Oni You

Had to backtrack so that you know what happened with Nabiki

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Shampoo

“Please take no more” she begged the oni. “There is final Tendo sister, Nabiki. She study in America. She virgin; they call ice princess, so cold and no like any boy. Go to America take her”

“Very well, I shall inspect her and if she’s suitable, I shall commence to feed from her” it intoned into her mind and vanished.

Nabiki

Nabiki was nervous and unable to sleep despite the hour. Her affair with Kuno was going really well and they were becoming really close; too close for Nabiki’s reserved nature. He’d visited her once a month since they’d hooked up at her house that night and she was starting to care too deeply for him. She loved spending time with him and really enjoyed his visits, whether they spent the nights at her tiny place learning to cook together or going out. He’d even introduced her to some of his local Japanese friends, so she now had a social network again. But Nabiki couldn’t continue this; she didn’t strive so hard in life to fall for a home town boy when she longed for nothing more then to leave Nerima behind and tell it to kiss her ass. She was Nabiki; she was a contender, not some stupid little misty-eyed teenager who falls for the first man to part her legs, no matter how sweet. She sighed and fished out the heart shaped gold locket he’d given her on their second date, so that she would always have him with her. It was a rather sappy gesture, but a sweet one and although she never would admit it, she’d never taken it off since he’d fastened the delicate chain around her neck. She smiled when she thought about how he’d suggested that they spend New Years Eve alone in Las Vegas.

She sat bolt upright in bed, she had to end it now before it was too late she realized and reached for the phone. He would be hurt, but it what she had to do. She froze in shock when a red glowing face appeared and opened her mouth to ask what the hell it wanted, when a blue stream was pulled from her. It seemed to give her a disgusted look, thrust the stuff back into her and vanished after giving her a dirty look. Deciding she must have imagined it, she remembered the phone call she had to make and reached for it, but changed her mind as to out the outcome of the conversation. She asked for Tatewaki and was rewarded with him being at home as it was three am where she was and five pm where he was. “Yes, Nabiki? Why aren’t you sleeping” he asked, concerned why she was up so late.

“Kuno I just wanted to say....” she said and hesitated.

“Yes, honey?” he prompted.

“I wanted to say that I love you” she replied honestly.

Kuno checked on the call display to make sure he was hearing from the right person, and then his heart swelled with joy “I love you too” he replied. “Now get some sleep, you have an exam tomorrow. I’ll see you in a few days; I can’t wait to talk about this further! Good night love” he whispered.

“Good night Kuno Baby” Nabiki said and hung up the phone and fell asleep, all self doubt gone. The oni had given her courage to follow her heart, her icy exterior and scheming ways were gone, but she still retained her drive and ambition.

Shampoo

When the oni returned with fire its eyes, Shampoo took one look at it and said “you take life force from Shampoo, Nabiki not virgin. Knock self out” she said and opened her mouth. “I give you real one this time for sure. He bumbling fool loner, always get lost. Ryoga Habiki. Him virgin for sure” she declared.

The oni gave her a look of impatience “like all the rest? We’ll see about that” it intoned threateningly and vanished

Ryoga

After three unsuccessful tries to find Nerima, Ryoga was surprised to find himself in front of Furinkan High. He intended to confront Ranma about an email he’d received from the other martial artist, concerning a challenge issued. He was annoyed at the way the challenge had been issued.

Ranma was exiting the school when he saw Ryoga. He smirked in triumph to see the other male, not that he was excited about what he was going to DO to the other boy, but what Akane had offered as reward was certainly going to be worth the effort.

“Ranma you jerk. What’s the mean of this?” Ryoga asked with fire in his eyes. “Challenges should be done in person, not over the internet!” Ryoga cried, outraged at Ranma’s audacity.

“I didn’t know where to find you and know you check your email. So I issued it in the only way I could think of” Ranma explained. “So do you accept?”

Ryoga narrowed his eyes at the other boy, there was something about the expression on his face that made it look like Ranma was leering at him. Ryoga blushed. “I will only accept a fair fight” he said.

“Would I fight dirty?” Ranma asked innocently.

“No, it’s true. Even if you’re my enemy, you’re a man of honour” Ryoga declared.

“Okay but you have to agree to my terms” Ranma said. “We both have to be naked, that way we both can see that neither is fighting dirty”

Ryoga’s eyes went as wide as saucers “n-naked? But why?” he stammered, his face was glowing.

“And oiled up so that it makes it harder for the other one to pin down” Ranma commanded.

“B-but” Ryoga said with a deep blush, he was pretty sure that he’d only heard those terms once in a gay porno when he had gone into the wrong theatre. “I’m sure that our underwear wouldn’t cover much” he reasoned with Ranma.

“The winner gets a date with Akane” Ranma said adding his final trump card.

“You’re on!” Ryoga stated, casting all doubts aside.

“Great, as our place is kind of cramped with Mousse staying there, Ukyo’s agreed to put you up for the night” Ranma advised. Ryoga again blushed at the idea of staying alone in a small apartment with a pretty female.

“Hi Sugar, it looks like we’re going to be roomies. I’ll take you there now for dinner and bring you to the dojo in about two hours, Ranma needs time to prepare” the pretty brunette said. Ryoga’s jaw dropped at the vision of feminine beauty before him. Ukyo wore a school girl uniform that had been altered so that it clung to every curve, light make up and had her hair softly waved.

“Is that you Ukyou?” he said in surprise.

She giggled in a way that was cute without making her sound dumb. “In the flesh, well under my clothes I am” she said, causing Ryoga to blush again. “Come on Sugar, let’s get some food in you and set you up in my guestroom” Ukyo said. She had wondered why Mousse had suggested Ryoga stay with her. She’d always thought Ryoga sweet and endearing in an awkward way and charming. Therefore she actually was looking forward to spending time with him and getting to know him, lord knows he was almost as cute as Ranma she realized as studied the boy walking beside her. He had a broader, but still handsome face and his eyes were brown and gentle. He was a little taller and his body broader, his wrinkled and baggy clothing couldn’t conceal a well developed body. The boy had the body of a god, Ukyo thought eyeing him with interest. She’d been sleeping with Mousse, but they were more like friends as he wasn’t really her type. The fact that Ryoga was one of Ranma’s best friends made him even more attractive to her.

Ranma

Ranma arched her back in ecstasy and panted as her orgasm approached. She glanced down at the sleek, dark head bobbing between her well spread thighs and as it lovingly brought her closer and closer to the edge. She reached down to lovingly stroke the soft, dark hair and with a final cry, bedewed the pretty, busy mouth. “Oh Akane” she cried at the passions peak. Akane lapped the final sweet drops from Ranma’s pussy and leaned forward to kiss her, cuddling the still panting girl in her arms.

“Did you like that honey?” she asked.

Ranma could taste her juices on Akane’s lips and longed for nothing more then to become male and take her hard. Ranma had come to the conclusion that his curse was now a gift because the woman he loved, also loved both sides of him; and did frequently.

“Umm ‘Kane, that has to be the best oral ever. What’s the occasion?” she asked lazily.

“I wanted to make sure that you’re nice and wet for Ryoga” Akane explained.

Ranma also wasn’t worried about Ryoga anymore “you’re a real hentai Akane” she said lovingly.

“You too dummy” Akane answered and helped her prepare the dojo.

Ryoga

Ryoga stepped in to dojo and cried “I hope you’re ready Ranma because I’m going to defeat you this time and take Akane on a date.” He quickly shut up when he realized that he was facing the buxom female type Ranma who wore only a short silk bathrobe. “What’s the meaning of this?” he cried.

She answered “you agreed to fight me naked and covered in oil. I just haven’t put the oil on yet” she explained.

“Not like this” he stammered, suddenly painfully aware of how attractive she was.

“We never agreed that I had to be a guy when you accepted” she pointed out and slipped off her bathrobe.

Ryoga averted his eyes for fear of a nosebleed, but not before he caught a glimpse of large pink tipped breasts, a heartbreakingly slim waist and long toned legs topped with a glorious nest of red curls. He gulped.

“Ryoga, do you wish to forfeit?” she taunted. “What’s the matter, can’t handle a little naked flesh?”

Ryoga forced his eyes back to her and glared a challenge “I will defeat you Ranma!” he snarled, baring fang, then made a small eeping sound when she picked up a bottle of baby oil and starting rubbing it sensually onto her breasts, then slipped her hand down her taunt belly and starting rubbing it into her inner thighs. She slipped her fingers between her pussy lips and moaned softly, before she continued oiling down her long, smooth legs. Ryoga’s jaw dropped and he couldn’t stop watching her teasing little show; he blushed when he started getting hard.

She slowly massaged oil onto the rest of her glistening form; Ranma turned her back to Ryoga and pulled her braid over one shoulder. “Can you do my back?” she asked in an innocent sounding voice. She smiled encouragingly and was rewarded when the flustered looking boy took the oil from her and applied it with clumsy strokes.

Ryoga felt like he was going crazy, he’d never seen a fully naked female up close before and here he was touching one, even if it was Ranma! He could see her heart shaped ass scant centimeters from the area that he was rubbing and had to fight the urge to cup it in his large hands. Kami her skin was so soft!

“Thank you” she said giving him the benefit of her large innocent seeming eyes and cutest smile. The she turned and put her hands on her hips “now it’s your turn to take your clothes off” she said with a pout.

“H-here” Ryoga said with a gulp, hoping that his almost painful erection didn’t show.

“Of course silly, you can’t fight naked with your clothes on” she pointed out. Ryoga turned around and awkwardly stripped off, he jumped when he felt oiled hands sliding over his back. “Just returning the favour” Ranma said. He gulped that he could feel her breasts pressing against him and reached down to cover his genitals nervously. Ranma ground herself against him harder and then reached around to hand him the bottle. “Time to get ready” she whispered in his ear. She wasn’t treated to a nice show, he quickly and per functionally coated himself with oil, blushing when he rubbed it on his buttocks and just poured just a little onto the frank and beans themselves.

“You ready?” asked the glisteningly sexy Ranma and took her first stance.

The Onied

Mousse, Akane, Dr. Tofu and Kasumi were watching them from Nabiki’s old room, Mousse had discovered how to use her old hidden cameras and had caved at Akane’s suggestion that they watch. He was surprised when Kasumi said she wanted to also and brought Dr. Tofu along. “He knows a horny female need satisfaction soon after” she explained when Mousse asked. They watched with rapt expressions while both naked bodies flew around the dojo and Ranma rubbed up against a fully erect Ryoga in increasingly sensual ways, drawing him closer to the large mat in the center of the dojo. Mousse examined everyone’s looks of lust and couldn’t resist smiling, then crossed Ryoga off the list.

Ryoga

Ryoga was not only flustered and breathing hard from fighting against Ranma, who seemed to be more interested in rubbing herself against him; she seemed to like wrapping her legs around his waist and then springing away with a knowing look. Ryoga could feel every part of her and was fully erect. He gasped when she jumped against him and wrapped her arms and legs around him; he swore she was grinding herself against his cock. After awhile it seemed like she was trying to tease him more then fight him; Ryoga eventually just started trying to get away from her groping hands and bewitching body.

“Come on fight me Ryoga” she taunted him and tripped him onto the mat, she sprang on top of him. Ryoga tried to press further into the mat to escape her enticing curves. He gasped when she straddled him and actually began rubbing herself along his length like a cat in heat. Ryoga’s eyes goggled; he was too stunned to move at the feeling of her hot bare heat against his cock.

“R-Ranma” he stammered when he felt her hand tip him forward and she sank onto him until he was buried in her to the root. She moaned and started riding him; she moved her thighs tighter together to increase her grip. She moved slowly and was rewarded when Ryoga surrendered and started moving in tandem with her. One trembling hand gripped a full breast, while his other hand cupped a buttock while he pushed himself as deeply inside her as possible. He was a captive to her clutching walls and the hot velvet that gripped him. He no longer cared who was having sex with him; he shut his eyes against reality and gave himself over to the sensations. He gasped aloud at the wild pulsations that occurred during her orgasm and bit his lip to hold himself back. His own was so close that he could practically taste it, she clenched him even harder preparing to cum again and he threw back his head and howled. “Ranma” he cried and shot jet after jet of sexually repressed cum inside her until his balls were fully drained and he collapsed. Then his eyes snapped open in horror when he remembered it was Ranma.

“Looks like I win” said the cute redhead as she still sat on his softening cock. He thrust her away with a startled cry.

“Relax Ryoga” It’s for your own good” she said putting back on her bathrobe.

“How could this possibly be good for me?” he cried.

“Calm down” Ranma said and explained it to him.

“Then why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked.

“Sorry, I’ve tried explaining to someone in the past that they needed to lose their virginity for the good of their health, it’s much easier to arrange that they do” Ranma explained.

“Look, I want to leave” Ryoga said.

“Very well, Mousse will walk you back to Ukyou’s” Ranma said to him.

Ryoga had gotten back and locked himself in her guest bedroom. He was kind of disturbed to lose his virginity this way. He had planned to lose it to Akane, but could see now that she only wanted Ranma. He heard weeping coming from Ukyou’s room and wondered if she realized that to.

He softly knocked on her door “Ukyou are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” came a muffled voice that clearly said she wasn’t. The loneliness in her voice spoke to his own and he opened the door. He sat beside her drew her against him. “My father died” she explained and she clung to him. When the comfort turned to passion, Ryoga welcomed the hands on his skin this time. They made love slowly, holding the other as closely as possible. When the oni arrived, Ukyou just told him to relax the way that Mousse had instructed her and waited for it to depart unsatisfied and then pulled Ryoga close and fell asleep again. She felt contented to have his there with her.

Ukyou

Ukyou woke to eyes watching her and realized that there wasn’t a nosebleed flowing from him, even though one of her breasts was completely uncovered. “Good morning beautiful” a suddenly calm Ryoga said, his nervous disposition seemed totally absent. “Can I take you for breakfast?” he asked. “I know of a great place around here”

“Sure, I’d like that” she replied and went to lead him when they stepped out of her place. She smiled when he took her hand and started causally strolling in the direction she remembered the restaurant he mentioned as being.

“No Ukyou, it’s this way” he said and tugged her in the opposite direction. She allowed him to lead, thinking his horrible sense of direction endearing. Her jaw dropped open when they arrived at the restaurant; he’d been right about the directions.