Monday, 5 July 2021

Story: UY Destiny Temps

 

 Oyuki almost couldn't believe it. Lum, who was always so jealously protective. Benten, who was so rough and tough. Embraced within each other's arms, holding onto one another like a pair of lovers, kissing one another on the lips while watching Oyuki slyly as she slid off her robes. It was quite strange. She'd wanted to do things with Ataru Moroboshi for a while now. This earthling that had captured Lum's interest, she had resolved to uncover why.

Look at him, sitting there. Rubbing his hands with glee. Like a kid in a candy store. He doesn't seem to know what to do with himself. Aside from taking his clothes off. Oh, how interesting. He was... better built than Oyuki was expecting. Though not so well that it would make up for the idea that Lum and Benten were not only alright with sharing him with each other, but also with Oyuki.

Which rekindled her suspicions that there was more to this than met the eye.

"Feeling shy Oyuki?" Ataru asked, sitting there on the mat, naked and very obviously eager. "I mean, you fought so hard for your prize, why not claim it?"

Indeed. Why not? Oyuki delicately sat in his lap, as a lady might sit upon a chair. Normally she did not much care for warmth, but there was something reassuring about the warmth of his body. His skin pressed up against hers. His hands wasted little time in - ah, making a journey across her form, tracing her curves quickly and expertly. He didn't really seem to be focusing on it either, it was as though destiny itself was guiding his hands, telling him what to do, where to touch, building her anticipation until - until!

She shifted her position and lowered herself down onto his member properly, allowing it inside her a little at a time. He allowed her to go at the pace she wanted, a hand on her hip and another at her chin, making her look him in the eyes as she pushed down, down, down. That warmth. It was more intense here, now that it was inside her body.

And then, as if something inside of her snapped, she pushed down to the hilt, and let out a sound that surprised her. She clung to his body, more to brace herself than anything else - at least at first. But that warmth... The two of them began to hump into each other, and Ataru's hands resumed their journey along her body, leaving little trails of that pleasant warmth in their wake.

"Alright, that's enough of a warm up," Ataru said. Huh? Warm up? How appropriate that phrase sounded, but did that mean - ? "You wanted to see what Lum and Benten liked, right?"

Suddenly, she was on her back with Ataru towering over her. Still inside, but now her legs were pushed up, trapped by his arms, and - And he was fucking her now. Before it had been a slow thing, gradual, building up to a climax that she'd never quite reached. Until now. Now, she was - ah!  Melting! Not literally, it wasn't as if she was actually literally made of snow and ice, but - But it felt like she was melting from the sheer forceful power he was putting into his thrusts. To look at him, you wouldn't think him that strong but- Oooh, no wonder Lum and Benten are so open to a relationship!

St-Still, to look at him one couldn't shake the feeling that he was just... letting go. Not thinking about what he was doing. Being guided by an unseen force. A force that was allowing him to please Oyuki to the point where rational thinking would stop for a time, she would become a wild beast, only to then have her thoughts come screaming back to her after she came yet again.

"Kehehe, my harem continues to gro~ow!" Ataru cackled. "This is awesome! Everything's turning up me!"

"Hrmph! Darling!" Lum huffed, clinging onto his arm while Oyuki lay nigh insensate on the mat. "We're not your harem. We're just... fooling around, that's all!"

 Denial was not a nice thing to watch. What else could you call it when he still had his dick inside Oyuki, was making out with Lum, and Benten was all but draping herself over his back? Honestly, this was like a scene from one of Ataru's fantasies, it was plain to see that somehow he was getting exactly what he wanted handed to him on a silver platter.

Right after he and Lum had been working at the Destiny Agency.

Huh. Huh! Wait a minute wasn’t that the place where weird rabbit people watched over possible futures!? Oh. Oh dear. If Ataru had used that to mess around with his own possible future, it would explain how - Nnrgh, fuck, she was still melting! Ah! Ah! If- If he had altered his own future on purpose to make himself a harem, that could be bad. Very bad. They'd notice sooner or later and when they did - When they did! She had to warn him.

Just as soon as she caught her breath. Which might not be any time soon, judging from the way he was still thrusting his hips into her.

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Inaba frowned.

He frowned often, because he was in a fairly high stress job. Big responsibility. What with helping to manage the Planet Earth’s future

The past was already gone, and the present was taking care of itself. The future though, that was a fragile fickle thing. Needed constant monitoring.

Of course, the reason why Inaba was frowning at this particular time wasn't because of the unique stresses of the job.

No it’s because the date he was going to have with Shinobu next week had vanished from the future. Straight up gone. Along with a future random meeting, a future group gathering at Shutaro Mendo’s birthday party, and one future collision while Shinobu was running late to school with toast in her mouth.

That last one would have broken his leg, so it was perhaps a slight relief. But it still meant that there was less Shinobu in his life than he had come to expect. That was... odd. Very odd. Looking further, he could see that his work would send him to America for a while, where he'd meet a random pretty American girl, and he'd have similar interactions with her that he was meant to have with Shinobu. Far away from Japan.

Something had changed the future. But what? He couldn't figure it out. This needed further investigation. If someone - heaven forbid - had tampered with destiny towards their own end, well there would surely be hell to pay for that.

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