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Ranma stared at Akane, as she bounced around the kitchen preparing the ingredients for the curry she was going to make. Ranma smiled as Akane caught herself picking sugar instead of the onion powder she was looking for. She paused, staring at the label for long moments, before looking up and catching Ranma smirking at her. "Shut up," Akane said to his smirk, and went back to getting everything ready.
Ranma laughed out loud at her statement, and returned to admiring her short hair, which bounced with her enthusiasm. Akane's chocolate brown eyes glittered with the delight of cooking, and her chest heaved from excitement and anticipation. Ranma pictured her naked, like she had been the night before. Supple, succulent, sizable, savory breasts, with nipples hard, like soft pebbles, and the size of cherries.
Akane was limber when she made love to him, arching her back as she rode him in reverse, so that he could kiss her neck from behind. He would roll her nipples between his fingers, sometimes the pleasure overtook him so much that he would grab her whole breast in his hand, squeezing like a ravenous beast. Lust drove him into a furious pumping pace, and each time their bodies met it was like a violent bass drum. Bam, bam, bam.
Ranma knew for certain that he loved her. He was going to elope with her, his only true fiance, the only woman he truly loved. He only had to find a way to get rid of the amazons.
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Ranko woke up from her sleep, sore and aching from the night before. She stared at the ceiling, panting, as visions of making love with her mother flitted through her mind, resonating from the dream world to reality with shocking and wet consequences. Her fingers worked in and out of her sex at a furious pace, the taste of her mother's cherry nipples on her lips, Ranko gasped, mouth open, hungry to devour the big beautiful breasts.
Stars danced and every muscle in her body tensed, and with a wavering whispered moan, she was released from a powerful, soul-wrenching orgasm. Ranko lay in bed, her face glowing with sweat and lust. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, remembering her father doing the same thing in her dreams. It was tangy, like a sweet rotting oranges.
"I need a bath," Ranko said, her face scrunched in disgust.
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A crate of old unused oranges smashed on the wall next to Ranma. He raised his hands in front, trying to calm down Shampoo as she lifted a heavy green dumpster over her head to throw at him, "Calm down Shampoo! I've been telling ya for this whole past year I didn't wanta get married to you!"
"Shampoo, hate you Ranma! I'll crush you like bug! You worse than Mousse!" Shampoo threw the the dumpster at Ranma with all her might. Ranma dodged instinctively and stared at the hole it made in the thick brick wall.
Shocked, Ranma failed to dodge Shampoo's next attack. A pressure point press, took away Ranma's strength, another spot applied the full body cat-tongue, leaving him sensitive even to room temperature water, finally she applied the memory erase shampoo that was her expertise, wiping everyone he loved out of his life.
Shampoo stared down at the unconscious boy, and threw him violently into a nearby puddle in the alleyway. The water splashed, and Ranma transformed into his cursed female form, locked, weakened, and his life completely stripped from him.
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Ranko sat in the warm bath, staring at the ceiling, once again picturing her mother nude. No strange feelings entered her mind. She had no desire to sleep with her mother. Yet, what did the dreams mean? She couldn't grasp why she had such feelings. Was she repressed? Sick? Delusional? A pervert?
All she knew was how amazing she felt afterward. How close she felt to her father, and how loved she felt. It was like communing with her father's spirit. He was guiding her, granting her his powers. Making her more like him.
Ranko slipped more into the water. Was she losing who she was? Should she find a way to stop this? He was making her stronger, she knew that for certain, but at this rate, who would she be? Herself, or her father?
A knock at the door, and Ranko heard her mother speak from the other side of the door way, "Ranko, breakfast is ready, hurry up and finish. I want you to eat before you head to school."
"Okay! Thanks Mom! I'll be out in a sec," Ranko shuddered, as her mother's voice sent a soft tingle down to her sex. I'm a pervert she thought, sighing.
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The shadow man sucked on Ranma's neck, and no matter what she did, she knew that she could never break free of him. Her hands were pinned over her head, and she was too weak to resist. The clouds parted, and she saw his dark hair, which was held up by a black and yellow bandanna. He pulled up, pounding his engorged meat into her, hurting her. She didn't know who he was, and every time she tried to remember him, her mind would go blank, and his face would disappear.
The shadow man leaned down and bit her nipple, causing Ranma to scream in pain. The man pulled up, stretching her breast, tugging on it by the nipple, hurting her even more. Suddenly she popped out of his mouth, and he laughed at her yips of pain. "I've finally beaten you Ranma," the man whispered to her, his mouth in a wide grin, small fangs catching in the moonlight, as he came into her deeply.
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Ranko sat outside the school counselor's office. When she was called in, she sat in silence for a full five minutes, before looking at the counselor and whispering, with tears in her eyes, "I think I have a problem."
The counselor was a middle aged Chinese man, with long black hair, and exotic, intoxicating green eyes, that drew Ranko into them. He wore thick prescription glasses, and a white flowing Chinese style suit. He smiled, comfortingly and said, "Would you like to tell me what is making you feel this way?"
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Ranma stared at Akane, as she bounced around the kitchen preparing the ingredients for the curry she was going to make. Ranma smiled as Akane caught herself picking sugar instead of the onion powder she was looking for. She paused, staring at the label for long moments, before looking up and catching Ranma smirking at her. "Shut up," Akane said to his smirk, and went back to getting everything ready.
Ranma laughed out loud at her statement, and returned to admiring her short hair, which bounced with her enthusiasm. Akane's chocolate brown eyes glittered with the delight of cooking, and her chest heaved from excitement and anticipation. Ranma pictured her naked, like she had been the night before. Supple, succulent, sizable, savory breasts, with nipples hard, like soft pebbles, and the size of cherries.
Akane was limber when she made love to him, arching her back as she rode him in reverse, so that he could kiss her neck from behind. He would roll her nipples between his fingers, sometimes the pleasure overtook him so much that he would grab her whole breast in his hand, squeezing like a ravenous beast. Lust drove him into a furious pumping pace, and each time their bodies met it was like a violent bass drum. Bam, bam, bam.
Ranma knew for certain that he loved her. He was going to elope with her, his only true fiance, the only woman he truly loved. He only had to find a way to get rid of the amazons.
...
Ranko woke up from her sleep, sore and aching from the night before. She stared at the ceiling, panting, as visions of making love with her mother flitted through her mind, resonating from the dream world to reality with shocking and wet consequences. Her fingers worked in and out of her sex at a furious pace, the taste of her mother's cherry nipples on her lips, Ranko gasped, mouth open, hungry to devour the big beautiful breasts.
Stars danced and every muscle in her body tensed, and with a wavering whispered moan, she was released from a powerful, soul-wrenching orgasm. Ranko lay in bed, her face glowing with sweat and lust. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, remembering her father doing the same thing in her dreams. It was tangy, like a sweet rotting oranges.
"I need a bath," Ranko said, her face scrunched in disgust.
...
A crate of old unused oranges smashed on the wall next to Ranma. He raised his hands in front, trying to calm down Shampoo as she lifted a heavy green dumpster over her head to throw at him, "Calm down Shampoo! I've been telling ya for this whole past year I didn't wanta get married to you!"
"Shampoo, hate you Ranma! I'll crush you like bug! You worse than Mousse!" Shampoo threw the the dumpster at Ranma with all her might. Ranma dodged instinctively and stared at the hole it made in the thick brick wall.
Shocked, Ranma failed to dodge Shampoo's next attack. A pressure point press, took away Ranma's strength, another spot applied the full body cat-tongue, leaving him sensitive even to room temperature water, finally she applied the memory erase shampoo that was her expertise, wiping everyone he loved out of his life.
Shampoo stared down at the unconscious boy, and threw him violently into a nearby puddle in the alleyway. The water splashed, and Ranma transformed into his cursed female form, locked, weakened, and his life completely stripped from him.
...
Ranko sat in the warm bath, staring at the ceiling, once again picturing her mother nude. No strange feelings entered her mind. She had no desire to sleep with her mother. Yet, what did the dreams mean? She couldn't grasp why she had such feelings. Was she repressed? Sick? Delusional? A pervert?
All she knew was how amazing she felt afterward. How close she felt to her father, and how loved she felt. It was like communing with her father's spirit. He was guiding her, granting her his powers. Making her more like him.
Ranko slipped more into the water. Was she losing who she was? Should she find a way to stop this? He was making her stronger, she knew that for certain, but at this rate, who would she be? Herself, or her father?
A knock at the door, and Ranko heard her mother speak from the other side of the door way, "Ranko, breakfast is ready, hurry up and finish. I want you to eat before you head to school."
"Okay! Thanks Mom! I'll be out in a sec," Ranko shuddered, as her mother's voice sent a soft tingle down to her sex. I'm a pervert she thought, sighing.
...
The shadow man sucked on Ranma's neck, and no matter what she did, she knew that she could never break free of him. Her hands were pinned over her head, and she was too weak to resist. The clouds parted, and she saw his dark hair, which was held up by a black and yellow bandanna. He pulled up, pounding his engorged meat into her, hurting her. She didn't know who he was, and every time she tried to remember him, her mind would go blank, and his face would disappear.
The shadow man leaned down and bit her nipple, causing Ranma to scream in pain. The man pulled up, stretching her breast, tugging on it by the nipple, hurting her even more. Suddenly she popped out of his mouth, and he laughed at her yips of pain. "I've finally beaten you Ranma," the man whispered to her, his mouth in a wide grin, small fangs catching in the moonlight, as he came into her deeply.
...
Ranko sat outside the school counselor's office. When she was called in, she sat in silence for a full five minutes, before looking at the counselor and whispering, with tears in her eyes, "I think I have a problem."
The counselor was a middle aged Chinese man, with long black hair, and exotic, intoxicating green eyes, that drew Ranko into them. He wore thick prescription glasses, and a white flowing Chinese style suit. He smiled, comfortingly and said, "Would you like to tell me what is making you feel this way?"
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