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Britanny sighed happily as she exited Gina’s room. After all, the woman had created a shower to clean you to perfection when you absolutely needed to ensure you didn’t smell like undead troll for the next week. With any luck, it included smelling as if she had been busy riding Ranma.
Wrapped in a towel, she made her way back towards her room, her mind still enjoying the afterglow of her last encounter, guilt not yet entering her mind. After all, she had merely been helping Ranma—even as Nurse Cheetah—to stave off the loneliness he felt, as she had in the gym.
Further introspection was cut off as she heard a duet of moans.
Blinking, her eyes focused towards her open bedroom door, her were-cheetah senses telling her that they were coming from there. “What the…”
Making her way quietly towards the door, she peered inside, her eyes adjusting to the low light and revealing…
Her jaw dropped as she spotted her husband rutting with another female were-cheetah, a very familiar one as the scent hit her nose.
But why? she asked herself, soon spotting her pink nurse’s costume on the floor with a towel.
Oh, right… Muffin was probably taking a shower. She winced silently a bit. That meant Ranma had entered her room, wearing Brit’s outfit, covered in Brit’s scent and musk, and the neo-were-cheetah had been unable or unwilling to reveal herself when Stryyp propositioned her again.
A little guilt hit her then; not about cheating on her husband, but that Ranma had taken the ‘hit’ as it was, to protect her.
Meanwhile, the couple had twisted a bit, the were-cheetah was now laying face-up on the bed, the Kryn Prince now standing beside the bed as he continued to plow into her.
Got to admit, Muffin’s still got it, she thought with a smile, watching her husband try and pull sounds from the throat of his current lover. She unconsciously licked her lips as she watched her husband’s flexing backside, her eyes following the movement offered, the female’s tail as it swung and occasionally wrapped around one of Stryyp’s thighs, down to the occasional drops of cum falling to the floor. "If we do this again, sometime..." Britanny began, blushing considerably. "Maybe we can include Stryyp?" Ranma blinked his eyes once, then twice. He wrapped his arms around Britanny and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Maybe..." Her mind reset again as those words from their first union hit her. It wasn’t exactly what she was hoping for. The original intent had been to be filled from both sides, not the current arrangement before her. However, it could give her the out she was going to need. Eventually, her Muffin would find out that the person he was currently pounding like a nail was not her. Moreover, when that happened, questions would be asked that shouldn’t be, answers said and discovered that would create pain for all those involved.
In the end, Ranma could lose his second family.
She couldn’t let that happen, not after what he just did for her. Hell, he freaked out when they had dragged him to Victoria’s Secret and had him—then her—try on some outfits.
To go this far just to protect her… It had to mean something.
Nodding her head, affirming her decision, she dropped her towel, failing to notice that it wasn’t just soaked in water anymore or that her own sex was now glistening, she moved forward to start her plan.
“There just has to be something,” muttered Julia, sitting in the family library with her husband, rubbing her forehead. While she doubted the pigtailed were-cheetah would be ‘tom’ing around for a while, she knew it wasn’t the end. Eventually, one of the girls would sneak past her and into Ranma’s bedroom.
Moreover, as much fun as it was, just beating the snot out of him wouldn’t work forever. With his learning curve, he would eventually defeat her, even before Spring Break ended.
“Well, I’d like to think I am schooled enough in the Mystic Arts not to have noticed something with him,” Theo commented, looking through several stacks of books for what he knew Julia needed to see.
Otherwise, she would never let the issue go, and like her desires for Ranma, he would not be getting any either.
Damn it, he stayed faithful all those years they were separated by the Lich King’s spell. It was his time now!
“Damn it, Theo; my gut tells me there is something going on here,” she replied, leaning back in her chair and staring at the ceiling, almost willing whatever Gods did exist to give her the answers she sought. “You remember what he was like when we first met him. If anything female even flirted with him, he got so nervous, it just made him even cuter. He’s gone from all shy and anxious to James Bond’s illegitimate son by Tirga’s sister. That can’t be normal.”
“Well, there is another explanation,” Theo offered, locating the book he had been looking for.
“Oh?” she asked, as he handed her the book. Looking at it, she noted it was old, the pages were slowly turning yellow—an odd fact as since the script was from Jade, she would have figured it would have been enchanted to prevent such decay.
The left page displayed two diagrams of the human form, several points on the body highlighted, and several paragraphs describing them.
What immediately got her attention was a very familiar penned addition to the page. “Dear, in case that weak little man won’t stop bugging you for it. This’ll take care of it.
“Love, Mommy”
“That is creepy on so many levels,” she murmured. “So we should use this on him?” she asked, quickly pushing her mother’s unwanted advice as far from her mind as possible.
“No; I’m saying someone already used it,” continued Theo, sitting next to his wife. “Reading through the effects, I could actually see his father using this on him, to prevent women from becoming a ‘distraction from the Art’,” he ended, actually making the air quotes.
Julia snorted, having quickly read the pages. “Surely even Genma Saotome wouldn’t have been—” she paused, before sighing. “Yeah, he would have.” Even she had to admit that after researching said man and hearing Ranma’s stories about him, even she had to believe the part-time panda was capable of doing such to his own child.
“As such,” continued Theo, hoping his actions would not lead to a dreaded case of blue balls for himself, “it is likely when he was infected by Brianna somehow, his transformation undid those pressure points, and now he had to deal with being essentially drunk on hormones that his body should have been experiencing since puberty,” he finished with a smile.
“Oh, don’t be so damned glad,” murmured Julia. “I think it means the boy is literally drunk on hormones, which means he has about as much control as Brit in a tuna plant,” she finished with a grimace.
“True, but if we take a look at how to mitigate that thanks to this book, then we can have a viable solution other than sending him off to the Amazon Breeders.”
She gave him a glare.
“What? We could bring back the species.”
“So your solution is to traumatize him by sending him to Amazons. You want to expose him to someone like Lily?”
“Well, not like he’s a squirrel or hates them,” Theo shrugged. “Besides, this is his Spring Break, my dear. And as much as I’m sure you two enjoy your spars, he does need to have something other than a beat down to remember fondly.” He was purposely forgetting about the fact that Ranma had nailed his technically youngest daughter, Brianna, or the possibility of the other Princesses now squatting at his daughter’s home.
It was his right as a father to have selective amnesia, after all.
Despite all the things he had seen, fought, defeated, ran into, and learned from his life, Ranma never expected to be in such a position.
Said position of course was female, nude, fresh from sex, a guy still on top of and in her, and riding a post-orgasmic high that gave her a very good idea what her lovers had been through.
Not that she would go blabbing about it. Too many people she knew would never let such a thing go. In addition, if this ever reached Nerima?
She could already feel her mother putting the tanto into her hands to commit seppuku.
However, it had to be done, had to be so as to pay Stryyp back for sleeping with his wife, but keep Britanny’s secret. The fact that it hadn’t been as bad as she feared—quite good, actually, but Ranma would never admit that—was beside the point.
Now she just had to get from under the panting Kryn, out of the room, and back to her own and a nice, hot, long, shower.
“Gods, that was fantastic, Britanny,” Stryyp muttered. Finding her lips again, he kissed her, encouraged as her tongue found his. Once again, his mind missed any sign that the female below him was not his wife. Although he did consider it odd that she seemed … taller than when they had begun.
After all, he couldn’t have known that once again, Jusenkyo was working on Ranma, not only to accept what Stryyp and the Saotome were-cheetah were doing, but redoing some DNA strands, using Britanny’s genes from their two encounters to replace some of the altered genes acquired from Brianna’s bite. Of course, had he not been a little woozy from his earlier mistakes in identity with Ranma, he might have noticed she was shorter than she should have been.
Nevertheless, no one ever claimed a guy was always thinking with logic in his upper brain when encountering a sexy female. Otherwise, Stryyp would have noticed that ‘Britanny’s’ scent was almost completely obscured by her new ‘perfume’, instead of weakening thanks to their recent physical activities.
Thus he was then very surprised when he felt a furry pair of naked breasts press on his back, sandwiching him between them and the were-cheetah below him.
“Well Muffin, how did you like it?” his wife’s voice purred behind him.
Pulling his lips away from Ranma’s, he turned, spotting his smiling wife. “Brit? But if you’re… Then who is…”
Britanny knew she had to move quickly. The longer Stryyp thought about it, the better his chances of reaching a bad conclusion for her. “Let’s just say Ranma wanted to explore, and I felt you were the perfect and only man who could do her justice.”
“R-Ranma?” he squeaked, turning back to the woman below him, the woman whose pussy he could still feel twitching around his manhood, the woman who was currently rolling her hips to get him to continue.
“Was I wrong, Muffin?” asked Britanny with a pouty voice.
“I uh… I mean…” To be honest, he didn’t know what to say, fearful that saying anything could end very badly for him, as if it might break a spell.
Smiling, Britanny stood up, pulling her husband with her, enjoying the whimpers of loss from Ranma as he withdrew from her. “How about we continue … together?” she asked, moving herself between the two, pushing Ranma back further on the bed, and bending at her waist. “I feel like trying something new myself,” she finished, waving her backside at him, her tail trying to wrap around him and pull him to mount her as she lowered her head towards something she told herself was to maintain the illusion.
But damned it the smell coming from Ranma’s cute little pussy—the scent of Stryyp’s personal cream and Ranma’s female juices—entice her to try.
Even as she tried to catch her breath, her shivering legs, Ranma-chan wasn't allowed any reprieve—not that her body wanted any at the moment. Her eyes widened as she soon felt a pair of lips enclose round her nether ones; a rough feline tongue diving in.
Eyes wide from shock, Stryyp tried looking over his wife, getting a wonderful view of his wife eating some kitty... kitty that looked quite a bit like her. Getting such a show and feeling his wife's tail wrap around his waist, any reservations the royal Kryn had about this were crushed as a rush of his hormones surged, ready to meet the challenge! So grabbing his wife's perfectly rounded spotted ass, Stryyp aimed his already wonderfully lubed spear and plunged it hard into his wife's cheetah cunt.
Britanny MOANED into her lover's delicious cunt; the scent and taste of both Ranma's honey and her Muffin's cream an intoxicating concoction but to feel her husband, the love of her life, fucking her hard with that mighty Kryn cock of his was to die for. Oh yes, this wasn't the threesome she'd wanted but she'd be damned if she turned this down!
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