[Episode 228077] [Episode 228077]
First there was Nabiki, walking with Ice Queen conviction, her emotional mix nervous and even afraid, but with a certain amount of exhilaration.
With her came Ranma, floating silently beside Nabiki. Silent only in her feet, that is. "Nabiki, this is a really bad idea. We don't know anything about what will happen!"
Next was Akane, hobbling along with a mallet as a crutch. The youngest Tendo stared daggers at the sound of Ranma-chan's voice. She knew that if someone was entering someone else's body, that someone had to be a pervert. And as soon as she figured out exactly how to mallet someone she couldn't see, which mallets passed through, she was going to punish the pervert!
Last in line was Kasumi. The elder daughter's eyes roamed with concern. Akane's ankle, Nabiki's determination, Ranma's reluctance...things were spinning wildly out of control. "Nabiki, are you sure?"
Nabiki nodded. "I may not be a martial artist, but I do keep in good shape. And Ranma has watched every practice you've had."
"And joined in on a few of 'em," Ranma added with reluctance. "Nabiki's right. I can fight the match."
"But not as a guy and not as a spirit," Nabiki said brightly. "So take me, cutie." She grinned as Akane turned purple.
Kasumi watched Ranma reach towards Nabiki. For a moment they just held hands, then it was like Nabiki's arm was sucking the spirit in. Kasumi has a brief image of a vacuum cleaner in action. "Oh my."
"What?" Akane snapped, grabbing her mallet with both hands. "Did the pervert do something?"
Here we go again, Ranma thought bitterly.
Here we go again, Nabiki thought morosely.
"Akakane yoweu shhowhaldt areamwe?" Nabiki's mouth said...sorta.
Akane stared for a moment. "She's speaking in tongues!" She raised her mallet over her head. "Oh great kamisama, please accept this violent and loyal offering. Thank you."
"A smiting? We haven't had one of those in...wait...oh crap. No. Abort. Run away. Quickly."
"What? Why?"
Peorth scowled at her subordinate. "Urd was drunk when she spun the thread for that Saotome kid."
The lesser goddess was unimpressed. "So?"
"Drunk by Urd's standards."
The goddess's eyes widened as she contemplated the horror. "We don't want no part of that shit."
"Right. Purge the logs and recalibrate the system. With any luck, we'll miss it."
"Miss what?"
"We don't want to know."
No kiddin'. I don't think you could take a hit like that.
Yeah. You want to try talking again?
I think ya should try ta talk. I'll try for a kata.
Nabiki's body moved slowly into one of Anything Goes's simpler katas. "Akane, what are you doing?"
"Trying to get that pervert out of you," Akane sulked, trying to get her mallet up without putting pressure on her ankle. She just didn't have the balance to do it.
"He's not a pervert," Nabiki said distractedly. She was trying to stay relaxed and give Ranma full control, but her point of view was spinning wildly as a result. "Okay, this is...ugh gonna be sick..."
Ranma stopped moving her...their body instantly. Are you okay? This was a bad idea.
"What did the pervert do now!?"
Kasumi just frowned in concern.
Nabiki's hands came up to wave off the concern, although who was controlling the limbs was indeterminate academics. "No, no. I'm fine. Just need to get used to not controlling my own body."
Akane looked at Nabiki dubiously. "Getting sick during a fight like this, you'll lose."
Nabiki nodded distractedly, then realized Ranma was the one nodding. She's right. We need to keep going.
"Wow, Ranma, that's the shakiest kata you've tried yet," Akane said, watching Nabiki's body closely. She had mostly gotten over the weirdness of the situation, but it was still weird to see Ranma's scowl and Nabiki's nausea on the same face.
"It wasn't that bad," Kasumi offered.
"Yeah it was," Nabiki's voice retorted.
I think I have an idea, Nabiki offered privately.
Whazzat?
"Akane? Kasumi? Could you give us a break? I think we need to be alone for a bit."
The two looked at each other and their possessed sister, and soon Kasumi was helping Akane get to bed.
OK, Nabs, I know that wasn't your big ide-HEY!
Nabiki had closed the dojo door and barred it, and promptly took off her gi and firmly groped her chest. "Problem, Ranma?" she asked sweetly.
We're supposed ta be practicin! Ranma wailed, frantically trying to figure out what was going on.
No, Nabiki thought back. You're supposed to be getting used to using me with your naughty little sex spirit powers. Running katas might do it for you, but I'm going to need something different.
An you think that's THIS!?* Ranma asked, the thought exploding into a scream as Nabiki got a couple fingers under her panties.
Yes, Ranma, she thought back seriously, removing her panties. I've spent my life staying in control no matter what. Now take over.
Had Ranma had a body, she would have collapsed. As it was, Nabiki stumbled. ARE YOU INSANE!?
Use me, Ranma, Nabiki thought sensuously, her lust burning. Use me, abuse me, make me beg for more. Use me until I let go. Use me until I'm yours.
It was impossible for Ranma to ignore what Nabiki was asking of her. First off, Nabiki's teasing had her body geared to receive pleasure, which had lust flooding Ranma's mind as much as Nabiki's. Secondly, Nabiki was doing everything she could to make a one-body orgy sound as appealing as possible. Are you sure?
Nabiki's lust tinged with impatience. Yes dammit! Now fuck me silly before I get angry!
Too weirded out to laugh (or cry) Ranma took Nabiki's hands and set them upon her breasts, squeezing them gently. More focused than before, she noticed the sensation clearly. It wasn't the same as when her own breasts were played with, feeling...distant? No, it wasn't distant. Smaller, perhaps. No, duller. Nabiki's breasts were not as sensitive as her own. Well, that made sense. Ranma's body was custom-built to respond, after all.
Nabiki let the pleasure wrap around her like a warm blanket. She didn't have to do anything, she actually couldn't do anything other than let Ranma play with her.
Ranma played with Nabiki's breasts for a while, losing herself in the differences between the human girl's body and either of her own. Just the experience of wearing girl's clothes had been odd, but their absence...Nabiki's body didn't move like hers did. Gravity did weird things to feminine physiology.
That was becoming boring, though. She could feel Nabiki's mind, lost in the pleasure but growing restless. Ranma suddenly remembered that this was supposed to be training, and decided to end it quick. Grabbing one breast fiercely her other hand trailed down between Nabiki's legs.
Nabiki saw stars and bucked her hips into her own questing fingers. KAMI! she thought. Oh kami I'm going to scream! This was new. This was unlike any masturbation she had experienced, yet it wasn't the same as Ranma making love to her, or any of the dream sex. It was new, and it was exciting her.
Ranma ignored the voice in her head and played with Nabiki. The pleasure washing over her was intense but no more than a masturbation, really. Nothing compared to actually being with Nabiki. But there was a building energy. Ranma smiled slightly; she was going to get a meal out of this at least.
Nabiki felt the energy building and nearly came right then. Is this what it feels like to feed? Oh Ranma, I envy you! Oh I want this to last! Don't let me come, Ranma! Let it last!
Ranma frowned and continued her manipulation, but now she found she didn't want to make Nabiki come quickly. She intensified her thrusting into Nabiki and gently massaged her clit. Almost instantly she felt Nabiki try to scream and ruthlessly quashed the act. Oh no, she thought sultrily. You scream and someone comes running. We can't have that.
Nabiki's eyes were wide as dinner plates. You won't let me scream? she got out. Thinking was becoming hard, but with the sudden realization that Ranma was dictating what her own body was going to do...suddenly there was fear, too. She couldn't control her own hands! Her hands which were even now thrusting in and out of her, pulling out what felt like liters of fluids, and she hadn't reached orgasm yet! Lust and pleasure and fear all started mixing inside her, and she felt that strange feeding pleasure jump up to eleven.
Ranma let out a sweet moan from Nabiki's lips as she felt Nabiki submit. The girl was utterly overcome with a heady mixture of raw emotion. It was incredibly arousing to Ranma, a feeling of power that made the feeding that much more intense and more than made up for the dulled feelings from Nabiki's body.
Nabiki's thoughts were breaking down, simplifying. She wanted more. Ranma obliged. In moments she lost control and had to climax, to release, to cum.
And she didn't! The mounting, unbearable pleasure just kept piling on! Why!? she begged.
Because I'm not full, Ranma answered simply. Oh yes, there was more to come. Her feeding jumped another notch.
Nabiki felt like crying, but she couldn't do that either! The warm blanket of pleasure was becoming a prison. Her own body was taken from her, turned on her! Even the Ice Queen was useless, sent away by a girl who wanted to feel something new and got more than she bargained for.
Ranma felt Nabiki flailing, getting desperate, but she knew her fiancee. Knew her down to their shared bones. Quit whining, you wanted this remember? she thought at her. 'Use me, abuse me.' Ring any bells?
Nabiki whimpered and thought a simple nod. Yes. Yes. No more. I need...I NEED!
Ranma gave Nabiki's clit one last tweak and let go. All the mounting energy suddenly rushed into her, and the same release sent Nabiki over the edge, hard.
Ranma smiled slightly and thought back. I lost control again, she thought sadly. I think I hurt you, but...it was like you wanted to be hurt.
It's all such a blur, Nabiki admitted. All I remember is that it was intense. And I think I wanna do it again.
Ranma thought a bitter laugh. Not for a long, long while, Nabs. I remember. I was mean to ya. If I didn't feel you begging for more, I'da thought I'd raped ya a bit.
Nabiki sobered. Yeah, well, I did ask you to do it. Safeword next time?
What's a safeword?
A nonsense phrase, Nabiki thought. Like if I screamed 'P-chan' that's code for 'stop.' Not to mention a moodkill.
I gotcha. Good idea. Hey Nabs?
Yeah?
Wanna puke yet?
Nabiki blinked and realized that Ranma had them in a kata with a ribbon in one hand and a club in the other. No, can't say I do.
Ranma threw the club at a target and smiled at the pinpoint hit. Good.
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