Story: Kiss-O-Matic

Whoops, sorry this is late. Not exactly feeling great right now. Please enjoy.


At heart, you will not often find two people so categorically different as Motoko and Kitsune. One is serious, blunt, and forceful while the other is more relaxed, opaque and flexible. Just about then Motoko was learning exactly how flexible her roommate was, as their relationship was suddenly becoming much, much closer than either of them could have imagined.

<i>“Her lips are so soft,”</i> Motoko thought while pushing her tongue quite forcefully against Kitsune’s. This was met with a sort of playful reply, the tricky girl teasing her as she always did with everyone she knew. Allowing Motoko’s tongue to probe deeper into her mouth, while her own tongue slid up and down the side, eliciting most uncharacteristic whimpers from the stern swordswoman’s throat. <i>“This feels so good! I want to do this forever!”</i>

Except. Motoko was born into a family of demon hunters, who routinely perform exorcisms as a matter of tradition. Each member of the family is at least partially trained through the basics and given some role in maintaining the family’s position, and Motoko was certainly no exception. One of these initial pieces of training is a direct response to the certainty that elements of the spiritual world must view their family as enemies, something to be feared and destroyed at the first opportunity. As most wicked spirits capable of strategy are cowardly and malicious, their first port of call in such a situation would typically involve possessing a member of the family as an infiltration method.

Therefore, from a young age all members of the Aoshima family undertake training to detect alterations to their thought processes and resist them once identified. Why had this training not taken hold when Motoko first received her kiss from the machine? Well, the training was designed towards supernaturally induced alterations to the mind and this was more high science than magical. It took her unconscious a little time to catch up, but once it did -

Motoko pushed Kitsune away and rubbed at her lips, which were still puckering expectantly. <i>“What is this?”</i> she thought. A brief self examination told her everything immediately. Her body was aching to kiss. To make out. To do lewd things to each other with their lips and tongues, and the truly strange part about it was that Motoko felt as though she had a strange instinctive understanding of how to use her lips and tongue to give a person the maximum pleasure that a mouth could deliver.

Now, she didn’t exactly figure that out because of her training, you must understand. She figured it out because she’d started kissing the back of her hand while distracted from what the hell was actually going on around here.

“Mmm,” Kitsune moaned, puckering her lips, licking them seductively. “Playing rough? Sounds fun to me. Would you like me to play rough too?”

“Yes,” Motoko admitted, backing away slightly, because this was not a fight she currently felt capable of winning. “And that is precisely why I am going to leave you alone for a moment. I have to find that contraption before it kisses anyone else!”

Which was true enough. Nobody’s lips were safe as long as that thing was skittering around! Motoko fled from the room with whatever was left of her dignity, the only thought going through her head the safety of the other residents. It might attack Naru next! Or maybe even their manager, Urashima…

And all of a sudden her legs felt a little bit weak, and her lips felt that dangerous pulsing need all that much more. Kiss Keitaro? What a ridiculous idea. But then again, if his lips were already occupied then the machine wouldn’t be able to -

That was the machine talking. Not her. What sort of abomination had Su made this time? What was happening to her? More to the point, what would happen to the others if she didn’t find a way to fight this in time?

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Mitsune felt good. No, more like she felt really, really good. Unlike Motoko she had absolutely no training whatsoever to resist external influences or temptation, and so had dived right on into the wonderful pool of excess that had been opened wide for her. She lay on the floor smiling brightly while her fingers gently rubbed along the outside of her mouth. It seemed ridiculous to her that Motoko was fighting it. But then again, Motoko had always been the far too serious type.

“She really needs to learn to relax,” Mitsune said with a huge sigh. “Being that stressed out all the time can’t be good for her. Here’s me thinking we were due for a breakthrough, maybe get her laid, maybe make her a little less uptight.”

“Oh, I don’t know!” yelled an enthusiastic, hyperactive voice. “She’s more fun this way! How ya doing, ’Tsune!”

“Wonderful, Su, thanks for asking,” Mitsune replied. The little inventor was perched in a manner like a cat watching a mouse scurrying after crumbs. “Your invention is a real… Game changer.”

“Glad you liked it!” Su adjusted her position and positively beamed. Seriously, that kind of smile could blind a person. “I installed it with a super special learning system. It scans the response and adjusts accordingly, providing a little electricity to really zap in the pleasure!”

“I see. Weren’t you chasing after it?”

“Lost track of it in the hall when it dashed around a corner. Tricky tricky! But I’ll find it again soon enough. But first, I have to conduct a survey. Please answer on scale, this has to be done <i><b>scientifically</b></i>!”

It occurred to Mitsune that if anyone in this world could turn market research into a mad science, it was probably the girl in front of her. Still, the mischievous side of her simply couldn’t resist seeing exactly what form that might take. Perhaps the numbers 1 through 10 formed out of electrical discharge and the person taking the survey had to -

Had to…

Mitsune’s eyes blurred. Ever since she’d broken off from Motoko, a terrible empty feeling had been growing in the pit of her stomach. It left her lips tingling. Her body aching with need. Now it was like a pot that was bubbling over, and suddenly it felt like her entire body was being kissed at once by that wonderful machine. Her sense of pleasure was being completely overwhelmed, and to both her own amazement and Su’s there was a sudden and drastic change that neither of them could have possibly expected.

Her breasts swell.

1. She discharges pleasure-inducing bolts of energy.
2. Her lips acquire a magnetic property, attracting the lips of the nearest person that’s not yet been kissed by the machine.
3. Something else