Nabiki finds a tiny Ranma
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
gunner19
The door slid open and in walked the middle Tendo sister, Nabiki. The responsibility of waking Ranma up had fallen to her because Akane had spent the night at a friend's house and Kasumi was busy making breakfast. Looking around, all she saw was an empty bed where the Saotome boy was supposed to be sleeping. This was odd, because, without anyone to wake him, Ranma tended to sleep in late.
The lack of Ranma in his bed was enough to peak Nabiki's curiosity. Walking over to the bedding, Nabiki kneeled down to examine it more closely for signs of a fight. After all, if she can make some cash through taking bets, then she wasn't going to miss the opportunity.
At first, the brown haired girl found nothing, quietly sifting through the disheveled futon for any clues as to what might have happened, a note, a clue, anything really. She was about ready to give up when she saw something small moving out of the corner of her eye. She moved quickly, throwing the sheets to the side, and quickly snatched the little moving thing up in her hand.
Lifting the trapped thing up to her face, Nabiki opened her hand and saw in more detail what it was she held. She almost dropped him when she saw what it was. In her hand was a little Ranma Saotome. The part of Nabiki’s mind that was in charge of logic and reason, as open to weirdness as it was, practically shut down at this sight. She could only stare in disbelief before she collected herself and put up her Ice Queen persona.
“So, how did you get into this mess, Saotome?” she asked in a cool voice. Her eyes had lost their glassy look of shock and had gained a mischievous glint. Ranma was sitting up on his elbows in the palm of her hand, and she was beginning to feel a little giddy with all the possibilities of this new occurrence.
“I don’t know! I think Ryoga hit me with some kind of shrink dust!” Ranma shouted in response. His hands clutched at the sides of his head in frustration while he kept thinking about what happened over and over again.
“Well, whatever happened, it’s going to cost you a lot for me to help you with this.”
Ranma glared at the girl. How dare she demand payment from him while he was in a life threatening predicament. Then again, this was Nabiki, and she would try to make money off him whenever she could.
The middle Tendo daughter began to idly stroke Ranma’s body with her finger as she began to contemplate over the kinds of ways she could make money off him now. Ranma squirmed under her touch; his total lack of control was beginning to wear down his self-esteem. Nabiki was poking him roughly, ruffling his hair, and stroking his stomach until she finally came to a decision.
“I could auction you off to your energetic girlfriends and they could use you as they please, or I could keep you as my little servant until I feel you’ve paid for my help.”
The lack of Ranma in his bed was enough to peak Nabiki's curiosity. Walking over to the bedding, Nabiki kneeled down to examine it more closely for signs of a fight. After all, if she can make some cash through taking bets, then she wasn't going to miss the opportunity.
At first, the brown haired girl found nothing, quietly sifting through the disheveled futon for any clues as to what might have happened, a note, a clue, anything really. She was about ready to give up when she saw something small moving out of the corner of her eye. She moved quickly, throwing the sheets to the side, and quickly snatched the little moving thing up in her hand.
Lifting the trapped thing up to her face, Nabiki opened her hand and saw in more detail what it was she held. She almost dropped him when she saw what it was. In her hand was a little Ranma Saotome. The part of Nabiki’s mind that was in charge of logic and reason, as open to weirdness as it was, practically shut down at this sight. She could only stare in disbelief before she collected herself and put up her Ice Queen persona.
“So, how did you get into this mess, Saotome?” she asked in a cool voice. Her eyes had lost their glassy look of shock and had gained a mischievous glint. Ranma was sitting up on his elbows in the palm of her hand, and she was beginning to feel a little giddy with all the possibilities of this new occurrence.
“I don’t know! I think Ryoga hit me with some kind of shrink dust!” Ranma shouted in response. His hands clutched at the sides of his head in frustration while he kept thinking about what happened over and over again.
“Well, whatever happened, it’s going to cost you a lot for me to help you with this.”
Ranma glared at the girl. How dare she demand payment from him while he was in a life threatening predicament. Then again, this was Nabiki, and she would try to make money off him whenever she could.
The middle Tendo daughter began to idly stroke Ranma’s body with her finger as she began to contemplate over the kinds of ways she could make money off him now. Ranma squirmed under her touch; his total lack of control was beginning to wear down his self-esteem. Nabiki was poking him roughly, ruffling his hair, and stroking his stomach until she finally came to a decision.
“I could auction you off to your energetic girlfriends and they could use you as they please, or I could keep you as my little servant until I feel you’ve paid for my help.”
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