Let's fuck

Clover understood what you were putting down and grinned hungrily at Shampoo whose eyes widened before they narrowed slightly, scanning Clover’s buxom body. She must have seen something she liked because she whispered to you, “Shampoo claims her booty.”

She wasn’t quiet enough; Clover put her hands on her sides and slid them down, “think you can handle all this?” She then walked forward and squeezed your arm. “Plus this booty is spoken for. Hey hot stuff, have you been working out more?”

“I needed to,” you gave an awkward wave around with Shampoo still in your arms (she wasn’t leaving your arms if she could help it). “Had to be able to keep up.” You also thought of all the activities you’ve done since you last enjoyed her company, the rage zombies, the hulks, husks, training with Mariner plus the adventures on the Voyager, and Borg attack. That’s not even mentioning your night time activities, the closet ‘activities’, the beach activities, beach ‘activities’ and the garden orgy.

“Well, why don’t you and your friend show me what you got?” Clover patted Shampoo behind her cat ears. Behind her, you see Hinata 1 and Alex move close together and start talking quietly.

“Was Clover always so…” Hinata 1 whispered to Alex. Alex grinned and leaned over to gossip.

“Intense? I mean a little bit but she’s like got very, I don’t know…horny. Yeah horny. She was always super flirty but she’s taken it to a whole nother level.”

You chuckled a little at their byplay. Clover followed your line of sight and gave the two a look she learned from the ReinCorp Security handbook. “Oh you’re like gossiping without me? So not cool? But I know a way you could make it up to me.” She gave them a sinister grin as she approached them with clawed hands. They hugged each other in fear and let out twin screams.

“Wow! You’re hungry aren’t you kitty cat!” Clover moaned as Shampoo suckled on her right boob. Clover had her fingers tangled in Shampoo’s long, shiny hair, giving her a tight grip as she held the catgirl close and refused to let her go. Shampoo followed her instinct and lapped at the stiff nipple in her mouth with her long tongue. Clover sighed, feeling a tongue texture she usually doesn’t. When Shampoo was in her catgirl firm, her tongue was much rougher and significantly longer though not to the extent of Starfire.

“You better not let go of that nipple kitty cat,” Clover praised Shampoo and shoved her closer, squishing her own boob. Clover felt the tongue licking on her well maintained pussy slow down. “Feeling tired already? So lame, I haven’t even cum yet.” Clover sighed as she raised herself off of Hinata 1 and gave the kunoichi room to get out from under her.

“Ano, sorry Clover but I don’t…” Hinata whimpered, some of Clover’s juice dripping off her face. Evidently, Clover had lied about not cumming.

“Don’t worry Hinata,” you grunted as you plowed into Shampoo from behind, a hand on her ass to keep her steady, the other on a set of remotes. “You’ll learn. Shampoo would love to help ya. Won’t you Shampoo.” You pressed several buttons at once, triggered shrieks of ecstasy from all four girls in the room as several devices triggered; each of these devices being a triangular device stuck above their clits.

All of them except for Sakura in the corner, trying her hardest to ignore the sex happening in the curtained off section of her new infirmary, the basic medication and supplies still in their boxes. Even as her hand slowly slipped under her skirt the longer the lovemaking continued. You had invited her to join in but she was still sore from the maid orgy.

As you finish inside on Shampoo for a third time, you pull out of her and set your sight on Alex. The dark haired spy was tied up in numerous restraints that Clover had pulled from somewhere when Alex tried to flee. And to your surprise, she had refused to be released once you all had reached the infirmary. “Hope you’re ready, A-Bear, because you’re about to get the shakes.”

In a dark room, painted black and filled with purple and other dark colored furniture, a thin figure with sharp looking hair (literally sharp) was hunched over a crystal ball, waving her hands and occasionally tossing superficially random ingredients into a nearby, unusually shaped cauldron. A ladle swirled counter clockwise automatically via magic.

The figure abruptly stopped moving, hearing voices chatter outside her door. Once the voices faded away, she returned to her crystal ball. The ball gradually developed an image and the figure scoffed on seeing James with several women at once. “At it again Jaja, you were always greedy.”

She grabbed a pile of ingredients and threw them in the cauldron. “Hmm, I’ve already cursed two of them. Two more newts with eyes to pluck. Two cats to scratch.” She scowled at the image of James while flexing her tired fingers. “About time you decided to fuck your whores at a reasonable hour.” She breathed in the purple and red fumes from her now boiling and popping concoction. And then blew the smoke at the crystal ball, appearing to get absorbed.

Slam! The door was nearly thrown off its hinges as the figure swallowed the smoke that was still in her mouth and started coughing; the image in the crystal ball blinked out of existence. Several girls loudly complained as they were jerked out of their sleep.

“Hey! Wake up ladies, quotas weren’t met so mil-fuck wants us working until we do,” a woman with a floor length dress and hair tied in a bun declared as the girl at the crystal ball tried to clear her lungs and other girls in the dorm tried to roll out their bunks.

“But we just worked night and morning shift!” the woman just glared at the girls and they were silenced. Soon the room was emptied, the cauldron dumped and the crystal ball put away.