Ataru sat up, bleary eyed and smiling. Oh, how he was smiling. It was kind of hard not to. He’d just had the most amazing dream where he had completely consequence-free sex with Lum, and she was every little bit as perverted as he was. Couldn’t be real, of course. An event like that would take something pretty powerful and… And he was looking right up at Lum, floating in the air nude and masturbating and did he mention nude? Because she was. Completely naked, and writhing and moaning while several fingers on one hand disappeared into her quite drenched mound.
Still dreaming then. But what a dream to have! Ataru carefully rolled underneath Lum, stared up at her beautiful face, smirked at noticing her eyes were closed, then reached up to cup her breasts. She gasped and finally noticed his presence, greeting him with a warm smile and a happy squeal.
“Darling! You’re awake!” Lum said, moaning a little under the tender attention he was paying to both of her nipples. “Ooh, it’s about time! I’m so horny!”
“Hey, hey, it’s not my fault you’re insatiable,” Ataru said.
“Actually, you used hypnosis to release my inner sexual inhibitions, so it kind of is your fault.”
Good point, but she wasn’t exactly complaining. Nor did she resist when his hands went towards her hips and gently pulled her down to lie on top of him. He sat up just as she encircled his head with her arm, pulling him into a kiss that sent sparks flying all around. Or at least it felt like it. While Ataru took the time to enjoy the delight of holding a gorgeous, naked, horny alien babe close to his similarly naked body, Lum’s other arm trailed down his back and he felt paper brushing up against him.
Paper? Wait. Wait. Why would Lum be holding paper? Unless….
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The room was lead lined, wallpapered with tinfoil and had very special protection built into it to protect anyone within from the effects of breathing in lead. I mean. That stuff is nasty. Did you know people used to use lead powder because they thought it would make them pretty, little realising they were poisoning themselves? Seriously. Lead poisoning is no laughing matter, and - And we’ve strayed quite far from the point. The point is, the only things really missing to make this room a paranoid conspiracy nut’s perfect haven were the lack of tinned food, the lack of shotguns (or any kind of munitions) and the lack of a notice board covered with newspaper clippings with key words highlighted as though they were directly responsible for brainwashing the masses.
As far as furnishing went, it was very much arranged like a meeting room. Chairs all pointed in a single direction, a podium at the front of them. At the moment the chairs were occupied with members of a certain classroom from a certain school, and right at the podium was a certain rich brat by the name of Mendo. He banged his gavel to draw attention, though nobody had really been making any noise at all. “Order!” he called, though order had already long since arrived. “We shall begin our weekly meeting immediately! Now then! Any peculiar instances of perversion to report?”
The room fell silent for a moment, and all around looked at one another expectantly. After a minute or two of no responses, Mendo reluctantly shook his head and banged his gavel once more. “Very well,” he declared. “No peculiarities in behaviour noted by anyone. Or rather, no new ones at least. I am disappointed that nobody here has found anything yet. Perhaps we are not searching hard enough or long enough? If we are to find and unmask the mysterious perverted puppeteer responsible for… For humiliating all of us so thoroughly, we must redouble our efforts! Stay vigilant! Stay observant! This devil may strike at any time! If we are to learn of its limitations and vulnerabilities, we need more information!
“Now. Onto our second agenda. Moroboshi is our prime suspect, for he is usually at the heart of such matters one way or the other. I want a report on his activities in the last week, starting with anything abnormal. For Moroboshi, I mean. If we were to start on what would be normally considered abnormal behaviour, we’d be here forever.”
This time, the crowd was not silent. This time, they did have things to say. Things Mendo could put to good use….
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It was strange how darling was twitching like that. It couldn’t be a good sign for his health. Barely breathing, staring at the earthling toy she’d been doodling with like it were a broken heirloom. He flipped through the pages and reacted rather oddly each time. Smiling, but very nervous as well.
“Well, this explains a few things,” he finally said. “I was starting to think the last couple of weeks were a bit weird. Now I know why.”
“I’m not quite following you,” Lum said warily. “And I’m not entirely sure I care either. What could possibly be more important than screwi-” Which was right about when reality seemed to notice her, and all of a sudden Lum found herself being forced to update her memories of the last couple of weeks. The whole class giving her and Ataru a wide, wide berth. The suspicious glances. The ones that would start to follow them around, rather a lot less hidden than they thought they were. Her own attempt to mitigate things by at least trying to make them forget what had happened… That having limited success…
Oh dear. What had she done?
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In the meantime, Ryunosuke was buttoning up her shirt and climbing out of bed. She looked to the left side of the bed. She looked to its right. And above all else, she knew one thing. She was a woman. Without question.
“When will I see you again?” the girl to her left asked, clutching at Ryunosuke’s hand like a lifeline.
All she did was turn back to smile and nod at the barely conscious boy that had been lying to her right. He grinned at the ceiling. Oh yeah, only a woman could do that to a guy. No question. She stretched out her arms behind her head, causing a small nosebleed from the girl that Ryunosuke delicately dabbed at with her sleeve.
“You’ll see me again soon,” she said. Whenever she next felt the need to remind herself that she was a chick. Not just any chick. A slamming hottie. Really though. The girl was - at first - just an aide to her real goal. Making a guy cream. Turns out she kinda liked the company of girls just as much as guys. Huh. Funny old world. With a playful wink at the guy, who burbled unintelligibly, she turned and strolled out of the room. Sure, her walk was still anything but feminine and sure, and she still dressed up in her old clothes, but what did it matter? When the mood took her, guys were putty in her hands and that’s all she really needed.
It was only natural that her thoughts would turn towards those that taught her these truths about herself, and she had to sigh a little bit at thinking about them. Ryunosuke owed them both so very much… Maybe she ought to try and make it up to ’em somehow? Yeah, that sounded like the right thing to do… Maybe she oughta go do that….
- Ataru engages in damage control.
- Before Ataru can really do anything, something completely insane happens.
- What other consequences did Lum's past alteration have?
- Something else
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