Friday, 12 February 2021

Story: HCI

 

It's been a while since we checked in on the quarantine at Uchan's - and doesn't that word just carry such <i>lovely</i> connotations in 2021? - So why don't we check in on what's happening there? Let's see now. Right at this moment, Tatewaki Kuno and Tsubasa were railing Akane's friends, while Konatsu had inadvertently ejaculated all over Kodachi, and spread the body morphing corruption to the insane gymnast.

So, I'm sorry to delve back into the horrible realm that is the real world hell we're all trying to escape from via Ranma 1/2 smut, but if you think about it... Kodachi is kind of a Karen in training, isn't she? The personality, the entitlement, the sheer lunacy, the unwillingness to see the world the way it is because it doesn't get her what she wants right the fuck now... *

Given what we've seen of late from a variety of real world buffoons/victims of misinformation campaigns and conspiracy theories, this type of person is exactly the sort who would pay as much respect to a quarantine as they would to common sense. None whatsoever.

"Ohohohohoho!" Kodachi laughed in her signature way, because of course she did. "Why, at first I was concerned, I was mortified!"

"Did she do that deliberately?" Tsubasa asked. "Did she mess the lyrics up on purpose? It's tweaking my nerves, something fierce."

"But with this body, it shall break through his shyness for certain!" Kodachi cackled. "Ohohoho, he shall not be able to keep his hands to himself! I must away, and find him before the effect runs dry!"

By the time she'd said that and turned around to leave, Konatsu was right there by the window, staring her down with determination not quite like their usual personality.

"We are in a quarantine," Konatsu said. They might normally be meek, they might normally be unassuming, but make no mistake this was a very dangerous gender confused kunoichi. "You are not leaving this restaurant until it is over."

"My, my," Kodachi smugly replied, eyeing Konatsu up and down like a piece of meat. Her ribbon cracked against the floor. "A mere servant thinks to contain me, when I do not wish to be contained? You should learn not to go against your betters, foolish servant."

"And you should learn not to leave your rear exposed," Konatsu replied, and right at that moment a shadow clone left its erect dick lying in the cleft of Kodachi's butt. No penetration. She'd fight that. Instead, Konatsu's strategy was much simpler. Kodachi was the sort who would fight and disobey any reasonable argument with nonsense until the opponent became too confused or tired to fight back. So instead, cut her off at the pass by making her lose the will to even argue in the first place.

Kodachi let out a strangled grunt of surprise and arousal. Yes, as Konatsu thought. Her first thoughts went to Ranma because he's a total dreamboat/curvaceous babe, but under the influence of this weird curse this kind of stimulation was far too much for her.

"A m-mere servant thinks to - Oooh, th-thinks to..." Kodachi burbled, and so Konatsu upped the ante ever so slightly by sawing their dick in between her cheeks. Making her fully aware of how big, how hard, how magnificent this penis felt. This should do it. This should keep her in line. This should definitely prevent her from leaving, maintaining the quarantine (to some extent) as per Mistress Ukyo's wishes.

"You're enjoying that quite a lot, aren't you?" Tsubasa quipped. "Enjoying some insane gymnast booty, are we?"

Much though he hated to admit it, Konatsu was finding a great deal of pleasure in driving this lunatic to the brink of ecstasy without engaging in any direct penetration. Usually, Konatsu was quite meek, behaviour bred in by years of mistreatment and beratement at the hands of a truly wicked step family. Nonetheless, there was the ocasion were aggression was warranted. While on a mission, in the midst of battle... or engaging in direct commands from Mistress Ukyo. In all such scenarios, Konatsu would dive in headlong, as unworthy as they may be.

And oh, by the gods above, was Konatsu unworthy of this fine gymnast booty.

Such a thought was strange. Especially since Konatsu sort of, kind of, identified as a woman (who happened to have a man's body) due to the abusive upbringing by that aforementioned wicked step family. Talk about a walking gender politics landmine! **

Regardless of gender confusion, Konatsu was still very much attracted to the fairer sex. Even before this the spark of attraction to Ukyo, a very obvious woman of great beauty, had burned brightly in Konatsu's heart. Devotion. Attraction. Love. Yes, Konatsu felt all of those things very keenly.

But right here, right now, the only thing Konatsu was feeling was Kodachi's firm cheeks engulfing a quite rigid, large, throbbing penis. As if to make matters worse, Kodachi was... moving. Quite a bit. At first struggling to free herself. Then, to assist in rubbing the penis in between her cheeks.

"Oh! F-Forgive me, Ranma darling! I do not know what has come over me! M-My heart belongs to you, and yet my body aches for - For!"

"You know, Ukyo didn't ask you to bang anyone that broke in," Tsubasa idly remarked, even as he was getting his balls cleaned by one of Akane's friends. "That means, if you give in and tap that crazy, you'll be cheating on Ukyo! Oh, she'll be inconsolable, she'll run right into my arms."

"Saying that while fornicating with one of Miss Akane's friends is a mite hypocritical," Konatsu dryly observed. Nonetheless, Konatsu knew that he had an excellent point. It was a hard point to argue when your balls are swelling up, desperate for release, like a balloon being steadily filled with water. Even though there had been release already, taking this drastic action to keep Kodachi restrained had tactical ramifications that caught even the genius kunoichi off guard.

In short, this bizarre body morphing curse was making two victims of unrequited love who knew very little about one another want to fuck each other stupid. Although it must be said, for this setting such a matter is not an especially far reach. Everyone involved was already pretty dumb, really.

"Please do not misunderstand, Miss Kuno," Konatsu whispered in her ear. "I hold absolutely no affection for you, but... It would be rather cruel to both of us, at this point, if this unworthy kunoichi didn't fuck you into blissful ahegao."

That last part was something quite outside Konatsu's normal lexicon, but nobody in the room caught it because... fuck, they were all way too horny to think along those kind of lines. Konatsu unsheathed their member from between Kodachi's cheeks, but made sure to do it the slow way. Dragging it out instead of lifting it. With her newly lewd, sensitive body and thick jiggling cheeks - quite unbecoming of a gymnast- such an act sent her to climax in and of itself, even before they got to the fun part.

Not that Kodachi was getting any time to recover before the fun part. Honestly, it was hard to believe how good it felt to be pushing this accursed member into this lunatic's moist, quivering pussy. With her on hands and knees, Konatsu found themself in an unusually dominant position, for which feelings of shame quickly washed over their body. Not quite to the extent of making this stop, but still -

"Please forgive this horny, unworthy, humble kunoichi for slaking their lust on your freshly cursed body," Konatsu said, begging Kodachi even as their body began to thoroughly piledrive Kodachi from behind, penetrating her deeper, harder and faster than should realistically be humanly possible. "Especially since your brother is also in the room, dicking another of Mistress Akane's slutty friends. For the two of you to be reduced to this, it is quite a shameful event."

"Ohohohoho!" Kodachi cackled, but it had much less of its usual air about it. Instead of a maniacal laugh, it came off more like an aroused moan. Pathetic, mewling, desperate and needy. "No need to apologise, servant. It is the duty of the lowers to please their betters. Now, I hold no affection for you either. Nonetheless -"

What followed was a truly astonishing feat of contortionism, with Kodachi's body bending in ways that even Konatsu did not realise a human could bend. Somehow, she had managed to twist her body around, locking her legs around Konatsu's waist and winduing up on top, while straddling Konatsu's waist. Incredible! Such a feat should not be possible, even for a talented limber gymnast! Unless... the curse had picked up on her gymnastic attributes and enhanced the flexibility of her body?

"Ohohohoho!" Kodachi laughed, her beautiful yet scary face an image that would stay with Konatsu for the rest of their life. Her hips began to rhythmically rise and fall. Not fast. Slowly. Agonisingly slowly. As if they wanted to go quickly, but were restraining themselves for the time being. It was agony. Sweet, glorious agony. All that could be done from this position was reach up, and trace hands along a healthy, curvier figure, landing on her freshly heaving bosom. "How thoughtful of you to offer yourself up in this way, servant. Now I shall use you as practise, to ensure that my lovemaking is of sufficient standard to satisfy my darling Ranma!"

"Y-You still plan to break the quarantine?" Konatsu grunted.

"Of course!" Kodachi bellowed triumphantly. "Does this lowly servant truly believe that I, Kodachi Kno the Black Rose, have such a weak will that I will spread this bizarre curse to all and sundry? Ohhohoho, no, no! Only my dear Ranma-sama shall be allowed to pluck this flower! No, lie still, humble servant, and allow me to practise my lovemaking on your lithe, muscular body."

"Hahahahahaha! Oh, this is soooo good!" Tsubasa laughed, and then started taking pictures for good measure. Oh, how novel, this was what it was like to feel genuine killing intent for someone outside that wicked step-family.

Ah, this wasn't good. For several reasons, no less! Kodachi's boisterous personality lent itself quite well to being in charge, while Konatsu's meek personality was content to let others walk all over them. It was like swimming upstream. Note that this position was established, reversing it was going to prove nigh-on impossible. There was a very good chance that Kodachi was intending to ride Konatsu' to exhaustion, then simply leave. Prancing across the rooftops. Spreading her flowers everywhere, and spreading the curse far and wide wherever she went in pursuit of her Ranma darling.

Which meant... which meant that Konatsu had to extend this 'practise' for as long as possible. Extend the quarantine as much as could be managed under these conditions. Tap that crazy for all she was worth, and then some. Keep her satisfied. Keep her from wanting to leave.

Alas, Konatsu's efforts would soon prove fruitless, as certain forces outside were apparently determined to enter this quarantine zone...

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*Then again, the comparison between Kodachi and Karens might be a bit too harsh. Most Karens are way less lucid and reasonable.

**actually please don't that is exactly how those go off.

  1. Someone from Ranma 1/2.
  2. Someone from To Love Ru
  3. Someone from To Aru
  4. Someone from another series, about to get hit by the corruption.
  5. Something else


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