Bimbo Nabiki: Dojo Daydreams

Unending BE - episode 814222

"Kasumi! What the hell happened to you?" Ranma yelled, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. This couldn't be Kasumi. Innocent, sweet and kind Kasumi, lying unashamedly naked. No, more than that. She seemed to be moving her body into a position where he could better see her curves. No, it wasn't possible that her breasts could have been that big! That was something even he'd surely have noticed. No way could she have kept them under those dresses she normally wore.

It seemed a tremendous effort for her, but Kasumi pulled herself off the table, landing on shaky legs with her hip jutting out.

"Don' be shy!" Kasumi tittered, striding towards him with an exaggerated bounce in her step. "Let 'Sumi take aaaaallllll your stress away!"

She pounced for him, making for a hug but Ranma effortlessly sidestepped it. Kasumi looked over her shoulder at him and wiggled her rear invitingly. Then she turned around and strode towards him, just as before. She might have been covered with sweat and - something Ranma really didn't want to think about right now - mentally not there, but he could recognise determination in those eyes when he saw it. She wasn't going to stop coming for him, and he daren't fight back. He could no more hurt Kasumi than he could chop off an arm! There was but a single option.

"Ranma!" Kasumi cooed. "Come back! Oh, darn. Silly boy doesn't know what he's missing out on."

He hated running away like this, but what choice did he have? He couldn't think straight having to worry about Kasumi. He needed breathing space, away from her. But he also couldn't run too far. Had to keep an eye on things. Thus, Ranma had run into the next room and crawled up to the ceiling. Kasumi wouldn't be able to get to him up here even if she did see him, and he could stay up here indefinitely if he had to. The only trouble was, he'd had to leave Akane behind... But then again, the tomboy was a fully trained martial artist. He felt confident that she'd be able to get away without his help...

She was in the dojo, breaking bricks. Working out the aggression. This was her special place. The one place she felt like herself. Her internal impregnable fortress... Or so she'd thought. She looked over at the figure in the corner, seeming so far away. Ranma, going through a kata with precision and skill. He had begun to appear here a few months ago. Working out at the other side of the dojo. It felt like he was getting closer each day, though she couldn't quite tell for certain. When they fought, he moved further away again. When they made up he was closer than ever. Did that mean something? She considered asking him, but something else was bugging her as well. She didn't remember coming here at all, and there were certain details about the dojo that felt a little off...

And then something touched her lips, forcing its way into her mouth. She felt a tremendous pressure against her stomach, which even touched her breasts. She tried to move her arms instinctively to feel those areas of her body, but found they were pinned down to her sides. She couldn't move, and there was something pressing against her lips and caressing the inside of her mouth. Whatever it was, it made her feel light headed, made her feel kinda good, if she was quite honest with herself. Not that this was stopping her from freaking out, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Her breathing grew ragged and she started to panic even as a moan forced its way out of her throat...

Akane's eyes flickered, and she saw what it was. Nabiki, her very own sister was pinning her in place with an iron like grip, her lips gently pressed up against Akane's, which meant that the thing in her mouth had to be her - That spurred her into action, prompting her to attempt to push the offending tongue out of her mouth with her own. This seemed to merely serve to spur Nabiki on, however. The invading tongue repelled all attempts to expel it, using the force she was putting into trying to push it out against her efforts. Probing deeper into her mouth, touching all the right areas. Making her feel so strange. Making her feel- The kiss suddenly stopped, and they seperated with a wet plop sound. Like a sucker being pulled off a damp surface. Nabiki's grip shifted, releasing Akane's arms and giving her a genuine hug.

"Don't scare me like that, 'kay?" Nabiki said, her voice sounding uncharacteristically bubbly. And just what the hell was that thing? It felt like someone was standing between the two of them. Someone rather short, poking into her breasts. "You stopped breathing, so I gave you mouth to mouth!"

"When you're giving someone mouth to mouth, you're not supposed to slip them some tongue."

"Um, I think I got a li'l bit too into it. But hey, now that you're awake, we can totally get started!"

Akane struggled slightly in the grip. When the hell did Nabiki get so strong? She shouldn't have this kind of trouble breaking free... "Get... get started with what? And what the hell is that rubbing into me?"

At long last, Nabiki let her go. Akane stepped back, looked down, and -

And she was breaking bricks in the dojo. Ranma was off in the other corner, taking his shirt off. It was a hot day, and they'd been training for hours. He noticed her staring at him, tossed the shirt aside and playfully posed for her, flexing his muscles.

"Like what you see, 'Kane?" he said, in a surprisingly girlish and giggly tone of voice. "It's soooo big!"

She was in the kitchen, in the middle of a nightmare. Staring at her naked sister's - her penis. There was no other word for it. A great big penis, tall, erect, proud and pointing right at her. It looked so horribly out of place on her decidedly feminine body, which now that she thought about it was much more feminine than it usually was. How could she not have noticed that before?

"Doncha wish you were being fucked by this?" Nabiki asked, lightly stroking her giant member for emphasis.

"No, no I don't!" Akane exclaimed, taking a step forward. "What the hell is wrong with - Wait a minute, what the hell am I doing?"

What she was doing was pushing Nabiki onto the table and pulling her panties from under her skirt down around her ankles. Akane was wide eyed with sudden fear. Her body was acting out on its own! No, no, don't climb onto the table! Don't guide Nabiki's monster towards there! Stop! Stop! Don't do this! Don't -

"Oh! Oh, wow!"

"Feels good, don't it 'Kane?"

Nabiki wasn't kidding. Once it was actually inside her, it suddenly didn't seem so intimidating. This felt kind of good, being stretched out like this. Each thrust somehow felt better than the last, and Nabiki's hands were more than eager to keep her steady as they fucked. She could feel something building up inside of her, something she knew would be wonderful when it was released. What was this feeling? What was it? It was so close now that she could almost touch it, almost reach it, and - Suddenly, something flowed into her and sent her over the edge. Her entire body froze in place as that something left her gasping for air. No, she couldn't have enjoyed that! She couldn't have - have liked the way that felt...

She was in the dojo again, training. But you know, actually training was kind of boring. The same routines, day after day, for hours on end. So dull! She looked at Ranma. Yes, that seemed like it might be fun. Definitely a break from the routine Akane skipped over towards him, tossing her GI to the floor as she went. She wouldn't be needing that given what she had in mind.

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Lumitiel

Sun Sep 04 01:42:22 2011

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