Looking around, Lum couldn't help but be impressed at how well put together her room was. Everything was perfectly to her taste, perfectly designed to Oni sensibilities and to her own unique tastes in particular. There was a walk in cupboard in the corner that was perfect for a space time corridor, a bed with a Darling shaped body pillow, a space for her computer at the back, an energy discharge module for if she got a little too pent up with electricity, and - oh look there! An intergalactic portable kitchen with rows of food already stocked!
The perfect living space made just for her. She floated in the air hugging at her knees, and wondered if the rooms for the other girls were just as perfectly designed. Each of them had a floor to themselves after all.
"Hrmph, tacky as ever!" Ran huffed. "Honestly now, got enough tiger stripes on everything? What's wrong with a little pink? Teehee! Li'l Ran is only joking."
That effect was a little bit spoiled by the fact she'd said so right away without giving Lum time to process it. Though now it was making her wonder if maybe Ran was messing with her by being so blatant. Whatever the case may be, the two girls hung onto their respective Atarus while smiling 'politely' at one another.
"Now girls, you're supposed to be making up," her Darling said.
"Yeah babe, shooting daggers at each other is fun, but it ain't why we're here," her Darling said.
"It is hard to believe that Ran is being honest, Darling," Lum said. "She's had a long history of pranks and japes."
"I didn't drain you when we were making out earlier!" Ran sniffed. "It would've been so easy to suck you dry instead of sucking on your tongue. Your spicy, tasty, slutty Oni tongue."
While Ran was saying that, the two Atarus had subtly moved the two girls so they were standing closer together. Right at the full stop, the two of them were inches away and their lips met. The two of them melted into each other easily. Almost too easily. There was that little nagging feeling at the back of Lum's mind that she was kissing girls a lot recently. She didn't used to do that. When had she started?
And more importantly, why hadn't she been doing it sooner?
"It's obvious what we need here!" an Ataru said, but Lum wasn't sure which one. Obviously, he was talking about having s- "Therapy! The two of you have issues you need to work around."
"That's right," the other Ataru said. "Lum obviously doesn't trust Ran, and Ran still holds some kind of resentment towards Lum. A quick therapy session is exactly what the doctor ordered!"
"It'll be good for both of you," the first Ataru said. "I mean, you're both going to be in my harem."
"And Lum's going to be in charge of the harem, so she'll need to be able to trust those beneath her," the other Ataru said
Oh? She'd be in charge, would she? That was nice. Ah, wait.She was being guided away from Ran now, but they weren't finished yet. Lum smacked her lips and tried to lean towards Ran for more of a taste, but she was pulled over to sit on her bed. Or, more precisely, sit on Darling's lap while he sat on her bed. Ran was in a similar position on a chair opposite them.
"I think a little roleplay is in order," her Ataru whispered in her ear. "Maybe that will help you chicks understand each other a little better."
"Yeah, gotta understand each other," the other Ataru added. "So how about this? Lum's done something <i>naughty</i> and has to be punished."
"Naughty like what?" Lum asked.
"Fuck it, you want a list?!" Ran yelped. "Ah, I mean, we'll just fake it and roll from there. Uh, let's see... We could have you break my doll, or wet my bed, or spill my juice on my mother's rug, or - "
"Getting riled up, babe, dial it back a bit," her Ataru interrupted. "She stole your cake, that'll do fine."
Well... alright. Lum honestly didn't see what sort of benefit this would provide, but might as well play along. Lum rose from her seat, though it was quite painful to do so. She really wanted to just sit there and bask in her Darling's presence, being away from him felt simply awful now. Alright. Let's get into character.
"Hi Ran, how are you - "
Before another word could be said, Ran grabbed her shoulders, whirled her around, set her on her lap and started to spank her. "That! Was! My! Fucking! Cake!" Ran yelled, punctuating each and every word with another hard slap to Lum's cheeks. After the fifth one, she stopped for a moment, took a deep breath, then yanked Lum's bikini bottoms into a wedgie before continuing where she left off, this time hitting bare flesh with the flat of her hand. "My! Fucking! Cake! You! Greedy! Harlot! How! Dare! You... Ooh, I never realised how firm your butt was..."
"I know, right - I mean, stay in character Ran!" her Ataru said. "Resist the booty! I know it's hard, but please focus!"
"No, no, I think this is helpful," the other Ataru countered. "Ran! Now that you have your hand groping and kneading at Lum's admitedly very nice butt, how does that make you feel?"
"Heheheheee..." Ran gurgled. Then, almost playfully, she swatted Lum's butt again. Uh? Okay? This wasn't quite how Lum saw this going. It was a little weird really, and to be quite honest she'd much rather be making out with Ran again. Or Oyuki. Or Shinobu. Oh, maybe she could watch Shinobu and Oyuki make out? That sounded fun.
"Lum's always stealing your things," Ataru #3 said. "First Rei, then me, and now she's even stolen your cake!"
"Crime of the century," Ataru #1 chipped in. "Poor cake never stood a chance against her wiles."
"I see, then I have to deal with that personally, right?" Ran asked."I'll have to make you less horny, and I'll need to do it personally! It's the only way you'll learn!"
"Ah? Ran? What are you -" Lum asked, suddenly finding herself lifted into the air. She stayed up there out of reflex, then felt her thighs pushed aside as a tongue worked its way right into her happy place. Oh! Oh gosh, this scenario had gone really off the wall, now!
"Lum, don't wriggle so much, Ran's clearly on the verge of a major breakthrough!"
"That's right, you Oni slut! Your butt is mine!" Ran slurped away, throwing her face right into Lum's pussy like she was a rabid dog - no, like Rei when he was hungry and someone dropped a slab of meat in front of him. "I'm going to fuck you every day. Every night. Until you can't even think of stealin what's mine! Until you can't even think! Teehee! Then you'll be mine, all mine!"
"NN-nooo," Lum whined, unable to keep herself from wiggling in mid-air. "Don't wanna be Ran's, wanna be Darling's!"
<i>Slap!</i> Another spank to her ass, “I’ll be having Darling! You can watch me ride him and then if you’re good I’ll let you eat me out! You're mine, you hear me! Mine, mine, all mine! I've wanted to taste your cherry for years, and now I'll have it any time I please!”
After a proclamation like that, one would expect for Ran to go hell for leather, dive back in and only come up for air. But no, instead she backed off, and when Lum looked back she had this weirdly thoughtful look on her face.
"Oh wow. I really have it bad for you," she said. "Nngh, but two girls... that's just plain weird, isn't it?"
"Not really," Lum shrugged. "I mean... I guess we're going to be in a harem together."
Right. They would be in a harem together. That felt weirdly natural to think, if that made sense. Well, either way it felt like Ran had a major breakthrough just now and -
"Second scenario!" Ataru #1 said out of nowhere. "This time, Lum has made Ran a cake and needs to be 'rewarded' for her good behaviour!"
As a result of this, Ran suddenly dashed forward with a weird grin on her face. A grin that reminded Lum of Darling, actually. She had one hand on the small of Lum's back, the other at the back of her head, almost like she was being dipped in mid-air.
"Hey babe, thanks for the cake," Ran said. "You want a little sugar to top you off?" Okay, wow, that was quite the switch from the end of the last scene.
"Yes please, that would be very nice!" Lum said.
"Oh, I see how it is now," Ran grinned. "You plied me with cake because you wanted to seduce me, huh? Well, let's see how easy you were when I -"
"Here you go," Ataru #1 said, pulling out a strap-on that Lum could tell at a glance was an exact replica of his dick. Ran wasted no time, not even a second, in tying it around her waist and then pushing Lum up against the wall to -OhoHohOhohO!
"That's right, you take it Lum!" Ran yelled, gripping Lum's hips and thrusting into her. Not quite violently, but a step below that. "This will teach you to ply me with baked goods!"
Oh yes, it most certainly would, it was teaching her that she would absolutely have to make Ran some cakes as soon as they were done here.
"Hey, maybe Ran should be in charge of the harem instead?" #3 suggested out of nowhere. Eh? What was that? "She's really got a can do, take charge attitude!"
R-Right, that was a good point. If she was meant to be a leader, then she shouldn't allow Ran to dictate everything. It was difficult, because she was actually really enjoying having sex with Ran (probably something to do with the fact that this strap-on felt absolutely perfect for her), btu Lum did have to show a little backbone and leadership here.
Which is why she started to push back against Ran. A little at a time, piece by piece, grinding her hips and gently pushing back she took control of Ran's rough behaviour. She played dirty too. Little kisses around her mouth to distract her, tweaks to her nipples (#3 offered a little advice here, not that Lum noticed) to make her lose focus, and suddenly Lum was the one on top.
"Now Ran, is this any way to treat someone who gave you a treat?" Lum asked. "Honestly now, this paranoia is quite unhealthy. We're already both part of the same harem, so Darling already belongs to both of us. Neither of us can steal him away, because we're both already his."
Lum kept her back straight, but made sure to pin Ran down with her hands on the other girl's breasts. This was when Ran seemed to notice their position, and tried to reach up to regain control over the pace - but all she wound up doing was touching Lum's body. Stroking it lovingly, as if she was petting her favourite cat. Right, of course. This was meant to be therapy for them, wasn't it? Help them get over their relationship issues. Funny, somehow that had slipped Lum's mind. Must be all the sex they were inexplicably having. In the middle of this therapy session.
Actually, put like that it made it quite clear. Unresolved sexual tension between the two of them that was coming to a head. Right. Of course. That made perfect sense.
"This leads nicely into scenario three," #1 said. "So, this time, Lum has to reward Ran, because she's a good girl who deserves love, and is not at all a spiteful bitch."
"Not sure if Ran can pull off that last part yet, but okay!" #3 remarked.
Ah, that was an interesting scenario to think about. Lum mulled it over. Considered all the available options. Then went right for the obvious right answer. She levitated every so slightly off of Ran's prone body, yanked off the strap on, put it on herself and gave her a nice hard dicking. Oh! She'd never seen this expression from Ran before. It was nice. Her face was all screwed up like she'd had a yummy treat. Combine that with the beads of sweat pouring off her forehead, and it was a very nice look.
"You see, Ran? No need to be so paranoid all the time!" Lum leaned in, and licked some of that sweat right off Ran's brow. "Sometimes a person is just being nice because they want to be nice. No need to read something into everything, tcha!"
"My goodness, I do believe they've both had a breakthrough!" #1 said.
"It's a sight for sore eyes," #3 said. "Let's give the two of them a nice reward."
"What will we give them?" #1 asked.
"I'm sure they'll think of something."
Do you know something? #3 wasn't wrong. Lum could already picture quite clearly in her head exactly what she wanted, how she wanted it, and for how long. First things first though. They had to let this scenario play out.
Hamefura C+S
There are six kinds of magic in this world. One corresponding to the four elements - Earth, wind, water and fire - but also two much rarer forms of magic. Light magic, which is rumoured to only be born to nobility. In truth the situation is a bit more complicated than that, as evidenced by the fact that Maria - sweet, innocent Maria - has developed this kind of magic despite her common birth.
Light is the magic of healing, of purification. Where it shines the darkness withdraws... which counters the final kind of magic neatly. Dark magic. The magic of shadows, intrigue and betrayal. Malevolence, wickedness, control, corruption and tyranny. To gain access to Dark magic requires the taking of a life. Anyone can technically gain access to it, but Dark magic is.. Something else entirely.
Something that young Sirius - pardon me, Raphael was his true name - had only recently been saved from. The swallowing abyss that consumes all. It had closed up around him a long time ago, until a light shone through. Amusingly, not the light from Maria, but rather Katarina Claes. One who had Earth magic, and not especially strong at that. Enough to cause a bump to rise in the ground.
He had been saved by her. That woman who had the most natural resting bitch face he had ever seen. A face cut out for villainy and intimidation. Yet she had a beautiful smile anyway, and managed to bewitch some of the most influential people here at the Magic Academy.
That was why Raphael had decided to deal with her the only way he could. Use his Dark magic to dispose of her. Turn a crowd of people against her, while keeping her friends and allies distracted. Dispose of Katarina Claes any way that he could.
Because the light from her presence burned him. It burned him greater than anything Maria could hope to summon forth.
Naturally, he'd been unable to stay at the academy following those events. Or, at least, that's what he'd said at the time. In truth, he wasn't running away. Now that he had been saved, Raphael had been unable to fully abandon the light that had saved him from that darkness.
That's why he had been using his connections with the Ministry, behind the scenes, in an attempt to guide her to join with them. Yes, the Magic Ministry was a far more suitable place for someone like her.
Still, he had to check in on her from time to time. Just to be sure things were going well. Apparently Katarina had just enjoyed a tea party with the girls that were infatuated with her. How nice. He remembered well the days of her visiting the council to stuff her face with Maria's treats. What a pleasant surprise it would be for her to see him again, perhaps she could be gently pushed a little further into -
Then, something flickered at the edge of his vision. Something inexplicable, terrible and horrible. Mary Hunt was not one that such words would be used to describe normally. Certainly not within earshot of her. However, they were words that Raphael thought of immediately. While he had been rid of Dark magic since he had been saved, owing to the wicked spirit possessing him being banished, he still had a flickering of perception about it. Strictly speaking a Light mage should be more capable than him of seeing it, but -
Had Mary Hunt killed someone?
That was a terrifying thought. She was one of the more, shall we say, obsessed with Katarina out of her group. It was surprisingly easy for him to imagine her doing something like that... But no. Surely not. Maria would have noticed, if something like that had happened. Then again, it was something very much like Dark magic, but different in some way?
There was little else for it. He would have to postpone his reunion with the one who had saved him for a little while longer. A more pressing matter had arisen.
"Hello Mary," he said, stepping out in front of her with a bright beautiful and practised smile. "How have you been?"
Oh dear. Her pretty face fell quite a bit upon seeing him. No wonder though, what must she think of him? It didn't especially matter. While Mary was an adept enough mage for gardening, she wasn't in his league.
"Help! Help! I'm -" she began. Oh dear, he'd rather hoped he wouldn't have to stuff this glove into her mouth. However, needs must. Now. Let's take a look at this almost-dark aura about her. What has Miss Hunt been up to?
To his great surprise and relief, it was not a murderous aura. More one filled with... lust. No, not merely filled with. Bursting with lust. Like a cup overflowing with lust, spilling out everywhere. On reflex he tried to contain it - but this was Water and Earth aligned magic? He had no experience at dealing with this!
Tidal waves and landslides are the epitome of high end Water and Earth magic respectively, much like a Supernova is for Fire and a tornado is for Wind. That raw power of an element building up speed and mass until it's on top of you. Speaking purely metaphorically, he felt like he'd been hit from both sides by both at once, with a giant weight of pure unadulterated desire landing right on top of him, crushing his soul, making his mind creak under the strain. It was immense, the sheer lustful intention this girl had towards Katarina. How could she bear it? How could she possibly bear it?
Ah, but Raphael realised that the true question was 'how could he bear it?'
Oh dear. This wasn't the kind of darkness he had been plagued with up until recently, but nonetheless... Hello darkness my old friend.
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Sitting in a garden, there are five smaller versions of Mary Hunt. One is wearing a judge's robe, carrying a hammer and has a really badass moustache. Another is wearing gardening clothes. Another is hugging a Katarina plush. Another is dressed like a true lady, and the last is simply... smiling. Just sitting there. Smiling. A big toothy smile.
The 'judge' smacks his hammer onto a tree stump.
"Calling to order, the first meeting of the Council of Marys! Subject of order - that creepy dark magic user that kidnapped Katarina came back to school, grabbed us, examined our magical aura and is currently - "
"Knocked the fuck out!" the toothy one interjected, fist pumping the air.
"Yes, quite," the judge twirled its moustache. "We now have an unconscious reformed Dark Magic user on our hands. What should we do?"
"Well, we should turn him in to the proper authorities," the 'lady' suggested. But the one holding the Katarina plush threw up an X with her arms, in replication of something she had seen Katarina do.
"Denied! That could cause an investigation, which could reveal the spell! We need another way!"
The one with the big smile didn’t say anything. She just drew out a knife. A very large knife.
"That would draw even more attention!"
"Why not use the spell on him?" the gardener suggested. "If we play it right, we could even turn him into an ally."
"That is a really, really stupid idea, and we would have to be fools to do it," the judge said. "What other options do we have?"
All five crossed their arms and took a pensive look. The smiling one lit a match.
"... Using the spell it is," the judge said, knocking the hammer against the stump. All but the toothy one winced in dread about the possible results.
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"Oh no oh no oh no oh no!" Mary muttered to herself while setting a carrot and a stick on either side of that stupid dumb interfering former dark magic user's stupid dumb head. "Why did you have to show up now, of all times?!"
This should work. Using the spell to put a compulsion on him <i>should work</i>. Either he'd get distracted by becoming a pervert, or best case scenario she could condition him into helping her out. Of course there was also the possibility that it could go wrong in a dozen different ways, but -
"Aargh! Why can't I think of a better idea?!" Mary clutched the sides of her head and wailed in desperation. "I do have that box of matches next to my bed - No, no. Too risky! How would I even move him to somewhere the body wouldn't be found?"
She cast the spell, just like she had on Katarina, and then - Waited. With bated breath. Then she picked up his surprisingly light body and dragged him off to her room before he woke up.
What would happen next? What should she do? Mary agonised through multiple directions she could go from here, but really this felt like the best way for her to proceed. Ah! It felt like if she picked the wrong choice she'd be marching on the path to doom! Or exile!
Weirdly, in this moment she felt more in sync with Katarina than she had in all the years she'd known her. Like, she somehow understood her way better than a reasonable person should ever be able to.
"Ugh..." the boy groaned, sitting up while rubbing at his head. "What on earth was that?"
"Serves you right," Mary huffed, puffing out her chest indignantly. "Grabbing a lady like that without warning. You really have learned no manners at all, have you Sirius? Or is it Raphael now? I'm still a little confused about that."
"Raphael," he replied, eyeing her carefully. "There's something strange in your aura. It looks like Dark magic."
Okay. Time to gamble. He's already demonstrated that in a straight up fight he would win. So, take advantage of the only possible advantage you have over him. The spell. And the best way to do that was...
"Well yes, I suppose it would," Mary mused. "I mean, it's not the same Dark magic that you used, but it is a little something that affects the mind. Say, would you agree with the premise that 'Mary using a spell to brainwash someone into liking her is perverted? Asking for a friend."
This was the gamble. It was a risky bet, but with the way her heart was already pounding she could see no other option. The idea was planted. Of course it was perverted. It was extremely perverted! But that only meant the spell would punish him if he tried to interfere. Yet it would also reward him if he helped her out. So? Come on now, Raphael. You wanted to interfere in her plans?
Let's see you do that when every attempt to do so will cause you agony!
Curvy Motoko
Keitaro Urashima was kind of a loser. What? You know it's true! It's not because he wears glasses, or has dorky interests, and he was certainly much less of a loser since he became the landlord at the dorms. But a loser he was, because of a few simple reasons. He aimed too high, and failed too badly. He was the kind of person to have an impossible dream, who lacked he basic ability to get there. He should have realised it after failing the exams the second time. What he was doing <i>was not working</i>.
But of course, it wasn't just that. You can be kinda cool by trying and failing over and over again. His personality was the real problem here. He sort of gave off a loserish sort of vibe. Clumsy, disaster prone, off putting to women. He had literally zero luck until his hard work and determination made him into a pussy magnet virtually overnight. In part because that loser attitude that had been holding him back changed. In part because his personality was recontextualised.
It's society's fault, of course. We tell kids that they can be anything they want to be when they grow up - but no, that's not true. There can only be so many astronauts. There can only be so many Gold Medal Olympics champions. And there can only be so many permitted to attend Tokyo University each and every year. It doesn't matter how much hard work you put in, because someone with greater natural talent is probably putting in the same amount of work.
That's even before we consider connections, which is an often ignored advantage of the rich and powerful. A wealthy scion goes bankrupt? This might bring some satisfaction to those who hate the rich, but it is fleeting. He still 'knows people'. People that might give him a loan to get him out of this run of bad luck, where they would scoff at doing the same for someone else. If a rich person falls off a ladder, there will be people to catch them. People that turn a blind eye whenever the same happens to hundreds of thousands of people all across the world each and every day.
So, yes. Keitaro Urashima was a bit of a loser... But his connections, his grandmother, were quite helpful in him becoming not a loser. After all, even if he got kicked out at home, his well off grandmother would surely take him in and help him out until he could get into Tokyo U. He had to succeed sooner or later!
But now something even stranger was happening. Yes, stranger than this transformation from loser to pussy magnet. The spell that had befallen Motoko and her sister had its claws on him, now. Even as he sailed through the air, his personal past and his body were becoming her personal past and her body.
Yes, indeed. Instead of being a clumsy nerdy reed of a boy who turned off every girl he met until he went to Hinata Dorms, he was becoming a clumsy glasses wearing girl with massive boobs... Who still struck out with everyone she went after. Yes, everyone. Boys and girls alike, for the spell had little trouble making her extremely bisexual. How is that possible? How can a cute glasses wearing girl with massive breasts possibly fail to seduce any boy or lesbian that looked in their general direction?
Well, let's take a look at Kei-chan's first confession.
<i>"I like you senpai!" Kei-chan said from the heart, keeping her eyes closed the entire time she spoke. <i>"Please go out with - woah!"</i>
At which time, somehow, she managed to slip, and pushed him in such a way that he fell down the stairs. Twisted his ankle. Put him out of the baseball season. The next time he saw her, he hobbled away surprisingly quickly on his crutches.
It was pretty much the same thing every time. Anyone who confessed to her suffered some kind of injury or malady as soon as the confession was made. It doesn't matter if you have a body that people would say they would crawl on their bellies over a mile broken glass to touch for a few seconds - which had been said about Kei-chan more than once - but it was quite another for someone to cordon off a mile long road, put her at the end, then spread out the broken glass in between them.
"Huh, these memories...?" Keitaro muttered to 'himself'. "That's not what happened..."
While he said that, while those memories settled in, that's when the changes started. Breasts began to form under his shirt. Swelling up, not like balloons, but more like watching a fast motion video of a pair of developing apples. If those apples then continued to grow and became watermelons.
But the transformation was only getting warmed up. With Kei-chan's new breasts, a new set of memories came along to accompany the new set of mammaries. Girls checking her out in the locker room, terrified and yet aroused.
<i>"Ugh, it's not fair! I'd go gay for her but -"</i>
<i>"It's not worth it,"</i> another girl would pipe in. <i>"Not if you value your health. A meteor would probably land on you or something."</i>
<i>"I know, but look at her! How is that even fair?"</i>
It was the same with everyone. Look but don't touch. Don't get near her, don't get her attention. It doesn't matter that she's the cutest, hottest, nicest thing going. It doesn't matter that it's obvious she'd put out super easily. It didn't matter that she had a body that could make the heavens bend their will for a chance to take a peek. Because... The second you did, a terrible misfortune would befall you!
Which meant that by the time she arrived at the Hinata Dorms, run by her grandmother, she was <i>horny</i> as all get out. Bulls had nothing on her, nor did unicorns or narwhals. Sure, she had... 'friends'. A couple of dorky boys that blatantly lusted after her, but ran away in fear of divine retribution.
"Ah... my hips feel funny..." Kei-chan whimpered, feeling her tummy morph and shift, slimming down and becoming the ideal childbearing form while soaring through mid-air. However, that thought didn't dwell too long before new memories pushed their way into her mind.
<i>As she sank into the hot water, Kei-chan looked around to find a stunning beauty settling into the water next to her. Now, this girl was recognised as Naru Narusegawa, but at that time Kei-chan merely looked at her the same way other people had looked at Kei-chan herself. Except in this case, there was no 'disaster' aura surrounding Naru.
"Oh gosh Mitsune, aren't you getting big and curvy?" Naru asked, wantonly groping Kei-chan's chest. "Tee hee, I have such a ways to catch up! Let's make out while we wait for Motoko."
"Um?" Kei-chan was able to say right before Naru put her tongue down Kei-chan's throat. Not that she was complaining, not when this total babe, this equal to her in terms of sheer busty curviness, was willingly pushing their bodies together and giving her something that she'd needed desperately for a long, long time.
Alas, Naru wasn't too pleased that Kei-chan 'pretended to be Mitsune' so they could make out. Which set an unfortunate tone for the rest of their relationship, which was kinda a shame because, like, Naru was super hot and stuff.</i>
"Huh? That's not how it went..." Kei-chan muttered right before colliding with Terra Firma. Emphasis on the Firma. Still, a walking disaster area like her wouldn't have lived this long if something like that was enough to take her out of action. Kei-chan dusted herself off, ignored the jiggling in her chest... and also in her rear, and then began to walk back to the dorms.
"Hey babe! I'm on a date already, but you wanna join us?" an unaware man called out, a really cute woman on his arm.
"What are you -" his date replied, then stopped as she had turned to look. "Ohhh, gimme some of that!"
Then, somehow, both of them slipped and wound up landing upside down inside a public bin. Oh dear, disaster struck others again - Except that wasn't a thing she had to deal with before, right? Or was it? Kei-chan couldn't remember clearly. Maybe if she'd taken them up on their offer for a little fun time sooner, it would've cleared her head a little?
<i>"Kei-chan! When we grow up, let's go to Tokyo U together! Together, we can marry the same hunk!"</i>
That's not quite how it should go either, was it? That's not the promise made. Something was very wrong here. Though, if Kei-chan was honest, she kind of hoped that girl grew up to be really cute. She really needed to get laid, pronto, it would help her clear her head.
Maybe she should throw caution to the wind and finally just... go for Naru? The sexual tension between them was almost a resident of the dorm itself. She was about as hot as Kei-chan herself... But then again so was Motoko. The two of them were such sluts, which kinda made them fun to hang around with. Though to be honest she was a little jealous of them as well because they were able to be sluts without having to worry about anything...
Or maybe Kanako? Oh yeah! Kanako! How could she forget about Kanako? That cute little thing, always following her around like a lost puppy. It was obvious what she was after. It was the same thing everyone wanted from her. Something that she'd give up freely and willingly to anyone that could put up with her disaster zone effect.
Mm... Maybe get all three of them into bed together? Their wet, curvy bodies grinding up against each other would be utterly divine. She could see it so easily. Naru and Motoko aggressively mauling her body with their hands and lips, each one trying to outdo the other in touching and pleasuring her. Naru running her long tongue along Keichan's thighs, while Motoko trapped a thigh between Keichan's boobs and simulated a titfuck with that meaty leg. The two of them would trap Keichan's head in between their boobs, suffocating her - While Kanako, sneaky little Kanako had snuck down to her pussy and was scissoring away with deliberation and passion, driving the two of them to a mutual well earned climax.
...
What had she been thinking about again?
Dreamscape
There is something quite wonderful about returning home after a long, long day at work. Ritsuko unlocked the door and stumbled in, keenly aware of every muscle in her body crying out for attention. All that testing, tweaking the equipment, making sure the assistants all understood their tasks, reading reports, collating data... it was a wonder she was still awake after all that.
Indeed, it would be a wonder, though perhaps not for the reasons she supposed.
On entering her place of residence she came upon a familiar sight. Her roomie, Misato Katsuragi reclined on the sofa, beer cans all around her. Wearing a crop top that showed off some amazing underboob, and a high thong that was utterly consumed by her thick juicy butt, hanging onto her round door bursting hips more snugly and precisely than the plugsuits clung to the bodies of their pilots -
Pilots. Hold on... Wasn't Misato supposed to be living with two of them? No, that couldn't be right. Because she was right here. They lived together. Had done for years. The incongruity felt important - but only for a moment.
"I notice you've not done any cleaning up," Ritsuko observed. More than a little annoyed at Misato's usual layabout attitude. "You'd better get to it, if you know what's good for you."
"Uuurgh, okay, fine! Slave driver!" Misato huffed, rolling off her seat and starting to pick up the trash around the room. Meanwhile, Ritsuko decided to relax a little. Enjoy the show. It was quite a repetitive one, but no less enjoyable all the same. Misato would stroll over to a piece of trash, deliberately causing her booty to undulate wildly and uncontrollably, the flesh of her ass jiggling around in ways that human flesh could normally only replicate in the midst of an earthquake. Then she would bend over - at the knees, obviously because that would best let her show off her butt - pick up the trash in between her boobs, and deposit it into a plastic bag that she had to use both hands to keep open. Which was why she had to use her breasts! Aha, of course, that did make sense.
Worth noting at this time that dream logic works a lot like that. Strange things happen, then you fill in details later to make sense of what you were seeing. In any event, Misato was doing that over and over again, while Ritsuko's eyes tracked her cheeks perfectly, burning up with jealousy from within.
Oh, she'd liked the sight of this for a long time now. Because she was jealous. Envious would be a better word actually. She wanted a body like that, craved a body as curvy and supernaturally seductive as Misato Katsuragi. With each step she took, she could entrance any man. With casual ease, she could cast a spell of total lust over them - while in truth being an absolute slob.
But this was a dream. Ritsuko's dream. Which meant that, as she took off her stuffy lab coat, tugging off her restricting trousers, she didn't notice that her body was just like this Misato's. Not the real one. No, nothing like the real one. More like this parody, this exaggeration, this caricature of a sex goddess that was putting on an unknowing show for her apparent amusement.
Her head felt light as she sat her own thong clad bubble butt on the couch. It was funny, but no matter how much trash Misato picked up, she never quite seemed to get all of it. A new random piece would appear out of nowhere, necessitating her strolling over, bending down and picking it up with her boobs.
"You know, you really should get a boyfriend," Misato said out of nowhere. "Your relationship with the Commander isn't healthy."
Now, Ritsuko did briefly wonder how Misato knew about that - but the thought was quickly squashed as unimportant. In truth Misato knew because she was speaking from Ritsuko's subconscious.
You see, for a long time now Ritsuko had been at once jealous of, and yet also turned on by her good friend. And why shouldn't she be? Misato might not be this over the top oversexualised in the real waking world, but she was absolutely a bombshell through and through.
And so, this dream version of Misato who had curves that could make an egg jealous and jiggle to put jelly to shame, was playing the part of Ritsuko's confused subconscious feelings coming up to the surface, all because of her brand new device. Which might be having a few side effects she hadn't noticed yet. Maybe. Possibly. Let's take a look at how things go, shall we?
"I don't see what any business it is of yours!" Ritsuko huffed. As if in response to this, Misato's cheeks started to clap as she strode around the room picking up trash. "Honestly now, who would I even date? It's not as if I meet anyone outside of work."
"That's another problem, isn't it?" Misato asked, reaching back her arm at an impossible angle to guide Ritsuko to her feet while also being bent over in front of her, ass practically in the blonde scientist's face. "You don't meet anyone outside of work these days at all. That's not healthy. Oh, help me with this will you? I can't quite get this one up."
Ritsuko rose to her feet and stood next to Misato, and yes she could see the issue. There was a giant plugsuit clad pile of Rei and Asuka clones lying in the middle of the room, there was no way that Misato could ever shift this by herself. She wouldn't even know where these things were kept.
She bent over and smoothed her hands down their skin, idly noting that the two of them were only slightly less curvy than herself and Misato. The plugsuits were really skin tight too, they clung to their butts so firmly you could see every muscle. Any tighter and you'd see blood vessels and nerves. On top of that, they were wedged right in the crack, properly filling out the space and making it clear how toned the pair of them were. The white and red provided excellent erotic effects as well.
"I'm just so busy that I don't get the chance," Ritsuko said, slinging an Asuka over her shoulder. Not noticing that her own cheeks had started to clap as she walked. Or that the Reis and Asuka's butts were doing the same thing whenever they were moved. "Who would I even meet with? Oh, and these go over here."
'Here' being the pile of plugsuit clad Shinjis sitting meekly in the corner of the room. His chest was defined, and his plugsuit made it quite apparent that the young man put his father to shame where his penis came to question. Ritsuko set the Asuka she was carrying onto his right knee, and draped her arms around his shoulder, while Misato set the Rei on his left and mirrored the gesture. Perfect. These really should be stored away more properly, in their rightful place. With both girls leaning into him, while his hands grabbed their fat needy butts.
"You know, if a boyfriend isn't your thing you could always settle for a girlfriend," Misato said out of nowhere. Ritsuko whipped around, finding that Misato had picked up another pair of pilot copies, and with a hand on both of their shoulders was making them both jiggle their booties in time with her own twerking ass. "Have you ever thought about that, Ritsuko? Dating a super hot, curvy slut with a big juicy booty and curves that you could get lost in?"
Before Ristuko could answer, a pair of hands grabbed onto her cheeks from behind. Rei and Asuka. The two she'd just put down. They'd inexplicably reached back to grope her, grab her, play with her ass and turn her around so that she was standing cheek to cheek with Misato. Her ass was surrounded by ass. Twerking ass. Jiggling ass. Soft warm juicy ass. It was dizzying, if not outright intoxicating.
"You've wanted something like this since university, haven't you?" Misato asked. "Ever since that time you walked in on me in the shower, you've admired my figure. Desired my figure. Felt repressed lust for it."
And that was it. The suspension of disbelief crashed like the Titanic into an iceberg. The ship was sinking, parsimony was ruined, Ritsuko was starting to realise she didn't remember the actual journey home or since when she'd been living with Misato.
"I'm not a lesbi-" she began to protest, but the pilots on either side of her began to twerk even harder, grinding her butt up against MIsato's and making her completely lose track of her train of thought. "Th-This is a dream!" she protested. "It doesn't mean what it seems like, there must be something underneath this!"
"Sometimes a banana is just a banana, and sometimes a cigar is just a cigar," Misato said. "And this is an erotic dream being had by an unsatisfied repressed scientist, who loves pussy as much as she loves cock, but isn't wanting to admit it."
Every four syllables that she spoke, Misato completed a figure eight of her ass. Somehow, this made Ritsuko's cheeks clap together, sending reverberations through her entire body that echoed around her nucleus accumbens so hard it was making her brain swim in dopamine. She could almost hear it slowing around inside her skull with each little movement, but then again that might be the drool spilling out of her mouth.
"It's not healthy to repress how you feel," Misato continued, reaching back to spank her own ass as she continued going in a figure eight. "Go ahead, admit you're attracted to me. It's just a dream. Nobody will know. And since it is a dream, you can have some fun without any trace of consequences."
Th-There was a kind of logic to that, but somehow Ritsuko felt like it would be really, really bad if she gave in that easily. Really bad. Really good, but mostly bad.
"Ah, I know what would make you relax!" Misato suddenly said. "How about some rhythm?"
That sounded nice. What sounded less nice was when Misato started to use Ritsuko's cheeks like bongos. No, correction. Not just Ritsuko's cheeks. Misato's as well, and those of the pilots too. It was like a perverse drumset had been set up in her dream, producing an oddly catchy tune. Boom ba da boom bom, boom ba da boom bom...
"It seems we were right, the sexual desires of the lillim are their greatest weakness..." Misato said, flickering for a moment and seeming more...inhuman for a flicker of a second. Her voice took on this great echoing cadence as well, which somehow went in one ear and out the other. Almost as soon as it had finished, Ritsuko forgot that it had even happened. "So? Shall we be honest with ourselves now? How much do you love booty?"
"L-Love it lots!" Ritsuko moaned, arching her back and wiggling her hips in a desperate, yet also futile attempt to get Misato to bongo beat her butt more, more, more. Alas, the tune she was playing apparently didn't need her notes so much as it did the others. She would go down the scale, and then stop right before hitting Ritsuko's part, leaving her whining in desperate need. That whining then started to harmonise with the clapping of her cheeks and the bongo rhythms.
"That's a good slut," Misato tittered, spreading Ritsuko's cheeks wide open and diving in face first, continuing to play her beat the entire time. "Now, with your help, we'll be able to corrupt the rest of the Geofront as they sleep. All because of your repressed yuri booty love."
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