up her career. Then Akane would have eventually softened up and wanted a kid or two of her own, after seeing how happy Ranma was with hers. Then she would find herself a man, get married, have a child or two of her own, put them through school, and eventually consider retirement.
But no! That dream wrecking little redhead had to go and ruin it all by being an insensitive, perverted jerk in disguise. Worse, Akane’s whole family went and ignored her feelings of betrayal over the lie and tried to make her marry him anyway. Ranma, being the incurable flirt that he is, had to go and wreck things even further by chasing everything that moved, including a few guys. It was just so unfair!
Just a few paces away from the brooding Tendo girl, Cassandra was beginning to secondguess her choice of Tamers. Without anyone saying a word to her, Akane seemed to be fluxuating back and forth between extremely angry and some kind of wistful, dreamy look. It was like the girl had her wires crossed and just couldn’t settle on one emotion or the other.
“Mmnh! Somehow I just knew I should have picked the gender bender to break in instead. But no~ I wanted somebody I didn’t have to worry about getting mistaken for a Pokégirl instead,” Cassandra lamented disgustedly to herself. Meanwhile she watched on from a relatively safe distance as Akane’s mood did yet another 180-degree turn about.
“I’m probably taking my life into my own hands here. But maybe, if I’m really lucky, a good taming will fix those crossed wires of hers. Or if it doesn’t, maybe the professor can at least put what’s left of me back together again after she gets done with me,” she muttered rather uncertainly. Either way, Cassandra was gearing up her new pheromone ability in a daring yet timid attempt to get her new Tamer over her prudishness.
If her attempt just happened to fix Akane’s frightening mood swings in the process, then all the better. But if it got her beaten to a pulp or worse, killed, then Cassandra honestly couldn’t think of a better place to risk it than here. After all, if Professor Nova couldn’t restore her broken body afterward, then she was as good as dead anyway.
Even so, the former Highelf specifically waited for another one of her Tamer’s wistful moments to use her arousing touch on her. A little tentative foreplay was mixed into the attempt as well, for good measure, including some equally uncertain liplocking. The girl stiffened in her arms, and for a frightening moment Cassandra feared that her pheromones weren’t working on the girl. So she cranked them up just as high as they would go.
Several long, tense seconds later, Akane slowly began to reciprocate the desperate show of affection. First with a little stirring of her tongue as it awkwardly began to duel her own. Then the girl’s hand slowly started to roam Cassandra’s new body, just like her own were roaming Akane’s.
Her Tamer’s caresses were slow and awkward at first, but they quickly picked up speed . . . along with a certain fierce possessiveness. Skill followed assertiveness, if not as quickly as Cassandra might have liked, but at least Akane seemed to know where to start if nothing else. Gentleness never entered into the equation though, and Cassandra had her clothing ripped off her body where she stood, minutes into their interaction. Akane’s own clothing didn’t fair much better when the lust crazed girl decided those were in her way too.
Their clothing in tatters, Cassandra was forced up against the wall behind her as an unexpectedly possessive Akane pinned her there. Strong lips wrapped aggressively around her right teat and began to tug and suckle greedily, while Akane’s left hand mashed and kneaded the other.
The pressure the girl used seemed to constantly hover on the edge of bruising the former Highelf. She’d experienced worse; yet even so, Cassandra hoped that Akane could be coaxed into being more gentle with her in future sessions. Even with Akane’s roughness though, it was a little shocking when she ordered Cassandra to drink from her own breasts, shoving both of them into her face. Meanwhile a rough, inexperienced hand snaked down to finger the Pokégirl’s aching pussy.
Everything Akane did was aggressively rough and inexperienced. But she was unexpectedly creative as well, and that was slowly starting to get Cassandra off, despite the rough treatment she was getting from the human girl. Having milk in her tits was still new to her, and getting milked was actually arousing, even with someone as rough as Akane doing it. Yet sucking from both of her own tits, under orders, was even more so; the pleasurable feeling of release was indescribable.
Cassandra could feel herself nearing her first orgasm just from trying to suck her own tits dry. Then two slender fingers slipped roughly into her folds just the right way for once and the Pokégirl creamed herself right then and there. She could feel the honey flowing out of her pussy, coating the fingers there as some of Akane’s finally melted away.
A pleased grin plastered itself onto the short haired girl’s face, as some of Akane’s urgency slowly left her. Cassandra whimpered a little as her tits fell out of reach of her mouth, and the fingers in her pussy stilled, yet didn’t go away. A single orgasm was nice, but it was nowhere near enough; Cassandra wanted more. “Don’t . . . don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she begged softly, her freshly, and permanently, increased libido getting the better of her then
“Oh? You like that, do you?” Akane asked with a soft, confident sneer, not quite cruel, but definitely teasing. Cassandra simply nodded, deciding that now was not the time to critique the girl on her techniques. “Then why don’t you and I have a little early lunch? Right here, right now . . . ,” Akane replied to the nod, pushing Cassandra slowly down to the floor.
The rules were simple. Alice would demonstrate a single finger technique on Nabiki’s apparently sensitive pussy. The ‘demonstration’ lasted until Nabiki orgasmed hard enough to cream herself. Then it was Nabiki’s job to ‘practice’ that same technique until she got the same result out of Alice. Needless to say, it was a very enjoyable but exhausting lesson plan.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Hee~! Hee~!”
*glush*glush*
Nabiki suddenly fell limp in the afterglow of yet another glorious climax. Again, it was wonderful, but it was exhausting just the same.
“Got you again, Boss! Time to practice what you’ve learned!” Alice cheered just a little too happily at her success. The ever present churring coming from the Shadowcat picking up a notch as she scooped up and licked down Nabiki’s excess fluids with her fingers. Every time, Alice never failed to lick the stuff up like a house cat going after real cream. After tasting some of each herself, Nabiki had to admit that neither of them tasted bad or anything, but the stuff definitely had to be an acquired taste.
“Okay, all clean, boss lady! Time to show teach that wonderful learning curve of yours!” Alice reminded her all too soon.
“Just give me a minute to catch my breath again, alright,” Nabiki retorted, almost desperately stalling for time. One way or another, she was going to have to build up her stamina if she was going to keep up with her new Pokégirl. Either that, or Nabiki had to get a second Pokégirl really soon so she could pawn them off on each other when they wanted extra innings.
“Just wait until we start mixing techniques! Then we can have some real fun, Boss,” Alice suggested dreamily as she waited, not-so-patiently, bouncing on her heels. The Pokégirl wasn’t pushy, and she definitely seemed to prefer playing the subordinate. Of course, that submissiveness didn’t help Nabiki keep up with the Pokégirl’s eagerness for sex at all.
Alice didn’t complain any at the delay, out loud at least, but she had this quiet way of pouting that even managed to make Nabiki feel guilty. It was a little detail that both of them were figuring out all too quickly for her tastes. Rolling her eyes at Alice’s second successful guilt trip in a row, Nabiki tiredly pulled herself up into a seated position. Then prepared to try her level best to wear Alice out in kind. Hopefully that would sate the Pokégirl long enough that Nabiki could find someone able to teach her how to drive her new RV.
“Tee hee! Go, go, go!” Elf cheered as she and Zwolf watched their new friend Akane tauntingly lick her new Pokégirl into a screaming orgasm. It was like watching a pro at work as she slowly slurped, licked, and occasionally nibbled the former Highelf into a sexual overload. The coolest part was that they were doing it right in the middle of the lounge where just anyryone could see.
Beneath her, Cassandra didn’t stand a chance, but the blond was trying desperately to give as what as she was taking. It was a losing battle though as the newly improved Pokégirl had to stop and moan out her own pleasure, loudly, as Akane deliberately worked her over. Then she was stuck trying to make up for both lost time and lost rhythm in her hopeless struggle.
That didn’t stop the two clones from cheering her on anyway. It wasn’t because they liked cheering for the underdog though; she was just the only one responding to the cheering, which is what made it fun. No matter who ‘lost it’ they won, so it was all just plain fun in the end.
“I challenge the winner this time!” Zwolf declared as Cassandra got audibly closer to climaxing yet again. Again, it was painfully easy to see who the ‘winner’ was going to be.
“Ah~!” Elf complained, pouting now that she didn’t think of doing that first. “Fine, but I get a round with the loser then! I want to see if she can take as much as Lou can before passing out! I mean, she is part Nymph now, remember,” she shot back, perking up as she remembered that part.
“Aieeee! Aieeee!” the blond girl screamed out suddenly, much louder than she had been. Above her, Akane swallowed down the Pokégirl’s honey like it was nectar and grinned at yet another successful triumph over the blond beneath her. Climbing off of her partner to stand up, Akane wiped some of that ‘triumph’ from her face and then licked it from her fingers.
“Did I hear someone challenge me?” the short haired girl purred out when she finally looked up, a distinctly hungry look in her eyes as she said it. Her entire being just radiating confident assurance, as if she were simply unbeatable and knew it to the very core of her being. Just the sight of her like that sent a delicious shiver running down Elf’s spine.
“Me! Me! I did! So that means you have to do me next, okay!?” Zwolf announced cheerfully, already pulling off what little clothing she normally wore. “The Challenger~ has arrived” Elf’s fellow clone added in a cheesy announcer’s voice, just before both of them broke into a short fit of giggles.
“Get over here! ” Akane demanded in a rather classic video game impersonation. “Or do you plan on just standing there all day instead?” she added in a tauntingly husky version of her normal voice. Her hands making a come hither gesture as she waited for Zwolf to come closer, who happily obliged her.
Meanwhile, Elf decided to see just how much the new G-Spliced had left in her right now. If nothing else, Elf could play with the girl a bit while she waited to see who would win Zwolf and Akane’s ‘eating’ contest. So no matter what happened, at least she would be entertained for a while.
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