Ranma was just starting to really get into Shampoo (quite literally - it looked as if she was trying to jam her entire head in), when she received a vicious kick into the side that threw her off the newly created catgirl.
"How dare you slut touch my precious pet Shampoo?!" Mousse roared, standing over the blinking catgirl, who was still wondering about the sudden loss of Ranma's tongue inside her snatch. "She is mine and mine alone, and no dirty mongrel cat slut will defile my property with her filthy touch!"
Ranma hissed at him, and Shampoo, who had finally caught up to the situation, did the same. Ranma made some lightning-quick slashing motions in Mousse's direction, and without even having touched him, the air pressure alone reduced his clothes to tatters. Several dozen weapons that had been concealed in his robes dropped to the ground, but the chinese boy wasn't discouraged. He picked up one of the three double-handed swords and went into a fighting stance, angling the weapon to strike at Ranma, should she dare apporach.
Suddely his eyes went wide.
Mousse had felt Shampoo's soft kitty lips playing over his balls, until she had wrapped her muzzle around his entire scrotum. Tears came to Mousse's eyes, and he felt as if he had gone to heaven - until he felt the touch of dozens of needle-sharp teeth. Tears were still coming to his eyes, but for very different reasons.
Shampoo gripped his balls gently, but with a definite hint at the alternative to gentleness. She mumbled around her filled mouth, "Mramma thuck Mouthhe."
Ranma cocked her head. "Nwhy suck Mousse? Nya! He mean to meow!"
"Ith contetht!" Shampoo lisped around her precious mouthfull. She might have been a fucktoy now, but she still knew her Amazon customs - a fact that made Mousse blanch.
Mousse shivered. If Ranma, as an outsider female, challenged Mousse to a physical contest - any physical contest - Mousse would have to accept. And if Ranma won, Mousse would have to be subservient to her for the rest of his life. Mousse had never feared this happening, since he was a so proficient fighter - but Ranma was far more likely to choose a completely different arena of competition. and while he thought he had an edge in fighting over a mere horny animal, Mousse had no illusions about outlasting the bouncy cat slut when it came to sex.
Not that he would have lasted even a single round against Ranma, even in a fighting match, but he didn't know that.
Ranma grinned up at him and extended her tongue, licking a drop of precum from his penis. She wrapped her well-trained muzzle around his cock, and started sucking and licking in earnest. Mousse came into her mouth in under five minutes, and Ranma swallowed all of it proudly.
Position after position was assumed by the two contestants. Starting with basics like Missionary, 69 and doggy, of course, they quickly worked their way through almost the entire Kama Sutra for Cats, before Mousse whimpered his surrender - at the end of his endurance, and literally drained.
Shampoo proudly declared "Ranma winner! Now Myousse Ranma's slave. What Ranma's first command?"
"Fuck Ranma more!" the catgirl crowed happily, while Mousse collapsed unconscious.
Kasumi was watching through the window. She was quite happy that the two kitties had been able to defuse the situation without Kasumi having to start that computer again. She wondered what Ranma would do with a slave like Mousse. Probably not much besides fucking and possibly bringing her something to eat. She wasn't so sure whether she should allow this. After all, Ranma was being punished for being naughty, and if she suddenly had a slave to fulfill her every whim, that would hardly count as punishment.
She decided,
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