Ranma mewled at Ryouga's words. "Please, Master! No put Ranma on leash! Ranma see other Pokéwomen on leash sometimes. Only very stupid and docile Pokéwomen led on leash like dog. Ranma no want look like that."
Ryouga grinned. "Only really stupid and docile ones, you say? Well, that's you, isn't it? Can't talk properly, obeys every command without thought - Kitty, you belong on a leash. Don't worry, though. I'll make sure to get a big tag for your collar, reading "Ryouga's Pet" or "Silly Tigress", so that everybody can read it and know right away that you are just a dumb little Pokéwoman, who needs her master to lead her around an tell her what to do."
Ranma yowled in anguish.
Ryouga meanwhile hefted his own pack and the one formerly belonging to Ranma - now also his. He set off at a brisk pace, forcing Ranma to scurry to keep up with him on all fours. "Gotta keep going, if we want to reach civilization and take you to a pet shop for a fitting."
They walked like this for hours, and Ranma soon became accustomed to crawling along beside her master. She got scared, when she realized how natural it felt to her. Rationally she knew it was wrong, but she felt that her proper place in life was at her Master's feet.
She had another small problem, though: The tall grasses that she ignored before, when she was still allowed to walk upright, brushed against her body, teasing her swollen, sensitive breasts, trailing over her taut stomach and tickling her engorged sex with its protruding clit. The constant stimulation made her meow and growl involuntarily, as she crawled along, and she was very ashamed of her inability to stop herself from making those animal sounds.
It was late, when Ryouga stopped to make camp for the night, and Ranma was extremely randy. She kept brushing against his legs and lifting her tail suggestively, while blushing at the same time - deeply ashamed about the desperate way in which she displayed herself.
Ryouga sat down on a tree stump and undid the bindings around his calves to free his feet from his shoes. When he slipped them off, Ranma pulled a face.
"P-mew! Master feet smell!" She said.
"Oh yeah?" said Ryouga angrily. "Well, why don't you do something about it, then. Go and clean them."
Ranma looked at him for a few seconds, puzzled by his words. Then suddenly his meaning hit her. "Nyo! Please, Master! No make Ranma do -slrp- this! She no like -laplaplap- clean Master's feets."
But it was too late. Already her little pink tongue had darted out and started cleaning her Master's feet the only way she knew how. Her human mind was revolted by the display of subservience, but her instincts and conditioned obedience prevailed. She rubbed her face and cheeks against Ryouga's feet, marking herself with the scent of his sweat, then she started laving his feet from top to bottom, tasting what she had merely smelled before.
The worst thing, though, was that the salty-sour taste got her hot! It was the scent of her master that she tasted, and even at its most pungent it was still an aphrodisiac for her. Her pussy drooled, while her eyes brimmed with hot tears of humiliation, as her tongue searched each crevice for a little more of the taste it craved.
"Heads up, Kitty!"
Ranma looked up to see that Ryouga had taken out his eternally hard cock and beat off to her shameful self-humiliation. She only just got her mouth open and tongue out to meet the first squirt. Several more streaked her face and mane, and Ryouga amused himself by watching her clean it up meticulously.
He ordered her to bed without taming her, thus leaving her desperately horny until the next morning, when she was allowed to wake him with a blow job.
Ranma still had the taste of Ryouga's seed on her tongue, when they reached a city. Ryouga was true to his word, and one visit to a pet shop later, Ranma was crawling along behind Ryouga on her leash, a big, humiliating dog tag dangling from her collar. She felt as if all eyes were on her, and she noticed some Pokéwomen, whom they encountered, snickering at her lowly position.
The worst part was still to come, though. Ranma whimpered when she saw a familiar figure coming down the street towards them. It was Tatewaki Kunou, an idiot of a tamer, whom Ranma had defeated several times, when she was still a boy most of the time. When he had found out about her Pokéwoman side, he had relentlessly tried to tame her. She hoped he wouldn't recognize her now.
Sadly, her wish was not granted. As Kunou passed them, he saw the leashed, collared, crawling tigress and immediately knew her. "Doth mine eye deceive me? No, 'tis truly Ranma the fierce tigress, who hath finally been put into her place!" He looked at Ryouga. "Was it thou, who taught her proper behaviour for a Pokéwoman?"
Ryouga nodded. "Yeah. She really needed a good taming."
"That is indeed the truth. How I wish it had been me, who taught her the joys of subservience, but still I rejoice that the haughty Ranma hath been reduced to this state by anyone. Thou art a truly lucky tamer." Kunou bowed to Ryouga, who returned the gesture.
As the pompous tamer left, Ryouga asked Ranma, "Well? How do you like 'being put in your place'?"
Ranma looked up at him, crying. "Ranma no like. She no understand. Why Master do this to her? Ranma good kitty. She even like Master before. Why Master make her like this?"
"Why? That's simple: because it turns me on. And it turns you on, too, doesn't it?"
Ranma bawled. "Yes! Ranma so horny all times. More ashamed Ranma is, more horny Ranma gets. She need fuck so bad! Please, Master - Ranma need Master cock. She do anything! Meow, please!"
"Well... okay," Ryouga said. "I'll give you what you need, as soon as we reach
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