Story: R+V Monstrous

You know, we really need to define exactly what it is that Tsukune can do.


It was dark, it was cramped, it stunk and there was something else moving inside here with her, ew, ew, ew! Kurumu screamed and repeatedly kicked it, whatever it was, and tried in vain to create some distance between the two of them right now, now, now!

“Ow, ow, ow!” whimpered a familiar voice that made Kurumu stop her kicking and gasp in shock.

“Tsukune!” she yelped, blinking rapidly in an attempt to help her eyes adjust to the darkness. “Are you alright?”

“Uh… I think so… Hang on, did I introduce myself? I don’t remember -”

“Wah!” Kurumu whimpered. A fake cry that was instinctively produced, designed to make her seem helpless and trigger a male’s protective instincts, enabling close proximity whereupon the enterprising young succubus could easily use her larger and more perfect breasts to distract and entice the unwary. Not that she needed much help with close proximity. Within the bag there was nothing <i>but</i> close proximity! Though externally she was crying with fear, internally she was thinking something closer to “Get out of this one, smeghead.”

So in her attempt to escape the dark and mysterious power and allure of Tsukune Aono’s mysterious monster type, she had inadvertently managed to stick herself into a place where she could not help but be nearby. The best - read only - strategy available to her now was an aura of complete helplessness that might <i>maybe</i> prevent him from doing… Whatever the hell he did to Moka. At best it was a patch, but it was a patch that would probably work. The texture of the bag didn’t seem all that tough, unless compared to other plastic bags. It was thicker, sure, but not nearly as bad as she was expecting…

“Sorry,” she pushed herself away from Tsukune, and for reasons she didn’t think about or understand felt a little bit dizzy doing so. Very nearly collapsed back into his arms, as a matter of fact. “We need to get out of here, right? Allow me. I think I have an idea.”

A flex of the wrist, and her fingernails extended. Not that he could see them or anything. A simple scratch along the sides, and daylight streaked right through into the bag - Except that before Kurumu could even move towards it, the bag closed up right away.

“Huh?!” she gasped, and stabbed the bag lining again! The result was the same! It closed right up the second the tear was made! “Hey! What gives! No fair!”

“Uh… The janitor said something about no one person being strong enough to break out by themselves,” Tsukune said, with a slight cough. “I think this may be what he meant by that. I think maybe two people could escape -”

“If you held the tear open before it closed,” Kurumu completed the thought, “Then I could climb out and pull you through from the other side! Yes, that could work!” She darted forward and hugged Tsukune triumphantly. Yes! They weren’t stuck in here after all! She was so relieved by this fact that she completely missed the flush feeling spreading very quickly through her body, or how oddly comfortable it was to be so close to this boy she barely knew and was, previously, kind of scared of. She waited until he got into position, slashed through the bag lining, and then Tsukune quickly gripped both sides of the tear, creating a hole just barely big enough for her to squeeze through. Which she did, crawling out eagerly into the daylight and letting the relief wash right through into her. Kurumu spun around to extend a hand to pull Tsukune out -

Then her hand was slapped away by a big, fat, greasy hand which was quickly followed by the bigger, fatter and greasier body of the sleazeball janitor, whose mere stench made Kurumu back away on instinct.

“Eh,” he said. “We got the boy. Don’t need you.” He wiped his hand under his nose (?) and gave Kurumu a threatening look. “You can go now if you want. He will not bother you again.”

And he turned away from her like she didn’t even matter. Like a piece of trash. No. Lower than trash. At the very least he would have picked up a piece of discarded garbage to toss back into his weird bag! For some reason it really didn’t make any sense to her, even though he was in no way at all inhibiting her escape and even though she was honestly kind of scared of the boy inside that bag… She couldn’t leave it alone, and even though she may have taken a single step backwards she took several more steps forward with her wings growing out of her back. She leaped into the air, soared forward in a dive bomb - And bounced right off his big, blubbery back!

“Gave you chance,” the janitor said. “This is your own fault.”

Before she could ask exactly what he meant by that, a fist careened her way. Not particularly fast, but certainly strong enough to make her worry. Kurumu had the advantage of flight, but even a scratch with her nails did little more than tickle him. No blood drawn. No <i>anything</I>. Ooh! This jerk was just like that bag! Some sort of healing ability? Well, in that case she might well be screwed. She couldn’t hurt him, and it was only a matter of time before he used his massive, oversized ugly mass to corner her, and then she would be really -

“Got you,” the janitor warbled.

- Screwed. Kurumu was flattened against the wall and crumbled to the ground in a rather uncomfortable heap.

“Should have listened,” the janitor said. “Be a good girl, stay there.”

It was funny. She couldn’t bring herself to move, and her vision was a little blurry. Even so. Kurumu could barely make out what sort of looked like a thread connected between her and the bag. What a weird thing to fixate on when she might have broken ribs, huh?

Then the string pulsed. A feeling of something strange shot right through Kurumu. Something wonderful and affirming and she was standing up as it spread throughout her entire body. She looked at her arms, and it was weird. She couldn’t see her veins or arteries or anything but it was like she knew exactly where they were and how much blood was pumping through them. Her very own heartbeat sounded positively delicious.

What was more, she felt sexy. Well. That was a normal state of being for a succubus but this was different. It was a whole other kind of sexy. Sort of like… Power. Real, raw, unstoppable power. Running her tongue over her lips revealed a twin pair of protruding fangs but she took no notice of that. Because right there in front of her was a man that needed to be taught his place.

So Kurumu strode forward with a hand on her hip then used the other hand to tap the sack of lard on the shoulder. Then, when he turned around, she flapped her wings and simultaneously lifted a knee right up into the lowest chin he had. It rippled up his face and then his entire body tried very, very hard to follow in the same direction. He landed like an earthquake.

“Why, you - You cheeky little bitch!” the janitor warbled as he rolled over onto his side, shaking the bells out of his head. “I was being nice before. No more of that!”

But Kurumu had ignored him in favour of opening up the bag and tipping Tsukune out. A thrill went through her entire body at the sight of him, and at the edge of her vision she saw the red thread pulse once again. The janitor lunged for the pair of them, prompting Kurumu to sniff with disdain, and with a flick of her wrist and a boot up the backside she sent him sprawling right inside his own stupid self-repairing bag. How there was enough room for him in there - Well, perhaps it extended its size to accommodate the waste within? Whatever. Perhaps if someone asked really nicely Kurumu could send them an itemized list of all the fucks she didn’t give.

The feeling of power suddenly drained away, leaving Kurumu feeling rather woozy all of a sudden. She collapsed into a muscular pair of arms, and found herself staring up into the eyes of the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes upon ever, ever, ever.

“Careful now,” said an extremely charming voice. Kurumu nearly melted in his arms. “I think you overexerted yourself. Such a pretty creature like yourself should be a little more careful with a brute like that, don’t you think?”

Kurumu was too lost staring into Tsukune’s eyes to take note as a pair of wings, very similar to the wings of a succubus began to sprout from his back. Then again, that is the kind of thing that tends to happen when the “charm” ability is used on someone.

1. Kurumu shakes off the charm once she recognises its effects, and runs.
2. Kurumu falls completely for the charm.
3. Kurumu charms Tsukune in return.
4. Kurumu shakes off the charm, but decides “to hell with it” and has sex with him anyway.
5. Moka arrives to find the two in a firm embrace.
6. Something else