One of Ranma’s deep dark secrets was the fact that she had a mild case of split personality. It only came up when she encountered other feline Pokewomen, but that too often in her book. The encounters always caused her to flash back to that terrible training her father had inflicted on her, and it always resulted in her reverting to a more pure, lust driven, pokewoman. One that wanted dick, and lots of it. Only a session in a pokeball, or a long nap would revert her.
Ranma had always managed to avoid being ‘trained’ when not in neko mode, and as a result, and avoided any bonding. Anything that happened to her neko-self had no effect on her primary personality. Now she greatly feared that if she didn’t do something, or wasn’t rescued, she was going to get the training of her life, and she wouldn’t be able to hide behind her false neko-self.
“Heh heh,” she laughed weakly. “Pretty good joke, eh Ryouga? Bet you thought I was serious. How about being a pal, and helping out here?”
Ranma only answer was a heavy panting from about five feet behind her. “Ryouga?” she asked in a tentative voice. “You there, speedy?” Ranma bit her tongue. Idiot, she cursed to herself. Don’t antagonize the guy with the big cock. At least not till you have some running room.
Ryouga fought to contain himself. Eating dirt for the last five minutes had not done much for his disposition, never sunny in the first place. Now to hear Ranma chattering away as if she hadn’t just tried to kill him, he took a deep breath. He couldn’t see Ranma for the broken tree branches, but unless she was trying to play him for a fool again, she must be in some sort of trouble.
Bracing himself for anything, he reached out with a cautious hand, and shoved aside the screening branches.
Ryouga’s eyes went wide, and his cock pulsed, sending several jets of sperm flying through the air to splatter against Ranma’s upturned, and very bare, rear. Ryouga’s knees went week in response to his sudden orgasm, but he fought back the darkness with anger. “No!” he swore. “You won’t get away that easy, Ranma.” he said, forcing himself to stand straight.
“Easy, I was almost cut in half here.” Ranma bitched. Her voice floating up from behind the large branch that held her pinned in placed.
“It would have served you right!” Ryouga snapped at her. He forced his eyes away from Ranma’s furry bottom, and instead started striping the small branches from the larger ones pinning Ranma. He soon had a thick handful of subtle three foot long twigs in his hand. He swished them through the air, and grinned at the sound they made.
“What was that!” Ranma asked sharply.
“Why don’t I show you,” Ryouga said in a voice that was frightening in it’s quite intensity. He stepped forward and with his free hand, grabbed Ranma’s tail a foot or so from her spine. With a yank, he pulled it straight up in the air. Ranma let out a squall at the painful pull, but it paled in comparison to the yell she let out when Ryouga swung his handful of switches against her exposed butt.
“Yowl, Ow, ouch. Don’t! Stop! Ow! Damn you!” Ranma cursed and swore as Ryouga’s hand lifted and fell with metronome like regularity. His face held a grim delight as he battered Ranma’s plump buttocks. Minute followed minute. The twigs became tattered, many breaking, and finally, Ryouga lowered his arm. There was barely a twig longer than a foot left in his hand as he opened his fingers and allowed them to drop to the ground.
Ranma was sobbing, more from humiliation than pain. And a good part of that humiliation was caused by the wet heat in her crotch, and the desperate primal need to be tamed. If she had been in neko-mod, she’d have been begging Ryouga to fuck her. There was no damn way she’d do that while in her normal mind. Let the jerk go and stick it in the sand..
But Ryouga had no intention of wasting a perfectly good training opportunity. Keeping his grip on Ranma’s tail, he stepped in closer to her blistered butt, and took hold of his ever ready cock in his free hand. Moving forward, he pressed the large bulbous head against Ranma’s tiny sex, and moved it up and down, smearing it good with her juices.
Ranma yowled louder than she had during the entire snitching. Her body was saying “YES”, but her mouth was saying. “Get the fuck away from me quick draw!”
“No way, Ranma,” Ryouga retorted. “In fact, I plan on getting a whole lot closer.”
“NO, you cannnnnntttttttttttt!” Ranma cried out. Her protest becoming incoherent as Ryouga moved his hips forward, and shoved the apple sized tip of his cock into her soaking sex.
Ryouga gasped as Ranma’s hot flesh, three degree warmer than a human, closed over the sensitive glans of his dick. It was like a warm oil bath in there, and he couldn’t wait to soak even more of his prick. Releasing his hold on Ranma’s tail, he grabbed her hips with both hands, and pulled back as hard as he could while thrusting his hips forward. He grinned with evil delight as Ranma yelled and screamed bloody murder as he sank another six inches of his internally stiff rod into her tender belly. That should have been as far as he could get. Ranma was tiny. There was no way all twelve inches of his dick should be able to fit in her, but he knew it would. All he had to do was apply a big enough hammer to the task.
Ryouga clenched his ass, and pulled hard on Ranma’s hips. Slowly, to much yelling from Ranma, he sank into her warm flesh, till her bottom at last pressed into his rock hard belly. Ryouga paused there, gaining control of himself, and focusing on the fact that he was punishing his pokewoman. This was not about sex. This was about proving to the little cat who was the boss.
Ranma panted loudly, her body straining to accept the massive chunk of meat Ryouga had forced into it. her breath caused her flesh to shudder, and gave Ryouga a marvelous internal massage. He could feel her clenching against his flesh, her flesh slipping and sliding over his dick. He gave her a few minutes to adjust. Not so much out of kindness, as to lull her into a sense of security. When she finally stopped trembling, he grinned, and with a grunt dragged himself backward, drawing Ranma’s inner limning outward two inches before it could react, and slid down his flesh spike. Not giving Ranma a chance to adjust this time, he plunged back in to the root, drawing a grunt from her as her lungs expelled air. Holding tight to Ranma Ryouga plunged in and out of her helpless body, screwing her as hard and as fast as he could. He could not see them, but he imagined her large breasts flopping back and forth like jell-O filled bags. The thought was too much for his limited self control, and he gasped as his crotch caught fire, and he blasted his load deep into Ranma’s belly.
For long minutes, Ryouga leaned up against Ranma’s ass, his cock soaking in her tight channel. At last, gathering his wits about him, he leaned back, and drew his cock out of her sperm filled vessel with a loud popping sound, followed by a stream of their mutual juices, which flowed down Ranma’s inner thighs.
The well fucked Tigress made not a sound, had not made a sound in fact for the last five minutes of Ryouga’s fucking. Her legs hung limp, and her tail dragged on the ground. Ryouga felt profound pleasure as he realized that for the second time in as many days he’d fucked a pokewoman to exhaustion.
Staggering backward a few steps. Ryouga picked up a Pokeball he had acquired after freeing himself of the fallen tree. He tossed it at Ranma, and it snapped open. There was crimson glow, and Ranma disappeared, as the Pokeball landed on the ground.
Ryouga smirked as he picked up the red and white ball. “I’ve fucked a Tigress,” he shouted, holding the ball high in the air.
Mon Feb 18 17:55:26 2002