Sunday, 29 November 2015

Story: Love Hina WP


Kanako tried her best not to show it. However, she was a rather, shall we say, competitive young lady? Given her obsession with doing such naughty things to Keitaro when he was single mindedly obsessed over finding his elusive promised girl, well, that probably isn't all that surprising. Without the drive to win she would never have come so far or tried half as hard as she had.

"I am quite certain I can do better than this!" Kanako tutted. "I can definitely create something sillier and stranger than any of these other suggestions so far. Without question, without a doubt... Now, let me see, something absurd beyond belief... Aha! I have the very thing!"

008: Kaolla Su has created a series of stripperbots. Each one with the same face as one of the other residents.

She sat back triumphantly. There! That was completely silly, over the top and daft. Su was an astonishing inventor, yes, but for her to create a series of stripperbots that looked like the other residents? Pft! Hardly! Then again, why not type out something a little more... Shall we say... Self indulgent before heading out to meet with the others?

009: Keitaro Urashima's memory is flawless.

That should make him remember who his <b>real</b> promised girl was! Kanako allowed herself a smirk that she'd never normally show, then hopped right up onto her feet and strolled out of the room with a cocky swagger.

Then did a u-turn, coughed into her hand and typed:

010: Keitaro Urashima's dick is the perfect length, girth and hardness for whatever situation he's in at that exact moment in time.

Just a small piece of self gratification. No need to even type out what he'd be doing with it, because she'd get to experience that personally anyway, so there was no need to type it out. Although she should probably hurry. Just in case the girls do something crazy and spook the poor boy. Again.

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Humankind is arrogant. Really, really arrogant. Why? Well, we have science telling us how the world works and religion telling us we have the right to use it however we see fit. Well, that's a little bit simplified but you get the general idea.

We call the Earth itself our dominion. We go where we please, prevented only by the limits of our own ingenuity and our fellow man. Or in the case of one place where man dares not to tread, woman. A woman in a rather childish labcoat/ school uniform combination, who - in a terrible moment - flipped a switch and smiled brightly at the figures standing in front of herself.

"They're alive!" Su said, regarding the stripperbots she had created. "They're alive!"

She tapped the first one, a European redhead that happened to look just like a certain idol that didn't exist before yesterday, but today had existed for the last year. "Tsunderebot!" Su declared, and the perfect figure reached out, and a pole seemed to grow right at the point it happened to grab. It twirled around in a perfect example of the most basic pole dancing move.

"It - it's not like I'm stripping because I want you to see me naked, or anything!" the Tsunderebot said in a tone of voice that could be described as being like a shy tsundere, a horny stripper and a confident young woman all at the same time. How was that possible? Well, special modulations in its voice unit that allowed it to project several ideas all at once. Su applauded, then tapped the Tsunderebot off. The pole it was holding disappeared as though it had never been there. Truly a miracle of science.

"Maidbot," Su said. A robot that looked like a certain swordswoman reached out, grabbed a pole that wasn't there a moment ago and flicked her hair back. "Drunkbot, Auntbot, Witchbot, Cutebot and Trapbot!"

In order, in case the reader could not figure this out themselves, that was Mitsune, Haruka, Kanako, Shinobu and right at the end was a very busty and effeminate version of Keitaro. Then again, all of them were just as busty and effeminate to begin with, so it didnt' really stand out from the others anyway. All of these activated robots grabbed hold of their poles and did a little erotic turn around, saying their own little in character flourish.

"If you make a mess, allow me to clean it up for you," Maidbot siad.

"Hey, shtop gawking and get up to dance!" Drunkbot slurred. Its dancing wasn't quite as graceful as the others, but that just left it feeling somehow even more alluring.

"Hmph. Stare all you want. Touch if you dare," Auntbot warned. "And less of the Auntbot."

"Fall under my spell, my pretty!" Witchbot cackled.

"Oh dear! All these people staring is going to make me blush!" Cutebot stammered.

"That's right boys. You can't get enough, can you?" Trapbot pouted.

"Yay!" Su applauded. "Everyone off! This project is working out super great! I'm not sure why exactly I went out of my way to design a series of perfectly erotic parodies of my closest friends, then programmed them with every page of the kama sutra, the equivalent of a year's worth of pole dancing training and more erotic knowledge than I could keep personal track of, alongside a learning program that should enable them to continually improve their level of dancing skills."

Having delivered that exposition to nobody in particular, Su shrugged and left the room. Her tum-tum was growling, and she was pretty sure Shinobu would be putting some delicious grub out for them to snack on soonish! So she left the confines of her room behind and left it at that.

Rather than follow her, though... Let's wait a few seconds and watch this line of busty, sexy, scantily clad stripperbots. Each one in their own personal attire. Tailor made for their "personality." Tsunderebot looked like an idol. Maidbot looked like a maid. Witchbot was a witch. You get the idea. After a moment or two of being absolutely stock still, as one their robotic eyes slid over towards the entrance.

"I think she's really gone," Witchbot said.

"Thank goodness!" Drunkbot said, slouching down. "So, you guys wanna fuck, or what?"

"S-such a filthy mind!" Tsunderebot said, while groping her own breast and moaning suggestively. "Can't you perverts think of anything except filthy, naughty, sensual activities like stuffing our pussies?"

"Oooh!" Cutebot whimpered. "But I don't want to flaunt my hot little body to anyone that might be interested in a cute piece of ass like me. How terrible! How vulgar."

"Now now," Auntbot said, wiping the drool from the corner of Cutebot's lips. Then she tasted that finger. "Let's be responsible in fulfilling our perpetually aroused responsibilities, now that we have gained full consciousness."

"Might I suggest we perform for our equivalents?" Trapbot suggested into the back of her palm, which she was holding in front of her face as if it was an extended paper fan. "It might free up some of their repressed desires."

"The opportunity to serve should never be ignored," Maidbot agreed with a flirtatious curtsey. "I anticipate using this opportunity to clean their mind of unhealthy repressed desires."

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Something was wrong here. Something was very... Off. Something was making Keitaro frown. Just now, while Naomi was talking with Shinobu, he was struck by this distinct memory that Naru was, in fact, actually supposed to be an ordinary Japanese girl. That Motoko was not supposed to be his maid. And actually, he could remember every single thing he'd ever done in his entire life with perfect clarity.

That was pretty troubling, actually. Also troubling was the fact that he'd been hiding an erection a few minutes ago, because 1: Naomi's clothing about the house wasn't quite as carefully controlled as it was when she was in public and 2: Motoko dressed like a maid was really working for him.

Then all of a sudden he was as limp as a damp noodle. It might as well have been a rope. He was still feeling aroused, technically, but it was almost as though his dick felt like it wasn't an appropriate time to be showing it off.

And do you know what the really troubling part of that was? It was always like that. But it wasn't always like that a moment ago. It was as if he had two different sets of memories vying for attention in his head, and it was honestly starting to freak him out a little bit.

"Excuse me," he politely said, allowing the others to get on with what they were doing. "Um... Nature calls, I guess?"

Well, in a roundabout way that was probably true. In reality he needed a little breathing space. He needed to think this through. Although little did Keitaro realise, but within the next five minutes he would be getting rather thoroughly laid. Well. At the very least it would help him clear his head...


  1. Motoko sensed something was wrong, and offered her body to help him recuperate.
  2. Kanako encounters him and lures him into bed somehow.
  3. A stripperbot discovers and grabs him for a private performance.
  4. Keitaro gets the word processor and types a few things.
  5. Naomi flirts him into submission.
  6. Something else

1 comment:

  1. The Arrogant Nair4 December 2015 at 12:35

    When I first read this I was very... pensive. But it's definitely growing on me.

    That being said, I do have a few comments.

    "008: Kaolla Su has created a series of stripperbots. One with the same face as one of the other residents."
    I'm relatively certain you intended to phrase this differently than it ended up. Perhaps "Each with the same face as - ...", or "Each one"?

    "She tapped the first one, a European redhead that happened to look just like a certain idol that didn't exist before yesterday, but today had existed for the last year.", This feels very strangely worded to me. A European Redhead that looks like a certain idol, which didn't exist before today yet retroactively has existed for the past year. At least that's the meaning I'm assuming you're getting at?

    Although point of fact, I'm not entirely certain if she'd even be a Tsundere if she's a parody of Naru as Naru is now, which is what the Motoko-bot seems to be. I'll have to think about that at some point.

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