[Episode 221376] [Episode 221376]
“Here they are,” Mike said as he lead them to another part of the grocery store’s storage room. “They’re letting me use these pens to house the Milktits while we’re doing our stay of tour here in Pewtit. I admit that it’s not the greatest of accommodations for them but they’re happy enough.” He grinned. “And I’m sure whichever two you choose will be very, VERY happy!” What he didn’t say was that HE would be very happy, as this would also be a form of advertising. He was willing to bet top credits that these Milktits would appear very soon in one of the girl’s DVDs...
And that meant Fortune Farms would get mentioning in the opening credits. That would show that Cock-A-Doodle-Doo Cock-Suckers over at the Mt. Kindle Chickenlittle Egg Farm which Sexii Island made the BEST Dairy Products for the Indigo League! Not like anyone would ever spend a single credit for porn of one of those stupid, unsexy chicken-types.
...
......
Okay, maybe for a Hot Chick but he knew they didn’t have any of those. Hot Chicks didn’t lay any eggs.
The eldest Tendo just stared at the containment area, her jaw moving up and down wordlessly. Slowly making her way over to the pen containing the dozen Milktits, Kasumi giggled as she looked on with wide-eyes. The look on her face slowly changed to becoming akin to that of a kid on the ultimate sugar high let loose within a candy store. So many choices yet the proverbial Matriarch of the Tendo sister knew she could only have two! Oh, the challenge! Oh the horror! Oh the sacrifice!
Ah well... at least thanks to the fortuitousness of fate and luck that things had aligned in her favor enough that she’s at least get TWO of these wonderful, busty bovine beauties. Giggling, she skipped up to the sides of the pen where the milking pokégirls were being kept. “At last!” She praised as she pressed herself right up against the chain-link fence. “Oh, it’ll be like I’ve always dreamed! I’ll be surrounded by so much milk! Cream! Cheese! Butter! Cream!”
“You said ‘cream’ already,” Nabiki pointed out, wanting her sister to just pick a pair so they could get going. While she was glad to have a break from Nodoka, this latest turn of events needed to take some getting used to. At the very least, it was giving her one hell of a migraine and she was REALLY needing to raid a liquor cabinet of some sort... maybe the NurseJoys at the PokéCenter had a secret stash they’d be willing to let her in one.
Turning about to look at her sister, the eldest Tendo gave the other girl a most devious, mischievous grin. “Why, my dear Nabiki. I mean a totally different kind of cream...”
Groaning, Nabiki brought a hand up to her face and pinched down on the bridge of her nose. She walked right into that one.
Blinking his eyes once, twice, it took a moment before a thought popped into Ranma’s head as to what Kasumi meant by that. A smile spreading over her face, it as a hopeful pigtailed martial artist that asked, “Does she mean ice-cream?” While he was all for keeping in shape and practicing the art... he had developed quite a sweet tooth for the frozen treats thanks to his time experimenting with them in his girl form.
Dropping her hand, Nabiki just STARED at Ranma; NO! She redefined stared! She would have thought after all this time in this perverted place that he’d have a sixth sense for picking up on euphemisms. “...I’m surrounded by morons.”
Ranma stared at Nabiki curiously for a moment, wondering what was with her attitude. “I thought you were surrounded by dairy products?” He asked curiously. After all, Kasumi had just been talking about all the wonderful treats that she’d look into making once she had those Milktits.
“AAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!” The middle Tendo sibling roared in frustration. Hands on the side of her head, she swore she could feel all four lobes of her brain pounding.
Watching Nabiki with surprise, Ranma could only mutter, “Sounds like somebody’s got an ice-cream headache...”
*KER-SNAP*!
Wincing, Ranma cringed at the sight before him. He was pretty sure there wasn’t supposed to be an audible ‘snapping’ noise when one twitched suddenly into a new position... nor was said position supposed to be one that seemed unnatural. Finally, after a long minute of silence, the pigtailed heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts asked, “Are you okay, Nabiki?
Turning slowly towards him Nabiki calmly raised her hands and grabbed onto the pigtailed dumb-ass by his shoulders. “Ranma...” she said his name in a calmly, deceptively eerie voice.
Gulping nervously, Ranma could only stutter the reply of, “Yuh-yeah?”
“Let’s help Kasumi find her Milktits so she can Bond with them and then...” leaning in, she whispered into his right ear with a heated voice. “Then we are going to find a quiet spot for you to fuck me! I’m going ape-shit and I need to VENT unless you want to help me stock up on enough booze to sink a battleship!”
Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. Okay so maybe Nabiki needed to vent. Hmmm...
“Hey, Kasumi?” The pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer spoke up suddenly. “Think you can handle choosing a Milktit on your own for a moment? I need to help Nabiki. We need to stock up on some supplies.” Turning his head and realizing Kasumi had made her way INSIDE of the pen while he’d been talking to Nabiki, he mumbled, “She’ll be all right.” A sweat-drop slowly tricked down his head as the woman’s purple clothing went flying. “...I guess...” The tone of his voice was hinting more to the point of him trying to assure himself Kasumi would be fine.
Shaking her head, the middle Tendo sibling had to wonder just when her sister had become such a pervert; had it been when they came to this world or much sooner? Deciding she had more important matters at hand that wondering about her sister’s debauchery; Nabiki took his hand and led him around the back storage to look for a good spot. “Don’t worry, Ranma. We’ll be back probably before she’s done. Let’s go someplace more... private.”
Nodding his head, Ranma gave the middle Tendo sister’s hand a little squeeze. “Yeah, but what's... well... ‘private’ back here?”
Looking around, the brunette girl looked about quickly, taking stock of what was in the storage room. Her gaze came to settle on a thick metal door with a thermometer on it. She turned to him and smirked. “Cold storage.”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma looked to where the grocery store would store frozen foods and then turned back to Nabiki. “You’re joking.”
“It won’t be long,” Nabiki told her favorite male. “And...” she smirked. “I’m sure you’ll heat me up enough that I won't feel it. Plus...” she blushed a little. “It’s close enough to a romantic fantasy I had once about doing it outside a wooden cottage in the snow.” She winked as she led him towards the door. Besides, everything should be wrapped up or boxed so any mess we make won’t cause a hazard.”
After a moment of considering what she told him, Ranma slowly nodded his head in acceptance. “If you say so,” he replied slowly as he followed Nabiki. When they made it to the large door, the pigtailed male took hold of the large handled and pulled. A rush of cold, frosty air came out, making his shiver. It was so heavy he actually SAW the air for a moment as it entered into the regular temperature of the rest of the storage area. “You’re sure now?”
The woman nodded her head. “Mmmhmm.” She smirked as she pulled him in with her, shutting the door behind her. “Oh good, a safety latch.” At the look on her lover’s face, she informed him, “To prevent people from being locked in and freezing to death.”
Taking a deep breath and watching as it danced on the air as he exhaled, Ranma replied, “That’s good ...” he looked about, seeing all the stacked boxes and even a few loose items about the room. “So where...?”
Smiling happily, Nabiki raised her hands and cupped his face. Staring into his eyes for a moment, she pulled him down to her before initiated a fiery kiss, one that lasted for almost a minute before she released him. “Well, seeing as if we lay down on the floor we’ll freeze or even sitting down on the boxes we’ll be uncomfortable, we should do this standing...” a mischievous twinkle sparkled in her eyes. “Let’s be creative...” she whispered huskily as she ran a hand over his chest, before undoing the wooden ties on his shirt to pull it open.
Watching as Nabiki brought her second hand up to help undress him, the raven-haired martial artist could only murmur, “Man... you’re really into it.” He let off a pleased sigh as the Tendo sister ran her hands up inside of his now exposed muscle shirt.
Looking up at his face, the woman answered, “Besides being frustrated... how can I not be eager to have some fun with someone I love?” She smiled, a genuine girlish smile of giddiness.
Ranma would never tire of the sight, he leans his head down giving her a kiss as his own hands reach under her shirt to rub her breasts. “Well, then I shouldn’t dawdle either.”
She cooed in delight. “Oh yes... that’s it...” she told him huskily. “Please your Ice Queen of Furinkan High...” she teased him, her hands moving down to his pants, pulling harshly on the sash he used as a belt.
Eyes widening in surprise, the pigtailed martial artist let off a soft yelp as she was suddenly pulling down his pants, her thumbs behind the waistband to get that grip to do so. “Woah! Y-you’re really into it here.”
The woman smirked at hearing that. “You got me addicted, lover.” She retorted as she nuzzled his chest. Letting go with her hands, she let his pants drop before feeling his bulge through his boxers.
Shuddering in delight at how grabby Nabiki was getting, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer replied, “Two can play at this game you know.” Ranma smirked as he took the initiative, surprising Nabiki as he, even faster than she undone his own pants, had her jeans around her ankles. He kneeled suddenly, denying her a grasp on his erection as he pulled her panties down. With the woman shocked, he continued to take control as he pushed one of her legs up and out of her undergarments so they wouldn’t be in the way.
While the cold air on her extremities caused Nabiki to shiver, she was more puzzled at what Ranma was up too. “Now just what is your plan, Saoto-WHOA!” She yelped as she was lifted up to where she found herself sitting on his shoulders, in reverse! She gasped as his warm tongue suddenly invaded her pussy without warning and immediately set about attacking her sweet spots that were discovered the other day. “Ngh! Ahh! Oooh... I... like how you show initiative!” She praised, trying to grind herself up against his face. “Mmmm yes... lick me... fucking lick your Queen’s pussy!” She commanded, pleased how much Ranma was getting into this.
And lick he did! With an extreme hunger and lust, Ranma delve in, mouth opening and closing around her pussy as he sucked; lower lip rubbing her clit. Through all the obscene noises of sucking and breathing, his tongue darted back and forth, licking about within her love-channel. It was such a wonderful taste and the temperature a contrast with the surroundings; he also relished in the body heat she was radiating.
Trying desperately to balance herself, Nabiki held onto the top of his hair, trying resist the urge to grab his hair too roughly or tear it out from all the intense pleasure wracking her body. “Oooooh fuuuuuck...” she moaned happily as his tongue worked her body wonderfully. “Yessssss...” she hissed as she could feel a dripping sensation from the roof of the room, the cold water hitting her hot skin and making her shiver with pleasure. Oh did she ever need this!
However, it was no surprise that she was getting it as good as she was. Ranma sensed that need growing within her. She’d met him at the court-house already tense and it had just risen with greater urgency. Now that he had a chance to help her, he was taking it... and kami, was he enjoying how he took it!!
“Rah-Raaanmaaaa...” she whined, squirming against his tongue as she lightly ground her muff into his face. She collected his hair into her hands, trying to not pull too much but making sure she had a hold with her clenched hands. “I... nngghh-yeeeaaahhh...”
With the woman’s moans spurning him on, Ranma grinned and kept up his work. He nuzzled his face between her legs, nose rubbing her clit as his tongue worked wonders about her mouth lips. Kami-sama! She really was a tasty treat! Better than any of the frozen treats they had back here for one thing!
Gritting her teeth, Nabiki panted heavily. Despite the cold of the room, Ranma was making her burn up. Every time she felt her shoulders or the back of her neck touch the ceiling was heaven, the frost melting and making a wonderful clash of temperatures. Slowly, one of her hands moved under her shirt, stroking a breast feverishly. “Ugh! Oh Ranma... I’m... nghhh!!” Suppressing the urge to scream she covered her mouth with her free hand, muffling her cries as her orgasm hit her suddenly and very hard. A rush of thicker, wet juices secreted harder in torrent from her pussy and onto Ranma’s lips and tongue. The Tendo girl bucked her hips, desperate to rub her cunt against his face in need!
At the rush of fluid, Ranma did his best to suck as much as it as he could. Kami-sama! The Tendo girl was simply exploding! As much difficulty as it was to get all her fluids, he wasn’t going to back down from a challenge! His tongue moved about, trying to pleasure her even as she orgasmed; in effect also trying to get as much of her delicious natural honey into his mouth. However, even if he was very willing and giving it his best, it was a bit of a losing battle as the flow was immense!
Her eyes clenched, Nabiki whimpered and squirmed as even when the zenith of pleasure from her release ebbed to nothing, the constant, roaming tongue prolonged the sensations. Not like she was going to complain mind you, it was incredible! Finally she felt Ranma let her down, still clinging to him and panting heavily as she nuzzled into his chest. “Mmm... oh, that was good...” She murmured in a tone, indicating that she was still riding a giddy high. Reaching down, her hand rubbed the front of his crotch and then slid his boxers down, grasping him she gently stroked his rigid member. “Now it’s your turn...” she smirked and added in a lustful voice, “unless you want to get to fucking me now...”
Ranma smiled widely as the soaking with sweat woman pressed up against him, his hand reaching around to rub the small of her back. “That doesn’t seem like a hard choice! Get to fucking of get to fuck~ing!"?” The voice suddenly changed from a soft baritone to a sweet Soprano. The redhead blinked her eyes once, twice. “...Wuh?”
Now Nabiki was staring... at the redhead as her fingers scratched. Where she’d been fondling a nice meaty stick, she was now rubbing curls of hair. “...What?" She asked curiously before realizing that the redhead’s face and abdomen were rather moist. She reached over to her face and rubbed a finger along the redhead’s stomach and then her face.
Raising a red eyebrow as the woman chuckled, the trans-gendered martial artist asked with an annoyed tone of voice, “What?”
The woman rubbed her right index finger and thumb together. “I think some of the ice in here got moist from our heat and enough got on you to trigger your curse once it cooled,” Nabiki snickered. It would be the pigtailed one’s luck.
The woman blinked her eyes once, twice. “Why!?” She shrieked in aggravation. “Oh for to love of the kami... this sucks!” The redhead complained angrily. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. Now she’d have to go and get some hot water!
The gears in her mind turning, Nabiki smirked widely as a realization hit her like a ton of bricks. “No it doesn’t...”
The neo-girl stared incredulously at the most mercenary of the Tendo women. “And why is Tha~AAAT!?” The redhead gasped as her lover pulled her shirt wide open. “Nah-Nabiki!?” She started to shriek, only to have the woman place a finger over her mouth.
“Shh...” the middle Tendo told her. “We don’t want to attract attention. Especially when this is just perfect..."
As Nabiki lowered her hand, the trans-gendered Jusenkyo victim asked, “Perfect?”
Grinning, Nabiki looked around... and stopped as she saw there was a wrapped pair of popsicles out of the container. Holding them up, she read the label. “Cherry Poppersicles... a foot-long of taste.” She unwrapped them and smirked as they were a certain phallic shape. “Cherry Poppers indeed...” she looked to Ranma with a wide grin.
Now Ranma-chan became nervous as the woman looked at him with much mischievousness in her eyes. “Nabiki... why are you looking at me like that?” She stepped back as the other woman with a Cheshire-like grin took a step forward. “Come on! This isn’t funn~iiieeeeee...” she shrieked as both bulbous tips of the popsicles were pressed to her nipples.
“Ranma, Ranma, Ranma...” the mercenary Tendo sister repeated her lover’s name almost chidingly. “As much as I could use a dick in me... this is an opportunity to continue to prove what I meant the other night when you got soaked... that it doesn’t matter what form you are... that you’re you.” Her smile was filled with lust. “And now I’m going to show you how we gals feel.” She pulled the popsicles in her left hand back and sucked on it while still rubbing the other against the neo-girl’s left nipple.
“AH!” The redhead cried out in shock. “Na-Nabiki! Hey! Cut it-ngh!” Ranma-chan shivered as Nabiki continued this torture. It was horribly cold but her breast felt oddly good!
Kneeling carefully on the material of her jeans so she wasn’t touching the frosty floor directly, Nabiki removed the popsicle from her mouth and rubbed it along the red-head's slit. Her eyes narrowed a she watched the movements of the neo-girl’s labial folds intently.
“AAAHHHH!” Ranma-chan yelped, jumping a little as something very wet and cold rubbed against her slit. “Nabiki-chan!” She gasped in shocked. “I... I’m not-MUURHP!?” She garbled as the frozen treat that had been to her breast suddenly went to her mouth. Her eyes widened as she felt that while cold and tasting of an intense cherry flavor... it was certainly VERY anatomically correct.
Rising her head, Nabiki latched her mouth onto the cherry coated nipple, succulently using her tongue in a slow, methodical naughty manner. At the same time the Cherry Poppersicle in her left hand delved into the redhead’s muff.
The redhead’s eyes widened considerably. “C-COOOOOOOLD!!” Ranma-chan yelled as a freezing yet pleasant sensation rode up and throughout her body. She grabbed onto the sides of Nabiki’s head as the woman kept attacking her nipple. “Oh, oh shit! Biki!!”
At the neo-girl’s cries, Nabiki finally relented. Ceasing with her nipple licking, she looked up at Ranma’s blue eyes with a smirk on her face. “A bit chilly I bet...” she said in a teasing voice as she continued to slowly move the chilly treat back and forth along the redhead’s love-channel. “So how does that feel?”
Staring down at the woman on her knees, the trans-gendered redhead panted a bit to catch her breath; breasts heaving with each intake of air. “F-fucking cold is how it feels!” Ranma-chan whined as Nabiki slowly pumped the phallic popsicle in and out of her pussy. “I am...” she winced at a particularly twisted thrust. “I’m so getting you for this...” she promised the Tendo girl.
The most mercenary of the Tendo daughters grinned. “Oh, I welcome it... and for the record, I still want your cock pounding the shit out of my pussy.” And she would see to it that she got it. Truth be told, Nabiki had a small pocket drink container of water she picked up from the AsS-Mart; only a few cubic centimeters but still it was warm. She knew it would be a good thing to carry with Ranma around, so his lack of male parts would be easily to rectify... but not yet.
Panting, Ranma shivered as Nabiki rubbed the head of the cherry-flavored popsicle that had been in her mouth against her other nipple. Panting harder for air now, her hot breath was visible in the air for a moment as they froze. “Nabikiiiieeeee....” she whined as the woman pushed more of the popsicle up her womanhood; going stiff as she felt an unfamiliar sensation. “AAAHHHHH!”
Feeling a sudden obstacle within the neo-girl’s passage, Nabiki raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you really ARE a cherry?” She smirked as she looked up at Ranma. “Shall we?”
Looking at the middle Tendo, Ranma-chan shook her head violently! “No!” She gasped as the girl still pressed on anyway, making her jump a bit. “Please! I... I’m not ready for... that!” She said between her pants for breath. Throughout it all, Nabiki never stopped rubbing her nipple with the other phallic popsicle.
The Tendo woman’s other eyebrow rose to meet her first one. “Hmm? Not ready?” She asked curiously.
The Jusenkyo-cursed victim shook her head rapidly once more. “Nabs... I-ngh!” She gasped. “I’d love to let you have it but I... I’m not ready!”
The middle Tendo sister went quiet for a moment, finally letting up on her teasing of the redhead, if only while she mentally processed those words. “You’d let me deflower you?” Nabiki finally asked, sounding genuinely touched.
Because of her blushing, Ranma-chan’s face began to match her hair. “Well, yeah but-”
The devilishly grinning Tendo sister interrupted her. “Then get ready!”
Her eyes widening as the Tendo brew the popsicle back for ramming speed, the redhead understandably shrieked, “Wait!!”
Pausing in her motion, Nabiki frowned and looked up at the neo-girl with an annoyed expression. “...Why not?”
Staring at the woman with a half-lidded expression, the redhead dead-panned, “Nabiki, please forgive me if this is harsh but please think. You’d be deflowering me with a POPSICLE!”
Pausing for a moment, Nabiki slowly nodded her head as she admitted, “That would be a little degrading.” While not as bad as ‘losing it to P-Chan’ it was almost down there with it.
Letting out a breath of relief, she didn’t realize she was holding, the redhead relaxed her stance. Thank Kami-sama! Maybe now she could get the woman to calm down!
Grinning, the middle Tendo then added, “But that doesn’t mean these aren’t good tools for helping train you.” She smirked. Oh yes, that would teach her for making all those ice-cream jokes!
“Wuh?” Ranma-chan gasped before gagging as Nabiki pushed the cherry popsicle back into her mouth. Her eyes widened as the tip pushed past the back of her throat an down! The icy cherry extension that was molded to portray a pair of testicles pressed against her chin, freezing her lower lip.
With her lover’s mouth full, the middle Tendo took the popsicle out of Ranma-chan’s love-channel and began to lick and suck on it herself. Mmmm redhead cherry flavor. There was something just so fitting about that...
Although she tried to cough, the plunging frozen confectionary was in the way, teasing her gag reflex as it plunged back and forth. The neo-girl moaned as the other cold treat was pushed back into her womanhood once more, making her shiver in a barely-suppressed delight. It was just so cold!! Well, that and her nipples. They’d been left soaked and the temperature kept them freezing; they were poking so far out!
Watching the redhead as she toyed with her, Nabiki smirked with pride at the evolution of Ranma-chan’s pleasure, seeing how it went from ‘cold and unbearable’ to ‘cold and stimulating’. It reminded her of the first time she used an ice-cube as a masturbation aide; it was fucking cold but when done right it gave her a wonderful sensation.
Removing the popsicle from Ranma-chan’s mouth, Nabiki finally stood up and kissed the blushing redhead. “So... had enough or do you want me to make you cum before you can have your ‘revenge’ on me?”
Panting for breath, Ranma couldn’t believe what she was about to ask for. As much as it embarrassed her, she knew what she wanted at that time. So, mustering her courage, the neo-girl looked into Nabiki’s eyes. “Make...” she coughed, the overpowering scent of cherry filling her nasal cavity. Once that was under control, she managed to tell her, “Make me cum.”
Smiling widely, Nabiki again leaned in to kiss her. Breaking the lip-lock, she told the other woman, “Oh, I will.” That said, she handed Ranma-chan the cherry pop that she’d been feeding her and went back down to kneeling. Nuzzling her face against Ranma-chan’s red curls, she brought her right hand up and peeled her lover’s folds open. She then mimicked what Ranma had done to her, pushing her tongue deep into the redhead’s warmth, while the popsicle she often used on the redhead’s cunt was now used to rub Ranma-chan’s clit as the Tendo woman began to eat her out.
Closing her eyes, Ranma-chan moaned as she had the woman licking her clit. It felt so... different... and the texture sticky... she wasn’t sure if that was from her own juices of bits of melted Cherry Poppersicle... but the fact remained that when she placed that red frozen treat to her clit, the neo-girl grit her teeth as she tried to let off a silent squeal.
Hearing the musical tone of her lover’s arousal grow, Nabiki dutifully continued to plunge her tongue deeply into the neo-woman’s heat. When she saw Ranma-chan use her own popsicle to join Nabiki’s own in working her clit, she smiled. “Good,” she thought seriously. “You need to not let your perceptions of your girl half plague you... come on, cum for me, cum for me sweetie. Then we can both give each other a hell of an orgasm when you’re male again.
Finally the redhead couldn’t take it any longer. Moaning louder than before, Ranma-chan bucked her hips, her folds fluttering and spasming against the Tendo woman’s lips before unleashing a torrent of creamy, hot liquid... like molten honey!
Needless to say, Nabiki was surprised. Both by how much she came and the sticky-sweet, thickness of the fluids. Closing her eyes, she dutifully slurped the flow up, loving the flavor. “Mmmm... mmm... oh sweet, you’re so sweet,” she mumbled between licks and pants of breath.
Panting for breath as she came down from her orgasm, the redhead lightly glared at the woman before her legs. “Buh-bad joke...”
Smiling deviously, Nabiki licked her popsicle, finally getting it thin enough that she could eat the rest of it. She reached down for her jeans and brought out a small five inch tall and one inch wide vial-like thermos. “While not much, this ought to be enough hot water to continue things. Finish your popsicle and then you can use your proper form on me.”
Ranma-chan stared down at her, a look of shock across her pretty face. “Wait! If you had that with you then why the hell didn’t you use it sooner!?” The redhead yelped, demanding to know why she’d done that for her.
An annoyed looked crossed over the middle Tendo sister’s face. “Because,” she started in a firm tone of voice as she stood up. “I was proving a point!” She poked the redhead’s nose. “One of the things holding you back is that you feel because you can become a girl half the time, you have to prove your manhood because of those stupid preconceptions of manliness instilled by your dumb-ass father!” She flicked the water at her, making the redhead yelp as she changed back to her birth gender.
“You are Ranma Saotome,” Nabiki stated firmly. “As a guy or girl... I see you no less as a woman or a man...” taking a deep breath, the woman with the pageboy haircut looked into his sapphire eyes. “I love you Ranma, not the gender...and now.” She recapped the mini-thermos before she curled up against him. “I want my lover to fuck the shit out of his Queen.”
Nodding his head, Ranma turned Nabiki about and he slapped her ass. “Oh, you can bet your bubble-butt that I’m going to fuck the shit out of you for that,” he said firmly. Yet as he pressed the head of his cock at her cunny, a thought hit him... one that made him grin. “Wait... aren’t your hips still hurting you?” He slowly began to move his cock away. Play with his girl side like that, will she? Maybe she’d need a little wait.
Alarmed by his sudden with-drawl, the most mercenary of the Tendo sisters looked at him with alarm. “They’re healed enough,” the woman answered quickly. “Plus I need you... please!” She pleaded, tugging on his arm as she turned about. Shivering as she pressed her back against the wall, she then lifted one leg for easy access.
Looking at the erotic sight, Ranma could feel his resolve weakening. “You sure?” He asked curiously. Yet still, he didn’t move to take the bait.
Seeing him standing there, the Tendo woman pouted rather cutely. “Ran~maaaa...” she whined.
Unable to resist any longer, Ranma sighed and walked up to the pleading Tendo. He then slowly rubbed the tip of his lengthy member against her cunt before he slowly slide in. He shivered as he felt his maleness wrapped by the hot, velvety vice that was Nabiki’s inner-folds. “Ngh! Oh yeah, that’s good.”
Pressing her head back against the wall, the woman cried out as she bucked her hips to entice her lover to slide in further. “Ahhhhhhhhh! Ooooooh yeah... that’s what mama needs!” She moaned happily. Sure, she felt a pin-prick of soreness but it was negligible.
Pressing up against her and sandwiching her between him and the icy wall, Ranma started to buck his hips. His steely, cherry-syrup-coated manhood plunged back and forth in her cunny, sharing the sweetness... in more ways than one.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!” Nabiki cried, managing to lift both her legs up, wrapping them around his waist as she clung to him. She was at his mercy as she felt him wail on her pussy like a punching bag. “Fuuuuuuuck... s-so fucking deep! Fuck, it’s so good!”
Smiling, Ranma kissed her forehead before he trailed a series of kisses down to her lips. “You’re fucking tight and wet Nabs...” he whispered in a low, husky voice. “You really were hot and ready for this,” he teased as he thrust his hips back and forth, pounding her mercilessly.
Panting for breath as her stallion rode her, the most mercenary of the Tendo daughters tried to explain, “All the stuff going on was giving me a migraine and I—oh fuck yes—I needed a release! And besides...” she let out a low moan as Ranma ground his cock around inside her. “Buh-besides... I don’t think you need me as a lush-drunk.”
That comment made the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer raise an eyebrow. “Like those old geezers we call our dads?” He snorted and then gave the woman a particularly hard thrust into her cunt. “No way! I like my Ice Queen the way she is.” He breathed hotly as he slowly began to nip along her neck. “With all her wicked personality and wonderful brains and body intact!”
Smiling, the naughty Tendo sister tightened the grip her legs had around her lover’s waist. “Mmm... you’ve-oooh fuck...” she gasped at a particularly nice and fulfilling thrust of her lover’s cock. “You really are getting better at sweet talking...” she murmured, the woman in sheer bliss. She then opened her mouth, accepting another sloppy kiss. “Mmm yes... I love you... I fucking love you, Ranma.”
Part of Ranma loved to hear her say those words. Yet, he wasn’t completely sure how to respond to them. Nabiki told him aside she didn’t expect him to fall in love with her, but still he hated not being able to say something back. He wanted to say it but it wouldn’t have felt right and in a way that made him ashamed. To get his mind off such thoughts, he told her, “You’re not shy saying those words these days.”
Panting for breath as her lover continued to move his hips back and forth, she told him, “I can’t help it...” she told him, arms rising to wrap around his neck. “With you... like this... I feel freed of all the bullshit that’s surrounded my life... just man and woman... lovers... even if a realistic girl like me used to laugh at the notions of ‘true love’...” she chuckled bitterly as she bucked her hips then with force. “Look at me. I’m calling your name, saying those words... actually enjoying fucking sex... the world could burn to cinders and I’d be content in this moment.”
Ranma smirked. “I’m glad you’re content but... let's go for ‘ecstatic’.” With that said, the pigtailed martial artist did for her what he tried for Cyan. Applying his knowledge and training with the Katchü Tenshin Amaguriken... to his hips!
The effect was instantaneous, speedy and powerful... almost akin to a jackhammer.
Nabiki’s eyes threatened to burst out of her skull. She screamed. Screamed good and long as she bite down on Ranma’s shoulder, squealing as her mercilessly pounded her cunt. Within moments, she went into not one, not two, but three multi-orgasms almost back-to-back from that alone It was an amazing feeling! Incredible, ecstatic as he said yet just beyond know words and sensations! No WONDER everyone here was calling him an ‘11’!!
Hanging off Ranma, the middle Tendo mewled loudly like a Cat-type in heat. “Ooooh... oooh fuck! Fuck me!” She cried out, even as he continued to plunder her. “Do it, you magnificent bastard! Fuck me until my hips are busted! Fill my pussy until it bursts!” She pleaded as she tightened her legs. She brazenly bit harshly at his neck, uncaring that she was going to leave marks that would be difficult to explain away to Akane or anyone else.
She just didn’t care.
Closing his eyes, Ranma groaned at the little bites but kept on moving, his hips thrusting back and forth, back and forth. He wasn't going to lose out on this moment. He was going to work them as hard and fast as he could! He wanted to reach orgasm as a man and he wanted it right then and there, DAMN IT!
“Cum, cum Ranma!” The middle-born Tendo sister demanded of her lover. “Fill my cunt with your sugar! I want it! I NEED IT!” Nabiki screamed as she orgasmed once more, her multi-orgasm not letting her rest. She was entering a sexual nirvana and was fighting to stay conscious.
His eyed clenched shut, Ranma returned the favor. Biting onto her neck, he SLAMMED his cock into her folds, cock throbbing from all the pent up sexual pleasure that had been coursing through him since they entered this frozen room.
In the back of his mind, it was as if they were in the Hiryü Shöten Ha of SEX! Intense heat spiraling within intense cold!
Nabiki cried as her orgasm continued to wrack her body, heightened by her lover continued efforts. She tightened her arms and legs around him, wanting every drop in Ranma’s trembling balls. “Fuck yesss...” she hissed in pleasure. “Give it to me... please, give it to me nowww...” she practically rowled.
And then it happened. He came... and hard! It was painful to him to start, one, thick, huge burst into Nabiki that just flooded her, quickly followed my numerous, albeit more normal blasts of his creamy essence.
Oh yes, being worked up in such a unique way allowed him to orgasm just as... uniquely that time. That didn’t make it any less pleasurable though.
Eyes widening suddenly, Nabiki then clenched her eyelids shut as she released several blissful coos of pleasure. Wiggling against him as his dick throbbed inside of her, she gasped and moaned. “Oooh... oooh.... so... so warm...” she murmured happily.
Groaning, Ranma pressed himself up against his woman. “Yeah... warm,” he agreed, it certainly did heat their bodies up. He just hoped he got a chance to towel down before his sweat cooled and ruined the moment.
However, any worries about the moment being ruined by a sudden gender-change would prove to be naught. They were ruined when the door to the storage room was opened, the eldest Tendo’s face flushed and the woman wearing only her long purple, fur-collared P.I.M.P. coat. “Ah-HA!” She shouted as she pointed at the two. “There you are!”
“KUH-KASUMI!” Both exclaimed as the eldest Tendo stood at the open door.
Staring at the scene for a long moment, a mischievous smile spread across the obviously laid Tendo’s face. She turned about and calmly shut the door, walking over to the still conjoined lovers. “"Naughty, naughty, naughty you two!” She chided as she came up to them. “In a freezer of all places... a very nice touch!” She praised as she gave the two a thumbs-up. “I wish I’d thought of that!”
“Uh... thanks, Sis...” Nabiki replied, her voice unsure as a sweat-drop trailed down the side of her head.
Standing there, Ranma wasn’t sure what to do. He hadn’t been thinking they’d have been caught. Trying to get the focus off himself and Nabiki, he asked the other Tendo woman, “So, did you get your Milktits?”
The woman grinned with a more natural smile. “Oh yes! Mike’s getting the paperwork for me, hence why I came to fetch... you...” her eyes sparkled as she saw their joined sexed. “Oh my...” she whispered huskily. She then kneeled and eyed the leaking fluids from their shared passion. “Mmm... this is delightfully messy... let me...” she licked her lips, “clean you two up.”
Realizing what that meant, Nabiki’s eyes widened in alarm. “Sis! No! You wouldn’t~AAAIIIEEEE!!” The Tendo sister squealed as does as a warm and lively tongue attacked her down there.
Groaning as Kasumi’s tongue licked about his dripping cock, Ranma nodded his head. “Yeah, thanks Kas-chan... freakin’ sweating here despite the cold...” he said, still panting as he pressed himself against Nabiki, arms wrapped around her tightly.
Now it was the Tendo that was caught off-guard. Staring into her lover’s eyes, she demanded to know, “Ruh-Ranma! How can you be c-calm when my sister’s licking us down there!?
Ranma simply shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a Pokégirl World,” was his honest answer.
“He’s got that right,” came another female voice from further in the cooler.
Needless to say, the voice was quite the surprise. Looking down, Nabiki caught sight of an entirely pale blue-skinned woman, hair and eyes a complete white while her lips and nipples that were a beautiful shade of purple. “Ice Maiden,” the pokégirl explained. “I also happen to work security here.” A smirk crossed her face. “So, you work in porn, huh? Would you like a copy of the security tape?”
Grinning, Kasumi was pleased to respond, "Yes please!”
“WAIT!” Ranma yelped, realization smacking him like a sack full of bricks. “You mean they’d be getting my...” he blushed. “My transformation and...”
“It can be edited to make it seem like two separate people,” Kasumi quickly re-assured him. She was interested in getting more work out quickly... even if it didn’t include her.
Oh no, she wasn't trying to give Nabiki an edge... she’d have her own tape with a Milktit orgy to push. “Eh heh heh...”
The pigtailed martial artist twitched. That giggle scared him.
Cooing in delight, the Tomboy threw her head back, letting out little squeals of delight. Her legs closed around Kasumi’s head, unbelieving in how well the woman could lick pokégirl pussy. “Oh, oh yeessss...” she hissed, squirming as she danced on that tongue.
The human woman with the title of P.I.M.P. continued to work her tongue in and out of the pokégirl’s cunt with increasing vigor. “Mmmm you taste so good...” she praised as she flicked her tongue across the engorged clit of the Tomboy, while one hand rubbed her mostly bare mound, teasing the peach-fuzz of red curls that adorned it.
Shivering in delight, Misty brought her hands down, wrapping her fingers into locks of chestnut hair as she clenched her fists. “Oooh... OOOH! By the Thousand Gods! Oh yes, your tongue’s a ten, woman! A TEN!” She cried out, shaking her hips to put more pressure down there.
Smiling proudly at the praise, the woman wrapped her tongue around the girls clit and sucked on it, batting the bulb with her tongue while she shoved not one, not two but three fingers into the tight tomboy cunny and pumps with intense vigor.
“AH! Fuh-FUCK! FUCK YES!” The red-tressed Tomboy moaned, shaking her head back and froth like a bobble-doll, her small side ponytail twirling. “Oh yes, you know how to use a tongue! And fingers! MMMPH! Oh yesss...” she hissed in pleasure, loving how the P.I.M.P. worked her pussy.
“Like that, Mi-chan?” Kasumi cooed playfully as she pumped her fingers faster and harder into the Tomboy’s cunt. “Do you like my fingers? Then I bet you’ll love this.” With that said, she produced a Super Syn-Flesh Super Fucker-Penetrator 3,000 Strap-on. A strap-on with synthetic flesh that felt like the real thing minus the splooge.
The Normal-type pokégirl’s eyes sparkle as she stared lovingly at it. It was beautiful, amazing, it was...
*SPLLRRRRT*!
“WUH!?” Misty gasped as the toy started spraying all over her...
“Oh... oh man...” Ash panted as he fell atop of his pokégirl. “That was... awesome!” At last! Sex without any strangeness to it! Straight-forward missionary! Halleluiah, the Thousand Gods HAD listened to his prayers!
Misty blinked her eyes once, twice, her senses slowly returning to normal. “...THAT'S IT?”
Raising his head to look at his Tomboy, Ash inquired, “Huh?”
The woman stared at her Tamer in shock. “I... that was...” she snarled. “That was barely five minutes!”
At the rising anger of his pokégirl, the young son of Nodoka Sexum responded in kind. “No it wasn’t! That was ten! It’s not my fault you were zoning out!” Ash proclaimed angrily as he pointed to the alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed. “And besides, given that I’m still kind of drugged from whatever mom injected into my ass via blow-dart, I think I did VERY well!”
Looking down at Ash, the pokégirl looked up into her Tamer’s eyes with a heated glare. “Oh, good Thousand Gods! You’re BARELY a 2.4!!” She claimed in a scathing, agitated voice.
“E-excuse me?!" Ash growled incredulously. “I'm only fifteen! It’s a little difficult to compete with guys who either get their dicks surgically fixed or are just freakishly blessed!” He snorted, “Besides, I’m at least five! You’re just exaggerating...”
Despite his protests, the pokégirl continued to glare. “I wasn’t talking about inches, I was talking about SKILL! That sex flippin’ SUCKED!”
Although he winced at her verbal bashing of his Taming prowess, the young Sexum wasn’t done. “I told you, I’m still half out of it from the damn tranquilizers! I’m amazed I got it up! You’re the one who said you wanted a Taming!”
“No, I said I NEEDED it,” the Tomboy corrected. “I felt the twinges of withdrawal, that’s all!” The pokégirl yelled, glaring at him. “But now that you mention it, yes. You ARE a little on the short side...”
With that pot-shot to his manhood, Ash twitched. “Oh for the love of!” Taking a deep breath, the Would-be Pokégirl Harem Master shouted, “Damn it, Misty! NO MATTER WHAT I DO, YOU’RE ANGRY OR UNSATISFIED WITH ME! WHAT DO I GOTTA DO TO PLEASE YOU!?”
The pokégirl sat up, knocking him off her. Staring down at him, she shouted back, “MAYBE TRY AND KEEP HARD LONG ENOUGH FOR ME TO GET OFF, FOR STARTERS!?”
“I try!” Ash cried out in exasperation. “But you berate me at every turn!”
The redheaded Tomboy frowned. “This is only the first time I berated you for Taming...” she narrowed her eyes. “Listen buster, either shape up or perhaps I’ll tell your mother you need some ‘remedial courses’!”
That thread was enough to get through to Ash. His eyes widened with complete and utter fear. “NO! NonononoNOOO! Anything but that!” He shrieked in fear. “I don’t need Kinshou fucking me to death!”
Placing her finger on his chest, she leaned forward. “Then get to practicing on your other girls. If you don’t get me off the next time, I swear that your mom is going to hear from me!”
“You never TELL me what please you!” He exclaimed in frustration. “I try to ask and you say there’s no point!”
The pokégirl stared back at her Tamer. “That’s because you should know! Wasn’t your mother training you all this time to be the best possible Tamer you could hope to be!?” She demanded to know.
“I TRY TO BLOCK ALL THAT OUT!” He shouted in all seriousness. “IT WAS TRAUMATIZING!”
Groaning, the Tomboy lowered her head. “Great...” she grumbled in annoyance, raising a hand to rub the bridge of her nose to avert an oncoming headache.
Staring at his pokégirl, Ash explained in all honesty how he felt about that portion of his life. “Well, would you like your mother making overt sexual overtones to you, smother you with her tits, grope you or let her pokéwomen screw you until you felt like dying at the age of eight? Most kids don’t start training until they’re at the least ten!”
Misty stared at her Tamer in shock. “Wait! You had two EXTRA years of training? Shouldn’t that have at least ingrained muscle memory into what you do properly!?”
“Not when it’s traumatizing!” Ash shrieked. “Azaela’s a rough and tumble wolf gal! And then there’s Kinshou who...” he looked away from his pokégirl, reddening in the face, “just loved using vibrators on my ass.” He sighed in shame. “Like I said, I block it out because it didn’t feel like training but rather torture!” Granted in a weird parallel to his brother Ranma, when Ash was oversexed and zonked out, he didn’t know it but he went into a ‘zone’. He could uber-fuck anyone but the trauma made it hard for him to truly recall his training.
“I could come back with vibrators if need be,” came the familiar female voice of Kinshou from outside of the door to Ash’s room.
Shrieking in fear, the Pokégirl Tamer cried back to the door, “NO NEED! NO NEED!!!”
Lowering her head in disbelief Misty sighed in defeat. Apparently her Tamer had some legitimate problems with his performance... oh yes, when she saw that Professor Stroak again, she as going to give him a kick square in his wrinkled scrotum!
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