[Episode 236644] [Episode 236644]
As he was being lead about, Ranma frowned a bit, a realization coming to him. “Um, Tswana?”
“Yes, my Lord?” the High Priestess asked as she held him up by his left arm while Scyde held him aloft by his right.
“Um... are you two going to let me down so I can walk on my own?” he asked curiously. “And maybe we can slow down so I can actually SEE some of this castle?”
“All in due time, my lord and savior,” Tswana was quick to reply. Internally, she was cursing herself for giving him those shoes. They might have been perfect and created the right ambiance... but the music was like a Pied Piper of Catgirls! Werecat servants had been following and growing in mass numbers! She had to get him away from those sex-staved pussies loyal servants before the tour was cut short!!
And the spells that kept those juicy goldfish alive within them, always moving around, yet enough silver in the glass to keep from getting that delectable Goldfish goodness...
Oh, why did she choose to torture herself so? Why did she not immediately bust them open with the Royal Pimp Cane when she had the chance?
Why was the Lord not touching the ground when he was higher than—Oh, right; got him lifted enough to actually have his bare hands between my breasts. Oh well, no harm, no—
“Watch the light sphere, my Lord,” Scyde stated once again, as Ranma twisted his head to avoid the two women running him head-first into it.
But he had to admit, at least there were no dust bunnies on them.
Frowning, Tswana allowed herself to admit, “This isn’t good, my lord...”
“It isn’t?” Ranma asked curiously. “So, this means you’ll let me down and walk under my own power?”
“Of course not!” she shouted. She blushed and continued, in a calmer voice, “At least, not until we get those shoes off of you...”
Tilting his head—both in curiousness and to avoid hitting another light fixture—the lord of the lycans asked, “Then why did you have me put them on in the first place?”
“Lapse in judgment,” the High Priestess admitted. She wasn’t in her right mind at the time, what with her brain still having been addled with a rather large amount of hormones from the very superb fucking he gave her... and there may have been some cake involved...
No; that wasn’t right. The cake was a lie. She was just wanting to show off the new Lord/God-King/Stud of the Castle.
“High Priestess,” Scyde spoke up, the orange-furred weretigress frowning. “If we’re to get these off of him, then we’ll need to find a place where we can have privacy to undress him... I mean, undress his feet.”
“Undress his feet?” Tswana asked with a raised eyebrow.
“...Yes... with our breasts?” the Captain of the Guard finished lamely.
The High Priestess glared at the Captain of the Guard, but had to admit... it was a good idea except...
“One problem, Captain...” Tswana said in annoyance.
“Oh, and what might that be?” the weretigress huffed, making her breasts strain against her leather armor.
“That,” the female werecheetah started. “Is just WHERE in this castle, will we have a place devoid of werecats?” Her eyes then narrowed. “And may I also remind you, Captain, the former Lord had silver mixed in with the glass for those shoes?”
“...Well then how’d you get them on him?" Scyde asked in all curiousness. After all, curiosity only harmed male cats. Female ones were the tool used to kill those foolish cats.
“I think I can tie my shoes myself,” Ranma stated.
Well, he might be able to. He always wore slippers... and he wasn’t sure if his father would have ever taught him that...
Wait! Of course! A monk did teach him to tie his shoes! The monk had orange skin, a red nose, black hair...
No, wait: that was the TV. Stupid adults! Never teachin’ him nothin’ without putting him in front of the television!
Tswana gasped. “Of course! The Lord and Savior, being the truly God-like entity he is, is free from the curse of silver’s touch!”
“...Okay...” Scyde said slowly. “So we’ll have him take them off, crack open the soles, and let us feast on the lovely gold fish within.”
“Excuse me!?” Ranma gasped out, horrified at such cruelty to goldfish. What would Monk Elmo think after showing and teaching him the love of owning goldfish?
Wait; were they real? Yes; they had to be! He remembered how the Hymns of Monk Barney had always hurt the Old Man! They had to be real!
“Fear not, sire!” Tswana stated. “Long have they been held in those shoes, forced to endure the amusement of the former Lord. We merely seek to set them free!”
“...We do? I mean, we do!” Scyde responded to the angry glare of the priestess.
Ranma nodded. But he did wish to save those fish. True; he’d never had a pet before, but he took way better care of P-Chan than Akane ever did.
Well, he didn’t feed him the tomboy’s food... on purpose... with a choice from Kasumi. That had to count for something!
“Still...” the Captain of the Guard grumbled. “Where can we go to hide the master? Where in this place do we have an area that barely has any of the werecat guards or servants?”
“Yes,” Tswana agreed. “And not only would there be no-one there, but is someplace we’d not worry about being interrupted as the others would avoid it like the plague?”
Suddenly, inspiration clicked and both Tswana and Scyde spoke out in true sync. “THE LIBRARY!”
Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. Li-bra-ry? He could have sworn he had heard that word before...
“You don’t think the Librarian will be there, do you?” asked the High Priestess.
Scyde shrugged at the other werecat. “I figure you would no better than I. Why would the Captain of the Guard need books?”
The werecheetah’s eyes narrowed with annoyance. “Oh yeah, like the former Lord would let me see his books... he’d be afraid I’d go gonzo like that wererat bitch!”
Gonzo, he swore he knew that guy. What was he doing? Monk? Priest?
No, wait; something to do with chickens...
As Ranma was deep in thought about the Kabuki and Noh Theater Plays that were held but the “Muppet Order” of High Priest Henson, it took him a few moments to realize someone was talking to him. “Huh? Wuzzat?”
“I asked,” Tswana started again. “May we have your permission to enter your Library?”
“Sure!” Ranma chirped. He heard libraries had a good bit of information—none of which was martial arts-related and thus why he never searched for Furinkan’s. But maybe they had info on what he was thinking of.
That and maybe he could look up the Patron Saint of Swedish Chef; perhaps they could help with Akane’s cooking!
Both werecats seemed relieved: with his permission, any security measures wouldn’t activate against them. “Thank you, lord and God-King!” Tswana said slowly. She took a deep breath, “Off to the Library!”
The werecheetah took a step... only to feel a tug as Scyde stood there. “...Well?”
Blushing, the weretigress could only mumble, “I have no clue where the Library is...”
Tswana opened her mouth to respond... only to close it loud enough to shake Ranma out of his thoughts. She too had no idea where it was. Much like the lab the God-King had found, even she knew not where it was.
“My Lord,” she stated, lowering the God-King to the floor—the fact his hand was now at the same level of her crotch was incidental... for now. “Perhaps the knowledge you have gleamed from the previous lord, Iceron, includes where the library is?”
Shrugging, Ranma decided to fall back on the one bit of knowledge that had never failed him.
“You know where the library is?” he asked a nearby suit of armor, causing the two catgirls—and a few fairies sealed in the lights to generate such—to face-fault.
Even more so when the closest suit of armor lifted its right arm with a loud screeching sound of metal rubbing metal, the fist closing to make a finger point. The visor then started to flap up and down to the sound of... something... talking... Down the hall, third door on the right to the stairwell, go up two more floors and exit the door there and take a right. It should then be the fourth door on the left.
Smiling, Ranma nodded his head. “Thank you!”
“...High Priestess, when we have the next Sermon of Saotome, may we please partake in the sacramental hooka?” Scyde begged. “This might not help things make more sense but then we’d at least have something to blame it on.”
“...Just remember, this is proof of his power, say no more. Now let’s go before the damned walls start talking,” the female werecheetah replied, dragging their God-King once again.
They never noticed the sad face appearing on the wall. “Hey, we have ears, you know,” it replied, before sinking back into the surface again.
Tswana smiled as she looked about, staring with wide-eyes at the place, so many shelves placed within the walls and filled with all kinds of books and scrolls. “My Lord, this is the main library.”
“Wow,” Ranma murmured, looking about. So... this is what a library looked like. He had heard one existed at some point within Furinkan, but last he heard, the principal had replaced it with a Banana Republic, a Hawaiian Shirt store, a McDonald’s, and a Starbucks. And he only knew that because one of Nabiki’s jobs was for him to go pay her tab at that place; the managers were so damned grabby...
And that was just his male form at the Starbucks; damn manager couldn't take ‘no’ for an answer, and even fired Ranma when he showed up as female. Worse, he couldn’t even hit the guy, because that would be a hate crime to hit a gay guy or something!
He was taken out of his thoughts of most-hated jobs back in Nerima by a new female voice. “Excuse me, but please be quieter. This is a library you—MY GOD-KING!”
Ranma turned his head, catching sight of a black-striped, white-furred woman with purple hair, bowing before him. “Uh... sorry?” he replied, sounding unsure.
The female werecat looked up. “Oh no, please forgive me, my lord and savior!” she stood, showing off an outfit that seemed rather modern to Ranma... a blazer, button shirt with frilly collar, skirt, stockings held up by garters, and high-heeled shoes. “I am Stella, Siberian Weretigress and Head Librarian...” she blushed. “Although I might as well just be ‘Librarian’ as I have no staff and barely any patrons here... I’m lucky to see a single person once every two weeks.”
“Well, the former Lord was a bit of a paranoid bastard,” Tswana replied.
Scyde snorted. Damn wererats... she couldn’t even read “Better Homes and Caves” anymore because the former Iceron feared it might give them ideas. Like how to slowly train him to last as long as he thought he did, she thought irritably.
“Wow,” Ranma muttered. He didn’t know how the woman stayed sane... or even why she had a job. Was the former guy that lazy he didn’t even want to do his own work? “So, umm..." the martial artist werecheetah said slowly. “Uh, Stella, was it?”
The white-furred weretigress smiled brightly. “Yes, My Lord and God-King?” she felt so ecstatic! He remembered her name!
“You... you can stand up now,” he told her, motioning her to get up from off the floor. “I ain’t deserving of any such praise...”
“Oh, but you are, my Lord and Savior,” she replied, near fanaticism in her eyes. “Our former Lord was a lazy bum, a sexual deviant, a plague upon all were-kind that deserved what the wererats did to him—and if rumor is true about several platters of food he consumed—what the were-hounds did as well! But you!” she cried, making Ranma take several steps back and consider that yes, her sanity was probably gone or close to it. “You! You have freed us, shown us compassion, helped us mend our ways and set about a new Renaissance for all were-kind!”
“I have?”
“He has?”
She nodded her head. “Yes!” she then rowled as she tackled her new lord, literally knocking his socks—and shoes—off. “I am yours forever, oh most loving and deserving God-King!”
“...Should we do something to stop this?” Scyde asked curiously.
Eyeing the shoes with a greedy gleam, the High Priestess calmly replied, “In a bit... but first, help me find a book large enough to crack those soles open, a real ‘Spine Breaker’.”
Scyde just eyed the High Priestess oddly before sighing. “I need to associate with less weirdoes...” granted, not that she herself was much better, but she did consider herself a cut above the rest...
Yelping, the male werecheetah squirmed beneath the white-furred weretigress, her purple hair flaying freely as she took off her glasses. “Um, Stella?” Ranma questioned as her fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. “Isn’t this a little... forward?”
The woman blinked her eyes once, twice. “Is it? Well, it’s been ages, and... you are handsome! Or... would you rather not ravish me...or I you?” she asked, leaning back to stare down at him, daring him to say ‘no’.
Ranma could feel sweat start to trickle down his brow. “I... uh... well, if it’s been ages since you had company... I guess it’s okay tha—”
“Wonderful!” she proclaimed excitedly, missing the last but as she pressed her lips to his again.
“MMMMPMMMMPH!?” was the werecheetah lord’s confused muffled cry as he felt his tongue being sucked down her throat.
“Wow... she been lonely...”
“Scyde, sole-cracking, help... now!” Tswana said firmly as she carefully got the silver-glass platform shoes up onto the table.
Breaking the kiss, Ranma panted for breath, his own mind starting to ease the body into the situation thanks to a much-needed surge of hormones. Already, ‘little’ Ranma was coming to life, agreeing to this situation very much.
“Ooooh... does the God-King love his Librarian and Private Mage?” the Siberian Weretigress cooed as she unbuttoned her blazer, tossing the black jacket off.
“W-we just met... but you’re likable, that’s for sure,” Ranma stammered. The word ‘love’ still held some taboo and guaranteed freak-outs for him... but he could admit to liking someone.
The Siberian Weretigress grinned. “Hmmm? How likable?” she purred as she slipped her right hand back to her torso, removing her pressed shirt, and then her bra.
As her breasts bounced freely, the lord of the lycans nodded his head rapidly. “A lot and climbing...” he admitted, his pupils following the movement of her mammaries.
“Mmm... ooh?” she purred as she purposely pressed her lower body against his, grinding. “It seems your ‘sword’ has awakened, my lord.”
The male werecheetah chuckled nervously. “Eheheheh... um... mind of its own?” he offered pathetically.
A mischievous twinkle glittered in Stella’s eyes. “May I see it for myself?”
Normally such things would get the pigtailed male killed... but he was NOWHERE near “home” so he figured, why not? “Uh... knock yourself out?” he pathetically offered.
“THANK YOU!” the Librarian cried happily. She leaned over, kissing him as she lay on top of her lord and god before sliding down his body, kissing along his torso as she opened his shirt completely. She then was down enough so her face was to his crotch; nimble fingers carefully unbuckling the belt before sliding the leather strap open, making it far easier to open his pants.
Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. He felt his member come free, a small chill going up his back from the contact such sensitive skin made with the air, but... nothing happened. “Um... Stella?” he asked nervously, looking down at her. “Are you all right?”
“Oh my... oh my, oh my, oh my! You certainly are blessed, my God-King,” Stella replied as she stared in admiration of his maleness. After a moment, she finally gripped his pride and pumped it!
“Oh yeah, he’s got the packing,” Tswana mumbled, watching the Librarian going at their ruler like a dire wolf to sweet meats.
“And the stamina,” Scyde added.
Raising her head, Stella eyed the two with barely-contained excitement “Really?”
Nodding her head, the female werecheetah replied, “Really.”
Ranma just sweat-dropped at what went on around him. Once again, it seemed he was ignored for the cock... then again, that so far had yet to prove to be a bad thing.
Stella’s eyes returned to the prize as she nuzzled it. Slowly, she turned her head again, her eyes locking onto Ranma’s. “Do you want to frolic with me, my God-King?”
A sweat-drop rolling down the side of his head, the werecheetah chuckled nervously. “At this point, I’d say yes because if I didn’t, I’d be gone.” Ranma offered a smile.
And besides, like any warm-blooded male would turn down some pussy!
The Siberian Weretigress cooed in delight at his answer. “Oh, thank you God-King. I’ve been so lonely staying here by myself...” she was already untying her skirt. “Your presence makes everything better!”
He blinked his eyes as the white-furred weretigress began licking along his member as if he were a lollipop. He reared his head back and MOANED. By the Kami, these werecats had such wonderfully rough tongues!
His hands move behind her head, rubbing her ears—as he learned a sweet spot for werecats. Her purring seemed to double as did her licking on his member, coating it with her saliva thoroughly before she took the head into her mouth. “Mmm... niiice... take all you want, you poor thing.”
Stella purred at the compliments, slowly sucking the head of the mighty shaft with loving adoration... oh yes, it had been some time... and damned, if she wasn’t going to get some! So, closing her eyes, the Siberian Weretigress concentrated as she got a taste of her God-King’s flavor. The female werecat purred in delight at the wonderful sensations... the action of course, vibrating her master’s member.
“Ah! AH! Shh-shit!” Ranma cursed, bringing his hands down further to scratch at the back of her neck. “Oh, oh damn... you are SO good at this!” he praised.
Such praise only served to fuel Stella’s desire to please her God-King; she took more of him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down his shaft, tasting and slurping her tongue over the engorged length. Her hands moved between his legs, gripping the male werecheetah’s furry ballsack and squeezing them wantonly.
“Wow... and I thought we were bad when we took our shots,” Scyde mused in amusement as she looked towards the female werecheetah. “Especially you...”
“I was not that bad!” Tswana snapped in anger.
Uh-huh Miss “I-got-extra-helpings”...” damn, the weretigress wished she could get some of the God-King’s Morning Milkshake...
The High Priestess blushed. “Being second-in-command to the God-King has its privileges...” she then brought a copy of ‘The Great Trollvic Tragedy’ down upon one of the heels, trying to make it crack open. Soon. Very soon, the tasty goldfish would be freed!
“Uh-huh, like hogging the cock.....” the Captain of the Guard trailed off before realizing what was at hand. “And you’re going to share when you break the shoes, right?” she said warningly.
“There are two shoes...” the female werecheetah stated firmly. “Both have goldfish. Now help me free these sweet-meats so we can fill our bellies.”
“Ah, AH! Oh, oh fuck! FUCK!” Ranma gasped out as the purple-haired head continued to bob up and down on his own ‘sweet-meat’. “Damn, s-so good! So good!”
Hearing Ranma’s pleased cries, Stella took him all the way to the base, wrapping her tongue around his shaft as she bobbed faster. The Librarian could feel his cock trembling, closer and closer to giving her the tasty cream she wanted to orally ingest before her sire would fill her wanton pussy with it!
“Ngh! Oh, oh fuck... you really want it, huh?” the lord of the lycans asked as Stella mercilessly bobbed her head on his member. “Well—oh fuck—then I won’t hold buh-back! Ahaaaaaaaa!” his toes curling, Ranma leaned his head back and groaned, not putting up his, (still learning) resistance to orgasming and just letting go, allowing the sensation to finish building and releasing his load into her wanton mouth.
Closing her eyes, Stella's nose flared as she took in a deep inhalation of her lord and god’s pheromones as he came. His semen, as it splattered against her tongue... she couldn’t describe it. The texture, the taste, even the temperature... everything was perfect!
Lips closed around the God-King’s dick, Stella's tail swayed back and forth behind her as she suckled it like a bottle.
“Ooooooh... damn.. .you girls just love that stuff...” Ranma gasped out in shock, his body still trembling. And I thought Tswana and Scyde were guzzle-happy...
Looking over a rather ungodly-thick book, the Captain of the Guard looked towards the female werecheetah . “You know, if you want thickness... go for the freaking Ye Olden Communication Crystal Book: Third Edition!” After all the Third Edition was chock-full with oodles of pages of information! Good for finding whatever a Mage could need, or simply bludgeoning thick objects or skulls of underlings!
Panting quickly for breath, Ranma couldn’t take it anymore. His hands holding the sides of the Librarian’s face, he lifted Stella’s head, causing the last few spurts of orgasm to splatter all over the mewling woman’s features.
Which was something the very needy werecat was more than happy to suck down. “Mmmm... oh wow... you really had a lot pent up,” she said after swallowing what she had left in her mouth after the initial orgasmic explosion.
“Suh-seems to be a benefit of mine,” Ranma admitted, while panting. Soon, a smile crossed the lord of the lycans’ face. “My turn!” he declared,rolling them over and pinning her beneath him. He slide down her body, cupping her right breasts with his left hand, while the other pulls her panties aside to gaze at her sex. “Lovely...”
The Siberian Weretigress blushed as she lay back, her skirt bunched up around her waist allowing the God-King to see her in her naughty lingerie of stockings, garters connected via straps to the garter-belt and her panties he’d pulled aside. “You... you really think so?” she asked, unused to such praise.
Smirking, Ranma’s fingers started to gently rub her labial folds. “Know so...” he said as he leaned in, kissing her neck This was the first woman he was genuinely realizing what he was doing and he wanted to enjoy himself!
Eyes on the situation going on before her, the weretigress whistled appreciatively. “Look at him go...” she whispered, wondering when she’d get her turn again.
“Yes, yes now hammer that shoe!” Tswana commanded of the Captain of the Guard. Those tasty koi treats weren’t going to eat themselves!
Heeding the words of the High High priestess, Scyde hefted the rather thick book. “Urgh... little help? Holding this big ass thing over my head is difficult!”
Ignoring the two women under his direct command, Ranma continued to nip along the woman’s neck, flicks his left thumb over Stella’s right nipple, as the digits of his right hand felt along her labia folds as he explored her thoroughly. “You tremble so cutely... he praised his secret library’s keeper, continuing to play with her body in ways only a trained martial artist could. “I think someone deserves a raise for all their hard work.”
Panting deeply and causing her breasts to rise and fall, the striped werecat’s hand gently gripped at the werecheetah’s erection. “Y-you are it, my lord and master... you are!”
Surprised by the woman’s forwardness, Ranma chuckled slightly. “Maybe so, but I’m not going to lord it over you...” he smiled and nuzzled her cheek. “Go on, tell me what you’d like me to do to you.”
She blushed. “I... I want you in my pussy, my lord...” Stella whimpered. “Want to be bent over one of the tables and have you ride me from behind!” she whimpered a bit louder if she looked up at him, worry and desire in her eyes. “Please?”
Smiling, Ranma told her, “I think we can do that.” Gently picking her up, he pulled the woman’s skirt down her legs, leaving her in only her stocking and panties. Standing her up before a table, he then bent her over it, pressing her breasts against the polished wood surface before his right hand came down, smacking her striped ass-cheek with a thunderous slap. “And you’re wearing a thong too! Such a naughty kitty!”
“Ooooh!” the Siberian Weretigress moaned as her God-King smacked her rear. “Oh yes, yes... I’m so naughty! I’m such a naughty kitty! Naughty for my master!” she squealed in delight as his hand struck her posterior again.
“Well, ‘master’ is going to give you a reward for being naughty and so diligent,” the male werecheetah said as he rubbed his member up and down along her slit, getting her juices all over the head of his cock. “And now... your reward... nghh!” Holding onto her hips, Ranma pushed his length within her, feeling the female werecat’s velvety-soft muscles initially tighten around him but then loosen and give way, allowing him to fully envelope himself within her. “Ooooooh yeeeeaaaaah!” he moaned happily. “So nice and hot!”
Feeling her God-King bury himself in to the hilt within her, Stella’s eyes rolled back and her purring became louder than ever before. “Oh... oh, yessss... so long... t-too looong...” she mewled in absolute pleasure.
Looking over the white-furred weretigress’ backside, Ranma grinned. “Well, we’re going to fix that!” Giving her ass another playful smack, Ranma pulled back, and then pushed his member right back in, not skipping a beat and going straight for a fuck-me-right-rhythm. “We’re...” the werecheetah grunted as he bucked his hips. “We’re going to give you more freedom for one thing,” he promised her as he continued to fuck her tight and moist cunny, his hips slamming against her sexy, bubblicious striped ass. “You’ll be... be able to leave and explore the castle as much as you want!” he promise, before groaning as both hands gripped onto her ass-cheeks and he buried himself within her for a moment, grinding about and getting a good feel for her inner-muscles.
“Ahh! Ah-ooh-fuuuuuuck!” Stella cried out as her lord and master continued to mercilessly pound her pussy. It took a few moments, but the promises he made started to penetrate through her skull. “I, I can!?”
Off to the side, the female werecheetah chuckled. “Oh yes, he’s MUCH more accommodating than our last master...” Tsawana commented as she help Scyde steady the Ye Olden Communication Crystal Book: Third Edition. “Now... bring that sucker down!”
*SMASH*!!
Again, ignoring the antics of the other two, Ranma focused on one task: fucking the shit out of his librarian! “Mmm! Puurrrr... such a nice cunny... going fuck and fill it up nicely!”
“Puuurrrrrr! Do it! I’d love that! I’d love that so much!” the Librarian mewled happily. Her new lord and God-King really was such a caring and accommodating person. Unlike the last one who was a ‘suck me off’ sort and then go flaccid in fifteen seconds!
Oh well... at least that had been only fifteen seconds of pure hell.
Thank the God-King that the current ruler was MUCH more adept at pleasing a woman! “Ah! AH! Oh, oh yes! YES! God-King! S-so good to me!” Stella cried out in passion as his cheetah cock continued to piston back and forth in her wanton pussy, making obscene sloshing noises with each firm plunge he took into her.
Noises which were music to Ranma’s ears. His own purring soon joined hers in chorus as he squeezed and massaged her jiggly ass while he would piston away inside her clutching pussy. “Ooooh! Oh yeeeessssssss...” he hissed in pleasure. “You feel fucking niiiice...”
“G-glad you like!” the white-furred weretigress moaned back. “Mmm... ooh, oh I’m close!” Stella’s head leaned back and up towards Ranma as she released a loud and lengthy moan. “Oh God-King... I haven’t... so long... I can’t...” she whimpered, as a warm almost buzzing sensation started building up powerfully in her abdomen at an increasing rate.
“D-don’t hold back...” the male werecheetah growled lustfully. “We-we’ll have plenty of opportunities to—nggh—have a long drawn out fuck-athon!” he promised.
Hell! Given how great sex had been lately, he was looking forward to it!
"W-will you cum in my cunt?” Stella asked cautiously, almost afraid he’d say ‘no’. She didn’t think him the sort, but she’d been burned one too many times before by the last ruler of the Keep.
“Fuh-forgone c-conclusion,” Ranma replied, feeling himself coming to the edge.
The woman practically cried out in sheer joy. “YES!” She screamed as she thrust her ass back against the God-King’s hips firmly. She shivered and moaned heartily as she orgasmed, her pussy quivering in a pleasurable rhythm in an effort to coax her lord and lover of his cheetah cream.
“W-whoooa!” Ranma moaned out, his eyes threatening to bug out of his head—she had a tight, TIGHT grip on his cock! Man! She HAS been deprived too long! “Oh, oh fuck! T-take it, Stella! Take it all! YESSS!” he threw his own head back as he slammed his member in all the way, his whole body trembling as his orgasm tore through him, his member spraying thick globs of his seed into her pussy and fill her until it began to dribble down their legs from her over-stuffed pussy.
Looking away from their work Scyde eyed the mess Ranma and Stella were making. “Clean up aisle 69.”
Ignoring his Captain of the Guard, Ranma panted for breath as he leaned over Stella. His hands moved, caressing the sides of her breasts. “Oh... oh wow... that was so good, Stella...” he praised the Siberian Weretigress, nuzzling his face into the back of her neck and kissing.
“Oooh Master...” she purred happily. “I needed that,” the female werecat replied with a happy little sigh.
“Heh... I’ll bet...” Ranma chuckled as he continued to nuzzle Stella, appreciating the white-furred weretigress. The body-shape and purple hair may have reminded him a little of Shampoo, but she was anything but!
“Wow, the God-King puts on quite a show...” Scyde praised as she pulled another goldfish out of the open heel before popping it into her mouth. As she chewed, she smiled as another one appeared. “And for once, I may actually have to thank Iceron...”
“Agreed,” Tswana replied from where she sat next to the orange-furred weretigress. “No wonder he never had to take care of these damned shoes. They’re enchanted to always replace the fish!” she grinned as another goldfish appeared in the water of her shoe’s heel while she still held the prior one up between two fingers. “Of course, when we write the God-King Saotome’s ‘Good Book’, we’ll need to ret-con that HE is the one that came up with this spell.”
Scyde nodded her head firmly. “Oh, of course!” the weretigress thoroughly agreed.
“Gee, I haven’t done much and you girls already are overblowing my ego,” the male werecheetah laughed nervously. True, he LIKED having his ego stroked but this seemed a bit much.
“At least what is truth, we do not exaggerate,” the High Priestess replied. “You’re already very outrageous... and the best lover period!” she added quickly, hoping to score more brownie points with her lord and liege.
The Siberian Weretigress grinned. “Agreed!” Stella cried out happily as she nuzzled back against her God-King.
Raising his right hand and bringing it behind him, Ranma rubbed the back of his head. “Aw, shucks...”
“You’ve got three ‘ayes’ that agree,” Scyde idly commented as she began eating another goldfish. “So then, what is our next step?” she asked of no one in particular... although she somewhat hoped ‘orgy’ was part of the plan.
“We need to continue with the tour,” the High Priestess smiled and held up a shoe towards the still joined pair. “After lunch!”
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