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The sun only starting to come up over the horizon, Ranma had to admit... basking in the light of sunrise... Phallus Town looked very nice for a place that supposedly survived the end of the world. Things were rebuilt and while numerous buildings were obviously not up to par with the original quality one could get from modern construction... it was a very ‘homey’ place; such a feel emanated throughout the town. She didn’t feel worried walking onwards to Sheila’s apartment using the instructions Candy had written down for her...
Candy... dear Kami-sama, the Tigress couldn’t help but blush as she thought of the Taverngirl. That was NOT the sort of ‘pie’ she was expecting to be topped with whipped cream, chocolate and caramel drizzle, nuts, mini-marshmallows, rainbow sprinkles, and a delicious cherry...
Still good though. Really satisfied her sweet-tooth!
Of course, she could have done without losing her top—Candy had been a bit too excited. But the hot shower in the morning had made up for that.
Well, that, and ‘borrowing’ one of Candy’s tops to replace it. It even had some money in it!
Pausing a bit, Ranma once again tried to understand the directions. “Probably should’ve asked her for them last night,” Ranma muttered. The Taverngirl’s writing was worse than her own!
Though the marathon sex/eating from last night/most of the early morning might have contributed to it.
“Let’s see... I think this says, ‘Felicity’ so that means... the bank?” the pigtailed martial artist turned Tigress pokégirl mumbled as she looked towards said facility that Britanny had shown her earlier yesterday but that they oddly enough, had not gone inside of. Not that Ranma would have had need yesterday but now that she had some money—in the form of gold coins that had been inside the pockets of Candy’s jacket—it might be a good idea to save them.
But first... she had to find Britanny! “Okay, so to the left of the Bank and... down this street...” she mumbled as she continued to walk, wondering if she should have just had the Taverngirl with tits that tasted like champagne draw her a map. The way things were going; Ranma feared she might have to do something drastic, something that went against her very core principles.
She might have to... ask someone for directions!
The very notion went against all things male! She had directions! Couldn’t she read it right!?
Pausing, she reigned in her temper. Hell no! This universe had already taken away her humanity! It had taken her manhood—which she would get back, thank you very much, even if she had to go locate the local Jusenkyo and kick the ass of whoever passed for the Guide here to get some water.
But she would keep what—admittedly little—manliness she had left!
“Take a left at two eggs, quart of milk, pantyhose and...”
Lowering the directions, the Tigress became a little teary-eyed. “She wrote this on her grocery list,” Ranma whined.
Finally, just when it seemed the striped feline pokégirl was about to give up—surrender the last bits of her masculinity and ask someone for directions—she was saved when she saw that the alleyway she was to go down lead into a market... where, while likely a place to get things on that grocery list... also had a small three story condo complex on it; the faded sign outside of it reading, “The Swinging Arms Condominium and Pool”. While that last bit may have been crossed out, the fact was she knew this was where Sheila was supposed to live! And it was here she’d find Britanny!
“HA!” Ranma-chan cheered. Masculine drive to never ask for directions held out to the end! Booyah! Take that female needs and issues! She may have been stuck with a female feline body but deep down she was still Ranma Saotome! Greatest Martial Artist of her—HIS Generation... BITCHES!
Now, all she had to do was go in, knock on the right door, and her epic quest would be over!
*GURGLE*!
...
...And get something to eat that wasn’t refined sugar. Candy was dandy, but too many nights like that would probably rot her teeth... and make her flabby. No thank you; she already had enough jiggling around when she ran.
Damn jiggle... while likely needed, Ranma wanted to hold off the concession of putting a bra on as long as possible. It... it was wrong! She as a guy! Why did she have to bind up her breasts and put on a distinctively girly garment!?
Damn it, she KNEW she should have asked Ukyo how she bound herself day in, day out to forgo having to put on a bra... but then Akane would’ve hit her for being a pervert and/or Ukyo would’ve hit ON her thinking she wanted to accept their engagement. Damn her old man!
Knocking once more and not getting an answer, it took a few moments more to remember that Sheila was supposed to be on the THIRD FLOOR. So working the door handle, Ranma found it yielded under her touch and she allowed herself in. She entered the small lobby that was painted with a fading mural of summer beach party themes before making her way to the staircase, heading all the way up.
Upon reaching the third floor, her ears perked. Coming from one of the two doors on the floor... did she hear... fighting? There was a lot of pounding and grunting, that was certain!
Slipping into an alert mode—something easy to do with all the sugar coursing through her veins—she slid against the wall. Was someone in trouble or sparring? Was it one of those feral pokégirls that Britanny had talked about?
Moving closer to the source, the voices were still muffled—a fact she didn’t know was attributed to Sheila having paid for extra insulation and sound-proofing in her walls so she didn’t hear the neighbors shagging like a Taming-starved Vixxen.
Finding the door where the noises were coming from, she idly noticed it was the apartment she was looking for. Prepared for anything, she gently tried to door, not wanting to alert anyone inside in case bad news was behind the door.
The doorknob turned.
Doesn’t anyone in this world lock their doors? she mentally asked herself as she opened it wider, allowing the sounds to reach her ears unobstructed.
“Fuck yeah! Take it bitch! Take it!” was the firm commanding voice Ranma recognized as being the petite Shaguar’s.
“MURRPH! MURPLE! GRRPPH!” were the muffled screams that followed afterwards—all the while a moist slapping sound continued to intersperse both feline pokégirls talking.
Opening the door quietly, the pigtailed Tigress went VERY wide-eyed at the scene that greeted her. Before her were Sheila and Britanny. The Cheetit was bent over the couch and naked as could be with the exception of various bindings: leather collar with tinkle bell, ball-gag, leather blindfold, arms behind her back with hands secured with handcuffs while the more petite girl was pounding her asshole firmly with a strap-on.
Yes, strap-on. The Shaguar was wearing a pair of leather panties with a thick blue dildo in the front and wearing a spiked black leather collar. She continued to slam the toy back and forth in the larger, curvier pokégirl’s asshole, making the Cheetit squeal into her ball-gag. “Yeah, that’s right, bitch! Gonna take my money out of your ass!” Sheila crowed as she SMACKED Britanny’s spotted ass-cheek hard!
Ranma was torn. Part of her recognized Britanny as her friend, and as such, wanted to save her.
The much larger part of her didn’t want to be spotted, for fear said faux-cock would then be turned upon her own ass.
She pretended the part of her that seemed to consider the latter thought a good thing, was steadfastly ignored with a hit placed on it.
So, carefully closing the door behind her, the pigtailed Tigress did her best to stay quiet as she watched her friend Britanny moan, squirm, and get her ass pounded like Ryoga’s fingers stabbing into stone like a Bakusai Tenketsu—kami-sama knew the Cheetit was probably feeling it like those poor rocks had.
Sheila was purring up a storm, enjoying herself as she continued to ride the Cheetit mercilessly. “Yeah... you love it, don’t you bitch? Love being taken like the little cunt you are? You love my thick cock up your ass, don't you?” Sheila taunted, once more smacking the woman’s bubblicious booty with her hand, watching it jiggle for a moment. Damn, this was almost worth losing that money!
Quietly, Ranma slid to a spot where she could observe what was happening—hopefully without having her last cherry plucked. If nothing else, she could enjoy the show.
Hey; wasn’t like she had anywhere else to be or go! Besides, she was just staying to... make certain Britanny was okay, really. She wasn’t a pervert or anything!
Besides, she... needed to air out her boxers... yeah. That was why she was removing a few articles of clothing when she found a nice place to watch without being seen.
Sheila’s ears twitched but she kept on thrusting, pounding away at the Cheetit's ass, abusing her anus with abandon. “Come on, Cheetah! Squeeze it! Squeeze it tight! I know you love it! Squeeze it hard and cum for me bitch! CUM!” the petite Shaguar commanded.
Britanny was crying harder into the gag; her whole body trembling. She was so ashamed, so humiliated... and she was loving it. She reared her head back, crying into the gag as she did indeed orgasm; her pussy just flooding with fluids, which just pooled on the floor between her knees and Sheila’s feet.
Ranma-chan just gawked, watching as the Cheetit trembled and came, the woman’s body crashing like a freight train that—OH SHIT, SHEILA WAS GRINNING AT HER!
Smirking at the horrified Tigress she’d heard enter the room thanks to her superior Shaguar hearing, the petite feline tilted her head. “So... you want a turn too?”
The striped feline pokégirl opened her mouth... only to then close it shut with an audible click. While her first instinct had been to scream, ‘no’ and run away... she’d found out that this world seemed to RUN on lesbian sex, quite literally. So it really wasn’t a taboo at all! It was just the way things ran!
And it’s not like Akane was around to wring her neck.
“As long as that thing isn’t going up my ass,” the pigtailed Tigress said firmly. “I’d rather NOT go through something like that any time soon.”
Nodding her head in understanding, Sheila had to admit she didn’t blame the striped Cat-type. She’d mostly done that to punish Britanny for being so damned loose with any money that came her way. “I promise... I can think of something else.”
Raising an eyebrow, Ranma chirruped, “Something else?”
Pulling her face up from between the trembling Tigress’ legs, Sheila licked her lips once, twice. Okay... wow! It was official. This girl was more sensitive than a Titmouse! A TITMOUSE!
But Thousand Goddesses damn, if she wasn’t twice as SWEET! It was rare for the Shaguar to go down on another girl but... yep. Her senses hadn’t lied to her. There was just something about this Tigress that was BETTER than other pokégirls, something more satisfying.
Grinning, Sheila gave another lick to Ranma’s puffy labial folds to get the rest of the striped feline pokégirl’s orgasm, smiling with pride at the weak mewl and small tremble of the body. “Damn... you are DEFINITELY a good one... I can understand how Britanny fucked up the quest I put her on...”
Not that she’d FORGIVE the Cheetit... she just understood the situation better. It must have been hard to concentrate on what you had to do with this satisfying piece of sexy striped tail around for the taking.
“......Gurgle,” was all Ranma could offer in response, her mind short-circuited by Sheila’s devilish tongue. The fact she wasn't speaking in l33t was more due to just how good Sheila’s rough feline tongue was.
A small part wondered if it was the same Sheila she had seen written about in some of the bathroom stalls at the Taverngirl Tavern and Inn... and the waitress’ apartment’s bathroom wall.
That part soon went offline, as there simply wasn’t enough brain power or function left to continue it.
“MYNE!” Britanny cried, once again trying to rip free of her restraints. How dare Sheila take pussy that rightfully belonged to her!?
Sheila’s eye twitched as she heard that cry. She slowly raised her head and turned to look over her shoulder as she saw the bound Cheetit struggling with the Heavy Restraints she was bound within. “What’s this? Someone slipped free of their ball-gag already?” The petite Ice/Fighting-type smirked as she asked ever-so-sweetly, “Would you like me to put it back in place?”
“That pussy is MYNE!” Britanny yelled.
Putting on a thoughtful expression, Sheila tilted her head. “And you owe me how much?” she asked point-blank. “I will gladly stop, should you pony up all the Standard League Credits now.”
That made the spotted feline pokégirl pause in her tirade. “...Um...”
The Shaguar didn’t let up. “And while we’re at it, have you heard the latest laws about how much a person has to pay if the courts find them guilty of stealing?”
Despite being 7’, the Cheetit was feeling smaller than Sheila. “Well, you see...”
“And to add further to your pain,” Sheila smirked deviously. “I simply do not care. Those restraints are rated strong enough to hold a Snorlass from an all-you-can-eat buffet, and I feel like seconds.”
“Wuh-wait...” Ranma-chan said as she lifted her head; her chest heaving up and down from how hard she was breathing.
Sheila turned back to the Tigress, watching those perky-nippled mammaries rise and fall in time with the pokégirl's much-needed heaving of oxygen. “Yes, Ranma?”
“Wuh...” she coughed. “What about Pewtit City? Weren’t we supposed to head out today?”
The ring-patterned feline pokégirl paused to consider that. She DID want her Evolution Stones. “...After a shower and lunch,” Sheila finally replied.
“Um... okay,” Ranma said, accepting that. “What’s for lunch?” she inquired curiously. She was hungry, after all... for anything that wasn’t candy.
She didn’t want her teeth to rot, after all...
“You!” Sheila chirruped quite happily.
“Um... OH!” the pigtailed Tigress squeaked, as Sheila dove on in. Closing her legs around the Shaguar’s head, Ranma-chan brought her hands down. “Buh-but...” she tried, only to shiver as Sheila performed the technique ‘Seductive Purr’... right in a very sensitive area.
“OoooOOOOooo~OooOooh...” was the Tigress’ broken throaty moan as she tried to wrap her legs tigther around the smaller pokégirl. Oh FUCK this was good!
“MYNE!” Britanny cried, once again trying—and failing—to break her restraints.
Rearing her head back, the pigtailed Fighting-type cried out in pleasure, her body trembling. “Whatever!” Ranma squeaked, as she rocketed towards yet another orgasm. She promised herself, if she ever returned home and got a human body back, she’d find the one fiancée who could do this to her girl form, and marry them!
Fuck what her parents wanted! Happy times were the best!
Surprising herself, Sheila’s purring wasn’t forced as she continued to eat out the Tigress... and she didn’t consider herself a submissive one iota! It’s just that this really was the BEST pussy she ever had to taste! She had really enjoyed it the first time but... God, she still didn’t know what it was but eating out Ranma REALLY satisfied a need within her, quelled a burning desire she didn't know she had.
“AAUUUGHHOOOOOYYYEEEAAAHH!” Ranma cried out as she kicked her legs up at either side of Sheila’s head as the more petite Cat-type dove her tongue even further up into her love-tunnel.
No wonder her fiancées were always jumping her when she was a guy! If sex was this good, he might try and get them to do something for HIS girl-side whenever possible! In fact, if she got back and her true form restored, the Tigress promised herself that she wouldn’t rest until they felt what she was feeling right now! How bad would it look if her skills to please them weren’t even half...
Her mind reset again, as Sheila’s rough feline tongue simultaneously hit both her clit and her g-spot, while vibrating from her purring.
Sheila grinned as the spray love-fluids hit her face, lacking the ammonia smell that would have disgusted her. Damn, she was either very good or the Tigress had the sensitivity of the fabled males of the human race!
Either way, she was the SHIZNIT!
Closing her eyes, Sheila did her best to clean up the orgasming Tigress’ pussy, lapping up at all the deliciousness that her tongue could reach. Oh yeah, for knowing the Tigress less than twenty-four hours... she was already liking her more than Britanny; someone she’d known for over a decade!
Hmm... speaking of the Cheetit, maybe she could get some use out of her?
Starting to ease up in her struggles, the spotted Cat-type was cursing out her luck as she was made to suffer such indignities and lack of tasty Tigress twat. She wasn’t a bad pokégirl, was she? Sure she may have owed money to her sisters, Sheila, the Jahana Corp. Department Store and various PokéMarts across the League... but that didn’t make her a bad person, did it?
She was taken out of her reverie by a shout of, “Hey!”
Britanny blinked her eyes once, twice, realizing that Sheila was almost nose-to-nose with her. “...Yes?” she replied slowly.
Smirking, the Shaguar commanded, “Groom my face.”
“...What?” Britanny asked calmly, eyes twitching.
“Well, our friend just exploded all over my being,” Sheila stated innocently, well, as innocently as a naked pokegirl could. “And I had hoped you would help me clean up this... tasteful mess,” she added, leaning in close so she knew the scents would hit Britanny. “But if you won’t, I’ll just have to pause and go wash up.”
Whimpering, the Cheetit wanted that flavor so badly... but she didn’t want to give the Shaguar the satisfaction of giving into her orders... but... Ranma’s taste...
Forgoing pride, the Cheetit opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Craning her head forward, she started by lapping at the Shaguar’s forehead.
“Ye~esss,” the petite Shaguar cackled. “Yes, give in to my whims! Accept me as your—OWOWOWOWOWWW! No biting!” Sheila yelled, pulling back a bit. Yeah, the taste was good, but not ‘bite-the-underlying-flesh-off’ good!!
Now Britanny blushed. “...Sorry. But you had this tasty pocket of collected flavor right in your eyebrow...” she grinned wider. “So damned tasty!”
Having had a few minutes to herself to breathe deeply and regain much-needed oxygen to her brain, Ranma was able to finally become aware of her surroundings and what was going on... and being said.
Despite how perverted the situation was, she couldn’t help but smile with pride. She tasted THAT good?
Sheila, however, was still in Mistress-of-the-Damned mode. “That doesn't matter!” she bellowed, slapping Britanny’s left breast, making sure her nails grazed the nipple. “Never injure your Mistress!”
As more and more blood returned to her head, other thoughts began to enter Ranma’s mind. Did she feel a draft? Why did she feel dehydrated? Why were earrings now in her nipples? Did she have to keep her legs up like that—they ached!!
“Maybe I shall have that as your punishment,” Sheila continued, ignoring her recovering addiction. “Maybe I’ll take Ranma and keep you from enjoying her...”
“NO!” Britanny cried out in horror. “I found her first! I cared for her first! Hell! I FUCKED HER FIRST!” she roared. “You are NOT taking Ranma from me!!”
Ranma blinked her eyes once, twice. Wait. Were women fighting over her here as well?
Well, fuck her but if Nabiki wasn’t right... the more things change, the more they stay the same...
What it came down to was simple: Sheila would ask Brit to promise her something, Britanny would agree, while trying to shatter her bindings and muff-dive into Ranma’s open legs.
In the end, Sheila got the Cheetit to promise to repay the money, help Sheila get real evolving stones, her first-born, the legal right to tattoo ‘Sheila’s Private Pussy’ on Britanny’s ass, and the use of Brit’s backdoor whenever Sheila felt the need to demonstrate her dominance in public.
Britanny wasn’t in the middle of a Taming Need, but damn it, who wants to give up excellent pussy of such quality!?
Who says friendship is dead?
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