Story: UY Splitter

Sakura felt groggy. That wasn't exactly the best way to explain how she felt, but it was the closest that she could think of. That wasn't to say a better word didn't exist, but - well, she was something approximating groggy so she couldn't quite dig deep enough into her inner what'sitcalled... lexicon? To drag the word out.

At the moment she was heading back home with Ryuunosuke and two duplicates of Ataru Moroboshi. Now, that might make it sound like she was walking side by side with the girl, but actually she was walking arm in arm with Ataru. Her Ataru. While Ryuunosuke was walking arm in arm with her own.

This... was not right. She knew that, intellectually. There was that time she'd been compelled to have a romantic dream about this boy and she'd woken up screaming, reaching in horror for the heavens to come and save her. Worse, she'd already had sex with him, and had already decided that she would do so again. It was strange, completely bizarre. Her spiritual senses didn't detect a single piece of magic involved. No curses, no blessings, no spiritual involvement of any kind.

Yet she looked back at Ryuunosuke and saw the girl... smiling. Leaning her shoulder affectionately on her Ataru's shoulder. On turning forward again, she had to resist the urge to do the same. Why? Why did she feel this way? If it wasn't magic, it must be something in the advanced alien tech that split Ataru apart in the first place. That was the only answer she could think of.

In the meantime her duty was clear. Control herself. Keep Ryuunosuke from becoming corrupted. It didn't much matter if something happened to her, as a responsible priestess it was her duty to keep watch over this girl and keep her from being ruined by this mysterious phenomenon.

"Sakura?" Ryuunosuke suddenly said, while her Ataru nuzzled the girl's neck. "I was just thinkin', we kind of stink a little bit after all of that. We gotta wash this off, right?"

Sakura sniffed the air. There was something pungent. Pheromones, perhaps? That would fly by her supernatural senses. She took another breath and - Nope that was good old fashioned body odor. Oh god horrifically natural body odor.

"I didn't want to say anything," her Ataru said, looking away. "To be honest, even this smell is beautiful, because it is coming from you."

"Sh-shut up!" Sakura squeaked, feeling her face turn into a half decent tomato impersonation. She pushed inside, then doubled back and grabbed Ryuunosuke. Actually, this was a good chance for them to catch up, alone! "With me, now!"

"Okay girls, see you soon!" Ryuunosuke's Ataru said. For some reason, she blushed at that. Oh. It was because he went out of his way to identify Ryu as a girl. That... was worrying. If one of those Ataru was capable of seducing Sakura, a more worldly woman used to men hitting on her all the damned time then Ryuunosuke, a much more naive soul in terms of gender politics, would likely wind up absolutely <i>ruined</i> if she spent any more time with him.

As such, Sakura closed the door to the bathroom and let out a sigh of relief. While Ryuunosuke let out a sigh of a different kind.

"He's amazing, ain't he," she said.

"No, he's a pervert with eyes on only one prize," Sakura said. She grabbed Ryuunosuke's shoulder and looked her in the eyes. "Control yourself. Somehow they're absolutely perfect for us. Automatically adjusting their behaviour to perfectly suit our needs in an effort to get us to lower our guard. We can <i>both</i> do much better than either of them."

"Better than a guy who automatically knows how to make us happy at every moment of every day," Ryuunosuke repeated back to her. Then she frowned. "No, wait. I get what ya mean. They're not natural, are they? You think they're doing something to our heads, so we should make 'em stop?"

"Deep breaths," Sakura said. She gestured and demonstrated for Ryuunosuke to do exactly that. "Concentrate on how much of a skirt chasing louse he is. How he hits on any cute girl, regardless of personality or interests."

Ryuunosuke closed her eyes. "Deep breaths," she repeated. "Ataru's a louse. A perverted enemy of chicks."

The two of them took that habit to heart as they undressed. While this was an excuse to be alone with the girl, they did both reek, and so bathing was necessary. She was already formulating a few ideas in her head to teach the girl. Meditative techniques. Breathing exercises a bit more nuanced than "fill your lung to capacity and slowly let it out." Some cold water might help as well? Honestly, she'd never felt the need to dampen her lust so she didn't know how much truth that had to it.

What mattered right now was that the two of them were in the middle of pouring cold water over their own backs in the usual Japanese bathing manner... when the door opened up, and two familiar faces poked in.

"Hey girls!"

Sakura immediately went to grab a basin and toss it at them, but then the door swung open and -

Penis. Penises. Peni? What is the plural form for penis? The two of them had already undressed, and were now coming into the bathroom.

"Wh-what do you think you're doing?" Sakura hissed. Ryuunosuke still had her eyes closed, breathing in and out, apparently unaware. "Get out of here!"

"Aww, but that's kind of mean isn't it?" her Ataru said, somehow slipping behind her and rubbing her shoulders. "Leaving us out there so you can have your girl chat."


"Yeah! 'Specially when you got two pairs of strong hands to help you rub down," the other Ataru said as he poured more water over Ryuunosuke, and began to rub her down with a washcloth.

Really now, she ought to protest that ridiculous logic. Could you even call it logic? No, it was more like an excuse than anything else. And yet she found herself swept up in it, carried away as his hands rubbed down her soaking wet back. Her body was a little colder than normal thanks to the water, so it was grateful for the touch, the warmth of another human body. Though again, intellectually, she was struggling with the idea of who that warm body was.

Sakura closed her eyes, intending to breathe and concentrate on controlling her lust. She breathed in and out, her lungs rising and falling like a steady wave. She was as calm as the ocean. Serene. In control. In total control. Pleasure did not control her, especially not base pleasure. She was a human being, not some wild animal. She was at peace. She was content. Pleasure did not control her. She felt an inner warmth deep, so deep within her that made her feel full and happy and -

And for some reason that warmth was shaped like a penis.

Sakura opened her eyes and looked down. Ataru smiled up at her and waved. Sakura opened her mouth to ask what he was doing down there, but then her hips moved down and the only sound that came out was a "ohOhohOhohO!"

She took in a deep breath. It didn't help. It only made things <s>better</s> <b>worse, worse, so much <s>betterbetterbetter</s> WORSE!</b> Take stock, Sakura. Assess your situation. What do you know about what's going on?

1: You're naked.
2: Ataru is naked.
3: You're riding him cowgirl style.
4: Your hips can't stop, won't stop, they're moving like they have a mind of their own.
5: Ryuunosuke, the girl you swore to keep from getting corrupted, is on her hands and knees and getting drilled from behind.

"Oh! So! That's! What! That's! For!" Ryuunosuke said, beaming ear to ear, and grunting happily in between each word. "Gimme! More!"

Well if that wasn't the fast track towards full on corruption then Sakura didn't know what was. She had to stop this. She had to get off Ataru and drag Ryuunosuke away from her Ataru before -

"Why?" the Ataru beneath her asked. "I mean, look at her. That girl has only ever wanted one thing, to be recognised as a girl. Now she's getting it."

"Oh fuck being agirl is awesome!"

"She's getting it really hard. She's not being hurt, she's not being lied to, she's genuinely happy for once. Why you gotta ruin that?"

"You're abnormal," Sakura said. Then she kissed his pectoral before she could stop herself. "You're doing... something to us. I don't know what it is yet but you're mani~" Orgasm, orgasm, triple orgasm, whiting out, losing track of time. "~ipulating us somehow. I won't stand for it!"

To her surprise, Ataru took on this weird look, almost like sympathy. "I get it," he said. "You're right, actually. We're manipulating you. I mean, I'm not sure <i>how</i> we're doing it exactly, but somehow we imprinted on a chick - one each - and then we just... became their ideal man. Then we learned how to control that, and set about figuring out a way to build ourselves a harem before we turned back into one Ataru."

There it was. The conspiracy was out in the open. They were indeed manipulating them by... as she thought, becoming their ideal. She understood it now, in a moment of clarity. So ideal, so perfect, that they ceased being moulded themselves and started doing the moulding. It was no more brainwashing than a sweet dessert was poison. It was just so good you couldn’t help but indulge.

"Of course, I'm so perfect now that I understand how you feel," Ataru tutted. "Damn. Oh well. I'll help you put a stop to our little conspiracy - once you get off me."

"Get... off you?" Sakura repeated.

"Yeah, I mean, I'm not doing anything. Just lying here. Fully erect. While you bounced yourself on my dick. I kind of can't do much of anything right now. Can I?"

Though she hated to admit it, he had something of a point. His hands were resting behind his head. He was on his back. She was on top. He could hardly do much of anything with her on top of him, and so Sakura started to stand up.

But then he moved. Not much. Just a little bit. Sort of like he was adjusting himself to be more comfortable. However, he hit <i>just</i> the right point to make Sakura weak at the knees as she came, came <i>came</i> and collapsed right back on top of that marvelous, glorious D.

"Guhhhh!" she moaned. Her body started to automatically hump against it, looking for another, another, another. She felt weird. The same way she felt at an all you can eat buffet. Nothing was enough. Nothing could satiate her appetite. It was endless, bottomless.

"Oh shoot, forgetful me," Ataru smacked his forehead. "Your mind and soul are still not accepting this, but your body is already really strongly into this. What's that saying? The soul is willing, but the flesh is weak?"

"D-Damn you, this is your plan?" Sakura yelled at him, her eyes glowing brightly with nigh demonic energy. Her hair even started to levitate. "Y-You intend to show how deeply your corruption has taken root by doing almost nothing?!"

"Oh, baby!" Ryuunosuke cooed next to her. "That's the good shit. Oh, fuck! I love being a chick!"

Sakura didn't even want to look. It would discourage her. Instead she locked eyes with her opponent beneath her. Yes, her opponent. Not lover, not fuck buddy, nor any other synonym that came came <b>came</b> to mind. She was going to break free of this idiot. Then she was going to drag Ryuunosuke out of here. Then she was going to shut this whole conspiracy down once and for all!

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Let us consider Ryuunosuke Fujinami for a moment, shall we?

...

Damn, she's hot. Something about that masculine attitude combined with that body just sort of sets something off, doesn't it? It's almost like it's tickling that small part of the male brain that is a little bit gay, but normally gets suppressed by all the straightness, while the straightness can't actually protest at all because that person has a vagina so there's nothing really gay about it. Right? I'm not alone in this, I can't possibly be alone in this.

Alright, let's consider something other than her body. Fun though it might be to do so. Let's consider her as a person. She is the victim of an abusive father. No question of it. No matter your sexual politics, no matter how you feel about transexuals, that's the conclusion you're going to come to.

I mean, if you're pro-trans rights? She identifies as a girl, and her father is forcing her to conform to a gender identity she does not have. Classic abuse. If you're anti-trans right? First, please kindly do us all a favour and fuck off with that shit, and secondly you're still coming to that conclusion because Ryuunosuke was born as a girl while her father is trying to force her to behave as the gender she biologically was not born as.

Amazing how both sides can agree that an abusive asshole is an abusive asshole, right?

But let's go a bit deeper here. What does she want? What does Ryuunosuke actually want? She's said it often enough, right? The chance to wear girly clothes?

"How do I look?" Ryunouske asked, wearing a smart skirt from Sakura's wardrobe. All over the bed, all kinds of clothes were scattered about, while Ataru Moroboshi - naked as the day he was born - was poking through the wardrobe. Not for any perverted reason, believe it or not. He was searching for attire that might fit his girlfriend.

"Amazing, babe," Ataru said.

"You say that no matter what I wear."

"Don't make it less true," Ataru shrugged. The girl reached out, grabbed him by the ears, then pulled him in for a deep, satisfying smooch.

"Noooo, must protect!" a voice whined from the corner. "One second, I'll stop in a second. Just got to make him cum. Make him cum, then he'll get soft. Mmm, fuck, why hasn't he cum, it's been an hour - hour - houuuuuur! And I'm the one that keeps cumming, cumming, cumming!"

That was, of course, Sakura. Still on top of Ataru, though at this point she was sitting in his lap while he was in a chair. Still riding him, still climaxing every time she tried to get off him. Yes, that pun was intentional, you really think I'll ignore "get off him" as an opportunity at this point?

Ignoring her, Ryuunosuke ditched the skirt. "Feels kinda weird walking in that," she said. "Like, I dunno, my legs are way less mobile? I won't be able to jump if my old man tries starting some shit."

This is how it had been for a good half hour now. The four of them had left the bathroom, fully naked, with Sakura being carried by her Ataru and Ryuunosuke walking out arm in arm with hers. It was too perfect an opportunity. Believe it or not, but Sakura and Ryuunosuke were about the same bra size, so it gave her the perfect chance to see what that was like and - well, the other clothes weren't exactly terrible fits. Sakura was a fair bit taller, but that wasn't <i>too</i> much of a problem.

"Ooh, look what I found!" Ataru sang. He pulled out a hanger from the back, which revealed something that made Sakura's face turn several interesting shades. "A little something for your ex-boyfriend? How kinky, Miss Sakura!"

"Nnngh!" she blushed, it was kinda cute. The priestess made another attempt to stand up, which meant that she got hit with another mindmelting climax. "R-Ryuunosuke! Don't let him corrupt you!" Sakura pleaded. "They're up to something! They're! Ah! Doing something to us!"

"Oh, ya mean that thing where they're our ultimate boyfriends, and they're making us all super happy so that they can fuck us whenever?" Ryuunosuke asked. She took the outfit offered to her and slipped it on. It didn't take that long. There wasn't much material, and Ataru was helping her out. Giving her body a few carefully - maybe perfectly - placed kisses on the way. "Hey, don't look so shocked, I got ears. I could hear what you two were talking about."

Ryuunosuke tunred to look at herslef in full length mirror. "So they're making us into harem girls," she said, dressed up in Miss Sakura's little fetishplay harem girl costume. "Big deal. That just means I get to feel like a chick for once. What's wrong with that?"

"B-bu-but!" Sakura began to protest, but in the time she was able to get that out Ryuunosuke had already crossed the room and was kneeling down next to the older woman. She reached out to stroke Sakura's hair. Man, she was such a woman.

"Yo, you just wanna make him cum so he gets all soft on ya, right?" Ryuunosuke asked. Then she dipped forward and kissed Sakura on the lips. Sort of the same way she'd been kissed earlier on. Hard kiss, rough, holding nothing back.

"Oh fuck, that's way too hot!" Sakura's Ataru said, and after a moment Sakura sort of rolled off him with a big goofy smile on her face.

"Nice work babe, knew you'd see the light."

What does Ryuunosuke want? To dress like a chick? To look like a chick? Behave like a chick? No. Those were lies that she was telling herself. Or more like, means to an end. She took off the harem girl outfit and dumped it on Sakura.

"That's yours, not mine," Ryuunosuke said. "I don't need a skirt to feel like a chick. All I really want is to be recognised as one. Uh, where'd my trousers go anyhow?"

Sometimes all a person really wants is to be identified as what they really are.

1. Ryuunosuke drags Sakura to meet with Lum and Oyuki to further discuss harem plans.
2. Shinobu is busy being hopelessly corrupted in her own bedroom.
3. Back to Benten struggling to resist.
4. Wedding time! How does this go horribly wrong for all involved?
5. Something else