Chapters tagged anime

by MoteDog

Chapter 28

You look into those big, beautiful, blue eyes and do not see cuteness. You see aggression. Male aggression? Even if it isn’t, you know the martial artist. Ranma’s first lessons were how to take a fall, roll with the punches, let the opponent make the first move, get to know the o...

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Chapter 29

You sigh in relief. But your prick stirs from a sense of danger. You are still playing with a keg of nitro. Your version of Ranma will always rather be a guy, just like a real-life involuntarily transgendered. Being a girl is only made easier for her because of her female brain....

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Chapter 30

You wonder if you dare to French her while she’s thinking of food; you know Ranma’s appetite and the conditioning the food-thief Genma gave his student: Eat first, taste later! But it’s Ranma’s tongue that enters your mouth. To lick it she was claiming your ‘ice cream’ for her o...

by MoteDog

Chapter 31

So! Ranma’s warriors' dedication to masculinity is being worn down. That’s what comes from being physically horny for so long: It’s breaking down the mental barriers to her feminine brain. Your tongue extends past her teeth and stirs the pussyjuice and spit you are sharing with...

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Chapter 32

“Question: Do you want it rough or gentle?” You see the conflict on her cute face as Ranma struggles to find an answer. You use that time to take your arm from her hands. “As a martial artist, you’re used to “rough”: doing things and being treated roughly. You’re more comfortab...

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Chapter 33

You handle Ranma, sinking your fingers into her firm young and aroused tits. She forces herself to react. It goes against her martial arts training and conditioning. It makes no sense to let your opponent know how hurt you are. For the pigtailed girl to let down her guard should...

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Chapter 34

You bend to take your mouth to her boobs. For many minutes, now, they have shown all the signs of being tits: flushed and tight with blood, their areolas puffy, the nipples on them hard. You could think they are aroused and wanting to be used if you didn’t know they are only that...

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Chapter 35

Ranma’s next moan is more tentative, more tinged with pleasure. But it slides towards an alto groan of protest. Which breaks into a soprano squeal of defense. The snarl that follows has a masculine quality to it. She whines. Her voice lowers and mutters about being too much like...

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Chapter 36

You feel your swallow. This becoming less of a game and more like real life. You are the chess master, but your roboslut’s positronic brain has gone beyond your surface understanding of Ranma into the hidden depths of your own interpretation of the character. Either that or this...

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Chapter 37

You review your understanding of Ranma. It had better be right, or you’re in for a violent reaction. Luckily, she is giving you the time by doing her own review. You can see by the emotions on her face and how she wants to, but doesn’t, touch her naked body (especially her boobs...

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Chapter 38

You stiffen, especially your prick. If touched, you would have a full hard-on. You need a certain amount of risk to get re-excited. But only a certain amount. You stretch out and use the dining room table to pull yourself up onto a chair. Your prick>cock is at Ranma’s eye-level;...

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Chapter 39

"How much s it really?" You smile to yourself; this is where you get to be a hard-core fan. This is my roboslut and the starting point for her behaviors before her interpretations take over is supposed to be my OWN interpretations and opinions of the Ranma mythos - not what other...

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Chapter 40

You return from the store. You’re about to let the door slam, but think not to. Carrying the bag, you unbutton your shirt with one hand. You had given yourself a quick sponge bath before you left, but it would be feel good to have a full shower. It would feel especially good if R...

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Chapter 41

Looking on the wonderfully built, redheaded cutie who is feeling her 4’ 11’’ next to your male 5’11’’, you unbuckle. The pants are already dropped before you realize you could have had her take them off. It wouldn’t have been like before because now she was more Ranko than Ranma;...

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Chapter 42

You reach under the shirt and retake her butt, both cheeks this time, and draw her back to your covered prick. (Just the feel of her womanliness is nearly enough to make it a cock.) “We’ll work, that is, train around it.” You must use words Saotome has been conditioned to respond...

by MoteDog

Chapter 43

Your roboslut has made you feel what it would be like for Ranma to be Ranko, the all-girl version of himself. Her positronic brain is pressing YOUR buttons. It seems that’s what she meant to do. Her programming is going beyond your specifications to bring out implications you hav...

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Chapter 44

Your lips meet. Her lips say, “But Ranma - “ In one movement, your hands descend to hers and you drag the martial artist out of the bedroom. “This has been going on for too long!” Your prick is pumping testosterone into you. You’re certain her estrogen level is also on the rise....

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Chapter 45

The totally naked Ranko, a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter than you, comes up to you and - rips your belt! Not off: In half!! “Ranko!!” “What?!” she demands to know what your problem is as she tears your pants and briefs all the way to your crotch. As they fall, your e...

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Chapter 46

You find yourself standing there, looking at yourself in two mirrors and the arched down back of the girl sucking your dick in. You are more naked than she is! You desperately want to get rid of that exclamation mark! “Ranko(!)” you try to keep your voice normal, “there are bette...

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Chapter 47

Ranko’s womanly butt took an interesting shape as she scoots herself from the countertop. Her bare feet landed so lightly you sense no changes. Except even more of her silky, womanly body heat. Closest to you are her boobs. You can see by the way their dangling jiggles are firmin...