Ranma and Akane walked through the Tendo household slowly…carefully. There little adventure had put them both in a good mood despite the utterly ridiculous antics of Happosai. But the state of their home had quickly put a damper on things.
Both martial artists’ fists were raised, ready to strike should the intruder have been so stupid to have stuck around. The black haired beauty quietly whispered, “I can’t believe this! How dare they trash the place like this? What were they even after?”
Ranma’s eyes roved across the room, taking in the general disarray but lingering on a few odd puddles here and there. “I don’t know. Could be anything with the way things go around here. Honestly, not so sure about the burglar idea. Nabiki’d have the morons twisted ‘round and working for her in no time flat.”
Akane turned to him, “You don’t think something happened to them?”
“Nah…” replied Ranma breezily, “They might not have much training but both are pretty formidable in their own ways. Huh… I wonder if Happosai came here instead of that host bar. If he went for some more Tendo underwear… I could totally see your sisters going wild as they tried to catch him. Kasumi’s probably started cleaning up somewhere and Nabiki slipped away to avoid some honest work…”
His fiancé nodded, “I suppose…” she stopped short crinkling her nose, “What’s that smell?”
Ranma shrugged, he’d noticed the odor a while ago but decided not to comment as it reminded him of some of his late night explorations as a female. Both suddenly froze as they heard a long keening wail drifting in. Bare feet slapped upon the floor as the martial artists sprinted through the house towards the kitchen.
Ranma and Akane each had expectations for what they would find when they entered the kitchen but it was quite safe to say that neither of their hasty guesses came anywhere within the right universe of what was actually going on. A very naked Nabiki was currently cradling an equally naked Kasumi from below, the fingers of her hands digging into the soft flesh of the eldest Tendo sister’s rear. In a surprising display of strength and power, Nabiki was effortlessly bouncing Kasumi up and down grinding their hips together. Both were gasping and moaning, their bodies covered in sweat and….some other substance. The odor that had lingered throughout the house was thick and cloying in here.
Akane was quite frozen stiff in shock, her face taking on a sickly pallor while Ranma slowly approached; his brow quite thoroughly furrowed as he tried to understand just what the hell was going on here. But once his steps brought him around to a certain angle in which he could see the thick base of Nabiki’s new cock as it plunged into Kasumi’s swollen and red pussy, a fine spray escaping with each thrust; he too went stock still. One eyebrow twitched furiously.
It was then that the copulating Tendo sisters noticed their audience and Kasumi was deposited roughly upon the table as Nabiki turned to greet them, a big vapid smile on her face. “Akane! Ranma! You’re back! Tha’s good. Real good…”
With wide open arms and a tremendously bobbing…simply enormous cock, she headed for Ranma apparently intent on hugging him. While still incredibly confused into a near coma like state, he retained enough presence of mind to kick off the wall, bounce off the ceiling, and land on the other side of the table from the crazed thing that had once been Nabiki. The girl in question watched him with her mouth open before kicking at the ground, “Aww… if I weren’t so tired from bangin ‘Sumi all ‘ver the place, I’d a stayed right wit you!”
Nabiki’s short attention span faded and she focused on Akane who judging by the rather purple tone to her face hadn’t taken a breath since she’d stepped into the room.
Kasumi, still strewn out across the table her rather more busty body than Ranma remembered casually exposed, tilted her head until she could see him. She smiled widely, a bovine glassy look in her eyes as she said, “Oooh Ranma! I’ve been so bad… you must be so hot and bothered with all these pretty girls chasing ‘fter you. And I’ve never once taken care of that swollen…throbbing….hard..thing in your pants…”
Across the room, Akane hadn’t roused from her statue like condition even when Nabiki captured her in a tight hug. Nabiki’s cock felt like a third person caught between them as it jostled Akane’s breasts.
Tue Aug 30 23:42:28 2011