Once upon a time there was hope for Ataru Moroboshi. Believe it or not, there was. As a young boy he did seem overly attached to women and girls, preferring to play with them instead of boys, but there's nothing too strange about that. He was a little unlucky as well, but what is luck but a matter of one's own perspective of events? Also, he was a little bit stupid but the world is full of people like that. We will never have a deficit of utter fools, no matter how we try.
His best friend was Shinobu. She was nice. She was an ordinary girl who didn't stand out all that much, except for her looks and her strength. She really liked Ataru as well. As in, really liked him. A lot. Some might say to an unhealthy degree. They grew up together. They started dating. The other girls rolled their eyes and said that she could do better, but Shinobu simply smiled at them and went on with her relationship.
Then... Ataru showed what some might call his true colours. He would start to ogle other girls, even when on dates with Shinobu. He'd ask them on dates. In spite of her telling him to stop. The insistence that she really should dump him escalated, but Shinobu ignored them. Boys told Ataru he was crazy for chasing skirts when he had such a cute girlfriend already. They continued going on dates anyway.
Seems strange right? Ataru is pretty much the bottom of any given list of decent catches. Sure, he was kind of handsome when he was being serious, but that wasn't exactly a common occurrence. The guy was goofy as all get out. Some speculated it was because he made Shinobu laugh but was that worth all the times he made her cry? There had to be something else going on there. Right? Why would someone like that date such a... such a pervert as Ataru Moroboshi?
The answer is, because things are often not quite what they appear.
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It was Shinobu Miyake's birthday, and her boyfriend Ataru was skipping along the street to meet up with his girlfriend. Ah, what a beautiful time to be alive! He had her gift tucked under his arm, carefully wrapped up -
"Kyaaa!" a girl up ahead yelped. A gust of wind had blown her skirt up. Without a second glance, Ataru rushed forward and grabbed her hat, which had blown right off her head. He gave it back to her, smiled and then continued on his merry way without saying a word. "Thank you!"
"Don't mention it!" he said to the pretty girl. Not as pretty as Shinobu, though!
He arrived and knocked on the door, eager to see what she thought of his gift. After a moment she opened up, wearing a strange thick looking coat. Shinobu smiled, his heart felt like it was melting in his chest, and she let him inside.
"Happy birthday," Ataru said. He shyly leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "Say, where's your mother? Mine wanted me to thank her for the recipe."
"She's not here," Shinobu said, closing the door and slipping her coat off. "Neither is daddy. We're alone. For the next hour. It wasn't easy setting up, but..."
Words failed Ataru at what he beheld. Shinobu pushed him onto a seat in the living room, and he gawped at her. More crucially, at what she was wearing.
It was like some pictures of “Harem Girls” he had seen on some movies and in some more lecherous comics. A form fitting tube wrapped around her chest, holding her breasts up and showing all of her cleavage. Which was emphasized by the jewelry hanging from her neck and forming an arrow pointing st no raight into those babies. She had two skirts on, though one couldn’t actually be called anything covering. It was nearly transparent, and a slit on one side let her legs slip through. A second miniskirt with several golden grommets around the bottom which barely covered her thighs. If Shinobu lifted her leg he’d probably see her panties through the material. Similarly golden bracelets with long sheer veils trailing from them were on her wrists, and her nails had been painted and several rings were on her hands.
"Isn't this a little fast?" Ataru asked.
Shinobu shook her head. "We've known each other since we were five" She rolled her hips in a very suggestive way, drawing a big gulp out of Ataru. "And I've been having this fantasy since I hit puberty. Do you know what I want for my birthday Ataru?"
"Wh-what?" Ataru asked.
Shinobu grinned and began to dance. It was quite elaborate, and it felt like something was constantly happening at the edge of his vision. Her jewelry gleamed in the light, often flickering as she moved the cloth on her arms in between. After a bit he picked up on the pattern of her movements. It was a ten step dance.
1: Spin around, raising her arms into the air to spin the veils counter to her regular spinning.
2: Stop the spin, shake her hips so close to him you could almost call it a lap dance
3: Lean back, aim her arms at Ataru and make beckoning motions with her fingers while performing a sort of combination limbo/bellydance
4: Repeat step one, only faster.
5: Stopping with her backside facing him, bending down to emphasize her rear to him, and peering at him from between her legs, parting the transparent skirt to send it and the veils into the air as if the ocean was erupting around her.
6: Put her arms straight up in the air and make her entire body sway like a shockwave was being passed down from her head. Then her arms would go down travelling a course down her figure, until reaching her knees, whereupon her arms would push her boobs together
7: A repeat of step three, except she was facing to the right instead of towards Ataru
8: A repeat of step 6, except facing away from him and emphasising her butt
9: A repeat of step 7, except facing left this time
And 10: Squatting down right in front of him with her breasts right at eye level. So close that they were all he could see. Bouncing around in her costume.
"I have two fetishes," Shinobu said. "The first is 'harems'. The second is 'mind control'."
"You don't say..." Ataru slurred, drooling from the corner of his mouth.
"I do say," Shinobu said. She was drooling as well, though the reason for that was quite different. "That's why I've been researching hypnosis. It's why I've made a half dozen and counting haremgirl uniforms."
“So you want a harem…” Ataru in a dazed voice.
"No, dummy. I don't want a harem." She leaned down and kissed Ataru square on the mouth. "I want to be <i>in</i> a harem. The leader of many girls serving their man in every way. With lots of threesomes and moresomes.”
"Sounds goooooood," Ataru drawled
"Well, it should. I tailor made this dance to instill that feeling inside you," Shinobu said. "I've been practising for over a year now. I was so happy when I finally got it designed, and even happier when I mastered the steps last month. Do you have any idea how hard it is to build up this level of flexibility?"
There was a part of Ataru's mind that wasn't being overwhelmed by hypnotically induced lust right now, and even that part kind of found the effort she was going to really hot. He suddenly lunged forward to kiss her tummy.
"Gmph! Good boy... I mean, thank you Master," Shinobu said. "I've also been practising a dance to help turn other girls into harem sluts like me. So? What is your first command to your first harem servant? What would you like me to do?"
Ataru's addled mind considered the numerous options available to him. He weighed them out. He balanced the likely outcomes. And only then did he make his final choice.
"Let's go girl hunting."
And so, a local legend was born.
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How is it possible to be sexually frustrated when your boyfriend is a total pervert, and you'd put out for him the second he asked? Sounds like a riddle doesn't it? Well, this was a hell of Shinobu's own making. You see, her dance was effective. Too effective. Ataru desired a harem, now. Which meant he could never be satisfied with just one girl. Which meant, alas, he would focus the majority of his attention on -
"Hi there! What's your name? Phone number? Address?"
Slap!
On girls other than her. Shinobu glared at the girl Ataru had just been hitting on. He'd go for anything in a skirt, which sounds like what she'd want. Right? Well, not quite. Shinobu didn't want to be the member of a harem that would take just anyone. What was the point? Where would the prestige be? No. It had to be girls at least as hot as, if not hotter than her.
Trouble was... This 'ordinary' girl was the number one going in Tomobiki. Sure, there were rumours of a super hot priestess who was perpetually unwell, but the sickness obviously knocked her down a few pegs. Besides which, Shinobu had never met her.
"Darn, looks like she's not interested," Ataru said, smiling vacantly at her. "Maybe tomorrow we'll have better luck."
"You've been saying that since I -" Shinobu began through grit teeth. Then, she leaned in closer. "Since I mindfucked you, you haven't regular-fucked <i>me</i>. Master, a girl has needs."
"Yep! And your needs are harem girls to lord it over! My cute little chief harem girl."
Dammit, say that quieter when they're out in public!
The day before her harem girl outfit had arrived, a hideous old monk had told Shinobu that her desires would bring her only suffering. She had brushed it off but recently she had felt like that weirdly named monk <i>had a fucking point.</i>
"Alright, let's head back to your place," Shinobu said, linking arms with him. If only she could work out a way to undo this without also making him basically immune to hypnosis. "I hear your mother ordered in a watermelon."
"Yeah, she gets a little, uh, weird when she does that. You're the only person outside the family she'll let touch it."
"We all have our quirks and foibles," Shinobu sniffed. "It just so happens your mother gets turned on by being stingy with - Is that a fucking UFO over your house?"
"Nah, it's not a UFO," Ataru said. "It's clearly an intergalactic spaceship, meaning it is 'identified'."
Oh great. Super. Just what they needed. On top of everything else they had aliens coming over for dinner.
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"I'll be the one you'll be racing, tcha!"
Oh great. Super. Just what they needed. On top of everything else, Shinobu had just met her first harem sister. Leaning against the doorframe in Ataru's living room was a total babe. Knocked Shinobu out of first place with casual ease. A cute face, a fit body, and that bikini was outright scandalous! It would be perfect if it had some tassels, a veil over her mouth...
"Wait, wait, so let me get this straight," Shinobu said. "In order to save the Earth, my boyfriend has to play a game of tag with this alien girl -"
"My name is Lum by the way," Lum said.
"This alien girl called Lum, who is scantily clad and gives a first impression of being the sort of sexy alien space babe that will end up in the hero’s bed by the end of the episode."
"Yeah," Ataru grinned, putting his arms over both Shinobu and Lum's shoulders. "Great, isn't it?"
It sure was. If there weren't any good enough girls on Earth for Ataru's harem, then why not look a little further beyond...? All she had to do was get this Lum alone and give her a quick dancing lesson, and then the fun would really start!
- During the race Ataru steals Lum's bra. That night she comes to get it back. This is her chance!
- The race ends without Shinobu getting her chance. Dammit! She's forced to take drastic steps to make sure Lum comes back to Earth, but how?
- ,While Shinobu watches her man embarrass himself in front of the galaxy, she finds herself getting hit on by some rich guy.
- Something else
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