<b>Motoko</b>
When Mitsune had first come to me with this theory, it had seemed absurd. Magic capable of affecting the whole of humanity, and only she'd noticed? It sounded like a conspiracy theory at work. Hell, any mage with enough juice to do this should also have the brains to get rid of some inconsistencies like this!
And yet.. yet the evidence spoke for itself. Everything older than a day, every news podcast and every movie they had checked for key scenes was lacking specific parts. As impossible as it seemed, my duty was clear. The source must be found, and the magic undone. The world must be set to rights! Yet where to start?
"Say, Naru. Are you going to be sharing that lap anytime soon?" Mitsune asked.
I looked over and felt a shameful stirring in my loins. There she was, Naru Narusegawa, sitting atop the lap of our new landlord, working her hips like a cocktail mixer. One hand on top of her head, the other rubbing her stomach. This was, of course, perfectly normal. Women wanted to give Keitaro Urashima a lap dance. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nor was anything untoward about Naru going about it with such poorly contained enthusiasm.
Yet I, too, felt that stirring. I ached and yearned to be in her place, thrusting my naked ass upon his lap. Not once did the possibility cross my mind at the time that this too might be a result of the mysterious changes to world perception. That would come later. At the time, I begrudgingly envied my dorm mate and friend.
As you will soon see, I don't handle envy especially well.
"I'm fine here, thanks," Naru said. I shuffled a little closer while she tugged her right leg as far up as she can go. "Hrmph, no reaction at all? What's with you?"
"Ah, fine. I'll get him later," Mitsune said. I shuffled closer again. "Anyway, I've noticed some severe inconsistencies with the way people behave when compared between today and yesterday."
Mitsune repeated the same spiel she'd given me earlier. Women weren't grabbing men's junk by way of greeting, etc. Here's the video evidence of this, I'd seen it all already, so I wasn't especially paying much attention. Instead, I was shifting forward, little by little making ready to strike. It was shameful of me, but the urge... you don't even understand it until you're in his presence.
Before I had met Keitaro, I had thought it was not such a big matter. Everyone knew about Keitaro inducing such desires in women, but I had not expected to actually meet him, much less live in the same place. To be honest, I'd kind of looked down on women who could so easily give in to such carnal urges. Yet here I was, moving towards him like a cat in heat. Perhaps I should reflect on myself and my actions. Perhaps I should show a little more restraint.
Alternatively I could shoulder tackle Naru to the floor and plant my ass in Keitaro's crotch and revel in the moment. Ah! How sweet it was! Now, I didn't quite have the lewd movements that Naru had down, all I could do was try to emulate them while revelling in the moment.
"H-Hey, Motoko! What are you doing?!" Keitaro yelped.
"Oh, now you complain?" Naru yelled. "No reaction to me, but she gets your engine going?" I stuck my tongue out at her. Immature, I know, but still.
“Th-that is different. Ahh.. Motoko, not like that, that place is sensitive!” The young man beneath me said, shifting under me in a clear attempt to escape. Not that I would let him flee, not anytime soon.
"Oho! Motoko sure seems to have this lapdance thing down," Su remarked, taking a picture for posterity.
"Hrm... We - we have a class at school tomorrow discussing the history of giving Keitaro a lapdance," Shinobu muttered. "T-Tomorrow, I'll be able to give you a really good dance!"
"Please don't say that, it's weird!" Keitaro yelled. "Isn't this exactly what Mitsune was talking about?! That wasn't always the case!"
"Eh? But it's always been true," Shinobu gasped. "I've been looking forward to this class for years!"
"Ch-Check the curriculum!" Keitaro said, while I pushed as hard as I could back into him. "Ooof! Motoko, you're so strong, it's knocking the breath out of me!"
"Honestly, you're relying on your nudity too much," Naru sniffed. And then she sat in my lap. Which was, of course, perfectly within reason. She pinned my hips in place with her thighs, and wrapped her arms around my head. "Look, this is how you do it. Not too hard, you have to give him a taste of what you can do with your body while showing at least a little self control."
Ah, she was using her legs to guide my own motions. Yes, this was where it made more sense. I could sort of feel Keitaro relaxing a bit, and... getting hard underneath me. It seems a bit naive to think now, but back then I did think that being a bit more forceful was what men wanted. Well, some men <i>do</i> want that, but only a select few actually want to be <i>hurt</i> in their erotic actitivies. Regardless...
"Oh? Finally reacting?" Naru sniffed. "Hrmph. Maybe I'm better at teaching how to lap dance than lap dancing...?"
Maybe. But right then I was too lost in bliss to really take it in. You really don't get it. You can't possibly understand. Until you're in Keitaro's lap, the experience can't be understood.
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<b>Naru</b>
Needless to say, but I was feeling really salty towards Motoko right about now. It's kind of hard to feel good towards someone who shoulder tackles you off your... your... Guy that would one day be your husband but you hadn't yet mentally acknowledged that you liked him, but your body was all up for it and the whole thing was a mess of hormones and confusion.
There's got to be a name for that. Somewhere in some language in the history of the world, there's a name for that.
Anyway. Me being pissed at Motoko probably makes it weird that I would sit in her lap and give her lap dancing lessons/give her a lap dance. Well, actually I was kind of trying a workaround for that whole compulsion thing. Only one girl could normally pull this off at once, right? Maybe two, but it would be crowded.
But no. It turns out you could <i>stack</i> lap dances on Keitaro, and the urge would be fulfilled. Actually, Motoko's nudity was giving this a really weird edge, then couple that with how annoyed I am with her right at that moment and... It was weird, I felt really horny and -
And that's when it hit me that what I was doing was fucking <i>weird</i>. Sure, giving a lap dance to Keitaro was normal, but giving one to the girl giving him one? That wasn't normal at all!
"Wait... so, is it normal for girls to give each other lap dances all of a sudden?" I asked, little knowing the reach of my words. My mind raced all of a sudden. Wait, could this be... some kind of effect related to what Mitsune was talking about?
"Not really," Shinobu said.
"Why wouldn't it be?" Su shrugged. While moving to sit on Shinobu's lap.
"Hey, what are you guys talking about here?" Haruka asked, striding into the room with a cigarette dangling from her lips as per usual. "Is that an honest to god conspiracy chart? Man, haven't seen one of those since my old college days."
Then she sat in Mitsune's lap without a care in the world. I was damn near close to pulling my hair out!
"Is it me?" I wondered aloud. "Am I to blame somehow?"
I had to know. I had to test it. So I did the first weird thing that came to mind. I smooshed Motoko into my boobs to keep her quiet, then smooched Keitaro right on the lips. Slipped him some tongue as well. Stayed there for a good whole minute, grabbed the back of his head, forgot what I was doing for a little bit and then when I remembered I came up for air.
"There!" I triumphantly said. Oh dear my hair was out of place, and my top had slipped a little off my shoulder. "Ahem! Wasn't that weird? I just made out with our dorky landlord for nooooo good reason."
"Eh, not really," Mitsune said. "He's kinda cute."
"Oooh... Wish I could've made out with him..." Shinobu whined.
"Me too! That looked like a lot of fun!"
I looked at Haruka, who was busy grinding that booty into Mitsune's crotch like she was doing it for her country. Holy shit that woman was flexible.
"What, don't look at me, he's my cousin. It would be weird."
"Yeah, doing that with aunty would be wei-" Keitaro began to say, but then got clocked in the head by an actual clock that Haruka had grabbed and thrown without even slightly interrupting her dance flow.
"Okay, so... None of you found it weird that I did that?" Naru asked. Everyone shook their head. Guh! But that was so out of character! I climbed off Motoko's lap and - I should have put another sentence in between those two points, I mean being on Motoko's lap like that was also pretty out of character - and then I stood in the middle of the room and started clucking like a chicken.
"Was that weird?"
Again, they shook their head.
"Does anyone find it weird that I'm asking you if things are weird?"
Again, they shook their head. What. The. Fuck?!
"I... I might actually be responsible for this," I said, gesturing at Mitsune's charts and diagrams pinned on the back wall. "Somehow, I'm bending reality!"
"Oh, okay," Su said. "I guess if it's you, it's normal if you bend reality!"
That was right about the point when I screamed the house down. No, not literally... but even if it was, these idiots wouldn't even bat an eye.
- Su takes Naru for some tests.
- Naru takes off her earrings, or they get knocked off her somehow.
- Naru decides to try using her power for her own benefit.
- An outsider notices something odd about reality and starts their own research.
- Shinobu is still checking her curriculum, to some interesting results.
- Something else
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