Story: Tainted Cube: Fascination

The following was written in collaboration with Cross C. I hope you enjoy it. Options forthcoming.


To be special.

Given young Ataru's fate, in many ways he was already quite special. His life was right on the cusp of becoming the very epitome of Miss Suzumiya's most fervent desire. Aliens, Demons, Ghosts, Alternate Dimensions, Time Travel, Monsters... it would be safe to say that the supernatural obsessed girl would be beside herself to experience even one percent of the strange adventures that would soon strike Ataru on a near daily basis.

To be special.

In light of Ataru's exceeded quota of this quality, it would not be a surprise that the Cube took this in a different direction, one of a decidedly perverted nature.

To be special.

Ataru had shoved the Cube into his pocket and only a thin layer of cloth lay between it and the young man's genitals. Had he known the chaotic Cosmic power roiling within the artifact, he might have chosen a safer location, more likely he'd turned and heaved it into the river.

“You look as though you're haunted by an evil spirit.” declared the deranged monk who'd insisted on following him home.

Ataru ignored the slight tingling sensation in his crotch as he scoffed at the shrimp's superstition, “Evil spirit?! Come on, man! Evil spirits are about as real as <i>demons</i> or <i>aliens</i>.”

His undesired conversation with the old man was forgotten as they approached his home and he saw the crowd gathered around the front gate, “Huh? What's going on? All those people around my house....”

As he wandered over, one of his neighbors turned to look and called out excitedly, “Look! Mr. Moroboshi's son! He's back!”

This drew the attention of the rest of the hoard including a reporter he recognized from the local news channel, “Who? THAT Kid?!”

Everyone pressed forward surrounding him, all talking at once. A different news man shouted in his ear, “Are you Ataru Moroboshi?”

“What... What are you talking about?” he managed to ask.

“You mean you haven't HEARD?! You happen to be the focus of world attention right now!”

Ataru was taken back. He scratched his head as he tried to recall <i>anything</i> he'd done recently to attract such a following. Had that well dressed girl he'd hit on this morning been the President of America's daughter or something?

Then his mother suddenly burst through the crowd and was dragging him through, “ATARU!”

“Mom! What's the matter? What happened?”

She pulled at the hem of her kimono as she hastily moved along, “Come with me and you'll find out!”

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All truth told, Lum was a pretty ordinary girl in many ways. Pretty. Smart. Could fly. Threw lightning like an angry god. Well. Maybe not normal by human standards, but why would an alien judge their normality by human standards?

Her taste buds were arranged in chemically different ways. What tasted good to her would make a human reach for a jalapeno pepper to cool off. The normal attire on her planet was tiger print, and for girls her age it was pretty normal for them to go with bikinis and gogo boots. She had a horn on her head and when she was angry enough her canines became rather tremendously pronounced.

At the moment she was lounging around in a hallway for her Dramatic Entrance. Oh, but she had been looking forward to this! For you see, there was one particular manner in which Lum was not ordinary for an Oni. She was the daughter of the head invader. Her father was in charge of discovering and taking over pre-galactic travelling populated planets. It was a weighty responsibility by any measure. They would visit a planet and test its population in some arbitrary manner. Usually a game. If the population win? Fair enough. The Oni would leave, and come back a little later to open trading negotiations. If they lost? They wouldn’t bother trading. Instead they’d just sort of take over a little bit. You know. Force their governments to pull together to fight back the big bad evil alien invaders (who could honestly stomp all over any resistance attempt in a second if they really wanted to), accidentally let them steal a few technological advancements and play the role of the villain until the species pulled themselves out of whatever ditch they were in. The population would invariably set aside their differences, realise they had more in common than they first thought and that there are terrible things out there in the universe far worse than whatever petty squabbles they’d been embroiled in.

Then a few years later the Oni would come back and open trade negotiations. Once the planet had rebuilt itself a little. Perfectly rational, perfectly humane, and everyone got a good laugh out of the whole thing. That’s really what the Oni were all about in the end. Having a bit of a laugh.

Right now she was on Earth. Seemed nice enough. Pleasant atmosphere, and the local climate was pretty warm. And her father had decided that it would be a game of tag, played by her against a randomly selected human opponent. Some boy called Ataru. Okay then! Okay! So, she’d been looking forward to this - what - all her life? No big deal. Nope. Lum was cool as Oyuki’s larder when she had a cold. It was only her big chance to show daddy that she was mature enough to help his work. No pressure or anything.

“Ataru, you can’t compete against him! You’ll be killed!”

Show time.

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Arms wrapped protectively around Ataru, fear for him suffusing her very being at the thought of him facing this enormous brute of an alien, such powerful emotions cast aside, at least temporarily, her firm decision to be rid of the incorrigible boy.   And yet... despite the terrifying nature of the moment, Shinobu found her eyes inexorably drawn down to the crotch of his pants her current vantage point perfect for discerning the contents thereof.  It lasted mere seconds before she realized what she was doing and tore her mind back to far more important issues, like the fact that Ataru and the alien monster were in each others faces all glaring and gritted teeth.

“We would prefer to beat you.” rumbled the alien chieftain.

Ataru’s response was as quick, heated, and irrational as expected, “You couldn’t beat me at anything, Fat Stuff!”

A feminine voice interjected, floating across the room with mild amusement, “Maybe not. But he isn’t the one you will be playing tag against.” 

Shinobu didn’t see the alien beauty but she didn’t need to.  Her eyes noted the rate of attractiveness combined with general level of slutty attire by the progress of Ataru’s erection expanding and swelling down his thigh.  Jealousy and outrage made themselves known within her but they had sharp competition with a sudden inexplicable fascination.   For the life of her, she could not understand why she hadn’t taken any of Ataru’s multitude of offers to do things involving that penis of his.  It probably would have been worth it, just to see it.  At least once.

“I’m gonna play tag against her?” Ataru asked.

“You are,” the hulking ogre answered. “You shall play for ten days from sunrise to sunset. If during that time you manage to grab my daughter’s horns, you will be the winner.”

“Hehehe,” Ataru chuckled, the expression on his face leaving his thought process as transparent as glass. “But to tag her horn, I’ll have to grab hold of her body!”

Shinobu took a deep breath and made ready to yell at him for his obvious perverted behaviour. In front of the aliens, in front of the press, in front of her! But for some reason her eyes chose then to flick down towards his crotch. Towards the prominent bulge that went well down his thigh. Nobody else seemed to notice it because their own emotional investment went no further than the realisation their lives depended wholesale upon this boy with the goofy grin. Not that Shinobu was capable of noticing that at the moment. Had anyone thought to ask her to count to three right then, she’d probably hesitate then ask for the question to be repeated before retreating back into her idle imagining of whatever lay beneath Ataru’s trousers. How could it be that big? Surely that was impossible! It would certainly explain - if not excuse - his perverted behaviour, after all, that thing must get more blood than his brain!

“I may not be so easy to catch,” the alien girl said. Shinobu shook her head and looked at her. Oh yes. This was her nemesis. Her personal nemesis. Look at her, wandering around in a bikini like it was no big deal! Did she think this was a holiday trip? “Come on daddy, I wanna stop off by Earth and take it over!” “Sure thing pumpkin, let me get the death ray shaped like Ataru’s massive dick.” “Yay!”

... Okay, so that thought went into a really weird dickection. Direction! Direction! She meant direction.

“Forget it baby, nothing’s gonna stop me from getting hold of you!”

“Y-You womanising jerk!” Shinobu yelled at the top of her lungs. She stormed out of the room, trying to control her breathing and failing completely. She was so furious with him right now! Hitting on some other woman while she was right there in the room. His massive cock reacting to the half naked alien girl and not his supposed girlfriend! That creep! That scoundrel! That cad! Once she’d left the house she cast an eye back, lingering lustfully in place. Maybe if she did something extra special to catch his attention, maybe?

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The atmosphere in the Moroboshi home was little improved once all the aliens, government agents and reporters left for the night. Ataru and his parents were sitting around their dinner table in a state of tremendous anxiousness, the dark night sky a mirror to the overall aura surrounding the three of them. An aura that was not particularly helped all that much by the figure setting at one end of the table, the one stranger to linger behind.

“Allow me to introduce myself,” the ugly little nuisance said. “My name is Cherry, and I am a wandering monk.”

“Isn’t that an odd name for a wandering monk?” Ataru’s father observed.

“I chose it in honour of the monastic life,” Cherry said. “It looks soft and sweet from the outside, but once you get into it it’s the pits.”

“Did you really come here to tell such a stupid joke?!” Ataru yelled, feeling a trifle irritable for perfectly justified reasons. “If you don’t have anything useful to say, just leave already!” Not least of which was this odd feeling he’d started noticing in his crotch. Sort of like his boxers were a little too small for him all of a sudden.

“Ataru, please settle down,” his mother said. “Cherry, you were saying something about Ataru’s face. Something about an ominous sign. Is it really that bad?”

“Yes,” the monk declared, staring Ataru dead in the eyes. God. That was the face he’d probably see just as he was about to die. “At first glance he’s an ordinary young man, but he’s burdened by a terrible weight. He is doomed to live a long, hard life. Further, he is haunted by a malevolent force the likes of which I have never seen before.

“As his parents, can you think of any reason why this would be?”

“Well, he was born on friday the 13th, under a full moon...” his mother began.

“That’s right!” his father continued. “And there was that black cat that startled you, so you ducked under that ladder.”

“Where I bumped into that cart and spilled all that salt, then the cart rolled into a mirror and -”

“Enough already!” Ataru yelled. “I’m going to sleep. Maybe by the time I wake up tomorrow this will all turn out to be some bad dream!”

And off he stormed to bed, leaving two concerned parents and a monk with an unreadable expression. Not that anyone would particularly want to read his expression with a face like that.

“Doomed to fail,” Cherry muttered to himself. “It is written all over his face. This will be a considerable strain upon him, there can be no question of that.”

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The crowd that showed up for the first day of the competition was enormous, a riot of noise and color, large signs emblazoned with the kanji for Earth waved along with a sea of tiny handheld Japanese flags.  A veritable army of reporters had descended along with their camera crews and a table had been set up for various announcers, only one of which was human.

“The entire world is watching this event live via satellite.”

Ataru tried to hold down a sudden wave of nervousness at that reminder by focusing on the silver lining, “Hmm... If I win, I’ll be a big hero.  Maybe my luck will finally change.”  Leaning over and stretching his groin, he failed to notice the black kitten walking past him.

Straightening once more, he pulled at the bottom of his shorts making it look like he was just scratching his legs.  Something was going on with his junk.  It was all swollen for some reason and fitting into his school gym shorts had been a pain.  Given current events there wasn’t time to go see a doctor, not like he wanted to explain to his parents the nature of his issue.  Plus, it wasn’t like he was in any pain or anything.  Well, no pain when he wasn’t trying to stuff himself into ill fitting shorts that is, he mentally added with a wince.

Unbeknownst to Ataru, his crotch’s condition was the focus of attention for a rather significant proportion of those around him.   Shinobu had barely managed to pay attention to little else since noticing the way his shorts revealed the contours of his penis so obviously.  His opponent, Lum, was standing relaxed nearby not bothering to stretch as she watched him with idle interest.  Her eyes kept drifting to the bulge in his shorts of their own accord but she paid the phenomenon no mind.  Ataru’s mother was rather worried for a whole host of reasons involving her son’s current predicament but the one that proved itself the most persistent was concern for the health of his genitals. She needed to go out and purchase him some properly fitting shorts right away! Was enough blood getting to the appendage?  Was Ataru’s sperm count in danger?  When had he gotten so large and just where had he gotten it from?  Similar thoughts were being repeated across the crowd and thanks to one cameraman who’d gotten distracted while recording Ataru’s stretch routine, a portion of the television audience was treated to a close up shot of his crotch and was similarly affected.

The irony of all this was that for once in his life, Ataru wasn’t thinking with his dick. Nope. He had the much bigger concern regarding saving the world on his normally perverted mind right now. to whit:

“On your mark!” yelled the man with the starting pistol. Interesting how the aliens were so all out intimidating that they let a human work as starter. “Get set!” But then again, he was probably terrified that if he fouled up they’d show up at his house for a friendly discussion. And they probably knew he was terrified of that because who wouldn’t be? “Go!”

For the first time in his life Ataru was able to bask in the cheers of the crowd as he tried to run forward. Not entirely easy with a coil of rope stuffed in his shorts, but he wasn’t doing all that badly under the circumstances. Particularly since the alien wasn’t moving an inch. Just sort of standing around with her hands behind her head, glancing back with a cheeky grin. This might be easier than he’d feared!

“Got you!” he yelled, diving for her with both arms ready for the seize. The Earth would be safe! His luck was sure to change now! Admiration from his peers, more importantly, admiration from all the hot chicks watching from around the globe!

Though Ataru didn’t quite realise yet that they were already admiring him for reasons entirely unrelated to his impending success.

But alas, ‘twas not to be! Lum shot up, out and across the road in a single bound. She was out of his grip like a greased bat out of hell leaving Ataru staring up at her in stunned silence.

“Come and get me,” Lum taunted, hovering in place as though deliberately mocking everything humans ever learned about the laws of physics and gravity on top of her human opponent.

“H-Hey, wait a minute!” Ataru yelled. With a terrible snarl he crouched down low, trying to keep his form aerodynamic and wincing when it caused his swollen dick some considerable additional discomfort. “Nobody said you could fly!”

“You just didn’t do your homework!”

Homework?! What absurdity was this? What sort of results could this kind of homework result in without any means to research? Homework like this was only assigned by the cruellest teacher! “Alright class, I’ve spent the semester covering the mating habits of camels. Now I want you to go home tonight and write an essay on the atomic structure of the moon.” Homework indeed!

Throughout the day it was the same thing over and over again. He’d dive for the girl, who stayed near the pavement even though she really didn’t have to. Then at the last possible moment she’d twist and swoop out of his reach. No matter how he tried, no matter how much he forced himself she continuously managed to barely escape every time.

Eventually the announcement came over the tannoy, and a mixture of sweat and tears were streaming down Ataru’s face. “Sunset has come. The first day’s competition is over, and Ataru Moroboshi fell short. Let’s all hope for better luck tomorrow. Stay tuned for our postgame show and a word from our sponsors.”

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This was so much fun! Lum really was lost in this playful little game. It wasn’t even as though she was trying particularly hard either. Give him a bit of a chance here and there and then at the last possible moment - whoops! She fly away! Never further than he could reach, of course. Had to give him a chance to actually catch her. Since humans couldn’t fly that meant she had to stay within a reasonable height from the ground.

As for the second day it had been much the same as the first. He would run towards her and leap forward with wide arms and a brief moment of hope only for her to dash it at the last possible moment. The same on the third day. And the fourth. And the fifth. Naturally, Lum had to watch his every move to make sure he didn’t catch up to her. It seemed a little bit silly really. Did humans have no special skills at all? They couldn’t fly, didn’t seem particularly strong or fast or otherwise athletically gifted. Their intelligence levels appear to vary wildly throughout the population. All in all they seemed kind of boring, save for their potential as underdogs in a game.

So once she felt she had the dodging thing down to a point she could do so in her sleep, Lum let her mind wander. They must have something. Surely. She studied her opponent very closely for any signs of, well, anything unusual and found her vision drawn towards one place in particular.

My goodness but those were tight running shorts. At first she’d suspected he’d put a sock down there or something in an attempt to look like a big man in front of his people, but that didn’t quite make sense given the way it was bouncing around in there. Okay, sure, Lum was a virgin so she was just speculating at this point but still! If it was a sock then it would’ve gone into a funny position after all that, but no, it had seemed pretty consistent from what she could tell.

Was that sort of size normal for humans? It would certainly explain his difficulty in catching her. Not to mention his obviously powerful perverted tendencies given the way he’d reacted to seeing her for the first time. The whole thing was simply fascinating, and by the time the fifth day ended and the competition was half way through, Lum simply couldn’t stop herself from thinking about it at all.

<hr>

Shinobu paused outside the door to Ataru’s room, hesitating.  Just what was she here to do?  Offer him encouragement?  Berate him for fooling around and jeopardizing the freedom of the human race?  Secure her claim over him before that alien hussy made her move?  She’d noticed that whore’s furtive looks at <i>her</i> boyfriend’s package throughout the competition...  She certainly <i>wasn’t</i> here to somehow sate her unnatural desire to see <i>it</i> that had been building unabated these past few days.  Nope.  No way.

She stepped into the room with a quiet,  “Hello, Ataru.”

He looked awful, slumped over his desk despondently. He seemed surprised to see her, “Shinobu?

She settled down on the floor.  He looked so sad, all thought of yelling at him went out the window.  Softly, she asked, “Ataru, Can you win?”

He turned away and made a disgusted noise, “Ohhhh... Don’t ask. I was a fool.  I didn’t expect her to be able to fly.”

Shinbou sighed,  “It’s your fault.  You didn’t think.  You took one look at that... that GIRL and played right into their hands.”

“You’re right. An enemy’s an enemy even if she IS a babe.”

Given Ataru’s hopeless situation and his melancholic disposition, Shinobu found it easy to suppress her normal violent reaction to another of his careless statements.  A large part of that may have been her mind’s stubborn preoccupation with Ataru’s penis.  This close, alone with him in his room with the door shut... it was impossible not to think about that sleeping titan.  Certainly it was why she’d just gotten up and walked over to his desk.  Why she was now casually leaning against it and looking down at his crotch as she worked up the courage to enact her inane plan.

“I think.... I think maybe you’d be less distracted by her if...”

“If?  You’ve got a plan?”  Ataru’s hopeful expression was awfully cute and made her next move easier.

Shinobu took his hand and placed it on her chest.  She shivered a little at the touch even as her eyes devoured his crotch no longer obscured by his arms.

“What?” Ataru was staring at his hand with confusion as a dopey smile fought to pull at his features.

Shinobu didn’t really want to explain her reasoning, afraid it would fall apart entirely if spoken aloud.  So instead she closed her eyes and bent down to press her pursed lips to his.  Her first kiss was nice.  Soft, unresponsive lips.  Ataru was frozen in shock which honestly was probably the best she could hope for given his enthusiasm- ahh!  Aaa-and he’d caught up, his tongue swiftly diving into her mouth.  His assault was a bit off putting but Shinobu didn’t care.

Her hand had slipped down and was just about to-- there! 

Mmm...so thick and hard.  She imagined she could feel his heartbeat through the relatively thin material of his pants.  Excitement fluttered in her chest, the sort of sensation she’d expected to experience upon the cusp of her first kiss, but she thought the unveiling of her first cock was an acceptable substitute.  Without thinking about it her hand was soon fumbling with his belt, her other hand joining it to speed up the process.  As she reached in and grabbed hot pulsing meat, Ataru had the presence of mind to break their kiss and utter something pointless and unnecessary.  Shinobu wasn’t listening, she was already going to her knees between him and the desk.

His cock was beautiful.

Shinobu found that thought vaguely distressing, but couldn’t find anything about the slowly swelling and straightening member to contradict it.

Penises had never struck her as capable of being beautiful.  Gross was a term she’d have been more comfortable using even if there’d always been something arousing and just a bit exciting about picturing one.

Her fingers flitted along its flanks lightly, almost reverently.  Ataru’s phallus was a work of art.  Again she felt a bit like she was going crazy as her old view of Ataru was laid alongside the knowledge that he had such a wonder between his legs.

Shinobu was actually somewhat annoyed when her visual and tactile appreciation for this amazing, magnificent penis was interrupted by Ataru, “A blowjob?! Oh Yea!   With that kind of reward, I can TOTALLY win!”

A blowjob?  Was that what she was doing?  For some strange reason she expected herself to recoil at the very idea... but...but now as she looked at the large bulbous head with its strong masculine shape, she felt her mouth water.  Sure, sucking on a normal penis would be dirty and definitely demeaning, but not this mighty glans, no it positively deserved to be kissed, and affectionately slurped, practically NEEDED to be worshiped by her tongue...

Shinobu just managed to tear her gaze from his tip as she moved forward to meet it and shot him a stern look, “And you’d better win, Ataru!”
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To those still able to look him in the face, they would have seen a madness in his eyes that would send them screaming for the hills. Given the simple fact that nobody budged an inch, why, that may well give some indication that their attention was rather drawn towards other things at the moment. Men simmered in jealousy. Women licked their lips. All tried to avoid thinking about the subject they were all considering. All failed. It was like trying to avoid imagining a giant pink python, coiled up in a space far too small for it, bouncing its massive head around in reaction to its surroundings...

Ahem!

The starter pistol fired into the air, and the two of them were off! Lum lazily hovering backwards while Ataru bolted forward with a speed that would have had his legs complaining vociferously with each crashing step. Not so today. Today, they screamed “go faster! For the win! For the blowjob!”

Shortly thereafter he made his first frantic grab attempt of the day, only for Lum to twist out of his reach, but no matter for he immediately went for another and another and another in rapid fire succession. Ataru’s ears had by now tuned out the increasingly antagonistic crowd. He did not hear them chant such things as they had throughout the majority of the week, such as “Aw, you call that running?” or “What’s that loser doing out there?”

Instead when he looked at that crowd, he only saw one face on every body. He only heard one voice chanting the same two words in encouraging unison. He saw them casting him sultry glances and licking their lips. All Ataru could see in that crowd of hostile faces was Shinobu and all he could hear were the words “blow” and “job”. He saw Shinobu at the announcers desk, he saw her wearing a suit, he saw her holding up signs telling the invaders in a variety of different phrasings to sod off home. He saw her behind the camera, watching the race from up a tree, hell, he was even seeing her on the face of that alien chick!

On this day blood did not run through Ataru’s veins. It was the purest form of determination. Fuelling him. Feeding him. Where before he was fighting for the freedom of his planet and his personal reputation, today he was fighting and running to get his dick sucked by his supposedly prudish girlfriend.

... The only problem being that determination can only take a person so far. Oh, he certainly made more close grab attempts throughout the day than he had the rest of the race thus far. The trouble was that no matter how determined a man may get, he cannot pole vault to the moon, he cannot outrun a bullet, and nor did Ataru stand the slightest chance of snagging Lum’s horns while she could fly like this.

As the hours dragged on anaerobic respiration inevitably took its toll. Lactic acid built up in his body. His muscles refused to move quite as fast as they had before. He had to stop for breath more and more often. Fatigue was setting in. “Move damn you!” he willed his legs, but the mind was willing while the flesh was so very weak.

“Now as the eighth day of competition draws to a close,” the announcer declared as Ataru made a grab that was more like a stumble. No, dammit! Come back Shinobu! Where are you? Motivate this frail body on just a little bit more! “Both contestants are showing signs of fatigue.”

Both contestants? Ataru’s eyes flickered up. Yes. Lum was moving slower than she had been before, wasn’t she? Maybe he did have a chance. Maybe... Just maybe...

Ataru pounced like a lion - no, make that a tiger just to parallel neatly with the preferred alien clothing print - and for the very first time since the competition had begun collided with his prey. “Got you!” he declared triumphantly, and a mighty triumphant roar came from the human crowd.

Added bonus? He got to cop a feel in the process. Complete accident, it’s not like he could’ve done that on purpose if he’d tried. Not in the state he was in after a full day of running! Still. The moment was appreciated. Less so was the firm slap across the face he got when Lum twisted around in his grip.

“Let go, pervert!” she yelled with a slight blush staining her cheeks.

Ataru obeyed the instruction reflexively, his arms slackening from their grip around her body in an automatic matter completely beyond his control. Some part of his mind screamed at him “no, you fool! You were so close!” and so as he fell Ataru’s hands grasped for something - anything - to hold on to, just so that when he had recovered from this mighty blow he could easily recapture Lum, put this nightmare to bed and start living the dream.

He was dimly aware of a tearing sound and the next thing he knew he was staring up at Lum as she flew up to her spaceship.

“No,” Ataru whispered. “No, no, no!” He stared down at the bikini top his fingers had snagged as a matter of instinct and felt tears start to fall down his face. “N...no!”

“Moroboshi is crying into the... ahem, garment Lum left in his hands. A poignant scene, a heartbreaking scene as we close on this day. But hang in there, Moroboshi! You still have tomorrow. Don’t let it break you! This concludes another live broadcast.”

No, it wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair! Now Shinobu would never suck him off again! Not if this was the best he could do! Not if this was as close as he could get! They say that the worst punishment a man in hell can have is to glimpse heaven and know they could never reach it. Now Ataru understood why.
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Lum floated down gently through the tree’s foliage to hover just outside the human’s open window.  She spied him making use of his species’ susceptibility to gravity for muscle enhancement and she decided to simply observe for the moment.  She lounged upon the window sill with one arm across her breasts and gazed down the plank his body made to the bulge she knew was there.

“Twenty-one.” He counted before drawing his feet to his hands and explosively jumping into the air.   Lum would normally have found his futile attempt to defy gravity hilarious but now she could only stare with open mouthed fascination as the human’s genitals did amazing things in response to his sudden movement.  Then he was back down on the ground and performing another full body press to the floor.   This time she was nearly beside herself with anticipation, her arm falling away from her breasts to lean forward both hands gripping the window sill.

“Twenty-two.” Into the air he went and Lum’s eyes remained glued to his package as it jumped along with him.

His eyes widened as he saw her and he remained standing with just the sort of shocked and surprised expression she’d been hoping for, “How long have YOU been there?!”

“GIVE IT BACK- to me...” Lum’s forceful demand crumbled as his crotch moved independently from the rest of his body, it swelled, and seemed to push a bit further down his thigh.  Were Oni penises this intriguing?  Certainly Rei’s groin had never drawn her so.  Suddenly, she realized why it was reacting so and swiftly covered her chest once more.

The human had a stupid expression on his face, “Why... What do you mean?”

“What you stripped off of me! Give it back!”

A sort of handsomely cunning look appeared as he reached into his pants and Lum’s heart leapt into her throat, “Oh! Do you mean this?”

No, she hadn’t meant that but she certainly wasn’t going to protest if he-- why was her skin positively tingling?  Lum gasped in shock and no small bit of disappointment as he retrieved her top from where it had been stuffed inside his pants, “You were WEARING IT?”

Lum suddenly had a very different reason and one no less pressing for getting her top back.

The human held it out to her, “You want it? Come get it!”

A giddy racing feeling had overtaken Lum and she found herself applying a rather different stratagem than she’d planned.   She did her best mimic some of Ran’s scandalous behavior, modulating her voice into something sexy as she leaned forward a bit and let her arm fall some to reveal more of her breasts, “Oh I do want it.  Quite a lot actually.  And I bet a lusty man like yourself is wondering just what I’d be willing to do to get it back, yes?”

Her tactic was effective to say the least.

The boy looked stricken, his cheeks coloring and a far off look in his eyes.

A slightly demented giggle escaped his lips, “Blow job?” he queried.

Lum had no idea what that was supposed to mean so she just with, “Maybeee...” as she floated closer trying her best to entice him with her eyes.  “Perhaps you should take out your thing there.”  She nodded towards his crotch.

He grinned and quickly moved to comply only for a look of suspicion to flit across his features as he watched her approach.  An evil grin split his lips and he was suddenly thrusting her top back down his pants, “Perhaps you can take it out for me.  This’ll be your reward.”

Lum froze in mid air.  One, because she realized she very much wanted to reach into those pants and it had nothing to do with her top, the entire reason why she’d come here tonight.  And two, because she’d just become aware of how moist and sticky she was down there.

Her body’s powerful reaction to this mere human frightened her and she somersaulted in the air back towards the window and zoomed out of it.

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It was a complete contrast to yesterday’s conclusion. There Ataru was, smiling and limbering up as though he had this all in the bag. He stretched from side to side in blissful unawareness of how many members of the audience tilted slightly alongside him. Ahead of him Lum stood ready to race, arms folded across her chest. No playful expression today. Today she was furious. A casual glance at a glass of water might cause it to boil.

“Just as I thought,” Ataru thought to himself. “She must only have the one. Heh. She still looks kinda cute when she’s mad.”

“Well? Shall we try my luck?” Ataru asked, rocking on his heels in such a way that just so happened to thrust his crotch in his adversary’s general direction. Lum grunted in annoyance, but he could see perfectly well where her eyeline was concentrating. If anything it just made him smile wider.

The starting pistol was fired, and the two began to run down the street, Lum with a much less relaxed posture than usual while Ataru made use of the more proper form, keeping himself aerodynamic, swinging his arms from side to side and in the process allowing his body to make better use of his energy. With her slouched posture, Lum would surely tire much faster than before and as an experimental grab attempt indicated quite effectively, her range of motion was severely limited because she dared not expose herself.

“Victory is mine!” Ataru yelled triumphantly, diving for the alien in a repeated performance of the day before. Just as then he collided with her body and was able to seize hold, but he’d not won yet! Now he had to seize her horn, and then -

“Never underestimate a woman!” Lum yelled, moments before her foot introduced itself to his jaw. Impressive blow considering their relative positions, but Ataru had little time for that right now.

He rolled backwards across the street but picked himself up with a manic grin. “Perhaps not!” Ataru said. “But maybe you should’ve taken me up on my offer last ni- Hey, where’d she go?”

“So you think it’s funny stealing someone’s clothing in public, do you?” a familiar voice said from right behind him. “Well, why don’t we find out!”

Ataru wasn’t listening to her words.  All he knew was that she was right behind him and he whirled around frantically before she could retreat, his arm flying up for the horn.  At the exact same time, Lum tore his shorts and underwear straight down.  Ataru’s long thick flaccid length came flopping out as his legs got tangled in the garments as he twisted around.   He managed to face Lum but he immediately started falling and his grasping fingers just missed the alien girl’s horn.   His painful contact with the ground was accompanied by his dick thickly slapping his stomach and he was suddenly aware of his exposure.   Not that he cared in the least because he saw Lum still just standing there half bent over with an honestly crazy expression upon her sexy face.

“GOOTCHA!” he shouted as he reached out and snatched her wrist, jerking her down to sprawl atop him.  His free hand was then racing across her scalp till it found that perfect little nub of a horn.  He pinched it tightly while wrapping his other arm about her bare back firmly.  No way was she going to get away before this thing was called!  That left him with his pants down but fixing that could wait.  He could hear the roar of the crowd around him, it was tremendous!

“HE’S DONE IT!  HE’S DONE IT! ATARU MOROBOSHI HAS SAVED THE EARTH!”

Despite his strong hold on her, Lum wasn’t struggling at all.  He had to admit it felt pretty nice to have a mostly nude hottie like her pressed against him.  Er... Little too good maybe.  He was definitely getting a boner.  That could be awkward.  Especially since the way he was pressing her head into his collar bone, she was probably getting an eyeful right about now.  Not that she was complaining.  About anything, actually.  That was weird.  He figured she’d be pretty pissed off since you know, he had just foiled her race’s dastardly plan to conquer the Earth and all.

Heh.  Whatever.  Hot alien chick laying on my dick and I just saved the world.  Couldn’t get better than that.  Oh! And more Shinobu blowjobs!   That <i>was</i> better.

Ataru felt a warm feeling spread outward from his stomach.  <i>Man,  maybe my luck is really going to change!</i>

The crowd had closed in around them now with the reporters at the front.

“Congratulations, Mr. Moroboshi!”

“The whole world congratulates you!”

“Your turgid endowment has done Japan proud!”

The adulation of the crowd was pretty gratifying, though that last shout was kind of weird.  It reminded him of his partial nudity but he still didn’t want to let go of Lum and wasn’t sure how to go about fixing that problem without releasing her.  Finally, he stood up pulling her to her feet as he hurriedly did his best to jerk up his shorts with just one hand.  The problem was her cute little body against his meant he still had a total boner to contend with and his shorts just didn’t begin to have the coverage needed.

Someone shouted, “Don’t bother, Moroboshi!  The ladies will throw a fit if you put that thing away!” A wave of laughter accompanied the comment and Ataru felt his face flush.

A reporter leaned in and added in a confidential tone, “You should leave it alone and keep both hands on the lady till an official declaration is made.”   Ataru nodded tightly as he brought his hand up to secure Lum but he couldn’t help but notice the man directing a camera directly at his dick as it jutted between them.  It was probably his imagination but it seemed like the majority of cameras were pointed at his crotch rather than the scene as a whole.  Another newsman was slapping him on the back and saying, “Don’t worry, son.  Your penis just saved the world!  Nothing obscene about that!”

“It’s a damned piece of history now!” added another.

“Actually, Mr. Moroboshi, do you think you could shift the alien to the side there? I’d like to get a shot...”

A microphone was thrust in his face and a particularly overbearing reporter was asking, “Now that you’ve won, what are you going to do now?”

At that very moment, he’d caught sight of his family pushing forward along with Shinobu.  His girlfriend was looking rather perturbed as she stared at the way he was holding Lum.   A memory bubbled up of Shinobu’s mouth urgently slurping upon his dick as one hand jerked his shaft while the other cradled his balls.  Her cheeks blowing up like a blowfish as he exploded inside her mouth.  Her frantically running her tongue up and down his shaft and all over his balls as she searched for every last drop of his cum as she gushed about how wonderful he tasted.  He wanted her.  He wanted <i>that</i>.  He wanted wonderful amazing Shinobu blowjobs for the rest of his life.   Mindful of his mother’s presence and a swift resolution to Shinobu’s growing rage, he hastily answered the reporter’s question,  shouting, “I’m getting married!”

And that’s when Lum chose to rouse from the la la land she’d drifted into ever since she’d laid eyes on Ataru’s magnificent fascinating and oh so special human penis.  Her head snapped up and her eyes were sparkling as she loudly declared, “Oh yes!  I accept!  I will marry you!  No Oni man can compare!  None are more worthy than you!”

Ataru’s stomach dropped through the asphalt as Shinobu’s smile vanished like it never was.  The reaction from the crowd was rather predictable.

“Mr. Moroboshi!  You mean you’re marrying Lum?!”

“HAHA!  Once you go human,  you never go back!”

“Make that Japanese!”

As Shinobu turned on her heel and stormed off completely ignoring his pleas and as Lum settled comfortably against him and as the outrageous comments continued to come, Ataru got the distinct impression his luck wasn’t going to change after all.

If he had any inkling to the contrary, it was immediately put to rest as his mom pushed towards him brandishing a handkerchief, “Ataru!  Put that very big penis away this instant!  You’re going to make a mess all over your fiance!”

No luck at all....