At first.
But, after a while, the Tigresses pitiful moans began to get to him, and he began to feel badly. He tried to suppress the feeling. This was ‘not’ a real Pokegirl. This was a miserable bastard, son of a bitch who had made his life hell, and who deserved everything that happened to him, now her.
Ryouga called up rememberances of all the times Ranma had taunted him about his disabilities while they had attended training school. Making fun of his habit of getting lost so easily, but most of all taunting him for his inability to even look at a pretty pokegirl without coming in his pants. Anger boiled up in him.
Shut up! Ryouga screamed at the pitifully mewling Tigress. He yanked her across one of his knees, and grasped her chain leash two feet below the end. He lifted the heavy leash into the air, in preparation to bringing it down on the Tigress’s furry backside. And froze.
He couldn’t do it.
A different sort of image formed in his mind. Of some of his former school mates who liked to show of by bringing their pokegirls school, and abusing them for the amusement of like minded bastards. Ryouga had hated them almost as much as he had hated Ranma.
It wasn’t that he didn’t hate Ranma. But this wasn’t really Ranma. Ranma was buried deed in the mind of a feral pokegirl. Beating and abusing this Tigress was just as bad as doing it to any wild caught one. Ryouga had always vowed that if he was ever lucky enough to get a pokegirl, and overcome his disability, he would treat her kindly. Now look what he had become.
Ryouga dropped his upraised hand, and let the leash fall from his grasp. The Tigress fell to the ground, and resumed trying to force her hands under her chastity belt. Ryouga blinked as he saw blood welling up out of her fur where her claws had cut her skin. A sick feeling rose up in his stomach, and for the first time in his life he hated himself more than he hated Ranma.
There, there, Ryouga crooned as he worked his fingers into the Tigress’s sloppy wet cunt. He’d laid her over his legs, and had tied her hands behind her back so she could not do herself an injury, now he gently stroked her heated flesh as she writhed on his leg. Her pitiful cries had changed to yowls of passion as he clumsily brought her to climax, again and again. He felt no great lust himself. No more than he would have if her were setting a broken arm or leg. This was medical treatment, not sex.
The tigresses yowls had turned into full fledged roars of release when Ryouga had shifted her around, and settled her heated snatch down on his ever-hard manhood. Her liquid heat surrounded his flesh, and he moved her up and down fast and hard with his hands around her waist. He tried to stay as detached as he had while fingering her, but the feel of her tight flesh had finally broken down the barrier raised by his guilt, and he gave himself to the moment.
Both trainer and Tigress screamed in release as Ryouga finally blew his load of thick cream deep into her body. She slumped , and would have rolled off his lap, and cock, if not for the arms he wrapped around her upper body. Ryouga sat there for what seemed to be an eternity, his cock pulsing inside Ranma’s small body. The feel of the Tigress stiring on his lap brought him to awareness, and he lifted her free of his dick with a wet ‘shluuck’ sound, and set her on her feet. The Tigress stumbled a bit, and then turned to face him.
Fri Jul 26 02:36:20 2002