Ukyo would never admit it, but she'd had dreams like this. Her, in her room, with a certain pigtailed martial artist curled up affectionately next to her. He was very handsome, there was a reason she'd fallen for him all that time ago.
"Nyaaaaa!"
What she hadn't imagined was that Ranma (or rather, his curse made brother Isamu) would be curled up actually in her lap acting like a cat, rubbing his cheek up against her. Nor could she have expected that such a thing would really, really work for her.
"Aww, look at the kitty!" Yoshiko cooed, scratching Isamu behind the ear. "Good kitty! You're a kitty! Eeeehhh! So cute!"
"... He's not a cat, he's a boy," Atsuko said. "Although his behaviour is quite feline for some reason."
"Feh, never got what was so cute about cats anyway," Naomi shrugged. Her fingers twitched. "Who would wanna go about stroking the soft warm fur of a helpless little creature anyhow?"
"Nyaaaaaaa!" Isamu yowled, bobbing up his head and kissing Ukyo on the lips. All three of Ukyo's, uh, sisters looked at her with a serious bout of growing envy.
"Ahem!" Ukyo coughed once Isamu had put his head back down into her lap. "Never mind all that. We should try to work out why he's behaving like -" Isamu started purring. Considering the position his head was in and the tightness of Ukyo's trousers this created some really, really interesting sensations that made it difficult to concentrate. To say the least. Despite that, ukyo was determined. She was the original! Therefore she should be the one to take charge! "L-Like a wild animal." she forced out, keeping her hands braced on the floor to keep herself from falling over. If she wound up on her back with Isamu on top of her, it would result in some quite interesting outcomes.
"Domesticated animal is more like it," Atsuko corrected.
"I like him like this!" Yoshiko tittered. She held out the back of her hand, and Isamu rubbed her cheek against it. "He's so much more affectionate this way. No argumentative at all!"
"Nyaaaaa!"
Suddenly Isamu leaped off Ukyo's lap. After a moment it became clear why. He was lying on his back, batting away at Naomi's long ponytail.
"N-No!" Naomi closed her eyes and clenched her fists. "I will not... Succumb to this! As a man, I must not show any sign of weakness towards this ridiculous... This ridiculous..."
"You're a woman," Atsuko corrected. "Honestly, you're going to turn me into the pedantic one at this point. Could some of you at least take this -"
Boom. He pounced like a tiger. It was so quick that none of them even saw it happen, only the afterimage. It's well worth remembering that Isamu represents Ranma's battle lust, the part of him that thrives on confrontation and right here, right now that part of him was in the thrall of the mentality of a cat.
To his view, it very much seemed as though his mates were bickering. This was Not Right in his kitty world view. Where the original Ranma was merely flirting playfully with Akane - admittedly in a way that probably seemed quite frightening to her - there was none of that from Isamu. None of that at all. He'd gone for Atsuko, pouncing on her and pinning her to the floor. Then he moved his head closer to hers, and kissed her full on the lips.
"Aw, little kitty wants to get his scent on us!" Yoshiko said, rubbing her hand down Isamu's back. "Atsuko-chan! You're so lucky, he seems to really like you!"
"Uh... I think this is different to what he was doing with me," Ukyo suggested. "In fact, it's a lot different. When he kissed me it was just a peck on the lips. If I didn't know any better I'd swear he was frenching her."
"Not that she seems to mind," Naomi grumbled. True enough. The serious businesswoman part of Ukyo given flesh was definitely into this. Still, this couldn't be allowed to go on. Not until they figured out why Isamu was acting this way. On that basis Ukyo stepped right up to the pair and dangled her own ponytail right over Isamu's face. It didn't take long for him to take the bait, and soon enough she was drawing him away from Atsuko -
Until she stumbled onto her hands and knees, giving Isamu the chance to mount her. If the two of them didn't have their clothes on, they'd have been having sex right about now.
"Atsuko, Atsuko!" Yoshiko cheered. "You made out with a kitty! How do you feel?"
"... Meow?" Atsuko blinked. "I feel purrfectly fine, thanks for nyasking." The business woman of the group, that is to say the most serious of the lot of them then licked the back of her hand and rubbed it along the back of her head. Then moved to sit on her haunches.
"Oh god it's contagious," Naomi whimpered. "Ukyo, get out of there!"
"Yep, definitely getting out of here," Ukyo agreed. "Not gonna start acting like a cat just because he made out with me."
The other three stared at her for a moment there. Eventually Atsuko coughed.
"Nice tail, but you're nyat meowving."
Now, that wasn't entirely true. Ukyo was moving. It was just that the main part of her that was moving was her hips. Her biggest enemy was one that she'd not really had to contend with before due to her fixation on revenge, but now that she was, it was a mighty enemy indeed. Ukyo Kuonji was struggling against her own libido, combined with the sheer size of Isamu's magical dick.
Oh sure. He was still fully clothed. But that lump was big and her trousers were sheer. Her body was demanding that she take it, cat behaviour be damned. Then Ranma made a yeowling sound, and all of a sudden her trousers were little more than scattered cloth. Damn! She liked this pair! Though not nearly as much as as she liked the feeling of - the feeling of!
"Meooooow!" Ukyo yowled as the magical penis easily found its mark. "Ah! You girls! Ah! G-Get going, find R-Ranma and find out what the fuck... oh fuck! Nyaaoot there! Pawlease, don't stop! I want this mewment to last purrever!"
"Backing... the fuck... away... now!" Naomi said, pulling back the other two girls as well. "Uh... You two have fun now. Back soon!"
Oh, but Ukyo hoped they weren't. This was amazing! Just as she was kind of getting used to Isamu's abrasive behaviour, he turns around and takes this turn! Her hips slammed back to meet his powerful thrusts, and she was eternally grateful that she'd had so much training in martial arts. This intensity, she was sure it would've broken something or pulled a muscle if she hadn't. God! Even the last time they'd wound up screwing hadn't felt this intense. Then again, last time he'd basically relied on pent up aggression and his magic dick. This time he was working on instinct, and that boy's instinct was supreme.
"Nyaaaaa!" Ukyo moaned, collapsing onto the floor while Isamu drilled her from behind. This. This alone was worth everything. All those years of hatred and discontentment, forcing herself to live as a boy. She could say it was worth it now, because it had led to this moment. Finally being reunited with her mate. Yes. Ukyo could live with this. She could be content.
Whoever could have guessed that having a giant magical penis in her life would fix all her problems?
Sun May 20 17:41:09 2018