[Episode 237176] [Episode 237176]
Ranma spiraled down through the night sky toward the Tendo home, grinning again at the thrill of the short flight from her mother’s — former mother, now, Nodoka’s — hotel. Her transformation had caused plenty of problems, but at least she’d gotten one good thing out of it. Now if she could just land without making a hole in the roof....
Aiming for the roof directly above the lighted window to the room she was now sharing with Akane, the red-furred succubus spread her wings and slowed ... slowed ... and found herself hanging suspended in empty air ten feet too high before dropping to the roof with a thump.
A moment later, Akane slid the window open and stuck her head out, twisting around to look up. “Ranma, is that you?” she called up softly.
“Yeah, get out a’ the way, I’m comin’ in,” Ranma called back as her wings vanished into her back. Stepping off and dropping, she caught the roof’s edge and swung through the window into their room. Rising to her feet, she frowned as she looked over at Akane, still dressed in her usual weekend clothes — the swirling whites, blacks and grays were back.
Catching the frown, Akane worriedly asked, “What’s wrong? Did your mom not take it well?”
“No, she took it as well as I expected,” Ranma replied distractedly. “She agreed it’s best ta kick me outta the family. I told her you’re pregnant, and asked her ta move back here. She didn’t say no, so we’ll see.”
“So what’s wrong?” Akane repeated.
“I ... I’m not sure. Somethin’ weird keeps happenin’ ta my eyesight,” Ranma said, her spaded tail twitching nervously. She quickly described the colors she was seeing. “I keep intendin’ ta ask Nabiki an’ Shampoo about them, but they come and go and I keep forgettin’.” Closing her eyes, she focused on what Akane was supposed to look like, and when she opened them again the translucent shades were gone. “All better, now.”
“Odd,” Akane said thoughtfully. “Do the colors around everyone look the same?”
“No, Kasumi had more white than you do an’ Nabiki more black, an’ the patterns are different.”
“Well, we’ll ask in the morning,” Akane decided, then drew a deep breath. “Tonight ... tonight you need to ... to eat.”
“Uh, yeah ... eat. Akane, ya know I wouldn’t if I didn’t —”
“Didn’t need to, I know,” Akane broke in even as she turned away, her arms rising to cross under her breasts. After a moment, Ranma stepped up behind her to hug her around the waist, laying her head on her lover’s shoulder.
The two simply stood in silence for a moment, Akane taking what comfort she could from Ranma’s embrace, then she finally forced herself to continue. “Kasumi came by awhile ago. It seems she, Nabiki and Shampoo had a little talk and they decided she’d be first.” Twisting around in Ranma’s arms, she put her own arms around Ranma’s back, stroking the fur that ran from her lover’s shoulders down to her tail. “But ... she had a request. She’s still a virgin, and she asked if I’d let you ‘correct’ that as ... as a guy. I said yes.”
Ranma’s own arms tightened. “Can I even do that?” she asked.
“You should be able to,” Akane replied. “Last night, when Nabiki told you to change shape to your human form, for a little bit you were shifting between your guy and girl sides. So you go over there and make my sister a very happy woman! But only Kasumi, just this once, you understand — with the others, and after, you stick to what you need.”
“Will do,” her redfurred lover replied, then reluctantly broke away to pluck at her spaghetti-string camisole. “It’s too bad I can’t just put some holes in the back of my shirts for the wings, this is way too girly for me.” With a sigh, she pulled it up and off over her head.
Akane’s eyes focused on the bouncing orbs Ranma had just uncovered. “On the other hand, there’s no need to be all night,” she hastily added, and Ranma laughed as she loosened the ties around her ankles, then pulled her pants down her legs and stepped out of them. Now Akane’s eyes were slightly glazed over as she admired the tailed girl’s nude body. She had always admired — not to say lusted after — Ranma’s girl form, but she had to admit that the new horned, tailed and furred form had an impact that made her human form seem plain in comparison.
Ranma paused in the middle of taking her robe out of the closet, and struck a saucy pose. “Still like what ya see, fur and all?” she asked slyly.
“Oh, yes ...” Akane breathed.
“Good, I’ll be back before ya know it and then ya can play with it,” Ranma replied with a grin. Slipping on the robe, she headed for the bedroom door, only to pause again at a sudden thought. Stepping back into the room, she removed the robe and tossed it over the chair, then glided over to her wide-eyed lover. “This body you’re admiring so much?”
“Y-y-yes? Wh-what about it?” Akane stuttered.
“It’s all yours.”
“What does that mean?” a confused Akane asked. “Of course, it’s mine, just like my body is yours.”
“No, what I mean is that it’s only yours — whatever I might do with my other forms, whoever I do it with, you’re the only one that gets ta play with this one. It’s not much, certainly not what ya wanted, but it’s somethin’.”
Akane stared for a moment, then threw her arms around her lover. “Thank you,” she whispered. Then she reluctantly pushed Ranma away. “Now go!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ranma replied, grabbed her robe again, and sauntered out the door with it in hand, her tail swishing back and forth as she walked drawing Akane’s gaze like a magnet to her firm buttocks.
Kasumi looked up from her steamy romance novel at the knock on her bedroom door, then put it aside. Swinging her legs over the side of her bed, the nervously eager young woman smoothed down the ankle-length, long-sleeved nightgown she slept in. “Come in!” she called out.
The door opened, and the eldest Tendo sister’s eyebrows rose even as a wave of disappointment washed over her. “Oh, my! Ranma, aren’t you supposed to wear robes instead of simply carrying them?” she asked bemusedly.
The very naked succubus glanced at the robe in her hand, then tossed it over Kasumi’s stool in front of the makeup mirror with a shrug. “Sure, but I was havin’ fun teasin’ Akane and didn’t see the point ta puttin’ it on just ta walk down the hall.”
“Ah, I see. I suppose if Akane couldn’t teach you feminine modesty before, she’s unlikely to succeed now,” the older girl mused, then stiffened as a nasty thought occurred to her. “Ranma ... did Akane mention my request?”
“Ya mean ta be a guy for yer first time? Sure, I just didn’t want ta try and change in front of Akane, not sure how’d she’d take it.”
“Oh good,” Kasumi said with a sigh, shoulders slumping in relief. “I thought maybe ... anyway, can you change?”
“One way ta find out,” Ranma replied, and closed her eyes. The change between her human and demonic forms had become effortless, without thought — this wasn’t and minutes passed as nothing happened. This isn’t workin’, just willin’ it to happen, she finally thought to herself. How did I do it the first time? she cast her mind back to the previous night at the Cat Café, on her knees, Nabiki staring into her eyes and telling her to ... Right, remember what I look like, pull up that image, cover myself with it. So, what’s the last really great memory as a guy? The question had been rhetorical, and a gentle smile crossed the girl’s face as she thought back to a Friday afternoon when their child had been conceived, kneeling between Akane’s legs, gazing down at his gasping, blindfolded lover as her tight, wet, hot love tunnel clamped down on his pistoning cock.
Kasumi watched as the busty redhaired succubus in front of her seemed to waver, and then Ranma’s waving tail abruptly shrank and vanished behind her and the red fur along her shoulders thinned and pulled down into the underlying skin. Those shoulders rose, widened, her oversized breasts shrank into a firmly muscled chest, the thick bush of hair above darkened, and below —
“Oh, my!” the housewifely Tendo breathed, blushing at the sight of the dark patch of pubic hair and just below, Ranma’s manhood, already fully erect and ready for action.
Ranma opened his eyes and looked down. “What d’ya know, it worked,” he commented, running his hands over his flatter, harder chest.
“Yes, it most certainly did,” Kasumi murmured as she stepped over to the pigtailed boy. Dropping to her knees, she reached out and hesitantly ran her fingers along Ranma’s erection, giggling when it twitched, then leaned forward to kiss the tip and run her tongue along its length to its base. She smiled at the sound of Ranma sucking in a breath at her attentions, then returned to his cockhead, carefully keeping her teeth away as she slid her mouth down until his cock bumped up against the back of her throat. Finding herself fighting a gag reflex, she pulled back a bit then started bobbing, her tongue playing along her mouthful. A hand circled the base of the erection and began pumping in time with her head and her other hand played with the hanging balls.
Ranma groaned at the warm, wet sensations of his first blowjob. Closing his eyes and reaching down to gently grasp his partner’s head, his hips began to move in time with Kasumi’s attentions. For a few minutes the room was silent except for soft slurping sounds and Ranma’s groans and murmurs of appreciation. But finally, he reluctantly pulled Kasumi’s head away. “Enough, Kasumi — much as I’m enjoyin’ this, we need ta get ta you.”
Kasumi glanced up as his cockhead popped free of her mouth. “But you haven’t come yet,” she protested.
Ranma shrugged. “I’m not sure I can, anymore.” He let go of her head and reached down to grasp her under the armpits and lift her to her feet. “Besides,” he continued, “someone here is overdressed.” Grasping her nightgown by the waist, he pulled it up over her head and down her arms and tossed it to the side. Stepping back, he ran his eyes along the body now on display. A few inches taller than her youngest sister, muscles softer, breasts a bit larger but not as firm, and down below — “Hey, ya shaved!”
Kasumi blushed beet red, hands making abortive motions to cover her groin and chest. “I ... I know I’m not as beautiful as Shampoo, Akane, even Nabiki —” she said, eyes dropping to the floor. Ranma stared at her for a moment, flustered, as he stomped on the first thought that came to mind. You’ve eaten yer feet enough, let’s try actually thinkin’ before ya open yer mouth, he thought to himself. After a moment he stepped forward and lifted her chin with a gentle hand. “Now, don’t ya be comparin’ yerself ta Akane,” he said. “Ya look fine, believe it!” Kasumi gasped and clutched at him as he reached down to cup her clean-shaven mound. “So what’s up with this? And when did ya learn how ta do a blowjob? Akane said you’re a virgin.”
“I-I am,” Kasumi replied unsteadily. “I l-l-learned it f-from my romances.”
“From your romances?” Ranma repeated with a chuckle as his fingers began tracing a path along the smooth skin around his companion’s cleft.
“Y-y-yes,” Kasumi agreed even as she felt her knees going weak and strengthened her grip on the younger boy to keep herself on her feet. “They c-c-can get p-pretty explic-c-c-it.”
“Well, I bet I can match what they come up with,” Ranma boasted. “Let’s find out.” With a hand behind her knees and another along her back, he swung Kasumi off her feet and stepped over to lower her onto her bed, then lay down beside her, leaning up on one arm to stare down into her eyes. Reaching out, he ran fingers along a cheek, down along her jaw, throat, and on down until she sucked in a breath as he cupped a breast, running his thumb over a crinkled tight nipple. Even as her breathing picked up her eyes remained fixed on his, closing only as he bent down to gently cover her mouth with his.
Again, Kasumi put her book knowledge to work, her lips parting, offering an invitation to Ranma that he was quick to take up, his tongue snaking in to intertwine with hers. Without thinking, her arms came up to circle around Ranma’s back, pulling him against her. The hand that had been occupying itself with her full orb, now finding its explorations hindered, slowly stroked down her side, along the side of a thigh. Finding her legs together, Ranma gently pushed one leg to the side, giving his fingers access to their target, and Kasumi moaned into his mouth as this time his fingers slipped up the length of her cleft between her already damp folds to brush across the swollen nub at the top peeking out from under its hood.
As Ranma’s fingers worked their magic, he pulled his lips away from hers to brush them along the side of her mouth, along her cheek, down her throat, following the earlier path of his fingers, and Kasumi gasped, jerking slightly as his lips circled a nipple and he gently sucked. “Liked that, did ya?” he asked, then shifted to her other mound to repeat his attentions.
“Oh my, yes!” she gasped out enthusiastically as her hands roamed over his back and shoulders, stroking. “I never dreamed — so much better — ah!!!” she shouted as a finger toying with her folds pushed its way up inside her even as his thumb again stroked her clit.
Ranma chuckled with delight at the incoherent sounds bubbling from the brown-haired girl, then resumed his slow journey down her body. He paused for as moment to tongue at her belly button even as his finger continued to explore her sheath, then on until she again jerked, thrusting her hips upward as his lips captured her clit.
After a moment Ranma pulled away to Kasumi’s mew of protest, only to shift around to spread Kasumi’s legs up and wide. Settling down between them, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and across her stomach to hold her steady as his mouth came down over her cleft and he eagerly sucked and licked at her flowing juices, savoring the differences in taste between her and Akane, before thrusting his tongue as deep into his partner’s sheath as it could reach.
Kasumi found herself clutching at her bedsheets, body writhing and only Ranma’s grip holding her in place enough for him to continue. A neverending stream of moans, gasps, and babbled compliments and demands issued from her mouth at a steadily rising volume as the pleasure from the boy’s attentions thundered through her. Suddenly that pleasure flashed into an explosion and she bucked, actually rolling herself and Ranma onto their sides as her babbled nonsense turned into a scream. As with Akane the previous night, Ranma found himself fighting to resist the tide of now-familiar energy smashing against him as Kasumi shuddered from the waves of orgasmic pleasure washed through her until after what seemed like forever the tide receded and a sweatsoaked Kasumi collapsed limply along the bed.
Finally, Kasumi opened the eyes she found she’d closed as she drew in a deep, shuddering breath. “That was incredible, thank you,” she whispered as Ranma rolled her back onto her back and rose to sit back between her legs.
“Don’t thank me yet, we’re not done,” Ranma replied with a smirk. “I haven’t eaten yet, and you’re still a virgin. Unless you wanna stay that way ... ?”
Kasumi quickly shook her head. “No,” she replied, “I’m ready — I’ve been ready for years. And there’s no one I’d rather be my first.”
Ranma blushed. “In that case ...” He lay down along the Tendo sister’s side and gently stroked a slick breast. “Let’s give ya a minute then go fer round two.” Rolling over to partially cover her, he again sought her mouth with his. Kasumi eagerly spread her lips, savoring her taste as her tongue slipped around his mouth, along his lips, entangled itself with his tongue as their lips met. Thanks to her masturbation sessions she was familiar with the flavor of her own juices, but the taste was somehow more intense on another person with the aftershocks of her orgasm still echoing through her.
After minutes of gently making out, Ranma broke away. “Ya think you’re ready?” he asked, then grinned as Kasumi nodded eagerly. Rolling on top of her, he braced himself up on one elbow as his other hand reached down to guide his cock along between dripping folds. For a moment he ran his cockhead across her clit, his grin broadening as Kasumi squirmed at the touch, then slid it lower and slowly pushed in. Kasumi gasped as she felt her virgin sheath stretching to accommodate the intruder bumped up against her barrier. Ranma paused for a moment, luxuriating at the feel of the hot wet pressure encompassing his manhood for the second time, then slowly pressed forward and Kasumi mewed softly as she felt her hymen tear under the strain. Ranma instantly stopped at the sound. “Are you all right?” he asked anxiously.
Kasumi replied in a slightly strained voice, “Yes, it didn’t hurt much. How big you are is more of a problem. Don’t stop, just ... take it slowly.”
Ranma nodded, then resumed his slow push until he was buried to the hilt, the soft touch of his pubic hair tickling Kasumi’s bare pubic mound and making her giggle. Reaching up, she pulled the younger boy down against her, pressing his chest against her full breasts. “Now that you’ve made me a woman, show me how it feels,” she murmured in his ear, then pressed her lips to his even as her widespread legs twisted to cross over the small of his back, encouraging him onward.
At this encouragement, Ranma began to pump his hips, taking it slow and easy as he remembered the first time she had used the two-headed strap-on dildo on Akane. For a time that was enough, as they resumed their tongue duel, but finally Kasumi shifted her legs to put her heels on his buttocks and squeezed. Breaking their kiss, she murmured, “Time to pick up the pace, lover, I’m not going to break.”
Ranma didn’t reply but he did pick up speed, and Kasumi moaned then resumed her incoherent commentary, her legs squeezing in time with his thrusts, as the heightened sensations radiating from the slick inner walls of her womanhood washed through her. She was beginning to writhe again, and the vague thought passed through her mind that the rough-mannered boy was a gentleman — lady, actually, most of the time now — when it mattered, the way he was bracing himself on his elbows, keeping most of his weight off her. The way his chest was brushing across her breasts with each thrust was icing on the cake, pushing the pleasure that seemed to fill every cranny of her body to overflowing even as it seemed to build constantly upward in intensity. Then that pressure again exploded, and for a moment her world whited out as pleasure became all she knew and it was all she could do to hold back a scream like the last time.
Ranma had been smiling as he gazed down at the unseeing, sweat-runneled face of his partner, her mouth gaping slightly as she sucked in air, even as he’d continued pistoning into her depths with slowly increasing speed and strength. Then it was his turn to gasp as suddenly the hands that had been stroking and clawing at his back yanked him down against her even as her legs squeezed, pushing him into her sheath as far as he could go, her inner walls clamping their hot wetness down around his rod — and another wave of the energy he craved washed over him. This time he struggled to open the barrier holding it back just a crack, letting in only enough to satisfy his deepest hunger. He was so focused on the fight to take only a little of what Kasumi’s orgasm had offered that he didn’t even notice as his manhood grew even harder and pumped spurt after spurt of milky fluid into the woman underneath him.
Finally, the two lovers slowly again became aware of the world around them. “Uhm, Ranma? You’re a little heavy,” the eldest Tendo managed to gasp out from under Ranma’s full weight.
“Oh, sorry,” Ranma muttered, rolling off the brown-haired woman and onto his back to stare at the ceiling, his softening cock popping free from her cleft and bringing a string of milky fluid with it.
The pair simply lay there sucking in breath after breath for a few minutes as they recovered, then a satiated Kasumi sat up and stretched with a reluctant sigh. “Oh, my, look at the time! This was wonderful, Ranma — you were wonderful, I’ll never forget this, thank you so much — but you should probably be getting back to Akane before she loses control and comes down the hallway to hammer on the door. Waiting for us to finish could not have been easy for her.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Ranma agreed. “She’s a little ... possessive.” He sat up, his eyes again running appreciatively over the nude body on display, then stiffened when his eyes reached Kasumi’s groin and focused on the string of white liquid running from her wet-shiny, engorged folds over her thigh to slowly drip down onto the bedsheet. “Woah, didn’t expect that!” he breathed. “Didn’t think I could do that anymore!”
Kasumi’s eyes followed his gaze, widening at the sight. “I didn’t, either. Nabiki didn’t say anything,” she said slowly. “I wonder if you can still get a woman pregnant?”
“I dunno. Kasumi, I’m sorry, I didn’t’ mean ta —”
“Hush, it’s as much my fault as yours,” Kasumi broke in to say, then paused in thought for a moment. “Even if you aren’t sterile, I’m not likely to get pregnant, not with the timing the way it is,” she finally said. “But if you aren’t and I do, I’ll be happy to have your baby. Now go, Akane’s waiting!” She waved her hands in shooing motions, and Ranma laughed.
“Yes, ma’am!” he intoned, rising from the bed and walking toward the door. As he did he shrank, her pigtailed hair again going red, fur growing along her shoulders and down her back as her body’s curves formed. The last sight Kasumi had of her was her red-furred, spaded tip of her tail disappearing out the door.
The eldest Tendo rose to grab her robe, heading for the furo and a before-sleep cleaning, but paused at the sight of Ranma’s robe still draped over the stool. After a moment, she shook her head with a wry chuckle. Oh, Ranma. I’ll just have to return that in the morning, with another lecture. Though why this one would take when others haven’t ...
Ranma was humming softly to herself as she stepped into her and Akane’s room, and her lover looked up from where she sat on their bed, now dressed in the panties and T-shirt she usually wore to bed now. “All done?” Akane asked with slightly forced cheerfulness as her eyes wandered across her lover’s naked sweat-shiny body.
“Yup, Kasumi had a great time, I got fed, and I had fun. That was great!” Ranma caroled, spinning in place, her tail whipping around her.
Akane’s forced smile froze. “Great!” she managed to get out through a tightening throat. “Are you up to another round?”
Something in her voice finally got through Ranma’s delight and she sobered, looking at her lover’s stiff body. With a sigh, she walked over and sat down, pulling the raven-haired girl against her with one arm, waiting as Akane slowly relaxed with a sigh as an arm circled Ranma’s waist. “Actually, I think the better question is whether you are,” the succubus replied. “You’re gonna hafta be the one that decides when we do and when we don’t, Akane — I think I’m always gonna be ready for another round.”
“Oh,” Akane said in a tiny voice as she leaned her head on the smaller girl’s shoulder. After a moment, she asked, “Ranma — which do you prefer, sex as a girl or sex as a guy?”
“Well, I dunno —” Ranma started, then broke off as she felt the girl in her one-arm hug freeze. Whoa, this is serious! After a moment, she said quietly, “I can’t really say — the first time with that guy last night I wasn’t really thinkin’ clearly. Then afterwards with you, ya were ... tired, worn out. Tonight was great, but ... Akane, it doesn’t matter. I gave ya my word, and I’m keepin’ it. I didn’t fall in love with ya ‘cause I wanted ta get laid, and I’m not leavin’ ya even if I find someone else is better in bed — who cares, he or she wouldn’t be you.”
Akane’s arm around Ranma’s waist tightened, then she turned slightly and pulled the redhead into her lap, arms squeezing Ranma against her shuddering body as she buried her face in the red fur covering the succubus’s shoulder. “You mean it?” she asked softly.
“Forever and always,” Ranma replied equally softly, gently returning the hug.
Slowly, Akane’s shivering eased and vanished and her grip loosened. Finally, she looked up with a smile and leaned in for a quick kiss. “Let’s go to sleep — just sleep,” she said. “It’s been a long day.”
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