Sunlight streamed into the forest clearing, brushing across Ryoga's eyes as he lay in his sleeping bag under the morning sky. Raising an arm to block out the stray sunbeam, he blearily raised his head and looked about in the early morning light. The coals of the fire smoldered off to his right, still giving off a faint remnant of heat that warmed his right side like a furry, cuddly pokegirl.
Ryoga looked down at his right arm. There was a furry, cuddly pokegirl on his right side! Sometime during the night, Ranma had evidently awoken, cleaned herself up, and then climbed into the sleeping bag with him. Her fresh clean scent greeted him like a furry carress, waking him fully and arousing parts of him in ways he hadn't been ready to deal with so early in the morning.
For a brief moment, Ryoga almost wanted to run. To get away from this cute little pokegirl, his old rival, the one who had turned his world upside down last night. But then he remembered his vow from the night before. He would dominate this sexy little tigress, or his name wasn't Ryoga Hibiki!
With one hand he loosened his pants, and then kicked them off to the bottom of the sleeping bag they both still occupied. Rolling to his right, he soon found himself positioned above the still sleeping Ranma. He used one hand to hold himself above her so he would not wake her, and the other to position his powerful pole at her still moist sex. Moist, not the drenching wetness of the night before, but it still should be enough, he assumed. Ryoga marveled at the control he was displaying. Here he was, ready to plunge his cock into a sleeping girls damp cunt and he hadn't lost control yet. Ryoga shuddered as his body started to respond to his thoughts. No!he thought. I won't lose control this time! Ryoga clamped down on his control and fought off the rising ejectulation that threatened to end things too early. Steadying himself, he placed a hand on Ranma's hip, shifted the hand holding him up from the ground to her other hip, and lunged!
"Aieeeeee!" Ranma's scream of mixed pain and pleasure tore through the clearing as she went from asleep and empty to awake and a hundred and ten percent, filled to the brim, oh-my-gawd that's a damn big cock full! She bucked and swore and her claws slashed out along Ryoga's chest and arms, tearing his shirt to shreds but must of all she howled as the feelings inside her steamrolled her awakening consiousness into oblivion! Above her, Ryoga pounded into her, unheeding of the scratches and tears that appeared on his chest and arms as she flailed at him. Unheeding of her whimpering sobs, heartfelt screams, and pitiful whines as she tried to get used to his eternally hard cock overwhelming her with a pleasure so great her consious mind had no way of dealing with it. Ryoga pounded away, searching for his pleasure, and his domination of the whimpering tigress. If she wanted to be tamed by him, fine, but they were going to do it his way!
Fresh from a good night's sleep, Ryoga found he couldn't hold over his pleasure for as long as the night before, so it was a bare ten minutes of relentless taming before he spent himself inside the shuddering tigress. Spent and pleased with himself, he let himself collapse on top of Ranma's dazed form. The tigress had partially passed out from the taming, so great was her pleasure, and was now lying under Ryoga in a daze, still experiencing the last of a continuous string of orgasms.
Waiting to catch his breath, Ryoga retrieved his pants then climbed from the sleeping bag and began packing up the campsite, ready to move on for the day. Almost done, he turned to where Ranma still lay in the sleeping bag, a silly smile on her furry face.
"Damn, Ryoga! Give me a bit of warning next time," Ranma's complaint was blunted by the smile on her face and the lazy lust in her voice. "I was still sore from last night, too."
"What? The great Sextome stopped by a little pain?" Ryoga growled back, a little upset that Ranma didn't seem properly submissive, like he had half hoped she'd be, after that early morning taming. "Now you're starting to sound like a girl too!" Ryoga gave a short bark of laughter at this.
Ranma's eyes snapped open and glared at Ryoga, "Watch it, speedy! I've still got what it takes to take on you!" Ranma came out of the sleeping bag, looking for a fight, only to find that her legs were still too weak to support herself. Also, she could feel Ryoga's cum start to drain out of her and down her leg, and she had to resist the urge to bend down and lap it up like she had last night after Ryoga'd gone to bed. She thought she'd die of embarresment if he ever found that out.
"Looks like you're still too fucked to even stand up, Ranma!" Ryoga laughed then stepped forward to grab the still woozy Ranma around the waist. Ranma gave an angry squawk as Ryoga threw her over his shoulder, grabbing firmly on to her butt cheek to hold her in place. "How 'bout I just carry you until you get your strength back, ok, Ranma?"
Ranma mumbled something and let herself hang there. Struggling would get her nowhere, worse, when she moved, she rubbed her nipples over Ryoga's back and she could already feel herself getting aroused. Ryoga's hand on her butt was awful damn distracting too. She figured it was safer to just hang there until she could get her strength back and hopefully get at least a little control over her body back.
Satisfied that Ranma wasn't going anywhere for now, Ryoga grabbed up his backpack onto his other shoulder, and turned to head down the trail that lead away from the clearing.
"Hey, Ryoga?" Ranma sounded sullen but not angry.
"What is it, Ranma?"
"Don't forget my pack, it's off in the bushes somewhere."
"Ok." He started heading there.
"Oh, Ryoga?"
"Now what, Ranma?"
"How come yesterday you couldn't look at my pussy without blowing your load and now you've practically got it under your nose and ain't reactin'?"
Ryoga pondered that for a second before turning his head to speak over his shoulder, turning his head to stare directly, less then six inches from his face, a wet, glistening, freshly fucked pussy that even as he watched seemed to clench and expel a single drop of moistness that slowly dribbled down onto his shirt.
Ryoga's eyes rolled back into his head, he came in his pants, and passed out unconsious.
Thump!
Falling backwards onto Ranma.
"Hey! Someone get this dummy off of me!"
Mon Jan 21 21:26:57 2002