[Episode 251093] [Episode 251093]
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts of the bad ju-ju she was getting, Britanny knew that she should get outside and make sure no one was using her Master in ways that only she, his rightful slave, had as her God-given right as owned property, was supposed to do!
...Wow... since when was I ever so excited about being someone’s property? the werecheetah wondered curiously. “Look, Mamoru...” she said slowly as she stood. “You seem like a nice guy but I have to get going and check on Master. I mean, he’s a good guy and I don’t think I should leave him alone with those ska—er—obviously newbie retail women who don’t know a male thong from a jock-strap.
Hands on his head, the man groaned. “Damn it! Why won’t anyone believe I’m straight?”
“...Do I need to relist the three reasons again?” Britanny asked. She didn’t want to, as the past four times she said them, he started bawling.
“But I am!” whined Mamoru. “Sure; I’m a little metrosexual...”
“A little?” snorted Britanny. She’d be more likely to believe him—hell, anyone would—if he wasn’t talking while moving his hands like... well... stereotypes had to come from somewhere!
“I like women! I date women! I want to seduce and bed women!”
Her head tilting slightly to the side, Britanny did have to privately admit he did have one point in his favor. He hadn’t said the l-word.
“I was in love with Usagi!”
...And there the point went.
“Really?” Britanny scoffed. “And where, pray-tell, is this Usagi of yours? Hmmm? Does she work somewhere in this mall?”
“Didn’t you hear what Ami and Minako were going on about!?” the Assistant Manager cried out in exasperation. “Usagi’s parents sent her off to become a slave! And not only that, they signed her up for one of the most thorough process one can GET for slavery!”
“I know that, I was asking you a rheta... retro... testicoricle... er...” Britanny paused. “I was using sarcasm.”
No one ever said that the slavery process helped with education. Sure, Gina had always moaned that some people used it as a short cut to learn things without the effort, easily done since the Slavery Programs did the same thing, building up instincts and ingrained responses.
Stupid nerd still wouldn’t build one so Britanny could have passed high school math with higher than a C-.
Deciding to make her point, the werecheetah asked the man pretending to be something he wasn’t, “Do you even have a photo of her?”
Nodding his head firmly, Mamoru replied, “Of course!”
“...On you?”
“...Well...” was the hesitant reply.
She chuckled. “Let me guess... on shelf or a nightstand?” she questioned.
The man blushed. “More like inside my nightstand...” as the woman smirked at him, Mamoru tried to explain, “Well, it’s not like I should leave it out to depress myself further! Someone bought her and I have no clue were she went to! If I knew, I would offer to buy her and see what I can do about getting her back to her old self... if possible...” he murmured.
Truth be told, if he got her back, he was SO going to have a technician up her IQ points... at least by one hundred... so she could land on the average scale...
And maybe a few marital skills packages thrown in for good measures.
However, these thoughts weren’t even close to what the werecheetah was thinking. After all, she knew the old ploy of ‘claiming’ to have a ‘girlfriend’, but her picture was always missing, or she was in Canada, or she had just been missed, as the police had taken her away and she’d never see daylight again...
Man, that had been one desperate geek.
Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself to stay on topic, and finish as quickly as possible. Who knew what those teenagers—thus, automatically being women of ill-repute—would do to her poor, innocent Master.
Mamoru raised his hands, tearing at his hair. “Come on!” He cried out a bit louder, on the verge of actually crying again. “Why won’t you believe me! Surely you have a boyfriend that acts like I do! Tells you he loves you, wants to keep intimacy behind closed doors and not in the open, takes his work seriously so neither his love-life nor his work-life crossover and speaks gentle and would never dominate you whatsoever, just thankful for your presence and love!”
The werecheetah was about to open her mouth, to tell Mamoru that her master was NOTHING like him... but snapped her jaw shut with an audible click; eyes widening as she realized something... yes, Ranma was nothing like that... but what about her former fiancé?
Stryyp would tell her he loved her, yet get incredibly flustered when she wanted to make out with him in public, denying her constantly...
Stryyp would make time for her... but then there’d be days or week they’d be apart as the Kryn would delve himself into his work as Prince of El Dorado whole-heartedly—even LEAVING her to go off to possibly sacrifice himself on Aebra when they SHOULD have been getting ready for marriage!
And Stryyp... the Kryn Prince really was a sweet and noble one... she thought that had to do with his royal upbringing but then it was always HER that had to get the ball rolling when it came to hot and sweaty sex! And it was always HER that had to build Stryyp up so he could show even the littlest bit of dominance over her.
Feeling a little uneasy, Mamoru waved a hand slowly in front of the werecheetah’s face. “Uh... hello? Miss? Miss Cheetah? Are... are you okay?” He felt even more nervous as her pupils just stared on ahead, not following the movements of his arm.
Confused that she wasn’t reacting—as well as the fact she had her back to the door, it opened inward, thus preventing him from leaving—his shoulders slowly sagged.
But soon his eyes widened, a smile forming on his face. Well, if he was trapped with the furry hotness, then he would at least convince her he was straight by doing what any sane straight guy would do!
Smiling, he raised his hands and began to fondle her expansive chest—making a mental note that when he got Usagi back, look into getting her some ‘upgrades’ there as well.
That did it; the groping there causing Britanny to blink her eyes once, twice. “HEY!” she snapped as she looked down at him... although she eased up a little as she realized what he was doing. “...Why are you fondling my chest? You know that belongs to my Master, right?”
Not stopping in his motions, Mamoru sighed. “Ma’am... I’m straight, okay! I like tits! I like women! I like you!”
The woman rolled her eyes. “Please... you’re obviously JUST as gay as my fiancé was...” and BOY if she ever saw that Kryn bastard again, she was going to kick him straight in his furry nutsack!
That made the protector of earth pause in his ministrations of the woman’s bikini-clad breasts. “...Excuse me?”
Britanny just nodded. “Yep; what more, I’m not getting a ‘Mr. Creepy’ vibe off you. And since I’m not getting one while you’re grabbing my hot chest, it tells me for certain that you cannot be straight.”
“...WHAT!?”
“Hey! Easy on my Master’s merchandise!” she yelled, pushing his hands away. Just because he was gay was no excuse to try and force her down a cup-size.
“What ‘Mr. Creepy’ feeling?” Mamoru demanded.
“Well, when a gay guy gropes a woman, we know there is nothing sexual about it. Hell, I didn’t even get damp or excited or anything. Since that occurred when you were playing with my breasts, it is a confirmation that you are absolutely, one-hundred-percent, not straight.”
Mamoru’s jaw flapped silently a few moments, frustration hitting its peak. “You’re not aroused? YOU are not aroused!? Well then if I’m not straight why do I have THIS!?”
So saying, Mamoru TORE the buckle of his belt in his rush to get out of his pants. The zipper coming down, the Assistant Manager of Slaves and Nobles and man formerly known as Tuxedo Kamen stepped out of them. “LOOK!” He shouted as he pulled down his boxers, his cock bobbing in freedom. “How could THIS have happened if I’m gay!?” he demanded to know.
That made the werecheetah raise an eyebrow. Eight inches... not bad but he’s definitely above the average.
“...WELL!?” the frustrated, blue-balled ex-boyfriend of Usagi Tsukino demanded.
The woman crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, my fiancé could still get it up for me... I guess I’m just that beautiful...” the woman sighed wistfully, a little twinkle in her eye as she felt a surge of pride; not many women could claim they were hot enough to arouse even the most homosexual of men.
Falling back onto the toilet, Mamoru was barely keeping himself from bawling once more. “Why won’t anyone believe me~ee~eeeee...”
“Oh, there, there...” Britanny cooed as she pat him on the head. “Since you CAN get it up, perhaps I can do something for you...” she said in all seriousness. After all, this was a good chance to get some practice in before she treated her master with the utmost love and care he deserved.
He deserved perfection! And to make sure she was back in the saddle, she needed a practice run.
And if she could get a man off so far in the closet, even Liberace couldn’t find him, then she’d probably ruin her Master for all other women.
*Ziiiip*!
Which, come to think of it, didn’t sound like a bad idea to her anyway.
Tears instantly evaporated as Mamoru looked down at the kneeling werecheetah. He doubted she believed him.
But as she removed her top, and leaned closer to his exposed manhood... he didn’t find much desire to care at the moment.
Maybe later...
Britanny smiled as she nuzzled the man’s length of flesh; her hands cupping the underside of her breasts. She had to admit, he had a rather nice scent; fresh and clean. Definitely a trait she should’ve realized about Stryyp—what REAL man genuinely cleans up on a daily basis?
Still it made this more enjoyable to perform.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh...” Mamoru moaned heartily as he felt her rough, feline-esque tongue slowly trail along his cock, his member throbbing powerfully with a rush of arousal as the spotted lycanthrope toyed with him.
His mind barely had the will—let alone, the blood—to function at the moment. What it could do, however, was wonder if... this was his good karma finally paying off. Was this payback for being the lone male on the team of women—and still not getting any play or catching some seriously hot lesbian action? Was this the kami taking pity on him for taking his easy future away from him?
Was it... hmm, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to think as her tongue went faster.
For the moment, his brain decided to save what files were open and just coast into Screen Saver mode. Right now, it didn’t want to miss a moment of this!
Britanny smiled around the head of the man’s cock as she saw him take on that blissed-out expression a man could only have when he was getting his dick sucked and enjoying it. Wait until he sees what else I can do...
With that though in mind, the werecheteah chuckled mentally as she began to lower her head on his length, more of his shaft sliding along the rough surface of her tongue. As soon as the head of his member hit the back of her throat, she did something no human woman could ever hope to do.
She purred.
“GAAAAHHH!” Mamoru yelped as he arched his back, trying to press more of his dick into her maw, only to be stopped by sheer friction of her tongue and vibrations through his length. This wasn’t just pleasure! This! Was! HEAD!
Yes, at the moment, there was no mention of blond magical girls in his mind.
Actually, there wasn’t much of anything in his head, upper at least. The lower brain was still quite... addicted to blondes, at least the spotted kind.
Britanny fought the urge to smirk—she didn’t want to nip him and perhaps ruin his chances to ever get another man again.
Unless, of course, she was so good, she turned him straight...
Well, miracles did happen.
But right now, she was enjoying the fact that his hands were wrapped in her hair—and not pulling it out, something no straight guy would have been able to say. At least this gay guy was stereotypical enough not to trash her hair... at least until later.
His breathing becoming labored, Mamoru was just caught up in the actions of what the werecheetah was doing. The man clenched his eyes shut and let out a hearty moan as she started to deep-throat him, his member treated to a sensation like no other as his cock went down her purring esophagus. She... she was amazing!!
Feeling the woman’s breasts pressing up into him, the man instinctually spread his legs for her, giving the woman more room to work... and thoroughly enjoying it as she pressed her breasts against his inner-thighs, her nipples pressing into his athletically toned muscles.
Fuck Crystal Tokyo! He was happy to have shitty Regular Tokyo right here and now!
Hell, he even reached out and grabbed the handicap bar in the stall... without scrubbing it with toilet paper first to try and make it semi-clean. Nor was he worried about the fact she was kneeling on the restroom floor.
Actually, he wasn’t too worried about anything. Aside from him and the cleaning staff, he was pretty certain he was the only male using this particular restroom. Most of the males used the one by the lingerie displays.
But for now, nothing bothered him. Clouds parted, angels sung in holy choirs, his life had meaning, and he was getting an excellent hummer without having to spend his paycheck on a date that was seventy-five-percent ice cream, twenty-five-percent listening, and three-hundred-percent blue-balls.
What more, he was definitely going to talk to this werecheetah’s Master and see what she cost! And he’d pay it—even if he had to embezzle!
If caught, he’d blame Minako. Not like it’d be hard to make it look like she was the cause.
Team Spirit was only for those that cared about the team... and weren’t used as piggy banks!
However, thoughts of sending Minako to join the other blonde in slavery were cut short as the werecheetah began to fiercely bob her head, his cock moving back and forth in her throat. The pleasure was too good! So damned good! The best he’d ever—
“AAAUUGH!” Mamoru cried out as he felt a knot of pressure just let loose, his cock throbbing within a mesh of vibrating, warm and moist flesh as he came; blowing load after load of pent-up blue-balls down the woman's throat.
The stars and sparkles that danced across his vision were even more seizure-inducing than watching one of the girls transform into the Senshi guises...
Britanny’s eyes lit with joy that she had beat her old record for bringing a guy off—she even gave herself bonus points for it being a gay guy.
She then took those points off as his juices crossed her tongue and she got a taste. Someone needed a better diet if he was ever going to keep Mr. Right or Mr. Right-Now.
Keeping her motor on idle and making sure she withdrew him like a popsicle, she looked up at his panting face, his unfocused eyes... and the little bit of drool escaping his mouth.
Even if she didn’t break him permanently... DAMN! She was good! “Feeling better?” she huskily whispered, still jacking him off, her tongue occasionally dancing about his little head.
The man's chest rose and fell a number of times, his mind slowly catching up to his body as his heart raced to restore blood to OTHER parts of his body besides his now rigid but no longer throbbing cock. Finally, he was able to make his lips sputter, “Puh-pant...”
Britanny raised a curious eyebrow. “Hmmm?” was her response as her tongue still slid around the head of his cock.
“Puh-panties...” Mamoru finally gasped out, speaking words. “Lose... the panties...” he begged. “And I’ll give you the store’s Platinum Discount... a whopping eighty-percent off your entire purchase...”
The werecheteah couldn’t help but smirk. After all, Gina had always said she had no sense when it came to bargaining. Granted, she now wanted her Master to also enjoy her ‘full service’, but... it was eighty-percent!
And with their budget, who was she to turn down such a steep discount? Besides, if he wanted to keep pretending to be in the closet, she might be able to convince him to give them an even bigger discount!
Smiling, the werecheetah slowly stood up, teasingly moving to a rhythm only she knew as she bent slightly, moving her panties/bottoms down. While the clothing dropped, she quickly yanked the price tag off, using her pinkie claw to remove the security device to prevent shoplifting.
Technically, it still hadn’t been paid for yet, but hey! As far as Britanny was concerned, she earned it right here and now.
As the woman stood up straight in her all-natural glory, Mamoru went teary-eyed. It... it was glorious! Looking at her perfect spotted frame, the Asian male felt a little perplexed. He’d never been one to go looking into slavery, what with having been Queen Beryl’s slave legally for a few rather awkward months...
But Kami-sama... he could certainly understand why Lycanthropes always cost top price no matter what monetary denomination.
But his mind did recall some things. He recalled his paycheck, he recalled his luck, but most of all, he recalled the countless nights of returning home and ‘taking care of himself’ thanks to the Internet and his illegal cable hookup that he stole from his neighbor—who, oddly, was also stealing it.
And if this female gossiped as much as the ones he had worked with did—it was how he learned that Motoki had given up even trying to ask women out after his last girlfriend left the country and was attempting to master yoga enough to ‘swallow his own snake’, as it were—then he certainly didn’t want to leave her with a bad impression.
Plus, if he was a great lover, maybe she’d accept he was straight!
Mentally cursing himself for leaving his cellphone out in his office, he knelt on the floor—glad his pants at least shielded his knees from the cold tiles—and leaned in close to give the titty kitty a proper tongue lashing.
Porn, don’t fail me now!
“Mako-chan! Mako-ch~aaaaan!” Minako called out to her friend as she went through rows and rows of dressing rooms, searching like a woman possessed. Damn Slaves and Nobles for having so many which were separated by department, gender, and status as civilian, master or slave!!
Her Mercury computer out and at the ready—who cared if someone saw her with it anymore—Ami was doing her best to find just where the hell their ‘friend’ went...
Damn it! Ami needed to get college paid! Makoto had enough money to get on through life thanks to the obscene life insurance policies her parents taken out on themselves before getting offed via plane crash... now it was Ami’s turn to make some major profit!!
Oh! And all of that, from someone young enough to have been a school-mate, not a distant uncle or grandfather or anything like that. After all, she was a brainy girl, and even she knew what rumors went about brainy women.
She’d done the research on it to be certain, testing possible hypothesizes on herself. Even she had been surprised by the results.
“Come out, Mako-cha~an!” Minako chirped happily—even as she tapped a piece of clothing display framework in her hands like a baseball bat. “We just wanna talk, honestly!”
Finally catching up to the twitching blonde, the blunette suggested, “You know, maybe we should just go get some REAL security in here and tell them one of Better Kitchens and Chattel’s employees has kidnapped a VIP...”
Sure, that could get Makoto in a lot of trouble—possibly enough to have her go through a court-ordered mental conditioning session—but as they said... love is war...
And Ami was prepared to spit on the Geneva Convention!
“Um... that might not work,” Minako mumbled nervously.
“...What did you do?” Ami asked, eyes narrowed, and prepared to take the metal framework from her dear friend and beat her until she was...
Was...
......
Damn it! Minako already acted brain-damaged!
Raising a hand and scratching the back of her neck, the blonde with a red ribbon in her hair nervously explained, “Well, when I heard they had two cute guys on this shift, I kinda... called in a few possible shoplifters.”
“...And?” Ami demanded to know.
“One was a wife of one of them, the other... was his boyfriend.”
“Married and the other was gay?”
“...Nope; turns out there was only one new hire.”
Lowering her head, Ami groaned. Maybe she should call security on BOTH Minako and Makoto... that would get the two the much needed help that was desperately desired. Surely, if they could give Usagi another ten IQ points, they could double that for Minako!
The blunette’s train of thought was. however, forcibly taken off track as the blonde suddenly shouted, “AH HA!!”
“...’Ah ha’, what?” the blue-tressed Senshi in civilian form asked, wondering if the poor blonde’s cranial synapsis had finally sputtered out from hitting Artemis’ bong one too many times.
“The Security Control Room!” Minako chirruped. “Each of the rooms has a security camera! We can find them faster that way!”
That made the former Senshi of Mercury pause; staring at the dumb blonde with horror. That... that was actually a good idea.
“Now what are you doing?” Minako demanded, noticing that Ami wasn’t getting ready to follow her.
True, this was fine with Minako—it’d give her the edge to getting some first. But Ami would have a reason... something that would probably bite the Senshi of Love in the ass—and not in the good way.
“Two things,” Ami replied, typing away. “First, I’m trying to hack into the security feeds from here.”
“...And the second?”
“Checking the weather to see if Hell froze over.”
Hild sat in her office, tapping her fingers against her desk, her left hand holding her cell to her ear... as snowflakes could be visibly seen trickling down outside through the window behind her.
“We’re sorry, but all Help Lines for the Goddess Relief Office are currently busy. Please stay on the line, as your call is very important to us.”
“Someone... will pay dearly for this...” the Queen of Nifelheim promised. Her damn it, this was the second time this month they had snow!
Getting the message, [Yggdrasil Router 3 Disconnected; please refresh or call your Local Goddess Relief Helpline] when she tried to genuinely check that last one, Ami shook her head and simply opened up the windows on the screen that were still connected to the security cameras.
Connection established, Ami began to cycle through the cameras, momentarily in awe about how many there were.
She then paused, face pale as she landed on one image that had something other than an empty room.
Fearing the worst—that her eternal bed warmer was being abused by Makoto in ways only the Senshi of Love should be allowed to—Minako rushed to Ami’s side, framework ready to bludgeon her for more time if needed, and looked.
“...Well, we now know where the damned Manager is,” Minako muttered in horrified awe.
“I never knew he had nipple rings,” Ami groused.
“I’m wondering how come that candle isn’t setting off the smoke alarms,” Minako replied, watching as the four-hundred-pound man wearing what could best be described as a leather diaper, was pouring hot wax on his chest.
Ami slowly looked to her friend. “Think there’s still some of that tainted birthday cake in the fridge?”
“...Maybe...” Minako replied. “Why?”
“The Manager seems to love pain... perhaps we should slip a piece into his lunch,” the blunette suggested with all seriousness.
Trying to keep her lunch down—as well as recording it in case she needed something—like a huge-ass raise and pay for hours she never showed for—Ami calmed herself before pushing the search forward once more.
Quickly going back through the cameras, Ami continued to look for their missing friend... and the tall big-breasted whore who was trying to have her way with him.
It took only two minutes more but finally she came upon then; Masters Changing Rooms, Adventure Section.
Her grip practically cracked the frame of the Mercury computer as her fingers dug in more forcefully. There was her stud, pants down, back to the wall, and just grinning like an idiot... while a topless Makoto lay on the ground, snoring like a chainsaw while drool—that had BETTER be drool—was trailing down from the side of her mouth.
It certainly didn’t help as she watched consciousness return to her first murder victim’s comrade’s eyes, as she quickly worked to try and shuck her bottoms.
“Not on my watch!” Ami growled.
*CLANG*!
“OW!” Ami cried, dropping the computer and holding the back of her head with both hands.
“For Love and Justice!” Minako yelled, taking off down the hallway, the bent framework quickly discarded to the side, hand quickly grasping one of the golf clubs on the display outside of the Sport Section. Oh yes, let’s see how ‘sincere’ the ‘sincerity of wood’ could be when the love child of metal smacked a nine-iron upside the bitch’s head!!
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