La Blue Ranma: Stealthy Sexcraft Duel [Episode 97336]

"Don't hear much dripping." Cosplay commented as he followed Yaku into her apartment, tilting his head to mimic the common human trick of hiding the attention he was paying to the motion of her ass.

"Oh, you really should see for yourself." Yaku said, leading him into the bathroom. As the pair looked at the drip free fixtures, Yaku stepped into the shower stall. "I mean the shower," She reached out and tapped the knobs, her hit turning them enough to provoke a spray from the showerhead clipped above.

"Eeek!" she cried with enough feeling to make Cosplay unsure how deliberate her action was. She certainly didn't waste time in turning the shower off. "Oh dear," she commented as she raised one hand to gently pull at the collar of the half tank that was now plastered to her breasts by the water. "I'm all wet. Do you mind if I get out of these wet clothes?"

"Ah, sure. . ." Cosplay responded.

"Thank you." She responded as she stepped out of the stall and walked over to where a short bathrobe was hanging on the wall. "If you'll turn around?" she said coyly.

"Of course." Cosplay responded and turned, right toward the large bathroom mirror. Looking in the mirror, he got a good profile look as the green hared ninja pulled up her half tank, revealing her impressive melons. As the tank was over her head, she seemed to get tangled, moving her bare glistening top as her hands seemed to struggle with the top.

When she did pull the orange garment off, her face was toward the wall, and it stayed there as she tossed the top to one side and unzipped her cut off jeans. She slowly inched them down off her hips, bending at the waist as she lowered them down her thighs. When she let go and let the shorts drop around her ankles, she rose only slightly, grabbing her panty's and slowly sliding them down.

Once naked Yaku picked up a small towel and took a few moments moving it over her curvy form before tossing it onto her pile of clothes and sliding the robe on. The robe was white, fluffy, and apparently made for someone much smaller. Once resting on her shoulders, the bottom of the robe just barely reached the bottom of her ass. The front of the robe would have just barely come together if tied tightly, and Yaku tied it loose.

"You can look now." She called. Cosplay responded by turning and looking directly at the green hared ninja. "Oops," Yaku went as he looked at her. "Forgot to put these where they can be washed." Yaku took a step forward then bent over, extending her arms to pick up the clothes she had removed. The fact that she had kept her legs straight while bending at the waist pulled the back of her robe up and forward, giving Cosplay a very close up look at her ass and lightly fringed pussy.

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Ranma stood before the mirror, his eyes looking distastefully at the girl in the dress staring back. 'It's not that I don't look good like this. . .' He thought, 'And I'm going to have to spend a lot of time in this body. . .' "But this just isn't me!" he proclaimed, turning toward Miko with a scowl.

"Not like this?" she responded with a grin as she held up a more masculine cut pair of trousers and a shirt. "I had Nin-Nin grab them while you were trying the rest on. We went by the measures of your other set, but you'll want to try it." Opening her bag she pulled out a metal thermos and handed it to Ranma with the clothes.

Ranma looked at the clothes and thermos, then up at Miko. "So, playing dress up with a life-sized doll?" he asked in an annoyed voice.

"Your going to be here for a while, and you'll be in your girl form most of the time, so there'll be times you have to look feminine to blend in." Miko responded in a scholarly voice. Then she grinned. "Besides, you looked so cute in that dress!"

Ranma just gave a sigh and stepped into the changing room.

"Think of it as training in case you ever have to fight a martial arts fashion designer." Miko called in a mischievous voice.

"Been there, done that, this wouldn't help."

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Cosplay sat on the bed, his shirt open with one arm removed. Yaku was on his lap before him, her robe open, freeing her large tits, which he was sucking at as he slid his hands behind her to paw at her behind with deliberate clumsiness. 'Can't get too caught up, this is a trap, I've just got to act like an inexperienced human until the right moment.' Yaku grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back onto the bed, pulling her breasts back from his mouth, then leaning in to kiss him, one hand sliding down his front and working at the fastenings of his pants."

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"Was nice while it lasted." Ranma commented with a sigh as she and Yaku walked away from the clothing store.

"Wrong way Ranma," Miko called from slightly behind the redhead.

Ranma pivoted her head, looked at Miko's gesture and turned to follow the purple hared girl. "I though we were done?" she commented, glancing at Nin-Nin who was walking behind them, bags piled in his arms.

"Oh, not yet, there's this other boutique that I've just gotta take you to, and then there's the Lingerie shop. . ."

"I!" Ranma paused, stepped closer and lowered her voice, "I ain't gonna wear girls underwear!"

Miko looked at her then shrugged. "So don't wear it. But we are going to complete your girl side wardrobe just in case. And then we'll need to head to a little place I know to get some herbs I'll need, and the hardware store for training supplies."

"Training. Training's good. . ." She glanced down at her crotch a moment. "What sort of training supplies would we need at the Hardware store?"

"Can your guy form hammer a six inch spike through a board with his penis?"

"No." Ranma responded quickly. Miko turned her head back and looked at him. "Um, not yet?" she said uncertainly. Miko grinned and nodded.

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Cosplay lay on Yaku's bed, his eyes half closed as he licked and fingered the green fringed pussy just above his face. As he maintained his deliberately clumsy work on her, the Werewolf Ninja was cheerfully sucking at his cock while sliding one hand to gently play with his balls.

'Allright.' he thought as he dropped his head back, and pushed at Yaku's bottom. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked back with a confused expression on her face, but then grinned as she scooted forward, rising on her knees as she carefully positioned her pussy over his cock. Cosplay reached forward, resting one hand on her hips while using his other to line his cock up with her pussy. Yaku took a moment to make sure she was lined up right, then lowered herself. She took a moment to make sure the head of his cock entered her pussy properly, then she let herself slowly drop until she came to rest with her butt resting on his flat stomach. She rose and fell, faster and faster, moaning happily all the time.

'Allmost,' Cosplay thought as he slid both hands along her ass and thighs, making his stimulation of certain points seem accidental. 'Allmost,' he thought as he hoisted himself to a seating position and snaked one hand around to fondle her tits while sliding the other down to rub at her clit as she rode him. 'NOW!' he thought as he forwent all pretense of confusion or accident and started stroking, licking and pounding his hips upward with all of his Shikima's instinctive skill at sexual domination.