If Naru wasn't the sort of girl that would normally start making out with her best friend, then we must now ask ourselves what kind of girl Mitsune normally was. She drank. She teased. She had little trouble using her body to mess with Keitaro, Naru and Motoko, easily earning her nickname of Kitsune. The tricky fox. Yet the answer was more complicated than one might imagine.
'Why is Naru being so forward?' Mitsune asked. It wasn't everyday her drunken bluffs were called, and it wasn't even once in a lifetime where she might find herself being pushed up against a wall by her best friend so that her tongue may explore the exciting new habitat and lay claim to the unexplored territory of "Mitsune's tonsils". 'This is not like her at all!'
That wasn't even the really strange part. When she tried pushing away, a little voice in the back of her head would whisper, 'But why? This is what we've wanted for years,' and instead Mitsune found herself pulling Naru closer. This was quite the confusing phenomenon for the tricky fox. Since when had she wanted this? For all her play, she was strictly straight -
<i>Until the day a meek, glasses-wearing girl bumped into her in the corridor. Her glasses fell off her face, prompting Mitsune to catch them before they broke. She turned and made to give them back... But then on seeing that gorgeous face it was like she forgot how to be. The very notion of her own existence slipped through her fingers like running water, and speaking of things that were wet...</i>
W-Wait, that wasn't how they met. The first time they met was when - Ah! Naru's lips broke away from hers with a loud plop, and Mitsune whimpered despite herself.
"I was always so jealous," Naru whispered, then planting a big wet kiss on Mitsune's cheek. "You were always so pretty. So confident and outgoing, yet you were always so, so nice to me."
"You thought I was pretty...?" Mitsune asked, sounding just a touch slurred. Suddenly she was keenly aware of their bodies' proximity. As in, any closer and they might start fusing atoms. Naru's hands were on either side of Mitsune's head. As for Mitsune's hands, they were resting comfortably on the small of her friend's back.
Now, maybe it was because she'd just had a can of booze but something about this whole situation seemed both kinda right and really wrong at the same time. Naru was the prudish nerd, and Mitsune was the extrovert. That was the way things were meant to be, right?
<i>"Uwah, I look so cute!"
Naru was standing in front of a mirror in a clothing store. Trying on a cute little two-piece swimsuit replete with polka dots. Unusually Mitsune's eyes were wide, wide open. Drinking in the sight. Committing it to eternal memory. Long after she was gone, the sun had gone supernova, the Earth reduced to spacedust, still among the wreckage would be this memory, somewhere amidst it all.
"Yes," she agreed. That figure... It was a crime to hide that body underneath her normal frumpier clothing, much as it was to hide that face behind such doofy glasses! "You'll have to beat the boys off with a stick."
"Ew, no thanks!" Naru stuck out her tongue. "Who wants a bunch of creepy pervy boys crawling all over me? Honestly, they should learn to control their hormones a little better."</i>
"Gods above but I've never been this horny," Naru said. Mitsune could believe it. The look in her eyes was the sort a wild tiger had when it hadn't eaten since yesterday. Mitsune felt like she might be eaten alive at any moment, but at the same time her body was aching to be eaten.
It was so strange. She liked men. She'd always liked men. She was certain Naru also always liked men. Yet this also felt right somehow, as if Naru was the one exception. Had always <i>been</i> the one exception. It was ridiculous. Mitsune had heard of "that one person you'd go gay for," but the idea that Naru would be that person was absurd.
The idea that Naru was that person was inevitable.
Both thoughts flickered across her consciousness at the same time. Mitsune was so confused. Maybe if she were entirely sober then she'd have noticed that her memories, her past were changing piece by piece. Maybe she could have done something about it.
<i>She had competition from the most unlikely place.
"Oh, that new manager!" Naru fumed, pacing around her room in a super cute jumper/skirt combo that, somehow, her irritation made even hotter still. "He's such a dork! Don't you think?"
"Yes," Mitsune said, reclining on her seat. Maybe if she posed like this, Naru would get a better look at her stomach? Mitsune had been working out, in secret, and her waist had never been in better shape. "And I agreed the last five times you asked that, within the last five minutes."
"And another thing!" Naru continued, heedless of Mitsune's answer. "That way he looks at me, you notice that?" She turned around and looked squarely at Mitsune. "Yes, just like that. Like he wants to pull me into bed. It gives me goosebumps every time. My gosh, Mitsune, that's a really good impersonation of someone that wants to have - To make love with me, I'm so glad you've noticed him doing it too."
Mitsune bit her lip and sighed. Really now... She shouldn't fight this any longer. It was obvious. She knew Naru far too well, and the signs couldn't be any more obvious. The way she was dressing, the way she wouldn't shut up about him. The signs were all there. Naru liked that dorky manager. It wouldn't be right to stand in the way. No matter how painful it was, she would have to help the two of them get together.
It would be the hardest thing she'd ever have to do. Setting up the only two people she'd ever had a crush on.</i>
Right, so, that earlier memory that would survive even the destruction of the Earth now had to make some room, because a new contender had arrived. Not only would this be committed to memory beyond the heat death of the universe, scientists in parallel universes would stumble upon rippling echoes of this memory and create whole new fields of research based around it.
To whit: Naru had begun to kiss down Mitsune's neck until she reached the top of her tanktop. At that point she had seemed content to continue lowering her head while nuzzling up against Mitsune's body through that piece of clothing. Until she reached the bottom. At which point she seized it in her teeth and pulled it up Mitsune's unresisting, in fact extremely cooperative body. All the while Naru was keeping her hands on either side of Mitsune, planted against the wall.
And when she had pulled the tanktop up a little over Mitsune's mouth, she let go of it and used those hands to pull it off the rest of the way. Her mouth was suddenly a little preoccupied. So was her mind as a new memory began to seep its way through.
<i>There were the three of them sitting in the hot spring. Herself, Naru and the busty swordswoman Motoko. There was quite a lot of silence. Neither of them really knew what to talk about with Motoko. She always seemed so... Strange. Well, Mitsune wasn't going to let this slide! She was going to do it this time. She was going to ask the question that had been bothering her ever since they first met!
"Why are your boobs so big?" Naru suddenly asked, causing Mitsune to fall over and make a bit of a big splash. "I don't see scars for surgery, and there's no way they're naturally that big. So what gives?"
"Oh, these?" Motoko asked, smirking triumphantly at them. "If you must know, it's a simple technique my sister developed. If you'd like, I could always show you."</i>
And in the present day, with that altered memory, the figures of both girls began to change as they moaned, whimpered and groaned while groping, grinding and kissing one another's increasingly sexualised bodies.
- Keitaro stumbles across this scene. Is pulled into threesome immediately.
- Motoko leaves her room, finds them, immediately attempts to purify them.
- Motoko finds Keitaro and fills him in on the situation.
- The girls continue having fun by themselves as their bodies transform.
- Something else
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