Merry Christmas: First Impressions

So, usually what I do around this time of year is take the top two winners and do an update for both of them. Not doing that this week. Because I have something else in store for you instead. You see, a couple of weeks back I took note of the top voted threads everyone participating voted for, and wrote an episode for them (well, as of time of writing four still need to be finished).

Here is the first one, and by coincidence it is the winner of this week's overall vote. Meaning it gets another update later this week. Enjoy!


Ataru Moroboshi was a pervert. A completely obvious pervert that made pretty much no attempt whatsoever to hide the fact. Shinobu was his girlfriend. These two facts lead us to the inevitable question of “why on Earth would a girl like that choose to date a boy like that?” He wasn’t particularly attractive, but some people might use that word as a clue: Attractive. We’ve all heard the old saying. Opposites attract. How could you get more opposite than a pervert and a prude?

Opposites attract. Yes, in terms of physics that is certainly true. A magnet’s south pole will attract the north pole of a different magnet. An electron will be drawn towards a proton. But does that necessarily carry over to the realm of human relationships? When you get right down to it, why would a prude give a pervert the time of day? Unless of course, when it came to the realm of human attraction it was a more reliable heuristic that rather than opposites attract, it might well be.…

Right about then Shinobu wasn’t exactly deep in thought over such matters, as she’d learned that the effect of the gloves was oppositely charged to Lum’s natural static discharge. Hence her hands were sticking to the alien invader’s giggling, writhing, sexy body. And since little sparks of electricity were flying off her with each fresh “ha!” that meant that to all intents and purposes she was being forced to grope the alien until the very moment she stopped saying the word “bang” for more than about thirty seconds.

This was too high a price for her current line of thought. If some sort of temporal field passed through the room and allowed the Shinobu of just five minutes ago see her in the present day, she would be completely shocked into disbelief and denial. As for the Shinobu of here and now?

“Hahaha! Stop!” Lum begged. “I’ll do it! Hahaha! I’ll throw the race! Just stop already!”

Here and now she was smiling like a lunatic. Smiling so hard that sweat was pouring off her. She was licking her lips, drinking in the sight of the sexy, squirming alien girl as she thrashed around helplessly. It was tapping into a part of herself that she kept repressed deep down, the part that made her attracted to Ataru in the first place.

“What’s the matter?” Shinobu asked in a mocking tone. “I thought you wanted me to feel you up? I thought you wanted me to give in to my inner pervert.” She gave Lum’s tits a good hard squeeze. “Bang,” she said with transparent relish. “I could play with these all day…”

The door flew open behind her, completely interrupting her thoughts. She barely had time to peer over her shoulder before Ataru was roughly pulling her back with his arms wrapped around her waist. Shinobu was more than strong enough to resist his attempt, but why on earth would she do anything like that when she could go with it instead and then use her lips to pin him to the wall?

Funny thing was? Shinobu was so repressed that the two of them had never even kissed before. The most they’d ever done was hold hands until now and so far as her new unrepressed outlook was concerned there was a fair amount of catching up to do.

“Hi, honey.” Shinobu pushed her breasts rather obviously against Ataru’s chest, while guiding his hands down her back. They didn’t need much persuading. “I beat the evil alien. Let’s celebrate.”

Behind her, Lum gurgled in bliss. In front of her, Ataru had a very rapid range of emotions passing over his face that pretty much told the entire story there and then. <i>“What’s going on? Shinobu isn’t usually this forward. Huh, maybe I should have put some more clothes on before rushing to the rescue. Or then again maybe not, her hand makes a persuasive argument.”</i>

“Hey now,” he said. “Promise not to kill me later on when you’re your normal self again?”

“I’ll kill you now if you don’t,” she replied. “And this <i>is</i> my normal self, idiot! I’ve wanted you to take the hint and screw me stupid since we started dating. But noooo, you had to keep on staring at all those other girls when you could have had me any time you asked!”


“Any time I asked? Really?”

And just about now was when the speeding train that comprised Shinobu’s thoughts crashed and derailed. Or perhaps it caught up with her. Either way, now was when she realised exactly what it was she had spent the last several minutes saying and doing and stopped being caught up in the moment. Had she really just told Ataru that she had wanted to have sex throughout their entire relationship? Had she really spent the last couple of minutes giving an alien a thorough tech-enhanced orgasmic grope? Had she really meant any of that? Any of it at all? This was a moment of deep introspection which required some serious personal reflection and analysis. Hard questions that she would have to ask of herself. Had she truly repressed her sexual desires to this extent due to societal pressures and concerns about how others might perceive her? Deluded herself just as thoroughly as those around her? Had she gravitated towards Ataru because she felt respect for his ability to project his feelings honestly without worrying about those fears and concerns?

Was she willing to throw it all away in favour of a quick shag? Put in those terms, the answer to all of those questions seemed pretty obvious. The best way she could think of to express it, and the answer to Ataru’s own question was as follows:

“Shut up and do me already.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

And like that, he took her. Or she took him. In the heat of the moment who could tell? All Shinobu cared about was that at last she was getting what she wanted: Satisfaction from her boyfriend. She pushed him to the floor, easily overpowering him, but his enthusiasm… Was breathtaking.

It was astounding, really. Given their positions and her superior strength she should be the one dictating the pace. And yet he was the one controlling the rhythm. It was strange. Sort of like she’d had her eye on a great big cake and now that she was finally getting to eat it she couldn’t believe how <i>full</i> and <i>wonderful</i> and complete it made her feel and - And it was so delicious that she wanted more, more, more, and the cake was teasing her by dancing around her tastebuds, then grew hands and stroked her body in the most sensual manner. This was a cake that knew how to treat a woman, and really now the metaphor was just getting weird but can you blame her because -

“OH, GOD! YES!”

It is rather difficult to think rationally when on the verge of a building climax. Shinobu collapsed with the grace of a feather onto Ataru’s chest. If that feather was made of iron. He made the most adorable little yelp while she just lay there breathing heavily. Enjoying the sound of his heartbeat and the warmth of his body. Nothing could possibly ruin this moment. Nothing.

“Wow,” Ataru said, utterly breathless. “That was even better than Lum or her buddies. Way more intense!”

“… Run that by me again?”

1. Somehow this results in Shinobu having sex with all three aliens while forcing Ataru to watch but not participate. This will surely punish him!
2. Actually, the new unleashed Shinobu finds that a rather incredible turn on.
3. More realistically, this pisses her off and cue the breakup.
4. Something else