[Episode 248930] [Episode 248930]
Dressed in a snazzy gray suit, Mamoru Chiba, a man once known to the masses as Tuxedo Kamen, had a price gun in his left hand, marking the shirts on the rack with a 20% Off Discount Sticker. While not glamorous, it was decent pay for a steady albeit boring life; definitely a lot safer than when he lived life as back-up support the Sailor Senshi. Wearing a tuxedo—which was damned expensive—and mask to conceal his identity, he interfered with Youma, taking them off-guard and offering the Senshi advice, atop of physically aiding them in battle.
It wasn’t his fault he did such crazy stuff! Really! At a young age he lost his parents in a car accident! The resulting amnesia tore away the childhood memories of his current lifetime and opened up the memories of his previous life as Prince Endymion, the Crown Prince of planet Earth during the Silver Millennium! Although he kind of screwed that up that whole era of peace and prosperity when he and Princess Serenity fell in love; the Prince disobeying a precept that forbade people from the Earth and people from the Moon to contact one another.
And that was the kicker of why he was where he was now. After all the years he spent aiding the Senshi and his Princess, all the battles, all the pain he went through, both the physical irritations and the mental anguish... it was all for not. His girlfriend HAD to go and piss off her mother just enough to have her shipped off to the ironically named, ‘Moon Princess Kennels’ where the girl was given a brain-wash, lather and rinse: processes that had been reportedly repeated numerous times as to actually have the desired effect upon her.
It was something he felt very bad about, and even worse that no one bothered to tell him about what happened until AFTER she’d been sold and gone missing. If someone had been kind enough to let him in on what was going on, he would have gladly rushed to the auctions to purchase her. Nope! Instead he found out second hand from Ami when she was asking for his help to get a job at Slaves and Nobles...
It wasn’t fair! He was supposed to become King Endymion! King of 30th-Century Crystal Tokyo! Husband of Neo-Queen Serenity, and father of Chibiusa! He could still be a ruler! He was the PRINCE OF EARTH! This was his domain, his realm! So he lost out on having Usagi as his wife and Queen, that didn’t mean he couldn’t take on one of the other Senshi—Minako could pass or Usagi in a pinch—or some lucky woman as a wife, allowing him to rule and preserve the world after the Great Freeze.
Again, nope! Not the case; not a chance in hell! Setsuna didn’t want to hear of it and when he asked her why, her drunken—damn, those were a lot of bottles of Jack Daniels—and rather blunt response was, ‘Crystal Tokyo needs a ruler, not its Queen’s court jester fuck-toy at the helm’!
That had been the last time he saw the woman and, as guilty as it made him feel... he was actually happy he could put all this Sailor Senshi nonsense behind him now. If he was meant to be a Harem Boy rather than a King in the future, he was more than glad to leave it behind! He would be happy enough simply living as Mamoru Chiba, Assistant Manager of the Tokyo Mall location of Slaves and Nobles.
Still, the man wished to start up a relationship again. Ever since Usagi was lost, the girls rarely talked to him anymore; and he only got to speak to Ami and Minako on a regular basis because he was their boss! Oh the agony of it all! To once be surrounded by many women, only to have them ditch you when the idiot you were dating got herself legally enslaved because she was more than a little mentally deficient! He didn’t deserve that! He deserved to catch the attentions of an attractive female!
Damn it, Fate! After all the cases of Blue-Balls Usagi gave him, only to now be never able to relieve them, YOU OWED HIM!!
“Hello?” a beautiful-sounding female voice spoke up from behind Mamoru, dragging him out of his mental reverie of anguish. “Can I get your assistance with trying on some clothes?”
Turning around slowly, the man went slack-jawed at the sight of the woman before him... not only because she was in a bathing suit of black with blue stripe—the ‘Dark Lover’ special that his store sold—but because she was so tall, staring at her literally put him at eye-level with her chest... her furry breasts...
Wait a minute, furry? he thought, worried it would be a Youma. But as he looked up, he was relieved as he saw that this was woman too beautiful to be a monster. This woman was a werecat: a werecheetah.
And she specifically said she needed his help with trying on some clothes.
Okay, Fate, maybe you DO know how to repay your debts... the man considered as it took him a moment to find his voice. “H-hello, there, Miss! I’m Chiba, Mamoru! Assistant Manager of Slaves and Nobles! You said you needed assistance with dressing? I can assure you that while you have an excellent choice, there are many more bathing suits I can help you with!”
There is a God!
There is a God! Britanny purred, as she looked over the ‘other’ employee in the store... which was odd, considering a store this size and only three people working it at what was the busy time of day...
She then internally cursed herself for not grabbing more; security here sucked. If the lycanthrope had been willing to ho out her Master to try on a thong, she could have acquired many of the wares that day with Ye Olde Five-Finger Discount.
Sadly, the werecheetah preferred his taut, tight gluts to be for her eyes-and-hands only. “Yes, my Master requires your help.”
That took a lot of the spring out of Mamoru’s step. “Wait... Master... you mean you’re owned?” the man asked, sounding absolutely distraught. Why was it all the sexy women that came into his life ended up being sold!?
Britanny paid it no mind, well used to such sounds. After all, her happiest times in school had been when the males went from referring to her as ‘that creepy cat girl’ to ‘......’ and being hit by cars because she just ‘accidentally’ bent at the waist to tie her shoes while they were behind her, crossing the street. “Yes, my Master requires an expert in the clothing here to help him look his best, and we feel you would be the best person for that job.”
“I am?” Mamoru asked cursing the Gods as well as his past life—women like this existed and his last incarnation was stupid enough to go for Serenity!?!? What the hell did the former Princess do to win his heart, anyway?
Probably put out before the first date—something the current incarnation never learned properly...
He sighed... a very sad, depressed sigh. “Well, considering that Ami, Minako, and myself are the only ones here today while everyone is out getting their stomachs pumped from that tainted cake that Michiko brought in for her birthday yesterday—let along me being the Assistant Manager... you’re right. I am the most qualified!”
He then looked at the werecheetah with a pleading gaze. “But can I at least help you find some outfits too? I’ll even let you use my 50% Store Discount.”
Britanny was about to politely turn him down... but then shut her mouth as she considered that. Hmm...
Well, 50% off was 50% off...
So, she decided to be smart and nod her head in agreement. “Thank you!” she chirped. “I can’t tell you how thankful I am; I can barely recall the last time I had a gay friend help me accessorize!”
“...Excuse me?” Mamoru asked, not wanting to believe his ears, wanting to believe his inner-depression was now fucking with him.
“I know!” Britanny stated. “I mean, I tried to go shopping with straight guys, and only Master seems to be able to last longer than five minutes without falling asleep, attempting to slash his wrists, or being reduced to a drooling vegetable with no chance of recovery!”
Ranma just blinked. Wow, the way Britanny phrased that... he was some sort of super guy to have lasted this long!
He puffed up his chest in pride, as the trio of lonely girls goggled between the possibility of Mamoru being gay—which explained in their minds why every time Usagi tried to advance their relationship, he had to ‘take some time off to think’—and the fact that Nature’s Own Stud Muffin—now with tighter gluts—could survive shopping with women.
His value tripled, even as Mamoru’s tumbled due to said rumor.
Hell, even Hotaru had been thinking of throwing him a quickie, if only because he was safe: no one would believe him and he had appeared easily dominated by women.
“...Um... sir?” Britanny asked as she looked down at the man who appeared as if someone told him Christmas was cancelled and Santa had raped his mother with a candy cane shiv. “Are you okay? You look...” she frowned and realized something. “Does this have to do with that cake from yesterday you mentioned? Where’s the bathroom, I’ll take you there!” she offered him.
After a few moments of hyper-ventilating, Mamoru finally lifted his head up enough to make eye-contact with the female lycanthrope. “You... you think I’m gay?”
“Well, yeah! You’re a man, working in a store that’s very metrosexual AND you’re the Assistant Manager,” Britanny replied in all serious...
“Hey! Are you okay?” she inquired once more as Mamoru threw himself at her, holding on tight. “There’s no need to sob...”
Ranma just stared, eyes narrowed. One part of him wanted to beat the shit out of the guy for putting his face between Britanny’s furry orbs of pleasure.
The other part felt such action would be bad, as the guy was crying, and Ranma was pretty sure hate crimes were still viewed poorly, even if it was justified. But who would believe him if he stated he had kicked the gay Manager’s ass, simply because he put his head between Ranma’s slave’s breasts?
Makoto, however, did not have any dilemma. Unlike Ami, she was not cataloging their past meetings with Mamoru to either prove or disprove his sexual orientation. Nor was she doing like Minako, and debating if perhaps said male had been cock-blocking her or why he hadn’t at least sent some of his perhaps bisexual male friends her way.
No; she didn’t know and didn’t care. All she cared was that the furry bitch was detoured by consoling the crying man, which meant the definitely straight man was open for attack. Taking his right arm in hers, making sure the upper part rested between her own mammaries, Makoto leaned into his ear. “Why don’t we give him some alone time to cry this out, while I help you find some nice, tight clothes and try them on?”
The sensations brought the pigtailed partial artist out of his reverie of annoyance at the man who was hogging his slave’s cleavage. He turned his head towards the woman, almost mumbling, ‘not as fluffy as Cheetah’s’. Instead, logic dictated that he should be question, “Should you? I mean, you don’t work here. Don’t you work at that Better Kitchens and Chattel place?”
Makoto twitched as she firmly told him, “I moonlight here to make more money.”
“Oh... okay...” he said slowly, not sure if he should let the gay guy and his slave leave his line of sight just yet. “But can we hold on a minute. I wanna make sure Cheetah will be okay.”
Makoto put on the most disarming face she had. “Really? You think he is a threat to her?”
Blinking, Ranma turned towards the sobbing man who was still face-first between Brit’s impressive mounds. “...Guess not,” he muttered. Not like some gay guy was going to sexually harass her.
But a part of him was still concerned, still worried that some cretin would harm Britanny’s sweet and innocent form.
As most guys, Ranma preferred to think of his girl as pure as new snow on a planet without any life forms.
Seeing an opening, Makoto pounced—not literally, she’d rather do that where no store cameras could see. “Okay then, shall we try for pants first? I know of some nice leather ones, don’t hamper your mobility a bit!”
“...Are you sure?” Ranma asked curiously. “Usually leather is stiff and difficult to move in...”
The woman shook her head repeatedly. “Not this one; it’s sheep leather! Very soft!” Makoto replied firmly as she pulled insistently on the raven-haired youth’s arm.
Ranma held his ground though, looking at the woman. “You sure it’s still sturdy?” he questioned, taking her suggestions seriously, unaware of her more devious intentions.
Now nodding her head, Makoto chirruped, “Positive!” She grinned deviously as she knew she could get him away from there before either Ami or Minako realized. “Now come on! We gotta hurry and make sure your size is still in stock!”
“Um, okay,” Ranma relented, as he kept an eye on Brit, as she comforted the crying guy.
Mentally pumping her arm in the air to celebrate her success, the Senshi of Jupiter in civilian guise cast one last glance at her defeated comrades... who were still staring in shock at Mamoru.
“I... I had no idea,” Ami finally spoke, finally having tallied everything in her mind. “But you know, looking back, it all makes sense.”
The crying wails stopped, as Mamoru slowly turned his head—only a small part enjoying the feeling of her pliant but covered flesh against his face. “Huh?” he asked, voice neutral.
“Well, yes,” Ami said in all seriousness. “Your outright toxic attitude towards Usagi when you first met... always hanging around Motoki and other guys... going to an all boy’s school... working as a model to ‘pay for college’... not to mention when you WERE dating Usagi, you rarely kissed, you were constantly pushing her away and Chibiusa seemed interested in you as more than a father figure... as if you really weren’t her father at all...” the blunette said in all seriousness.
“OH!” Minako gasped, slamming a fist into an open palm in understanding. “Usagi was his goatee!”
Shaking her head, the blunette sighed. “Beard, Minako. Usagi was Mamoru’s beard...”
“No she wasn’t!” Mamoru yelled.
“Don’t forget his style!” Minako stated.
“My style?”
“Yes,” Minako nodded. “You always wear color-coordinated.”
The man blinked his eyes once, twice. “I didn’t want to look like a dork for women.”
“The haircut, perfect and groomed with hair gel, shampoo, and conditioner,” the blonde continued to list off. “What straight man uses conditioner not included in the cheapest shampoo they buy?”
“I am clean! Nothing wrong with that!”
“You also happened to get along very well with Haruka and Michiru,” Ami pointed out curiously.
“Hey! We have civilized discussions about hot rods and muscle cars!” Mamoru said, defending himself. “And with Michiru, she is all class and sophistication; not to mention that she’s the owner of a well-stocked wine cellar! Can’t a guy have female FRIENDS?”
Minako snorted. “Yeah, right! That’s like being friends with a guy and not getting poked; or being Usagi! A likely story!” she said as she waved her hand chidingly in his direction. “I bet it was you, wasn’t it!?” she snapped at him.
“...Huh?” Mamoru asked, now curious as to what she was getting at.
“You’re the reason I could never find a man!” the Senshi of Venus in civilian guise accused. “You cock-blocked me, didn’t you, always wanting every man I went after for yourself!”
“I did not cock-block you!” Mamoru all but yelled.
“Getting a little tight here,” Britanny muttered, trying to remove herself from the hug now without injuring the gay male—she didn’t need her Master punished because she ripped off the guy’s arms.
“Don’t forget the fact that he is rich and he’s never acted like most rich celebs,” Ami offered. “Actually, aside from Usagi and Rei, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him with other women, let alone tramps that most celebrities go after.”
“So I’m not a male-slut! So what!? And besides, what does it matter if I’m picky about the women I date!?” the man formerly known as Tuxedo Kamen twitched. “ And what is this about me being rich!? If I was rich, would I work here!?”
“You would if you’re into metrosexual clothes!” Minako quickly pointed out. “Plus, it would help you stay atop of all the best gay fashions!”
As the man started to weep again, Britanny sighed. “Look...” she started as she turned her attention towards the blunette. “Where’s the bathroom. I need to clean this guy up... it’s... well... sad... embarrassingly so...”
Sighing, Ami had to nod her head in agreement. It WAS sad. “Back of the store, women’s department; lingerie section.”
“Ah, thanks,” the werecheetah replied as she picked the man up, cradling him like one would a child. “C’mon, Mamoru... no one likes a weeping willow...”
“Not... gay...” the man sniffled as he let the taller, stronger woman hold him in such a comforting way.
As the girls watched the slave lead the Assistant Manager away, they simply shook their heads.
“He’s going to be glad soon,” Ami started. “He’s held that secret for so long, he’ll enjoy being free of it.”
Nodding her head in agreement, Minako asked, “Yes; but who’s going to tell Usagi... and Rei?”
“...Well, as this involves the gay issues, I say we send a gay expert.”
The blonde with a red ribbon in her hair blinked her eyes once, twice. “...Brian Boitano?”
“...” Must not kill friend and bury in Shoe Department... “No; the Outers.”
Minako slowly nodded. “Seems a bit unfair, though.”
“Huh?” Ami asked.
“Well, they have to deal with Setsuna since she lives there; should we really dump this on them?”
“Do you want to go visit Mistress Firestar?” Ami asked with narrowed eyes.
“...I want real flesh between my legs, not what Rei bought on eBay with shrine funds,” Minako responded glumly.
“Exactly,” Ami told her friend. “In the meantime, while his possessive slave is gone, we’ll go help the stud-muffin here... with...” the college-bound juku student paused as she realized the man was missing. “HEY! Where’s Ranma!?”
“More importantly,” the blonde said, fear tingeing her voice. “Where’s Makoto?”
“...FUCK!!”
“There, there,” Britanny said as she dabbed the man’s face with a tissue. “It’s okay. I’m not going to judge you...” she said in all seriousness. “I mean, what do I care if you swing that way? The world is more accepting of such these days...”
Mamoru began to cry heavily again. In a bathroom with a hot werecheetah who was wearing a near-nothing bathing suit, and she thought he was gay.
He at least consoled himself by burying his face in her cleavage again.
“There, there,” Britanny cooed, wishing she could leave this man alone without fear of him ending his own life, so she could go and save her Master from those teenage skanks. “I mean, even the militaries of the world are overturning those polices.”
His wails increased.
“And I heard those matchup sites have special sections, so it isn’t like you won’t be able to find someone to tap your ass. I mean, as fit as you are, you could have any guy you want... except my Master! He’s 100% straight and wants pussy only!” she was sure to mention.
It was bad enough that she had skanks after her man. She did not need to beat off the homosexual population as well!
Damn, did she ever have a good master: didn’t care that she wasn’t a brainwashed slave, didn’t care that she got possessive, had cash, bought her anything she wanted, and was so desirable women AND men would throw themselves at his feet in order to worship his cock...
“Maybe he is better than Stryyp...” the woman mumbled as she thought of her fiancé who she’d lost contact with before he went off to Aebra to save his people. Damn it! If she ever saw him again, she was SO going to give him an ass-kicking before riding him until his cock broke off!
“But...” the man whimpered. “I’m NOT gay!”
“Sure you’re not,” Britanny cooed, wanting nothing more than this man to finally accept he was free of the closet, so she could go save her Master. Who knew what those whores were doing to him!
“As you can see,” Makoto stated low, so as to not attract possible other bitches bloodhounds. “This leather has a lot of give. Not only does it conform to your body, but it can stretch well enough for someone to even fit a hand through,” she purred, as her hands caressed bare buttocks, under boxers and leather pants.
Feeling the woman’s hand on his rear, Ranma blinked as he turned his head to look at Makoto in the eyes. “Does this mean it's got too much room?”
That inquiry made the woman pause in her groping. “Excuse me?” she asked him, her hands still feeling his butt.
“Yeah,” the pigtailed martial artist replied. “I mean, before you were groping over the clothes. Now you can get your whole hand in there! Is that too mu~UCH!?” the raven-haired male’s voice went higher as he turned around to talk to her while the woman kept her hand in his pants... which left her hand to now be placed over something else entirely.
Makoto smirked, her hand moving forward as he turned, before cupping his crotch. JACKPOT!!! “Not at all! You see, these pants are designed not only to look tight, but allow room. After all, who enjoys their boys being crushed because you turned one way instead of another?” she asked with a polite smile, even as she felt herself dampen at what she now fondled. Oh yes, Mama was going to lose her lonely streak tonight!
She’d lose it several times, if she could get him back to her apartment, if she could help it!
Ranma blushed as the woman’s hand moved up and down the shaft of his member. He didn’t say anything because he knew she was a professional, and she was making good points. That HAD been how he defeated his father in that tournament; his old man became distracted as his gi pants tugged his left testicle the wrong way; or at least that had been his old man’s excuse for losing.
Still... “Are you done getting a sizing there yet?” the pigtailed male asked, leaning up with his back to the wall of the dressing room as he felt the woman’s fingers caress up and down his length of his dick.
“As a professional, I make sure to take the appropriate time to ensure I am correct,” she responded, wondering how long she had to keep the act up, as it were, before he’d accept giving her the proper shagging that she deserved as a servant of Love and Justice for over four years!
She done the Justice!
Now, she wanted the Love!
Removing her hand slowly from his backside—no way was she going to take it from the front—she looked to her left and grabbed the closest pair of pants her mind thought might fit. In truth, so boiling in her hormones, she wouldn’t have cared if they were eight sizes too large, just as long as they fit her plan!
“Let’s make sure these fit,” she cooed, looking at him with steamy eyes. “Wouldn’t do to have an improper fit!” And if she had to help him release some pressure to... ‘ensure a fit’... so be it!
Unzipping the pants he was wearing, Makoto watched with wide-eyes as she saw just how much there was. Yes, her hand was behind the boxers but DAYUM! She was getting an idea of just how big he was!
So excited was the woman that her free hand missed the pair of denim jeans multiple times, only finally grasping them on the eighth try. She then brought them up to view as she told him, “Hold this.”
Nodding his head, the Japanese teenager managed to mumble, “Ah... uh... sure.” Taking the jeans from her, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts allowed Makoto to pull them down his toned, muscular—athletic, not bulging with steroids; no matter how much Pops insisted he take them—legs.
With a sad sigh, the ponytailed brunette finally took her right hand off of his junk and used it to properly undress him. Taking the leather pants off and having him step out of the clothes, the woman got his feet within the holes of the new denim pants. “Here we go...” she whispered, face right up to his crotch as she started to bring them up the length of his legs.
“Um... okay,” Ranma squeaked, as she brought them up... and paused at his knees. “Um, everything okay?” he asked, his voice a bit higher than usual.
Makoto gulped. For all her bravado, all her dreams, her desires, her thoughts as she laid in the shower and wanked off, it was now time to decide.
Did she run away?
Did she fight?
Did she do things she had only read about in MFF and MFM pairings—because pure yaoi was for girls who would either never get any or who had so much skill, could get two guys to do such for a chance to bone their asses.
Eyes focused, she decided. “Sorry, just need to perform some actions to reduce swelling,” she stated, as she took aim, opened her mouth, and began to lower herself.
The things she did for Love and Justice... and wasn’t even asking money for!
“What’re yooo~OOOO~oooouuu~UU~uuu...” was Ranma’s rather lengthy. choppy moan as the woman’s head went down the length of his engorged cock as soon as she pulled his boxers down. He panted for breath as he pressed his back against the wall with purpose now, right hand grasping the wall as he did his best to stabilize his center of balance.
He couldn’t believe this was happening... but Kami-sama! It felt good! It felt REAL good! He couldn’t bring her to stop! Ranma idly wondered if Britanny would do this for him before his attention was brought back to the then and now!
Sweat trailing down her brow, Makoto did her best, purposely suppressing her gag reflex—good Kami-sama, it DID feel like you had to vomit; how the hell did Minako deep-throat popsicles!?—as she started to take the man’s cock down her throat. Kami damn it, was she ever doing this Love thing real Justice!
Ranma gasped, gulping for breathe, while trying to be quiet. He certainly didn’t want some good Samaritan walking in on him now!!!
It felt better than anything he’d ever experienced, perhaps even better than what fuzzy things he could remember Britanny doing between her trying on the final outfit and now.
Hmm... with so many blank spots in his mind, he wondered if he should seek some professional help?
That thought fled his mind—as well as a hundred others—as Makoto pulled back, her tongue now dancing around her flesh.
Gasping, Makoto was flushed in the face as she swirled her tongue around the head of his member, the man’s cum leaking like a broken faucet. Kami-sama... could it be that this man was ‘pure’, truly inexperienced? She couldn’t think of any other way such a hunk was a quick shot...
Thank thee lord, for the bounty I am about to receive, the Sailor Senshi of Jupiter thought as she continued to lick and kiss that member, now using her hands to unbutton her chef’s uniform; metal snap buttons making a ‘clink’ sound as they came free, her bra-clad breasts drooping slightly, now freed of the constrictive confines of her job uniform.
As Makoto was thanking her Fate for what she hoped was about to occur—and the fact said male wasn’t limp after a 5-sec finish—nor was said male a finisher after seconds—Ranma was trying to decide several things.
What had just happened!?
What was he feeling!?
Was it good or bad!?
Could he do that again!?
Was it time to sleep!?
Wait; the last one was out! A Saotome never slept when business was afoot—at least, Genma said that. So who knew if that was really true or not?
All Ranma knew was that it felt extremely good!
Hands in her hair, the martial artist looked down, trying to control the panting of his breath as he stared down at her.
And soon, she looked into his eyes.
Like something one would only learn in one of those “Icha Icha” novels—if rumor and the word of boys he went to school with—was to be believed, he felt a connection with the woman looking back.
He wanted to think it was more than a physical connection... but kami-damn it! He sure couldn’t ignore the... pleasure? Was this what ‘pleasure’ was? It was a good feeling, that much was certain!
“Aaahhhhh...” Ranma breathed out heartily again as she began to press her now bare breasts against his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down on his member once more, now going faster than she had initially, her ponytail swaying back and forth as she worked his cock diligently.
Yes; this had to be pleasure! What she was doing, what he was feeling; it had to be pleasure!
The pigtailed martial artist focused as hard as his distracted mind could, on her eyes, on the feelings she was generating, as her tongue danced along his member, the suction her mouth generated, the feeling her mouth and throat created along his member...
Sure, Pops had said such would only lead to trouble and pain... but DAMN! ‘DA~YUM’ even! The pleasure was too much!
Makoto just hummed, enjoying what was before her. She could read between the lines—even fanfic! She knew not every male would taste good... or last for longer than an ADHD thought... or even learn to pleasure a woman.
But this one was doing all three! She felt her own panties dampen each time she felt and tasted a bit of him! Truly it was a sign of the Gods that not only had they heard her prayers—and boy, had she sent a lot—but they were answered!
In the back of her mind, she was worried about the hell she was going to catch from her friends but that didn’t matter... no, she was going to put a claim in on this stud!
As she took him in to the hilt, her chin resting on his scrotum, she realized that she’d done so because Mamoru hadn’t gotten involved with him or spoke to him... maybe he WAS a cock-blocking bastard, trying to keep them from the men they wanted!
OH WELL! She had the stud-muffin now!
Rearing his head back, Ranma let out another straight gasped, unintentionally bucking his hips and keeping him buried in the woman’s throat. She went a little pale and teary-eyed with that and he felt he should apologize... but before he could the woman made him forget as she started to bob her head at faster speeds, his cock racing back and forth in her throat—that tongue teasing the underside of his length mercilessly.
He wanted to do a million things.
Apologize.
Stop her.
Beg forgiveness and hope she didn’t send him to Valhalla a place she’d never enjoy such again… until he did such to her unconsciousness.
But no! Such did not happen! As his levels rose higher... and higher... and higher, until...
In the bathroom, a werecheetah slave looked up, as if one certain voice cried out in pleasure, and was silenced... by someone other than her.
“What was that?” Ami asked, certain she had missed something.
Minako knew what it was... and grimaced. “Well played, Lightning Lady. Well played.”
“What was that?” Ami asked in hope.
“Wet glades,” Minako quickly replied. “I understand the Everglades are important, thanks to A&E.”
The blunette blinked her eyes once, twice. “...O~kaaay...” Ami replied slowly, wondering if Minako needed to see a specialist like Usagi had.
As Britanny tried to convince Mamoru of a higher purpose, Makoto tasted it… and rejoiced. She even let loose her own proof, as Ranma ‘emptied’ himself down her throat. As far as she was concerned, she had hit pay dirt, the proof the multiple deaths and rebirths under Usagi had been worth it, proof Love had finally caught up with Justice!
She also hoped as she soon laid unconscious and passed out, Ranma would return the favor.
Hey! Fanfic said guys like to wake up that way! Why shouldn’t she!?
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