Kokonoeeee | By : salarta Category: +A through F > Blazblue Views: 3271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Kokonoe sneered at her reflection in the mirror. Knees in the dirt, hands behind her head, the grown catwoman modeled her skimpy magical girl attire with an outraged blush on her cheeks.
She had no power. The cutesy light green ribbon wrapped over her cat ears and tied into pretty girly bows at her pigtails would have made her retch, if it hadn't hijacked her body and weaseled lust into the synapses of her brain where revulsion should have run rampant. Second by second, she sweated through the spell, and her tiny white top, the perky pink tips of her meager boobs exposing how hot and horny her subjugation felt through sheer soaked fabric.
She started to want it, and wanting it alone pissed her off. Clenching her thighs failed to keep in the drip and trickle of her cum from within her light blue skirt. The heave of her chest with each breath jingled a giant bell from her collar that set her hormones on fire and forced the renowned Sector Seven scientist to hump the cold air in wanton need for cock.
Her hips thrust. Her tits shook. The perverse gyrations turned her into a sex doll getting off on wearing magical girl clothes, tails rubbing each other as if trying to strike the same spark burning away in her sex.
The door behind Kokonoe opened. She could see it in her reflection, and hear it with the yawning of its hinges. She could see the bastard's shoes come closer. When he finally squatted beside her, her eyebrow twitched with rage.
"How're ya doing today, Kokonoe?"
"Super awesome kawaii, Hazama-sama," Kokonoe venomously blurted out. "My kitty cunny's purring."
That green-haired asshole had the nerve to reach over and stroke her chin. He could feel him judging her through his slitted eyes, analyzing her every shivering detail.
"It won't be much longer before you say that and mean it. You're going to be the cutest grown ass kitten girl, aren't you?"
"Yep yep yeppers!" she spouted with only half the bile and way more pep than she would have liked. The insult of having to say all these stupid ass things under his control stung only a little less than how she said them, tone shifting from the gravely serious professional she was into the prissy childish asshat he wanted to turn her into.
"Up," Hazama ordered, and Kokonoe complied. Her skirt flounced with a bounce off her knees, briefly displaying her newly shaved, pink and sopping cleft before the cloth drifted down. She stood there and waited, an obedient little puppet dancing to the tune of her master's strings, while Hazama took a few steps back and fumbled with a small black device in his hands.
"What's that?" Bastard. She knew damn well what it was. Nobody was enough of a dumbass not to know a camera when they saw it, but that's exactly how he wanted her to look and sound: immature and stupid.
"I'm glad you asked," Hazama condescended. "It's a camera. Good little kittens love to have their pictures taken. Why don't you pose for me so I can take one and share it with all your friends?"
No matter how much she fought, and how many beads of sweat dripped down her forehead and stained her humiliating dress, she jumped into formation with two fingers spread into a playful peace sign over her eye. This was his big test. The scowl on her lips held for about five seconds before it changed. The corners lifted into a wry smile. That wry smile broadened, showing more and more of her whites, until finally she posed for the camera with a big happy grin.
The flash of the camera burned, but not as much as the sudden surge of pleasure in her sex. She collapsed to her knees again as her whole body shook with climax.
"Hazama-samaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Kokonoe Mercury, scientist of Sector Seven, could do nothing with all the clever and scheming thoughts of her genius brain but feel all trace of them gush away between her legs.
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