Conjunction
08
Commissioned by Kenainath.
Tires barked on the pavement as Haruka shifted down and braked, dropping the car into neutral and revving the engine a bit, before sliding it into a free parking space in front of the little restaurant that was her destination for the evening. She made a show of getting out of the car and setting the alarm, drawing as much attention as possible to the very expensive foreign sports car.
Smirking to herself as she felt the eyes of multiple ladies on her, she slipped one hand into her pocket, tossed her sport jacket over one shoulder, and strolled into the restaurant. She was met at the front by a pretty young brunette thing, but that wasn't her target tonight. The girl started to speak up and Haruka nodded to the redheaded form twirling off to the side of the restaurant, carrying a dozen dishes on both arms and her head with perfect balance.
"I want to be in her section."
A brief annoyed look stole over the server's face, likely thinking of the loss of a potential huge tip from the rich, cute 'guy' who'd just stepped out of the Ferrari outside. She'd get over it. Haruka was a woman on a mission and she wasn't going to let something inconvenient like some server's tips stand in her way.
"Right this way, sir," the woman bowed slightly at the waist, not quite to the degree required by her station—a subtle slight that most gaijin wouldn't catch. However, despite being blonde haired and blue eyed, Haruka was not a gaijin. She was native Japanese, and Haruka recognized the small snub for what it was. She made a note to file a formal complaint with the manager.
It wasn't long after she was seated before the redhead made an appearance. Short, curvy, muscular, cute face, blue eyes, bright red hair. She was the object of Haruka's dreams of late—wet dreams. Oh, so many wet dreams. Not to mention the reason for her and Michiru's latest falling out.
I'll land her, get this out of my system, then go sweet talk my way back into Michiru's good graces. Then we can spit-roast this cutie between a couple of strap-ons…
The redhead grinned and Haruka's heart skipped a beat. "Hey there," she drawled, looking Haruka up and down, "pretty lady. What can I do you for?"
She completely saw through my crossdressing! On the one hand, Haruka liked being mistaken for a very pretty boy by girls. It was part of her preferred pickup approach. Pick up a sexy thing, take her back to a hotel, and when the clothes come off… most girls just go along with a little sapphic fun.
"But I'm straight!" Was fun to counter for the few who wanted to argue. Push them down, kiss and touch them a bit… And then it's, "So is spaghetti, until it gets wet~!"
But this one saw right through it… and flirted right off the bat with that little innuendo. Haruka like~!
The blonde grinned. "I don't know. What would you recommend?"
"Hmm…" the redhead brought a finger to her plump, kissable lips as she cocked her wide hips, thinking about her answer as she pressed her large breasts together and pushed them up a bit. Haruka's eyes were drawn to the name tag, which read 'Ranma.' "How about the special?"
"Sounds great."
"And to drink? Coffee? Tea? Or…?"
Me, Haruka interpreted, her smile growing just a bit wider. "Absolutely that last one. Maybe later? Tea sounds good for now though."
Ranma smirked. "I'll go put this in. Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back~."
"Wouldn't dream of it, beautiful," Haruka promised.
Haruka watched as the redhead left, her tight, round ass swaying sensuously in a way that made Haruka's mouth water. That is the most incredible ass I have ever seen, bar none. I would crawl naked across a mile of broken glass on my belly just to smell that sweaty ass after a workout. If she lets me hit it, I'm going to tongue that ass until she squirts. It'll be like a fountain. Heh, I can angle it so it splashes back onto her face. It'll be great.
Haruka was a bit distracted by her lewd fantasies of pushing down the sexy little treat, but not so distracted that she missed Ranma returning, carrying plates, dishes, and taking care of the other tables. Once she finished her current round, Ranma settled her hip against Haruka's table, taking out her notepad and pretending to write. "So, what's your name, blondie?"
"Tenou Haruka. And yourself, red?"
"Heh. Saotome Ranma. What happened to your friend? The cute one you were in with last time?"
"Ah, well," Haruka smiled, searching for an excuse. "It's just me today."
She remembered Michiru? Is it because she liked her, or because she remembered us both? Or maybe…
"Aww. Too bad." Then, the minx's eyes narrowed as she smirked. "Guess I have you all to myself…"
Yes! Score! Just have to get her into the car, break a few traffic laws to get her heart pumping, then take her to a hotel… No. No, I'll bring her back to my place! No hotel for this one.
"So, what time do you get off?"
"Any time I like," the redheaded flirt winked and Haruka chuckled. "For you, I imagine I could get off any time you liked."
"Yeah? You'd get off just for me?"
Ranma's blue eyes met her own in challenge. "Well, hopefully there would be some mutual getting off…"
"Of course. As long as you don't mind me driving."
"Mm," Ranma considered it for a moment. "I dunno, I'm kind of a 'take charge' kind of gal, if you know what I mean. But I could let you give it a whirl and show me what you can do."
"I'll definitely show you what I can do. I'll have you know I'm very good with my hands."
"Hopefully you're as good with your mouth," Ranma winked, then twirled away. "Be back in a few~."
"Flirt," Haruka accused as the redhead disappeared again. Ranma was an absolutely shameless flirt, and Haruka loved it. It's almost like she's pursuing me. Hmm… now there's a thought. It might be nice to be the one chased, run down, and pinned for a change. But not with this one. No, I'll push her down and show her why I should be in charge. I'll show her things she's never even dreamed of. Ah, it almost feels like cheating.
Almost, but not quite. Haruka's memories may be Swiss cheese, but the ones she did have were a fairly eclectic mix. Part of that mix was the art of picking up and entertaining women (and men, not that she used it), both in and out of the sack. It had been especially useful for picking up Michiru, when she was still an innocent, virginal, shy musician who thought Haruka was a heartachingly cute boy interested in her… only to learn that Haruka was actually a woman.
She would feel bad about tricking so many girls if it weren't so funny. And sexy, when they gave in.
Too bad Ranma saw through it, so I won't get that moment of surprise and shock. On the other hand, she's flirting pretty heavily, so it's a good chance she's actually a lesbian too. Someone with a bit of experience with another woman that I don't have to teach myself could be nice.
It was actually several minutes before Ranma came back this time. When she did, she quickly serviced the other tables, bussed those that had finished and collected her tips, then ran back to the kitchen and came back with more dishes—Haruka's included.
"As much as I'd like to hang around and chat for a while longer, I should get some work done first," the redhead said.
Haruka reached out and laid her hand casually on Ranma's hip, smiling up at her as she gave the redhead a squeeze. "It's no problem at all."
"Alright, be back soon~."
Haruka sat and ate, watching Ranma as she worked. The redhead was good. Always there just before she was needed, always friendly, and always putting on a show with her incredible displays of balance, strength, and dexterity. And, of course, showing off her body at every opportunity. Never anything indecent, just enough to tease and hint, to entice and draw attention from men and women alike—but she was very good at drawing the eye and keeping it focused on her.
Finally, Haruka finished her meal and Ranma came back around. "All done? Can I get you something else, cutie? Maybe some dessert?"
"You can give me your number," Haruka grinned. "I'll pick you up after your shift, then I'll go make you dessert."
"Oh, that does sound nice," Ranma agreed, opening up her notepad and scratching out a note, before pulling it out and laying it on the table, face down. "But I'm not that easy. You're gonna have to work for it."
"How about we go for a ride tonight and you think it over? It's a Ferrari…" Come on, take the bait. Everyone loves a sports car. Once I've got you inside, you'll be all over me after I scare you a bit.
"Can't say I know anything about cars," Ranma shrugged, completely shutting down Haruka's pitch. "But… I'll think about it. Not tonight, though. I've got plans. I'm going out with this cute, young little thing and we're gonna have fun~! I don't want to disappoint her."
She's seeing someone, but she's open to something on the side? And a younger girl? Hah! I can slip in and take her for myself with experience. Or take them both. Easy. She doesn't want it tonight? Fine. I'll come back and try again later.
"Oh, we wouldn't want that."
They talked a bit longer and eventually, Haruka dropped a folded wad of bills on the table—what she had allotted for this little fishing expedition before setting out. A smooth hundred thousand yen—about a thousand dollars. If Haruka's good looks and charm didn't get her what she wanted, then she wasn't above throwing money around—that was what the Ferrari was for, after all. That playboy Mamoru wasn't the only one who could use that trick.
Ranma, however, didn't even glance at the tip as she thanked Haruka and the blonde left, considering that. Not impressed by the car, the clothes, or the cash. What's it going to take to flip your switch, red?
Ranma, meanwhile, pocketed her tip and added it to the rest of what she'd picked up that night. Outside, the expensive, flashy car started up before pulling out with a roar of its engine. Yeah, yeah. We're all very impressed, she rolled her eyes. Making her way back to the back, she found her manager.
"Oi, boss lady. I'm taking off."
"What? But your shift isn't over! You need to stay for close and cleanup!"
Ranma simply shot her a look. "I can do math, boss lady. Your sales have doubled every night I'm working. You aren't going to fire me because you'll lose money. I was looking when I found this job, and I've never found a job I need. I was hired to work part time and I wasn't scheduled for a full shift tonight. Now, I'm going home. If I'm not on the schedule when I come back, I won't be back after that. And hey, I noticed we got some competition across the street. I wonder if they're hiring."
"Erm… Alright, Saotome. Go ahead."
"Thought so."
With that, Ranma left to head home, where Hotaru was waiting.
"Ami~!"
Ami sighed, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "What?!"
Usagi moaned from behind her. "I'm bored."
"Maybe you should be studying. You know. Like me. Right now."
Usagi pulled her eyelid down and stuck out her tongue. "Come on~! Let's go have some fun! You need to relax or you're going to burn out. Exams aren't for a while and you could use a night out and something to relax." Ami spun in her seat and opened her mouth to retort, but Usagi cut her off. "Did you know, it's been proven that people retain information better if they don't try to cram it all in at once and instead take it in in parts? They also retain more information if they're relaxed and not stressed about learning new things."
Ami's mouth closed and opened like a goldfish for a moment as Usagi showed that rare brilliant side of herself. "Where did you hear that?"
"I looked it up just so I could use it as an argument to get you to stop studying for a night and come have fun with me."
The bluenette sighed. "Of course you did." Sending her best friend, leader, lover, and future queen a long suffering look, she asked, "Alright. Fine. Suppose I agree. What's the plan, oh fearless leader? Pick up Rei and hit a club for some dancing? Call the other Inners? Do some karaoke, have a few drinks, then fool around?"
"Mm… those sound great! But no! Just you and me!"
"No Rei? No one else either?" Ami narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Why not?"
Usagi smiled, where she was laying upside down on Ami's bed, her hair dangling on the floor. "Rei's going to take some convincing, and I want your help for that."
"Uh huh. Help convincing her to what?"
"Well~," Usagi giggled. "I want to introduce you to someone."
Ami raised an eyebrow. "A girl someone or a boy someone?"
"Yes!" the blonde nodded, laughing.
Rolling her eyes at her friend being difficult, Ami continued her interrogation. "If it's a boy, then it's someone you met since the thing with Mamoru. A rebound? Must be someone special if you're introducing him to us. Am I the first, or…?"
"Ah, no, actually."
Ami frowned at that, unsure quite how to feel. On the one hand, they had talked about maybe Mamoru or someone being a guy that all the Senshi—all of the princesses and future queens of all the planets in the solar system—could share. A king for them all. It was a silly, girlish fantasy, Ami knew—completely childish and unrealistic. And Usagi was free to live her own life and find her own loves, and wasn't required to include them in that—just as they weren't required to include her.
On the other hand… it sounded like Usagi had decided he was 'the one,' and she had already shared him with someone. And Ami, tied with Rei for the title of 'best friend,' was somewhere in the middle to know.
Usagi sat up abruptly and stood, moving over and pulling Ami into a hug. "Hey! Hey," she soothed, stroking Ami's head, running her fingers through the bluenette's hair. "It's not like that! Hotaru found him. She and Chibi met him first. She introduced him to me. You're the first person I've invited to meet him. Okay?"
"Okay," Ami murmured, slipping her arms around Usagi's trim form and squeezing her back. "Sorry. I jumped to conclusions."
"It's fine," Usagi dismissed the issue entirely, because in her mind there was nothing to forgive. "So? What do you say?"
Ami sighed into the valley of Usagi's breasts. "What's he like?"
"Mm… Strong. Handsome. Honorable. A good man." She snickered, "A man among men."
Humming, Ami pulled back and eyed her friend. "So he's not some rich playboy?"
"Nope!" Usagi made a disgusted face. "He's a teacher at Hotaru's school—one of those experience for credit hours things. He's actually going to this school, to become a teacher so he can teach martial arts. One prior relationship, which exploded and then caught fire."
"That bad?"
"Yup. They were engaged. She cheated."
"Ouch."
"Oh yeah. Not just cheated, but cheated with one of his rivals and the guy she said she hated. A, you guessed it, wealthy playboy. Also delusional, according to Ranma. His whole family's crazy."
"Wow. That's just… who does that to a person? People cheat, sure, but to cheat with someone your fiance hates? That's just… going the extra mile to show them how much you hate them. Just break up with them."
Usagi shrugged. "If I knew why stupid, selfish jerks cheated…"
"Sorry," Amy murmured. "Alright, let me change and we'll go meet your friend. Are we meeting him in public or…?"
"I thought we'd go out and eat somewhere, watch a movie, then go back to his place, if you're interested. What're you gonna wear?"
Ami grinned. "That's a surprise." She pointed at the bed. "No peeking!"
"Mou~! Fine!" Usagi pouted, throwing herself back on the bed after grabbing a manga off of Ami's shelf.
Ami opened up her small closet and looked over her choices. Picking out a conservative button down, nearly ankle length skirt, and a cardigan she checked to make sure Usagi wasn't peeking, before picking up a small bag in the back of the closet. If we're going to have some fun, let's make things interesting… And see just how much of a man Mr. 'Man Among Men' really is.
She hurried into her small bathroom and closed the door behind herself, stripping down out of her jean shorts and tee-shirt she'd been wearing for study/lounge wear. Opening up her 'fun bag,' she had a look inside, before pulling out a toy. Checking the battery in both the small vibrator and the remote, she grinned, before pulling out the garter pocket that went with it and slipping it up her leg. Tucking the little toy inside the pocket, she turned it on low and rubbed the buzzing vibrator against her nether lips and circled her clit a few times to get herself good and worked up before slipping it in, then pulling her panties in place to hold it there.
"Ah~."
Biting her lip, Ami used the remote to turn the toy back off for now, just waiting for someone to play with the knob. Then, she opened up the bag and went for her next accessory. What came out was a length of silk rope, tied to all of her measurements and loosened just enough to go on easily. She stepped into the harness, pulling the rope up tight into her crotch, making sure either side of it framed her pussy lips through her panties, outlining her camel toe. Then, she slipped her head and arms in and grabbed the loops for the ties in the back, after adjusting the loop around her neck to be snug but not cut off her circulation.
Pulling the loops, she started tightening everything up, then stopped long enough to spread the ropes at her chest and press her breasts through. A bit of tightening had those comfortably snug, with just a hint of pain at being slightly too tight, making her nipples hard and her pussy throb around the toy inside her. Then, she tightened it the rest of the way and released the loops to dangle behind herself.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Ami felt a naughty thrill run through her body. She had only ever worn this in class since she'd bought it and adjusted it to fit her, following a guide she'd bought to go with it—at Rei's suggestion. It was supposed to be a little party favor for the next time all the Senshi got together—the shibari, the remote controlled vibrator, a blindfold, and double-sided dildo. Something she and Rei were going to do together, for Usagi. Nothing quite as crazy as the things Minako routinely brought to their little get togethers, but considering it was Ami doing it, it was sure to shock someone—at least Makoto, maybe even Usagi. This would be the first time she had worn it, outside of getting together with Rei to get their matching set properly fitted so they could get into them easily.
Let's see what Usagi's new boy-toy thinks about it… Maybe I'll finally lose my virginity with a guy. Still can't believe Mamoru couldn't figure it out when we kept throwing ourselves at him. Then again, the guy was cheating on Usagi the whole time constantly, so he probably just didn't care or wasn't interested when he could get laid with college girls any time he wanted.
Shaking her head, she got dressed in the outfit she'd picked out and checked herself in the mirror, making sure nothing was showing that would give away the game to Usagi.
Satisfied, she slipped her blindfold into her purse and considered the final toy in the fun bag. Shrugging, she tossed the double-dildo in as well, for laughs.
Ami left the bathroom and picked out a pair of plain white ankle socks from her drawer, before looking at Usagi. "Well?"
"Finally! What took so long? It doesn't even look like you put on makeup!"
"Because I didn't," Ami shook her head, picking up her glasses and slipping them on her nose. She didn't actually need them, but the others said they made her look cute—making her blue eyes pop. "Let's go."
They went downstairs and Ami grabbed the keys to her mom's car. Her mother was at work at the hospital and Ami knew from experience she wouldn't need the car any time soon, so she was clear to borrow it. Piling into the little blue Nissan R33 together, Ami asked, "Where to?"
Usagi's lips pulled into a devious grin as she told Ami the location, and for some reason, Ami had a feeling that someone was about to be the subject of one of Usagi's pranks…
Ami whistled as she pulled into a parking space. "Nice car. Not often you see one of those."
"Mhmm," Usagi nodded, and Ami sent her friend a suspicious look, which grew even more suspicious when Usagi put on her best 'butter wouldn't melt in my mouth' face.
They made their way inside and Usagi smiled at the hostess that greeted them. "Reservation for Tsukino."
"Ah! Your friend is already here. Right this way, miss," the little brunette smiled and Usagi linked arms with Ami as the two followed the hostess. As they went, Ami pulled out the small remote and palmed it, to be ready just in case.
Spotting the booth they were being led to, Ami saw a man about their age sitting there with a relaxed smile. He wore a set of red and black Chinese martial arts tangs and had his hair in a braided pigtail at the back. When he spotted them, he grinned and stood up, and Ami saw he was a bit taller than them. He pulled Usagi into a hug and her blonde best friend made a happy sound.
Then, to her surprise, the man pulled Ami into a hug as well. She felt a buzz of magic as he got close. It felt to her like some sort of curse—something deep, tied intrinsically to him.
Ami raised an eyebrow as she felt his fingers dance over a few of the pressure points along her spine and her pussy, already wet from the toy inside her and the constriction of the rope around her, began to leak down her legs. She also felt when his fingers traced over one of the lines of rope as they moved. When he pulled away and raised an eyebrow, she smiled impishly.
"Saotome Ranma, nice to meet you," he introduced himself.
"Mizuno Ami. Likewise," she bowed politely, before taking his hand in both of hers and slipping him the remote.
Ranma took the little box as Usagi pulled him into a seat beside her and Ami sat down. The hostess left a couple of menus, telling them their waitress would be by shortly. As soon as the other woman was out of earshot, Ami leaned in and Usagi did as well. "He knows, right?"
"Mm! Ranma-kun knows everything."
She eyed the smiling man for a moment before asking, "You know he's cursed, right?"
Ranma and Usagi exchanged a look, before Usagi giggled and Ranma laughed quietly. ""We know,"" they both answered together.
"Please excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back," Ranma said, and Usagi waved him off.
Ami watched him walk away, her eyes lingering on the way his clothes pulled against his lithe, muscular body. "I can see why Hotaru's dating him," Ami murmured, before turning back to Usagi. "But not you. I know you better than that. You're not after just a handsome face and a bit of beefcake. Even if that is mouthwatering. So, what aren't you telling me? And what's with the curse? You can't cure it?"
"I'm not telling you a lot! You'll have to find out for yourself," Usagi stuck her tongue out. "As for the curse… Curing it would defeat the purpose of having it."
"Huh?" Ami stared at her friend. "Why would someone want to be cursed?"
"Ah, well, I'll explain that later!" Usagi grinned.
Ami was about to press, when she spotted a flash of color in the corner of her eye. Looking up, she saw a redhead approaching their section, carrying a number of trays, dishes, and glasses on both arms and her head. She was short, curvy, and absolutely delicious. "Oof," Ami sighed as she took in the sight. "Wow."
"I know, right?" the blonde leered. "She looks like she'd be fun."
"Oh yeah," Ami nodded as the redhead passed them.
"I'll be right with you girls~!" she called, hurrying past them and distributing plates and glasses.
"Hello again, sexy," Haruka purred as Ranma came by to take her order.
"Hey good looking," the redhead eyed her up. "Decide on a change of wardrobe today?"
Haruka smirked. "I did. You like?"
"I do. It's a crime to hide thighs like those with pants. So, what can I do you for today?"
"I want to take you for a ride, and I won't take no for an answer," Haruka answered, twirling her keys around her finger before catching them.
The redhead grinned. "I don't know that that's entirely safe. I don't think that thing was built to handle curves like this."
"What's life without a little danger?"
"You know, you say that, but I'd be happy with peace and quiet."
Ranma looked around and brought up her pad. Understanding that the redhead's time for flirting was about done, given that they seemed to be particularly busy tonight, Haruka flipped through the menu quickly and placed an order for sushi. She watched the redhead walk away, her ass swaying the entire way, before stopping at a booth some ways down—
Haruka did a double-take.
Short, slim sexy bluenette in the right seat. Taller, sexy blonde with a very distinctive hairstyle in the left booth. Usagi and Ami, here? Hm. Wonder what they're here for. Just out together, or something more? Maybe I should go say hello…
Haruka frowned as she watched Ranma flirt with both of her teammates. Flirt a lot, really. And Usagi and Ami just… ate it up. Especially Usagi. If she gets any more thirsty, we're going to be wading out of here.
Then, Ranma was off again, back into the kitchen. Haruka pushed down the feeling of irrational, possessive jealousy. Ranma was just doing her job, trying to make tips. Usagi was just as much of a shameless flirt as Ranma these days, but far more innocent about it. Not to mention overly friendly. So of course those two would click. And Ami, well… The only reason Ami was bisexual was because she wanted Usagi to be happy so was willing to go along with Usagi's 'let's all date a guy together!' insanity.
Haruka scoffed quietly. As if there's a man alive who could keep up with one Senshi, let alone all of us. Not that I'd let him touch me even if there were.
Just then, a man wearing martial arts clothes and with his hair in a pigtail approached the table and sat down beside Usagi. Haruka assessed him automatically and… didn't find him wanting, from a combat standpoint. He's got some training. And he's very fit, she mused as the trio immediately began chatting. Who is he, though? Usagi's new boyfriend since the thing with Mamoru? She should've just waited for him to come back. Not like they haven't done this song and dance before. He'll come back, she'll drop this guy, and they'll be back together again.
She turned her attention away and waited for her favorite waitress to return.
Ami squirmed as the vibrator suddenly turned on, her breath hitching mid-word as she spoke with Usagi. A moment later, Ranma returned and slid into the seat across from her. He shot her an easy, knowing grin as he slid an arm around Usagi. "What'd I miss?"
"Oh, not much. I ordered for you," Usagi smiled.
"Thanks. What'd I get?"
"Steak and shrimp. I ordered sushi and Ami's getting tempura. We can all share!"
"Sounds great," Ranma nodded. Turning to Ami, he asked, "So, you go to the same college as us, right? What're you studying?"
"I'm going to become a doctor."
"Nice. I don't have the head for all the medicine stuff. I've got no problem memorizing where everything is in the body, but all the drugs and other stuff? Not a chance."
Ami nodded. Not everyone had the head for it. "Usagi told me you were studying to be a teacher and open a dojo?"
"Ah, well," Ranma hummed. "That's part of it. I've been doing some thinking. I'm actually really good at carpentry and kind of picked up that, electrical work, and plumbing… A former boss suggested I get certified, because I was the best worker he'd ever seen. So I think I'm going to do that, build my own dojo, and take students on weekends when I'm not building houses."
Ami hummed, nodding. She knew about the range of salary for those jobs and, while not as good as a doctor, lawyer, or engineer, the pay was nothing to sneeze at. Especially if someone could do all three. A business that built residential dwellings would eventually make a fortune here in Japan—and the right contract could see that fortune coming much earlier. "Not bad. Tell me, where do you—ah!" Ami's eyes went wide as Ranma twisted her knob up one setting before bumping it back down. Her face went red and she clenched her jaw.
"You okay, Ami?" Usagi asked, sounding clueless.
"Ah, fine," Ami panted. Clearing her throat, she tried again. "Where do you see yourself in five years, Ranma?"
"Not quite sure. Maybe with that construction business and dojo. Maybe married and kids on the way. I s'pose that second one depends…" he trailed off, before looking at Usagi. "She's in on all of that…?"
"Yep!" Usagi nodded with a happy smile. "I want to bring Ami in!"
Ranma nodded and turned back to Ami. "That's gonna depend mostly on you girls. Everyone can make their own decisions about when they're ready. I ain't quite ready right this second, but… I wouldn't mind if it happened sooner, you know?"
"A family man," Ami murmured thoughtfully.
"Yeah. I mean, ever since I can remember, family's been everything." A frown pulled at his lips and he shook his head. "Not that it mattered in the end."
Usagi laid a hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze. Ranma shifted his gaze to meet Usagi's and the pair shared a smile. Then, the blonde's eyes went wide. "Isn't it about time for you to…?"
"Oh yeah. I'll be right back."
Ami watched as Ranma left and sent Usagi a curious look. "Where's he going?"
Usagi simply smiled, once more with the entirely too innocent to be believed act. "Oh, bathroom probably."
"Uh huh." Ami shook her head. "So, what was that about? The family thing?"
"Ah…" Usagi winced. "His family aren't the greatest people. So, when he was little…"
Ami listened as Usagi told her a story that grew more unbelievable by the minute as their waitress came back out and checked tables, before heading off towards the back. Ami frowned as she spotted a head of blonde hair in a short cut. "Hey," she interrupted Usagi, nodding in the direction the redhead—also named Ranma, coincidentally enough—had gone. "Isn't that Haruka?"
Usagi didn't even look. "Is it? Small world!"
Ami's eyes narrowed. "What are you up to…?"
"Nothing~!"
"Yeah, su-URE~!" Ami yelped, clenching her legs together as someone goosed the toy, her eyes rolling as she shivered and clutched at the table.
"You okay? Do you need the bathroom?" Usagi asked, and Ami noticed that she had the attention of everyone around them, including the sexy little redhead, who met her eyes and… winked, the sexy little flirt! Like she suspected the truth!
"Fine!" Ami forced out, trying not to moan as she bit her lip. After a few moments, the toy turned back down—but higher than it had been idling at. I was so close!
Ami wanted to wail at the torture. Thrash, pound the table, kick her feet. It was agony.
It was amazing.
She had never been more aroused. Never felt sexier than sitting there in public, getting off as everyone looked on, none the wiser. Trying to distract Usagi, and flip the questions back to her, she asked, "Why not talk to Haruka? Is it the thing with Michiru?"
"Maybe," Usagi shrugged, looking away. Ami reached out and took Usagi's hand and the blonde sighed. "Okay. Yes. She left Michiru so she could go cheat with a sexy waitress."
"Oh. I hadn't heard the details. That's—" Ami blinked. Blue eyes shifted from Usagi, to Haruka flirting with their waitress. A sexy red haired, blue eyed, big titty Japanese girl. A waitress named Ranma. Who wore her hair in a braided pigtail. Whose speech, while very sexy and appealing, had a certain accent to it. An accent that sounded suspiciously like Usagi's new shared boyfriend. Who was also named Ranma, wore his hair in a braided pigtail, had blue eyes, and bore a striking resemblance to their redheaded waitress. A very nimble and graceful waitress, who moved almost identically to the martial artist that was Usagi's boyfriend—almost, save that she moved like a woman and he moved like a man.
It's not possible that he's doing what Haruka does. You can't cross-dress those hips and that chest, or the height difference. They are absolutely two separate people. But Usagi is absolutely aware of what's going on. That somehow, those two know each other, and since you never see them together, they're intentionally trading places for some reason—which explains boy Ranma's 'bathroom visits' and girl Ranma's being 'in the back.' Could it be…
"Usagi… What is Ranma's curse?"
Usagi giggled. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
She definitely knows! And it's something juicy. So… Why not go with the obvious? Magical transformations are a thing. We do them all the time. Setsuna's talked about Starlights when she was particularly drunk and how she wishes she could get her hands on one again.
"His curse is to change genders."
Usagi giggled harder, covering her face with both hands. "Hehehe~! Nope!" Taking a deep breath, she put her hands down. "Listen, just leave it alone for now. I'll explain everything later, I promise. I know that big, sexy brain of yours is trying to work out what's going on, but I need you to stop. By order of your queen! For my amusement. Also schaden, shavin, gesundheit."
"Schadenfreude. How do you know that word and what have you done with Usagi?"
"Oh ha ha. I know things!" Usagi protested.
Female Ranma chose that moment to return to their table with their food and drinks. "Alright! Let me know if there's anything else I can get you~!"
Ami narrowed her eyes at the redhead. "There is, actually. Where's the other Ranma?"
The redhead raised an eyebrow. She slipped a hand into the front of her apron. "There's another me? Are you sure? I'm pretty sure the world can't handle that much sexy crammed into this small a space."
"I'm su—URE~!"
Ranma leaned in close, putting a hand on her shoulder, her fingers touching Ami's neck and hitting a couple of pressure points that did incredibly interesting things to her pussy, as she felt herself growing tighter and hotter around the toy and her nipples ached. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"
Ami's eyes met Ranma's, whose lips twitched briefly into a smirk, before Ami saw a minute shift in the muscles of the redhead's hand. The hand in her pocket. And then, the toy turned up another notch.
"Fine! I'm fine! I, I must have, nn, beeeen mistaken~!"
"Mm. You sure? Cause I mean, that sounds really fun," the redhead purred, and her hand twitched again, turning the toy up another notch.
"'m s're!" Ami managed to get out, gripping the table with white knuckles.
"Okay! I'll be in the back. If you need me for anything, anything at all, just call my name. Scream it for me, 'kay?"
"mm'kay."
The redhead left and Ami admitted defeat as she came, going cross-eyed where she sat, trying to keep from shaking too visibly. She didn't care how Ranma was doing it, if he was gender cursed, trading places with a sister, or something else. She just wanted his cock in her right now. Or to bury her face in those tits. Either/or.
"What's the matter? You look upset," Ranma asked as she approached Haruka's table with a salacious smile. "Is there something I can do to help?"
Haruka glared at the redhead, stewing in jealousy and annoyance at the way she had been all over Ami earlier. "I'm fine."
"Alright. Say… I get off soon." Haruka perked up a bit. "How about we… go for a ride?"
Yes! Got you! Haruka mentally cheered. On the outside, however, she hummed. "I don't know… I had other plans—"
"Oh, that's fine then!" Ranma beamed a smile. "I heard those two talking about leaving with their boyfriend earlier." Leaning closer, she whispered, "I think they're planning a threesome! I saw the hottie they were with, and, mmf. Mama likey, you know what I mean? Go have fun! I'll go invite myself along—"
"No!" Haruka jerked forward in her seat, jealousy flaring at the idea of Usagi and Ami getting to taste Ranma before she did—and more than a bit of anger at the thought that that man might put his filthy ape hands on her Ranma at all, let alone when Haruka had been coming here for a week trying to convince the redhead to give her a chance and she was so close she could taste it… "You know what, I was wrong. That's next week. I'm free right now."
"Great! I'll just take this stuff," Ranma began gathering Haruka's dishes and the blonde threw another hundred thousand yen tip on the table, which the redhead swept up so smoothly Haruka barely noticed and she had been watching for it. "Why don't you go wait outside in that sexy car and I'll come for you, okay?"
"You'll come for me, huh?"
"Sure~!"
Haruka watched her walk off, before gathering her leather jacket up and leaving, not quite storming out, but she made her annoyance known as she passed Usagi and Ami's table. Her annoyance only grew when she heard Usagi snicker behind her.
Yeah, laugh it up, princess. I'm going home with the hottest woman in Tokyo. You can't even compete.
Ami was wobbly and weak-kneed as they left the theater, leaning against Ranma's shoulder as he half carried her. Her whole body felt like one big blush and she was pretty sure everyone in the theater heard her come that last time.
"You look really bad," Usagi fretted as they walked to Ami's mother's car. "How about we just take you home and put this off until later?"
"No!" Ami protested immediately. Absolutely not! I'm so horny I could die! If you just leave me like this, I just might! "No, it, it's fine. Let's uh, let's go back to Ranma's place. I just need some fresh air is all. It was stuffy in there."
"Sure," Ranma agreed easily. "Give me your keys. I'll drive."
"Do you know how?"
"Eh, I'll figure it out. Can't be too hard."
Ami wanted to fight it, but at this point, she was too far gone to bother. "If you scratch my mom's car, you pay for it."
"I'll be careful," Ranma promised as they reached the car. Usagi opened the back door and Ranma helped her in. Then, the two of them climbed into the front seat and Ami drifted off for a while.
Glancing at the girl in the back, Ranma shook his head. Beside him, Usagi asked, "Is she really okay?"
"She's fine. It's self-inflicted."
"What do you mean?"
The boy grinned. "You'll see when we get to my place."
"Alright," Usagi nodded. "So, you take care of Haruka?"
"Should be taking care of her right about now."
"Hehe~. Ah, I wish I could see her face."
"Oh, I'm taking pictures."
Eventually, Ranma pulled to a stop in front of his apartment building. Ami was mostly asleep when they pulled her out of the car and Ranma carried her upstairs. Ranma laid her out on the couch and he and Usagi sat and quietly talked while she napped.
Finally, she stirred and sat up. "About time, sleepyhead!" Usagi teased from where she was sitting in Ranma's lap. "We were just about to start the fun without you!"
"I'm awake," Ami sighed. Spotting the teapot on the table and an extra cup, she started to pour herself a cup, only for Usagi to hop out of Ranma's lap and shoo her back into her chair.
"You were really out of it," Usagi looked Ami over. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm—" Ami froze as she spotted Ranma's hand slip into his pocket. Her eyes locked with his and the boy grinned. She opened her mouth to finish and he started the vibrator again. "Hng! Sure~."
A low buzzing filled the quiet room and Usagi frowned, looking at her friend suspiciously as she handed Ami her tea. Ami took it and sipped carefully. "Anybody else hear that buzzing?"
"Buzzing? What buzzing?" Ami asked, innocently.
Usagi's eyes narrowed. From the other couch, Ranma grinned. "I don't hear anything."
"Hmm…"
Ami met her friend's eyes as she sipped her tea. Sitting down beside Ami, Usagi rested a hand on her forehead. "You still feel a bit warm… Hang on, I'll use magic."
"Ah, you shouldn't worry about it—"
"No, no. I insist," Usagi narrowed her eyes, channeling her magic. "Hmm… Nothing abnormal… except for a small foreign object inside your body."
Ranma chose that moment to bump the vibrator up a setting and Ami couldn't hold it in anymore. "Ahn~!"
The bluenette's eyes crossed, her mouth hanging open and her tongue lolling out as she came. Usagi leered, wrapping her arms around Ami, pulling her friend into a hug and resting her palm against Ami's lower belly, where she began to rub firmly above the other girl's womb. "You've been fucking doing this in front of me this whole time, haven't you?! What is it, a remote controlled vibrator?"
"Guilty," Ranma admitted, holding up the remote and wagging it, before turning it up another setting.
Ami bucked in Usagi's arms and the princess rubbed harder, drawing a grunt from the bluenette. "Naughty~! You should've told me! Ah, the fun I could have had! You guys suck." She sighed, then smiled fondly. "But it's good that she trusted you enough to just hand you that. I'm happy. Our little Ami is opening up!" Leaning into Ami's side, she kissed the other girl's ear, nipping at the lobe. "Does this mean you're ready to share?"
"Yes~," Ami mewled.
Humming quietly as her hand rubbed under something under Ami's clothes, Usagi traced a finger over one of the knows and asked, "What have you got on under here, huh?"
Ami's blue eyes locked with Ranma's as she asked, "Why don't you find out?"
Ranma popped up from his seat, pocketed the remote, and picked up both Usagi and Ami in his arms, to squeals from both girls as he carried them back to the bedroom and tossed them onto his futon. Then, Usagi pinned Ami, holding her arms above her head with one hand while working at getting her blouse off with the other. Ranma undid her long skirt and tossed it to the side.
Ami panted quietly, her hips unconsciously twitching as she lay there, exposed for the two of them to see, her shirt pulled open and leaving her body on display. Her nipples were so hard they ached and she felt like she was a hair away from coming with the vibrator still going inside her. Feeling their eyes on her… she felt so amazingly sexy. Usagi went to take off her glasses, but Ami shook her head—she wanted to play up the sexy nerd angle. After all, Ami was a nerd and she had always felt a bit insecure about her body next to her very sexy friends and teammates. But having her best friend and that friend's boyfriend staring at her with such sheer hunger…
It was a delicious feeling. They were looking at her like that. She was the one they wanted.
Definitely don't regret buying this stuff now.
After a moment, Usagi and Ranma exchanged a look. "Your friend's kinda kinky."
"I never knew," Usagi murmured.
"There's lots you don't know about me," Ami purred.
Usagi shook her head and let go of Ami's wrists, beginning to strip down. "Well, what're you waiting for?" she asked, laughing as Ranma watched her. "We want eye candy too!"
"Sure, sure," Ranma grinned, quickly pulling off his clothes and tossing them aside as Usagi finished undressing and went back to holding Ami captive. "Now, how to we want to take care of that?"
"There are a couple of loops in the back that would be perfect for securing my arms," Ami suggested. "And there are some extras in my bag…"
"Extras, huh?" Usagi asked, and Ranma left the room to go retrieve it. While he was doing that, the blonde took a moment to roll Ami over and tie up her arms, before rolling her back over. "Perfect! All wrapped up like a Christmas present! That we get to unwrap~." Reaching over, Usagi picked up the remote Ranma had tossed onto the futon near Ami's head. Seeing that it was on '2' out of a total of '10,' Usagi wagged the remote in front of Ami's face before bumping it up to the next setting.
"Ah~," Ami mewled, her hips twitching. "Usagi, I've either been edging or cumming my brains out all night. I'm really sensitive. Please be gentle?"
"Mm…" Usagi leaned over her friend, laying out on top of Ami, their breasts pressing together as the blonde brushed Ami's pink lips with her own and their breath mingled. Ami's heart pounded in her chest and she tried to lean up and kiss Usagi, only for Usagi to pull away and maintain that tiny distance between them. "No. You're a naughty girl, Ami. You should have told me you wanted to do something like this ages ago. Do you have any idea how disappointed I am that we could have been doing things like this this entire time and we didn't?"
"Didn't want to get between you and Mamoru," Ami admitted quietly. "He was too much of an idiot to figure out what the rest of us wanted and our fun together as a group was enough—mmf!"
Usagi silenced her friend with a kiss, their lips parting as their tongues rolled and slipped over each other. Usagi bumped the remote up another setting and Ami moaned into her mouth. Breaking the kiss, Usagi glared down at her—though they both knew there was no heat in it. "No excuses. You're going to take your punishment and like it."
"Okay."
"So. There was a blindfold and this," Ranma announced as he came back, waving a thick, blue floppy double-dildo.
Usagi's eyes lit up. "Gimme!"
The blonde bounced up and stole it from Ranma's hand, before dropping back down and rolling Ami onto her side. Lifting her right leg, Usagi exposed her wet slit for Ranma. "Let's make her watch!"
"Sounds good to me," Ranma nodded, dropping to his knees and making his way up the futon to the pair. Reaching out, he ran his hands over Ami's and Usagi's bodies, pressing ki into pressure points and getting them ready.
Ami's mouth opened in a moan and Usagi took the opportunity to shove the dildo in. "Mmf?!"
"Hehehehe~!" Usagi giggled, shaking her ass at Ranma. "Always wanted to try this!"
Ranma straddled Usagi's left leg, pulling the right one up a bit further, before sliding into her tight, hot cunt with a moan from the blonde. He paused when Usagi her his eyes with a grin, before opening her mouth and taking the other end of the dildo in. And then she grabbed Ami and pulled her closer as she began to bob her head on the toy. Ami got the idea quickly and began to do the same, her eyes shifting between Usagi on the other end of the toy and Ranma watching them.
"Whoa," the boy murmured as the pair slowly drew closer to each other. He began slowly stroking in and out of Usagi as he watched, easing into a steady, forceful rhythm that he could maintain all night as he let his hands run over both of their bodies, enjoying the feel of them as he rubbed and touched them, using ki to quickly get both girls worked up. His eyes were drawn to the way Usagi's tits bounced with every thrust, to Ami's own perky tits made more so by the ropes squeezing them.
Bending down, Ranma grabbed one of Ami's ropes, pulling her closer to himself and Usagi, and forcing her to go deeper on the toy. She gagged for just a moment before taking a deep breath and swallowing while, on the other end, Usagi did the same. Ranma brought his mouth down and inhaled one of Ami's hard nipples and the bluenette moaned around a mouthful of dildo as she writhed at the attention. Usagi tried to smile around the toy as she pulled herself closer and turned the dial further.
Ami's world shook in another orgasm, her blue eyes rolling up in her head as her shaking forced the dildo deeper in her mouth and throat. Usagi took complete advantage, swallowing more and more, pushing a bit further on Ami's end, until their lips met. Ami's eyes lazily rolled around and her own and her lips moved as much as they could against each other, their tongues sticking out under the toys and flicking over each other. And then Ami was treated to the sight of Usagi's own ahegao face as Ranma did something and the blonde let go, squeezing Ami tightly and pulling their mouths together completely, though that Usagi's tongue joined the toy in Ami's mouth.
Ranma groaned quietly as Usagi's cunt milked his cock, the blonde's pussy squirting around him as he pumped in and out of her. Watching the two slowly asphyxiate themselves, he grabbed Ami by the hair at the back of her head and pulled, separating the two forcefully. They choked and gasped, sucking down air, and Ranma was treated to the sight of Ami's pale skin flushing a beautiful red down to her tight, flat belly.
Grabbing Ami by her hips, he rolled her onto her back. Usagi, he maneuvered around until she was kneeling over Ami's face, then handed her the toy. Getting the idea, Usagi pressed the dildo into herself and descended on her friend. Ami opened her mouth and took it in, starting to swallow immediately as Usagi forced it into her throat and settled onto Ami's face, where she began to roll her hips back and forth.
Taking hold of Ami's legs in hand, Ranma folded them up against Usagi's chest in a 'V.' The blonde held onto them and Ranma picked Ami's hips up a bit, before pressing his thick cock against her nether lips. Ami had a neatly trimmed little dark blue bush and thin, pretty little inner and outer lips that Ranma wanted to taste—later. Right now, everyone wanted to skip right to the main course, which was fine with him.
With a swift movement of his hips, Ranma's cock—still coated in Usagi's own thick juices—split Ami open all the way to her core, as he bottomed out inside her, the head of his cock pressing into her cervix. Ami squealed against Usagi's pussy lips, her hips bucking and arms straining against the rope holding her in place. She felt something press into her then—filling her womb and rolling through her body, filling her with strength and excitement. She reacted instinctively, pushing back with her magic as Ranma's cock withdrew, before coming back and bringing more of that feeling with it—a wave slowly building between the two of them. Her body felt hot and cool at the same time, tingling all over in pleasure. Ranma's hands squeezed her hips, his thumbs digging into her and making her cunt squeeze around him that much harder in response.
Ami came and her mind went blank, all thoughts just gone as she felt herself completely lose control… and then Usagi was lifting off of her and she gasped in a breath of air to scream as Ranma just kept slowly fucking away at her, his thick cock constantly rubbing against her G-spot, that wave rolling back and forth between them setting her off again on the back of the first orgasm and her eyes rolling up in her head as her breath was stolen and she realized he'd done something to her with her pressure points and it wasn't going to stop— And then Usagi's sweet lips were muffling her voice, swallowing her wails as her blonde love's tongue delved into her mouth, one of her hands running through Ami's short hair and pulling hard enough to hurt just right while the other squeezed her right tit hard enough to hurt so good.
Ranma watched the pair of beautiful girls kiss, Usagi squeezing Ami's breasts—mauling them, really. His cock throbbed inside the bluenette as their mixed ki and magic rolled between them and he stopped holding back. With a groan, he buried himself inside Ami's tight cunt and let go, filling her up as she squealed into Usagi's mouth.
And then, Usagi was rearranging them, pushing Ami's head down on his cock, the girl opening her mouth and accepting the dick presented to her, as Usagi dove between Ami's thighs and began noisily slurping and licking at the girl's messy pussy, to Ami's visible delight. Ami met Ranma's eyes from where she was bobbing on his cock, before she began to swallow and took him into her throat. He just groaned and ran his fingers through her hair, stroking and petting her as he massaged the pressure points on her scalp.
I wonder how Ranma-chan is doing with Haruka… he mused with a grin down at the beautiful girl sucking away at him lovingly.
"…That's it?"
Haruka huffed quietly, blinking her eyes tiredly as she lay on the bed recovering. "What do you mean, 'that's it?'"
"I mean… you're done?"
"Give me like… an hour. And a nap," Haruka grunted.
"Mm nah. That's honestly kind of, well, pathetic." Haruka flinched. "Well, that's fine. I guess that just means I get to lead now!"
"Wha—no~! I, I can't anymore!"
"Psh. As if. Just lay back and take it~!"
"Noo~ ahn~!"
Haruka mewled, burying her face in the pillow as Ranma lifted her lower body, spread her legs, brought their pussies together, and began to grind and hump her wet cunt in some approximation of the Amazon position—completely dominating the spent blonde. The redhead's hands danced over her body and Haruka felt herself react involuntarily, shuddering and shivering as pleasure filled her the likes of which she'd never experienced before. It was… magical.
As her mind was blown away in the first of what looked to be a night worth of orgasms, she briefly flashed back to her mistake. She had been so utterly stupid in bringing the redhead home. It should have been obvious from the outset that Ranma was out of her league, but in her hubris, Haruka couldn't see it. Like Icarus, she had flown too close to the sun, and now she had caught fire…
Haruka watched Ranma out of the corner of her eye as she threw the Ferrari into another drift around yet another mountain curve as they ascended one of Haruka's favorite roads. The redhead didn't even look out the window—her blue eyed gaze was focused entirely on Haruka's hand and footwork. The redhead didn't bat an eye at the speed or the lateral g-forces, nor the traffic racing down the mountain and occasionally honking at them as they went by entirely too fast. She wasn't even wearing a seat belt. If Haruka didn't see her blink, breathe, and occasionally shift just a hair with the motion every now and then she would swear the other woman was asleep.
Finally, she pulled over and parked at a rest stop at the top of the mountain. "Well, what did you think?"
Ranma hummed, before grinning. "It was alright."
It was 'alright?' She looks cool as a cucumber. What does it take to impress you?! Haruka wanted to shout as she smiled back at the redhead. "Only 'alright?' That's it?"
"That's it," Ranma nodded, chuckling. Opening the car door, she got out and stretched a bit. Haruka followed, feeling the need for a bit of air herself. She had kind of pushed things right there at the end trying to get a reaction out of Ranma, but… nothing. The redhead must have had ice water running through her veins, because by now, every other date she'd taken up this road would have been white-knuckling the arm rest and/or 'oh shit' handle. At which point, Haruka would make her first move, by parking and then leaning over and holding her close, kissing her tenderly—which quickly turned into something a bit more desperate from the girl in question.
But not you. What makes you so special? It was driving her nuts! Haruka couldn't decide if she loved it or hated it.
Finishing her stretching, Ranma turned back to Haruka and the still running car, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "So, you're gonna let me drive her back to your place, right?"
"Mm, maybe. Have you ever handled a stick before?"
Ranma snorted. "Oh, I think I can figure it out," she said, and something in her tone told Haruka she was missing something there. "I kind of had you figured for an automatic sort of girl."
Haruka raised an eyebrow. She went out of her way to learn some automotive lingo? At least enough to make that awful pun? Dedicated enough to do research though. I can appreciate that.
"I've got no problem handling a stick, as long as it's attached to something hard, pumping, and steely—preferably with six or more cylinders. But you're right, I do enjoy an automatic…" She considered for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Let's see what you can do, red."
"You mean that, blondie?"
"Sure. Let's see what you've got."
Ranma smirked and they traded places. The redhead eased into the driver's seat and adjusted the seat forward until she was comfortable as Haruka slid in beside her. Looking over, Ranma warned, "You might want to buckle up for this."
Haruka considered her for a moment before shrugging and clicking her belt into place, just in case. As soon as Haruka was strapped in, Ranma dropped the car into gear, squealing tires as she worked the hand brake, wheel, clutch, and gas at the same time. Haruka's eyes went wide as Ranma whipped them around to face down the mountain and accelerated up from a dead stop to insane, unsafe speed.
And yet, as Haruka watched and listened, Ranma never once slipped a gear. Never once over-revved. She stopped using the clutch entirely and float-shifted up through the gears. Her eyes stayed focused on the road and, as far as Haruka could tell, she was doing it all by feel. Ranma drove like she'd been born to it.
"Too fast, we're going too fast! Ranma, slow down~!"
"It's fine, relax," Ranma waved her off as they approached the first curve.
The redhead didn't touch the hand brake, didn't tap the foot brake, she just let off the gas and steered into it, sliding the car into such a natural drift that the tires didn't even slip. It was…
Impossible, Haruka thought as Ranma slid them into the next turn, and the next, and all the while Haruka barely felt any lateral g's. Full speed, down a mountain, through every turn smooth as ice… and Ranma never so much as batted an eye. Didn't look like she was really exerting herself at all, instead of pulling a stunt that had Haruka's heart in her throat, nearly pissing herself in fear, and simultaneously wetter than she'd ever been in her entire life.
Oh my god, is this how girls feel when I do this shit to them? Haruka had a brief moment of self-reflection, before it was dashed by Ranma asking her a question.
"So, I'll make you a deal. I'll let you do whatever you like to me when we get back to your place. Whatever sexy, kinky thing you can think of, we'll do. But when you run down, when you're too tired to keep going and I'm just getting started… I'm going to ride you into the floor. I hope you're not renting, because if you've got neighbors, you're going to get evicted. And when you can't take any more, when you beg me to stop, I'll lean down and whisper 'No.' Understand?"
Haruka gulped, clenching the arms of the seat. Steeling her nerves, she turned a challenging look on the redhead. I'm the dominant one, not you! Me! I'm in control!
"You talk a big game, but how about you put your money where your mouth is? Let's hope your mouth isn't writing checks your ass can't cash."
"Hehehe~. Alrighty then."
Haruka was brought back to the present as Ranma's fingers inside her hit her g-spot just right and she squirted like a fountain—the stream of viscous liquid arching beautifully in the air, before coming back down and painting her face in her own mess. She had just a moment of clarity for a thought to penetrate through the fog of her mind, before Ranma blew it all away again.
She fucks like a total psychopath. This is the hottest thing I've ever seen. I, I can't go back to normal women now. Even Michiru… I'm sorry Michiru, but you've never done this for me, never made me feel like this! I don't even care if I'm not in control! She can have control for all I care! Just push me down and give me—
"HNG~! MORE~!"
"Heh. Alright. But only if you introduce me to your cute friend. The one with the blue hair you were with that one time. Don't get me wrong, you're sexy, but she's got that innocent look that you just don't pull off. You're more of a sexy tomboy with a nice set of tits."
"Michiru?! Okay! I'll introduce you! You can have her! Just keep doing that!" Haruka sold out her former lover and friend. She might have felt bad about it… but the only thing she could feel at the moment was mind-blowing pleasure.