[Episode 101339] [Episode 101339]With her arm around the purple haired woman’s shoulder, Sylvia nodded and sighed in relief. Well, at least the male Weresmilodon seemed to tolerate her presence, kind of like Miss Ranko did. “Yeah.” She idly glanced behind her and grimaced. Trisha was shivering even worse than before and seemed really tense. Were the rumors true after all? Did the Smilodon actually suck a person’s soul right out of them? Or maybe they only absorbed the soul of Werecats of the opposite gender. After all, Trisha never acted that way around the female Smilodon…
Okay, that wasn’t totally true, but after getting to know Miss Ranko a little, Trisha wasn’t AS nervous around the other Werecat as she was before. But still, she didn’t act all nervous, fidgety, and scared stiff all at the same time. Just what was up with that?
Ranma frowned as the girl in his arms shuddered again. What was up with that? It wasn’t like he was hurting her or anything. ‘Must be the cold or something.’ He reasoned. Though, to him, it sure didn’t feel very cold out. He wasn’t touching any bruises or any place improper, so he didn’t have the faintest clue what was going on with the girl. He shook his head as Jane pulled on the door and grimaced. “What’s wrong?”
The Dragon in human form turned to him and shook her head. “Door’s locked.” It wouldn’t be a problem for her or for Ranma to break it down, but she had a feeling that the two girls she was with weren’t exactly used to doing what it took to survive.
The Smilodon rolled his eyes and adjusted the Weretigress in his arms some more. “Jus’ kick it down. I don’t have time ta pick the lock.” Why the hell did she need to tell him that? Oh wait, the door might have been unlocked in the first place, no need to do more damage than necessary.
Jane rolled her eyes. “I was going to do that anyway.” She muttered. Taking a breath, even with the Elf leaning on her, the Ex-Wyrm leaned back a bit and did a front kick forward, shattering the frame of the door.
The Elf was slightly impressed and intimidated by the casual feat of strength that the woman just showed her as she blew the door off of the hinges. If the woman had kicked her like that, she’d probably be hurt pretty bad, or worse. She had to idly wonder just how strong the Smilodon was.
Shaking his head, Ranma ducked down a bit to avoid banging his head on the top of the door frame as he stepped inside. Looking around, he saw that it was a bit bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. There was a room to the right and to the left; there was a door that was closed. “Hopefully, they have beds.” He muttered a bit.
Jane nodded and walked to the room on the right. “Yeah… There should be some stuff in here… Maybe.” She added at the end. Of course, if there were any medical supplies, mundane or magical, she was going to steal them.
Sighing, Ranma walked over to the left door and nodded as it opened up. Looking around, he could see that it was some sort of examination room. He blinked as thoughts of Nabiki and Kasumi’s soaps came to mind that one time he actually bothered to watch what they were watching. He couldn’t remember much of it, since it had been awhile ago, but he did remember something about illicit liaisons or something like that in a medical examination room. Shaking his head, he placed the trembling Weretigress onto the table. Shaking his head, he went over to the cabinets and started digging around for different supplies. “You know, girl, I’m not going to hurt you, so calm down.” He said after awhile and noticed that she was still trembling a bit.
Trisha shuddered a bit. Ever since the Weresmilodon had picked her up back in that dungeon, she had been feeling this disconcerting feeling envelope and wrap around her body. It was an oddly… Pleasant feeling, yet undesirable at the same time. Was this how it felt to get your soul sucked out of your body? It sure didn’t feel like when silver touched a Were’s body, that stuff burned considerably. Maybe he was just sampling her soul a bit at a time and would take it all before he left her. She had to bite back a moan as she felt her nipple harden considerably against her shirt. Dear Bastet-Sama, what was wrong with her?
****
Jane grumbled as she looked through the cabinets in the room she was in. Didn’t ANYONE keep any bandages or anything around here? All she saw was some tape, salves, and various potions in the cabinets; she planned on stealing the majority of it before she left.
“Um…” Came the voice of the Elf. “Thank you. For saving me and Trisha back there.”
Jane turned to face her and coolly raised a dark purple eyebrow. She was actually thanking her for something? Not many people did that. “Aren’t you afraid of me? I am working with the Smilodon after all.”
Sylvia shook her head. “No way. I mean, yeah, you’re with the Smilodon and all.” And since most people were deathly afraid of the Smilodon, they’d find the purple haired woman guilty by association, even if she hadn’t done anything wrong. “But… You two don’t seem to be that bad.”
The purple eyed woman frowned lightly. Had she really gotten so soft that where before she would have eaten someone who annoyed her, that now she either just ignored them or worked with them? ‘Can’t believe how soft I’m getting. I used to eat Elves, now I’m saving one?’ She asked herself. Of course, she used to eat Elves, cows, Trolls, Ogres, humans and other races. ‘It doesn’t matter.’ She thought to herself. She was basically given a chance to get back at the people she hated, all she had to do was behave around the inferior races and she’d be okay. Of course, G’nolga could kick her ass if she wanted to, Rook was pretty dammed powerful, Tanya was a mage, one she could respect at the very least, and then there was Ranma, the most feared being of them all. Thinking that, Jane sweat-dropped a bit, a stupid Werecat was more feared than a Dragon, it just wasn’t right.
****
She was hot, unbearably so, her clothing felt REALLY tight against her body, not to mention the fact that she could barely think straight. The Weretigress moaned a bit and rubbed her legs together as her loins heated up unbearably. Dammit, what was wrong with her? She shouldn’t be getting like this. “Calm down Trish, Sylvia… The Smilodon… Mommy.” She whimpered out.
Ranma turned and looked at her; the girl REALLY wasn’t looking so well. Frowning a bit, he walked up to the Weretigress and placed a hand on her forehead. “Hey, you okay?” Last thing he needed was for her to catch the flu and die, then someone turn right around and blame him for it.
Trisha winced as she felt the Smilodon touch her head. The back of his hand sent electric sensations coursing through her, especially increasing the incessant pounding in her skull. "Please..." Oh gods, the feelings were getting worse.
Ranma frowned a bit deeper. What the hell was wrong with her? She was rather hot on her forehead, hmm, might have a fever. He grimaced, just what he needed, her to die because of the flu, and he'd get blamed for it. "Please... What?" He asked her seriously.
"Please..." Trisha gasped. Her whole body shivered. "Please don't eat my soul..." She managed to whimper out before crying, tears started to trek down her facial fur. Oh, her lifetime had been pure hell. The capture by the female Smilodon, (who was rather hospitable) not having the Edge Guard listen to her, the sheer torture that monster did to her, and now having her soul eaten bit by bit by a hungry Smilodon. At least the pain would end if he was merciful.
Ranma's eye twitched. Where the HELL did she get the idea he was going to eat her soul? Hell, the only thing he ate was cooked food from the animals that were slaughtered, and he wasn't talking about Werecats any. "Where the hell do you get THAT idea from?!" He hissed out to her, quite angry that she would think he would do something like that. He was no monster; at least he didn't think so.
However, acting as he was towards the tired and abused Weretigress as he was now, Ranma indeed seemed like one to Trisha. "S-sorry..." She whimpered out. She just wanted this pain to end. She just wanted to die.
Ranma snorted a bit. He couldn't understand what the heck was wrong with her. Last time they had seen each other, she wasn't this bad. Of course, last time they had seen each other, he was in female form. "Yeah, whateveah." He said while feeling her face a bit. "You're rather warm." He said. "Feeling sick?"
"A... A little..." Trisha panted out, sweating. "Head hurts... Stomach hurts..." She winced. "Other places too..." She admitted. She wasn't about to tell him her uterus felt like it was on fire. Just because she was a Werecat didn't mean she was a slut sleeping around.
Ranma shook his head. "Dammit." He sighed a bit. He looked at the cabinet. "Just hold on a second." He said and went over to the cabinet. Reaching in, he pulled out a vial of green liquid. He turned to her and held the bottle up. "This a healin' potion or sumthin'?"
Sitting up as best she could, Trisha tried to concentrate, to see the vial. "Don't know... Don't see a label..." Of course, she should have realized that the label was on the other side of the bottle.
Ranma rolled his eyes and walked over to her and placed the vial in her hands. "Now do you see?" He couldn't read the strange language that these people used. Those weird symbols that he had seen all over this place, he didn’t know what the hell they were, nor could he read them. They seemed like Kanji, but he wasn’t sure.
Blinking her eyes, Trisha was TRYING to keep her vision focused. It was just so hard to, with all the pounding she felt. And the fire in her belly just kept getting worse.
"Well?" Ranma asked a bit gruffly as he stared at the girl. What WAS taking so long? It shouldn't be THAT hard to read a freaking label, should it?
After a moment, Trisha said, "It's a wart remover."
Ranma groaned. "Okay." He said and went back to the cabinet, digging around for something that could work.
Trisha watched Ranma searching. She didn't know why but she kept staring at his butt. She had to fight off a sudden drool attack as he unconsciously flexed his ass.
Ranma shook his head. He grabbed three containers, each with a different liquid in them, one blue, one green, and one yellow. He turned to her and wondered just why she looked even worse than before. Shaking his head, he walked over to her and placed the three vials next to the Weretigress. "Any of these healin' potions?" He asked.
Looking over the three bottles, Trisha groaned. "Herpes, warts, and gonorrhea..." Trisha managed a small chuckle. "God, this sounds like Tirga's doctor."
Ranma shook his head. He didn't know who this Tirga person was, but he had a feeling that whoever it was, he or she must have spent a lot of time at the doctor's office. "Well... I don't think there's a healin' potion up there." He said and shook his head.
Trisha nodded and groaned. That burning feeling was really getting to her. She looked up at the smilodon. Bastet, he looked rather nice. "What's you name?"
The Smilodon raised an eyebrow and looked at her. At least she wasn't so terrified anymore, if the fact that she wasn’t looking at him in stark terror meant anything. "Ranma." He said honestly.
The Weretigress nodded. "Trisha..."
Ranma nodded. "Okay." He said. He already knew her name from before, but he had nearly forgotten their names. He sniffed the air some. There was that smell again. Just what was it? He mentally slapped himself when an errant thought came to his head. Dammit! He didn't need to be thinking such perverted thoughts at that moment.
Finally, the Weretigress just gave up. She had been trying to fight all these feelings and it was making her feel worse and worse. So fuck it! She was going to go along with it, and hopefully she'd get better. "Your name is Ranma?" Trisha repeated. "Nice name... At least I know who I'll be sleeping with."
Ranma got a bit bug-eyed at that. "Wha?" He said, just before the Weretigress pounced on him.
***
"You hear something?" Sylvia asked, her pointed ears twitching a bit.
Jane raised an eyebrow. "Hear what?" She didn’t hear anything. Of course, she DID have her head in one of the cabinets, surrounded by medical supplies as she looked them over to determine which ones she would take with.
Sylvia shook her head. "Nothing. Just thought I heard a crash is all." She was CERTAIN that she heard a crash. Elves, Jagweres and Dragons had VERY sensitive hearing, better than nearly any other race out there.
***
Trisha purred as she had the smilodon on his back. For some reason, the electric sensation she felt as the kissed was helping to ease her pounding headache. And just felt NICE!
Ranma blinked once, twice, three times, before shrugging it off and returning the kiss. Wrapping his arms around the girl he found himself, to his shock, purring back against her. Idly, he remembered the last time a girl jumped him like this; it hadn't gone like this though. He groaned when he felt a certain sensation in his pants start hardening.
Trisha tentatively used her tongue to push into the Smilodon's mouth. This felt good, but she was still VERY nervous. The first AND last time she had sex, she had given herself to that rather nice Weretiger... Who happened to dump her three hours after they did the deed. She didn't want to be thought of as a sex-toy, but she just wanted, no, NEEDED to be with this man right now.
Ranma grunted under the woman's assault. Damn, she was rather hot, and she was giving her body to him. Hmm... Might as well take her offer. Any thoughts of him becoming a slut were ruthlessly suppressed by his libido. Growling a bit, Ranma pulled back and smirked viciously at the Weretigress, before grabbing her shirt and pulling it up and off of her.
Trisha gasped as her breasts were freed as the Weresmilodon viciously tore her jerkin. "R-Ranma!" Trisha shouted in embarrassment. "P-please be gentle!"
Ranma nodded a bit and fixated on her furry orbs. Grinning a bit, he leaned forward and gave her breasts a long lick. The feel of fur on his rough, feline tongue was quite different.
Leaning her head back, Trisha moaned loudly. "Ah! Ah! Ah! AH! Y-yessss..." She hissed, pushing her chest out to his face.
Purring a bit, Ranma caressed her back with his rough hands while nibbling and licking her breasts. Idly, he was comparing them to Brianna's, before the girl had shifted to that short hybrid form. These were furrier and a bit fuller than the blonde girl's orbs, he could only wonder about the rest of her body as well.
Trisha just purred. "R-Ranmaaaaaa...."
Growling a bit, Ranma squeezed Trisha's ass with his hands while continuing his work on her right breast. He frowned as that restrictive cloth got in the way. Well, he could take care of that. Gripping the sides of her pants, he unsheathed his claws and shredded her pants and underwear, before going back to her ass and squeezing her there. Ranma purred in satisfaction, now he could freely grab her ass-cheeks without that stupid cloth getting in the way.
The Weretigress mewled like a helpless kitten. She felt so immature, so childish sounding like that. But she couldn't help it! She liked it! She liked having her orange-furred naked body on display for the Weresmilodon. "Please be gentle..." She managed to whimper again, pressing her ass back into his hands.
Ranma smirked a bit. So she wanted him to be gentle huh? Well, at least he wouldn't be AS rough as with the other girls, who demanded sex from him. Though, it was getting a bit harder to concentrate on being gentle and not just taking the girl fast and hard right there and then. Licking a hardened nipple and scratching her ass a bit, he had to wonder just why he was doing this with someone he hardly knew.
Leaning her head back, Trisha continued to mewl. "S-so good..." She whimpered, her hands going to Ranma's shoulders to help balance herself and rub his shoulders.
Purring and grunting a bit, Ranma stood up and lifted Trisha up, before laying her face down on the bed, her ass hanging over the side as he pulled off his shirt, then dropped his pants and boxers.
Trying to look over her shoulder, Trisha blushed. This was it. She was going to be taken. Whimpering a little, she spread her legs for Ranma.
Purring the Weresmilodon got behind her and positioned his large, furry cock at her pussy. He yowled, an electric sensation running through him as he felt her fluids splash over him. Purring he bent over a bit and placed his hands on either side of her head before pushing in a bit.
Her eyes widening in shock, Trisha yowled loudly. "BY BASTET!!!" The Weretigress screamed, her loins felt ablaze as she felt that smilodon cock invade her tight tigress folds.
Ranma grunted a bit and continued to push into her. One thing he noticed, idly, was that she was large enough that he didn't have to coax and massage her inner folds much to get her to take his member in. He was quite thankful for that, considering how freaking large he really was.
Pressing her head against the bed, Trisha yowled louder. "S-so big!" She cried out, literally. Her claws were gripping and tearing at the bed-sheets.
Purring, Ranma gripped her shoulders and laid his chest on her back as he continued to push in. Damn, she was bigger than the other girls, but she sure was a bit tighter than them. He sighed and purred a bit as he felt his hips meet her ass.
Yowling louder, Trisha's tail went to wrap around Ranma's waist. "K-keep it in there!" She begged. She could feel the electric sensations form his cock coursing through her pussy, relieving some of the heat she felt.
Ranma grunted a bit and wrapped his hands around her upper body to squeeze and caress her breasts. He purred a bit, his tail wagging back and forth as she grinded her butt against him.
Trisha groaned louder, grinding her ass back against his hips. "Yesssssss..." The Weretigress hissed, tears going down her cheeks. "Feels so good... Please don't stop. Please!"
Ranma purred a bit and pulled out suddenly, before thrusting back in hard enough to shake the bed a bit. He yowled a bit, her warm and wet pussy sending euphoric sensations through him.
Arching her back, Trisha cried out in passion and pain. "YES! S-so good! Please! More! MORE!"
Purring, Ranma grinned and built up speed as he continued to plunder the Weretigress's hot little twat with his monster member. As he did that, he squeezed and caressed her breasts mercilessly. His hot, sticky pre-cum slid out of his member and into her hot depths as he continued to couple with her.
Trisha's body thrashed as she continued to feel Ranma fuck her with abandon. She was beyond words for now, and could only rowl and hiss as her pussy was being jack hammered.
Purring, Ranma nuzzled her neck as he continued to plunder her tight little twat. His hands grasped and squeezed her breasts mercilessly as he raised his head to lick her ear. God did this feel swell.
The Weretigress panted and mewled. She could feel that thick meat sliding back and forth in her. She wanted it, oh how she wanted it all! It was taking away the pain and making her feel SO good! She didn't want this to end!
Grunting a bit, Ranma moved his right hand from her right breast to rub up and down her abdomen. He idly noted that he felt a rather hard ball of some sort when he got close to her slit. Not really knowing what it was, or what it could do, Ranma pinched and rolled the Weretigress's clit between his thumb and index finger.
Trisha arched her back as her entire body stiffed. "RRRRAAAANNNMAAAAAAA!!!" The Weretigress shouted. That did it. That clit-pinching was the last bit of stimulus she needed to send her over the edge. Rowling in pleasure, her pussy tightened and clenched around Ranma's member, trying to coax him for his seed.
Grunting, Ranma moaned and shuddered as his member expanded at the base, his semen pushing through his cock until it exploded out of the head of his member, filling the Weretigress's love channel and womb with his Weresmilodon seed.
Trisha purred huskily as she felt the smilodon seed flood her Weretigress womb. "S-so good..." She mewled as her body started to lose strength.
Ranma growled as Trisha slumped a bit. Oh no, he wasn't done yet, she got him worked up, he needed to get off at least one more time or he'd have a freaking boner for hours. So thinking he pulled out of her pussy. She seemed rather full there, but idly, he wondered about that other hole of hers.
Panting, Trisha looked back at Ranma. "R-ranma?" She mewled pathetically.
Ranma purred and smirked at her. Without saying anything, he grabbed her ass-cheeks with his hands, having taken them off of her breasts and clit a moment ago, and squeezed her there.
Trisha purred. "Yess..." She hissed. "Your hands feel SO good..."
Purring a bit more, Ranma spread her ass-cheeks a bit, before placing the head of his Smilodon manhood at her anus and start to push in. "OOOOOHHH!" He moaned. Damn, she was MUCH tighter in her ass.
Her eyes widening, Trisha yowled loudly. "OW!! R-RANMA!"
Not listening, or perhaps not caring at that moment, Ranma continued to push into her tight, little, hot and heavenly anus. She was so freaking tight that he had to take shorter thrusts to get in. In a way, it reminded him of when he did Six or G'nolga, with their twats being so damn tight. He purred a bit as the head of his member slid into her rectum. It was all down-hill from here.
Trisha yowled loudly in pain. She cried a bit as she buried her head into the bed. "It hurts! IT HURTS!"
Ranma stopped as he was half-way in. He looked at her and frowned. "It hurts?" He asked her, just staying where he was. Sighing a bit, Ranma rubbed Trisha's back. This actually hurt? It felt good to him. So why was it hurting her?
Feeling Ranma rub her back, the Weretigress started to relax. "Please go slow... Please?" She whimpered. "Tirga did me there one time... He wouldn't stop... Wouldn't stop..." She barely chocked out.
Ranma frowned. Gee, whoever this Tirga guy was, he seemed like a real jerk. Nodding, Ranma started to push in again, this time going a bit slower than he had before.
Trisha closed her eyes as she braced herself. "It wasn't so bad this time."
Ranma nodded and continued to push in slowly into the Weretigress's ass. Damn, with how tight she was back here, he could take a guess that it probably didn't feel too good to have your ass invaded by a large prick like his.
After a moment, Trisha could feel that meat packed into her to the hilt. She gently wrapped her striped tail around Ranma's waist. "Please be gentle."
Grunting a bit, Ranma bent down and licked her ear while his hands cupped and massaged her breasts. "I hope ya know..." He said while grinding his hips into her buns and caressing her breasts. "I'm not the bad guy here."
Trisha nodded her head slowly. "At least you're not accountable for rape..." She joked weakly.
Ranma grunted a bit and squeezed her breasts tightly. "I should screw yer ass hard for that remark." He said, licking her ear and pulling out a bit. He wasn’t a rapist. Hell, every time he had sex, the women jumped him, not the other way around. Purring a bit, Ranma then shoved forward, quite hard.
Trisha whimpered a little. She was sensitive back there.
Purring a bit, Ranma smiled and pulled out some more before thrusting in even faster. His rough and furry hands squeezed and massaged her breasts for all they were worth. He had to admit, her breasts were furry, but they had a definite silky feel to them.
Blushing, Trisha blushed as she felt Ranma play with her breasts. "Yes... So good." She moaned out, grinding her ass against his hips, her fluids splashing out onto the floor.
Grunting a bit, Ranma purred as he continued to thoroughly fuck the Weretigress's back-door. Taking his left hand, he moved it down to her slit and started rubbing her there, the rather hot wetness felt rather good too.
Yowling louder, Trisha's body trembled in pleasure. "Yessssssssss..." She hissed while wiggling her hips. "Feels SO good."
Grunting as he felt the muscles in her back door start quivering around his member, Ranma started to pick up his thrusting in and out of her ass while pushing his middle finger into her slit and rubbing her clit with his thumb.
Trisha rowled as her whole body began trembling again. "Ah! Yes! AH! R-Ranmaaaaaa..." She mewled pathetically. "A-a-almost therrrrre..."
Ranma purred and panted a bit. Damn, he was getting close himself. Growling, his eyes seemingly glowed as he inserted two of his big, hairy fingers into her pussy and started jack hammering away at her ass with abandon. His right hand pulled, tugged and twisted at her hard right nipple as he continued to screw the Weretigress's asshole.
That did it. Rowling loudly, Trisha's body shook as another orgasm swept through her body. "YESSSSSS! SO GOOD!!!"
Moaning as he felt her ass tighten considerably around his member, Ranma shuddered and slammed his aching cock into her ass as it twitched, enlarged and exploded, sending his thick, creamy load into her bowels.
Yowling at the top of her lungs, Trisha's body collapsed forward onto the bed completely as her strength left her.
Ranma slumped over her and purred loudly as his manhood continued to spray his load into her bowels. Damn, this girl was a ride and a half; kind of like Six, or Brianna, in that regard.
Just then, the door opened, though it sure wasn’t loud, and even if it was, there was no way that Ranma could have defended himself in his precarious position.
Standing at the door in her black pants and blue shirt, Jane’s right eye twitched as she came upon the scene in front of her. Far be it for her to blame the Werecat, it couldn’t be his fault for getting into this situation after all. There wasn’t a single time that he had gotten laid yet where he started the bout of sex. Nope, the real problem was the women that kept jumping his bones. G’nolga had jumped him that first time, followed shortly there-after by Six, and both times, Ranma had never started it. Of course, he didn’t fight very hard against it, but what could she expect? He was a guy, once they got seriously aroused, it was really hard for them to think straight, so, she couldn’t really be expected to hold a grudge against him for doing what came natural, could she? Nope, the real blame lay with that gutter slut Werecat that would call herself a woman.
Trisha barely had time to blink as a fist hit her in the temple, knocking her out cold. Thankfully, the blow was only meant to knock her out, not seriously hurt her, so, she’d be alright in an hour or so.
The purple eyed woman smirked, that had felt good. She shook her head as she watched Ranma pull out of the Werecat’s ass with a loud *POP*! “Uhhh… Hungry.” He said.
Jane shook her head and rolled her eyes. “By Bah’mut, don’t you ever get enough sex?” She said while looking at his member and comparing it to Fauntleroy’s. Yep, he was definitely bigger than her husband. Hmm…
“Uh…” Ranma blinked as Jane looked at him a little weird.
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