Ranma could only stare, as she surveyed the room they were now in. “We’re in Tofu’s clinic.”
“Yes, daughter,” said Nodoka, as she led her forward. “Now, let’s see who the good doctor is ... helping ... today, shall we?”
Ranma shrugged, following her mother. “Not like it’ll mean much. The Doc’s always helped people.”
Nodoka smiled. “We shall see.”
The two continued, until they found the examination room, which showed only one patient.
“That ... that’s me!” gasped Ranma, seeing her female form on some weird table, her legs in stirrups, and her face looking content, though with an odd thermometer in it.
Soon, the bedded woman hissed loudly, before she reached down, grabbing the sheet off her, and throwing it to the side, as her hands went quickly to start massaging her breasts. “Damn, dear, that was intense,” she said, trying to keep the thermometer in her mouth.
Between her legs, rose the nude form of Tofu Ono, his face slick with juices. “You’re still the tastiest girl around, Ranma-chan.”
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Ranma could only gasp at the scene before her. She wanted to yell at them, to deny that even such things were possible.
But Nodoka proved it wrong before the protests could be stopped, as she reached into Ranma’s pants, pulling her fingers out after having gathered the evidence. “My, it looks like the good doctor got you all hot, wet, and bothered.
Inside, the book was smiling. It had been able to reach into Ranma’s mind, finding the dreams she never told anyone. Sure, most were about the girls, though they were muted. But the ones with the guys were always intense, carrying the flare of taboo with them. Whether she knew it or not, Ranma had always considered the men she met to see the what if.
Ryoga was nice in the body, would likely be an intense lover, but that damn curse made him a poor choice.
Mousse was too obsessed with Shampoo, and would never be faithful.
Kuno was just a pervert; no further reasons needed to deny him the pleasures of Ranma-chan’s flesh.
But Doc Tofu ... he had always been the best option, even more so after his mother had said Ranma would be a perfect wife.
But most of those fantasies never progressed past small kisses; maybe some feels during an exam of the female form.
But this time, the inhibitions were gone, and Ranma would fully explore this fantasy.
As Ranma stared at her, shocked, Nodoka moved her head back to see the show.
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Tofu was removing the thermometer. “Looks like you are at the perfect temperature, dear.”
The bedded Ranma nodded, even as the stirrups were adjusted to give Tofu more room between her legs. “Do it, my love, do it now!” she begged.
It was then that Tofu’s dick was revealed to the voyeurs. Neither Ranma nor the book knew if it was to scale, but the book figured the setting was more important than truth to details.
Soon, the dear doc was positioned above the girl. “Ready my love?”
“Ready,” she panted, looking deep into his eyes.
Ranma started to open her mouth to protest what the two were doing, denying that she would ever be like that around a guy.
But her positioned changed, and she was no longer watching but participating, her cries silenced as Tofu’s mouth clamped onto her own, and his tongue searching out her own. Ranma could taste herself on his lips, and soon found herself returning the kiss.
Tofu eased one hand down her belly, tapping several points that were originally designed to assist with labor in women.
Now, they were being used to make certain Ranma was really filled up.
Slowly, he eased his kiss off, and slowly began to push into Ranma.
She gasped as he slowly entered her, the slow teasing making her pant more. He was going deeper and deeper into her; finally passing what Ranma had only learned a few hours ago was the cervix.
Finally he stopped, and Ranma had to be careful not to pass out from the sensations Tofu was causing her.
Looking deep into her eyes with his own, showing her the depths of his feelings for her, he slowly began to pull out, nearly sending Ranma to orgasm as the act seemed to stimulate her in the right places.
Every time Ranma tried to stop them, tried to interrupt the act, Tofu changed the speed and direction, causing Ranma’s mind to slowly sink into the pleasures of their joining.
“Just think, my love,” said Tofu, as he started to pick up speed, “we shall soon have what you’ve wanted since we’ve first met.”
“Ah,” said Ranma, too lost to respond.
Soon, the doc’s tempo picked up, signaling he was close, as did the increasing volume of Ranma’s wails of pleasure.
“Here it is,” he growled out. “Here is the proof of our love, here is our baby!” he cried out.
Ranma arched her back, feeling his sperm begin to flood her womb, as it triggered her own orgasm. She saw images of her own pregnant belly, her children nursing from her breasts, images one would expect from a mother, before they and the world around her faded to bluish white.
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Ten minutes later, Ranma awoke, covered in sweat on the floor of her room, her vibrator still buried inside of her, her body tilted to the side. The dream that she had denied and forced herself to forget now permanently lodged in her memory where she would never be able to forget about it completely again. That was too intense!
She sat up, and looked at the book, finding it open.
“Some girls find that they cannot achieve orgasm without the aid of another person, typically a man. Typically though orgasm can be achieved through the use of a favorite fantasy.”
“I must be one of those girls. I don't think I want to have Tofu’s children anytime soon though,” Ranma said to herself sourly closing the book. “Thank God the Doc still hasn’t come back yet. I don’t wanna be tempted to check that out.
“But at least I did it! I know what color my orgasm is now!” She flipped eagerly and found the page that had discussed how to move on in the path of Exstacis, and the chart of colors that it held. “Now let’s see,” she said furrowing her brow, finding the entry for bluish white easily.
The color bluish white means that you...
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