Story: UY C+S

There is a saying often used by those with power and influence: You make your own luck. Well, the same was broadly true of Ataru Moroboshi. He made his own luck. Since he was such an idiot it turned out that this was mostly <i>bad</i> luck. While he had lofty goals and aspirations, and even sometimes the tools to make those goals attainable he also lacked the patience or intelligence to make the best use of them.

Case in point: He'd used a spell on every girl present that would gradually transform them into a pervert before they even knew what was happening - and he was still going to fuck it all up for himself in very short order.

"Girls! Are you in here?" he called out while dropping into a dark room that would have Shutaro Mendo going into red alert. Ataru, fortunately, didn't much mind the dark. Especially since learning how badly it bothered the person he hated more than anyone else on the planet. "Huh? Girls? Weird, I could've sworn I heard some pretty girls in here..."

Rising to his feet Ataru squinted in the dark. Oh, how annoying. He fumbled around a bit for a lightswitch, if for nothing else but that he needed to find a way out of here. And in so doing made the first of a series of bad decisions that was going to very quickly wreck his day.

The light came on, and then things started moving inside the room. Things that looked very much like people. Ataru had his back turned at first, staring at the odd light switch he'd just flipped. So he didn't even notice right up until -

"Welcome sir!" a gaggle of voices all tittered at once. He turned around and had to brace himself against the wall. "Is this your first time?"

In front of him there were four busty maids. Ataru smiled at them. "Hi ladies," he said, flashing them his most winning of smiles. Now, this is what I mean. Anyone else in this situation would probably question this. Where did these maids come from? Why were they taking my arm and guiding me to a random point in the middle of this room?

And while I - or most people - were asking those questions a few others might come to mind. Like, where did these dancing haremgirls come from? What about the babes strutting around in bunnygirl outfits?

"Oooh, you must be new," a maid whispered in his ear. "Not gone through the process yet."

"Huh? Process?" Ataru asked.

Then the girl grabbed at his junk, and again this really should be where he started asking questions. But again, Ataru was an idiot and so he let it ride. All that mattered was, he was surrounded on all sides by pretty girls in assorted fetish gear and they all seemed happy to see him. Didn't question it. Didn't even think to ask anything at all inside his head about what they were doing or why. He rolled with it because that's not how his brain worked. If his brain could be said to be working at all.

"Definitely not had any work done," the maid apparently in charge said, tittering to herself. "Alright, we'll definitely have to do a number on this. Are you ready to work up a sweat?"

"Am I?" Ataru asked. Yay! Now they were talking his language! Well, to be more precise they were talking his language from the very start. "I was born ready!"

"You heard him girls!" the maid said. She stood up and clapped her hands. Then the girls all filed out. "Let's leave him to it! He's got a lot of work needing done!"

Work needing done? Oh, Ataru got it! They were going to give him a full day spa treatment! Well, far be it from him to say no to something like that. Being pampered by these beautiful girls was his idea of paradise.

So imagine his surprise when a very muscular and very masculine pair of hands picked him up from the ground and Ataru felt his back being held up against a distinctly masculine chest. Now, it's worth noting that Ataru didn't especially have anything against gay men. But as such, he'd really rather his body wasn't against them either.

"Yah, you heard the little girly man, he's ready to get his scrawny little body poomped ahp!" said a truly terrible sounding accent. He supposed it was supposed to be German?

"Hey put me down!" he protested, squirming in vain to free himself. Alas to no avail. Looking around all the girls had gone and all that was left in the room were a bunch of oiled up bodybuilders who were honestly making him start to feel a little bit inadequate. "Bring back the girls! Let me down!"

"Nuh, uh mister girly man!" the one holding onto him said. Urgh, that accent was like nails on a chalkboard. "We can't be letting you down until you get some good muscles on your scrawny frame."

"You know, one of the girls I know is manlier than the lot of you put together..." Ataru complained. Which was rich coming from him. Imagine it. Ataru Moroboshi, vying for sexual equality. "What the hell are you guys even - Hey!"

In answer to that question: He was being strapped to some kind of device. Binding his arms and legs in place while he was forced to sit down, with something nestled right on the small of his back. Then, his limbs started getting pulled and forced to bend while he was being made to do situps while his legs were peddling away and, worst of all, there was a quartet of oiled up shirtless men wearing way too tight shorts doing lunges not five feet away from him.

"Soon you be big and musculah just like us."

"Just like us, yah!"

The worst thing about this though had to be the accent. Above all other things, that accent was the absolute worst part about this mess! And now you get a very small taste of what it means to say that Ataru Moroboshi brought this sort of thing down upon his own head. He makes his own luck because, by and large, he puts about as much thought into his situation as a gnat puts into the food it is eating.

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Shutaro Mendo was a man on a mission. Hunt down Ataru Moroboshi before he made things worse for everyone. Again! The boy was a trouble magnet. No self control, no decorum, no capacity for respect for anything except his own libido. And so he led a coalition of brave boys from class out on this expedition, to find him and to bring the boy to heel. In spite of potential punishment, what else could they do but persevere?

"Heh, we might see the girls if we sneak around like this!" a boy whispered. A perverted grin fell upon all of their faces. Yes, including Mendo's. There weren't any girls around, and the boys couldn't see him from this angle so he had no trouble letting out that particular emotion.

Still! He turned around sharply and tossed an eraser at that boy's head with stunning accuracy.

"Remain focused," Mendo instructed them. "If we wander too long in that realm of thinking we would become no better than our prey. Come quickly, we must locate him before -"

A pair of slender and delicate hands suddenly wrapped themselves around Mendo's body. Pressing into the middle of his chest, pulling him back until he felt something very warm and distinctly shaped pressing against him. Ah! Could this be - An embrace from behind by a beautiful woman?!

"Hey handsome, what's a stud like you doing wandering around out here?"

A group of other women strutted past him at that time, each one focused on a different boy. Each of them in different distinct attire. His eye greedily took them all in: There seemed to be a girl for each type of fetish. Skintight leather with a whip trailing along the ground, a swimsuit model, a waitress, and as he quickly took note the girl behind him was one of those bunnygirl types you sometimes hear about.

"Ooh, so pretty!"

"Hi babe."

"You're cute..."

Heh. Look at those fools. Fawning and blushing over these splendid, truly splendid examples of the female form. Not so with Shutaro Mendo. He was not so easily swayed by womanly wiles. If anything he was the one to seduce, not be seduced!

"Madam, it is a pleasure to meet you." He spun deftly out of the grip of the woman behind him, took her hand and kissed the back of it. The bunnygirl's ears twitched. "I do apologise for my uncouth fellows. As it happens, we were searching out a lost companion of ours, and have found ourselves a little turned around as well." He kissed her hand again, and then immediately made eye contact. This in spite of the feast prepared for his eyes. "Our most sincere apologies for any trespass."

The bunnygirl looked him over. Meanwhile behind him the other girls were all clinging onto a boy. Laughing and giggling like idiots. More fool them. This was how you treated a beautiful creature like this.

"Would your companion look like this?"

The bunnygirl then held aloft a picture of the stupidest person to ever curse the planet Earth with his presence. Mendo forced a smile. Aha, so she had seen him!

"Yes, that is him," he said. "His name is Ataru Moroboshi. Would you happen to know where he is, by chance?"

"Oh yes, most certainly."

"Then please take me to him immediately," Mendo said. Looking back, he could but sigh. In this condition those idiots he called classmates would be no help at all. In fact, their presence with those girls might make things much worse. He'd probably convince them all to fool around, and then wind up turning on Mendo's glorious self. "It may be best if we go alone. Your friends seem rather taken with mine."

The bunnygirl blinked in a strangely asymmetrical way, then nodded and guided him by the hand further down the corridor. Ah, what a charming young lady. With a face and manner like this, she would do well as a girlfriend... or maybe even something more? But first he must find that troublemaker before he caused mischief. Speaking of:

"My most profuse apologies for any trouble that Moroboshi has caused."

"Oh, it's no trouble," the bunnygirl said. "No trouble at all."

To that Mendo could only shrug. This was the difference between the two of them, naturally. Shutaro Mendo was a young man blessed by the Gods - but he would not rely solely on luck. He would gladly make his own at any turn given to him. Especially when it meant sticking the screws to that perverted pauper...

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Five minutes later the two rivals were next to each other. Strapped to machines designed to put their muscles to the test.

"Achtung! Achtung! Achtung! Achtung!" a group of half naked musclebound men with absolutely atrocious accents chanted, in time with their squat thrusts. "Soon you vill be manly men! Seduce ze panties off the girlies!"

"Somehow this is your fault!" Ataru whined. "My poor everything!"

"My fault!" Mendo yelled back. "Every time... Every single time! You can't go anywhere without causing an incident!"

And really, can anyone deny that they both had it coming?

1. Meanwhile Lum and Ran are 'playing' with the trig sisters.
2. Lum and Ran slip away, find the other two girls helplessly watching an orgy in the boy's bath.
3. Some of these fetish models sneak into the bath to join the fun.
4. Ataru and Mendo are forced to work together to escape.
5. Something else