Story: UY Side Effects

 

 They say that it is sometimes better to be flexible rather than firm. When something is firm, it will take great effort to break - but break it will once enough force is applied. Something flexible, on the other hand, will twist and bend any which way but is much harder to break. Depending on your circumstance you may want that hardness. To act as a dam, for instance, you would rather that the material be solidly built rather than giving way. But if you want something to simply last, then making it flexible is the better option. Let the elements beat down upon it, let whatever force comes strike at it, that flexible thing will last longer than the hard one.

Ryoko had always thought herself a mixture of the two. Flexible, yet firm. She was now finding that she was less flexible than she had believed. Her mental defenses were worn down, cracked, broken and eventually shattered, leaving her - a proud daughter of the mighty Mendo family - left drooling and horny over Ataru Moroboshi.

Well, why not? A Mendo deserved the very best, did they not? And Ataru was a God of Sex. Yes, that was the ticket. That was how her pride could be saved. He <i>was</i> a God of Sex, and she had simply been... misled. Not mistaken! Never mistaken. The facts had simply not been presented to her correctly, and now that she had the correct perspective she could make the informed rational choice that letting Ataru do whatever he wanted to her, day and night, would result in her being sexually fulfilled in ways that few women could dream of experiencing. In fact, it might be too intense for her to endure by herself, for even a Mendo was merely human. A God of Sex was, inherently, divine and would surely exhaust her alone.

Therefore it was rational that she should allow him to have other women in his harem. Well, perhaps allow was the wrong word here. It wasn't as if she could stop him from bringing in other women if she tried. It would be more accurate to say that... it would not be so much a blow to her pride to have such a thing happen as it would be for someone else. A harem was good. Desirable. This was all completely logically consistent, and made total sense to her. As to the hypnotic potpourri? Obviously, she had reached this state of mind with its assistance, but that made it no less true! A Mendo could not be mistaken, after all, especially after making such a monumental realisation about themselves. Ignore her earlier denial! As stated before, she was not mistaken, merely misinformed. Her eyes had been opened in part through the potpourri, that's all.

Yet... There were several other girls here. Lum, Ran, Shinobu, Ryunosuke. They had not fallen. They had not yet <s>succumbed</s> had this epiphany as she had. This did not sit well with her pride. Ryoko had resisted the advances of the God of Sex and his hypnotic pot pouri for as long as a sentient being could, nobody could do it better! Which meant that they had to fall faster. Harder. Yes, so much faster and harder than she fell. Ryoko had a headstart on them as she had been exposed to this temptation of the God of Sex much earlier (ignoring that Shinobu had known Ataru for years and Lum had met him a few months earlier than Ryoko had)  than they did.

And so, as Ryoko danced she watched the others around her. Three of them were getting into the spirit of things quite well, with only one showing hesitance. Resistance. Not accepting her rightful role in life. That irked Ryoko. It nicked away at her pride, her rational outlook and made it clear what she had to do. Push her. Prod her. Make her shatter like glass.

Ryoko, still sitting in Ataru's lap, squeezed her thighs into his waist and pulled his head down into her bosom while watching Shinobu, partly disrobed, begin to dance like the rest of them. Not quite there yet, but...Yes, this was going to be quite amusing! She could hardly wait for that moment where Shinobu fell, and proved Ryoko right. That if she couldn't resist, then nobody could.

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The relationship between Ataru Moroboshi and Shinobu Miyake was a fairly complicated and yet simple one. They were childhood friends who started to date, then split up when he was too much of a letch and a hot alien girl who went around in a skimpy bikini started hanging off him all the time. So, he was her ex-boyfriend, but they also still hung out quite a bit. Also Lum didn't hate her guts anymore since she lost interest and stopped making a play for him.

Some girls used to ask 'why did you even go out with him?' and would often advise her to 'drop him already, let him hook up with Lum'. She didn't know how to answer. Why would anyone want to date him? Come to it, why did Lum? Today, for reasons beyond her, old feelings flamed back into life. Feelings she'd thought long since extinguished. The fire inside her grew and grew, burning hotter and hotter until it was no longer a spark, but a towering inferno threatening to burn her alive from within. In comparison to her old feelings, this was the sun and before was a lit match.

Before, she'd always sort of enjoyed hanging out with him so long as he wasn't being a blatant pervert. He was funny. Quick witted. Made her laugh. They had generally similar habits and tastes once you got past the skirt chasing. She looked forward to their dates, as she enjoyed spending time with him - so long as he was behaving himself. But today... Today she wanted him in a way that she'd never wanted him before. Carnally. She didn't just want, say, a kiss or to hold his hand or to hug him. She'd been fighting off this idea of having sex with him today, for some reason.

And not doing a great job of it. See the fact that her skirt was on the floor, and she was giving serious consideration to playing 'hide the salami' like Lum was suggesting.

It's okay though. That's normal, right? Lots of girls break up with a boy, then wind up feeling like they miss him later on. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. S-So what if they were all starting to dance around in an alluring sensual manner? That was normal too. Right? It was normal, wasn't it?

"I'm going to get something to drink!" Shinobu suddenly chirped, and quickly left the room, heading into another section of this rather large tent so she could get away. Compose herself a little. She guzzled down a pint of water before she knew what she was doing, then grabbed a handful from the tap and splashed her own face with it, leaning over the sink and taking deep breaths. "I'm okay," she said to herself. "I'm okay! I'm fine!"

"Yes, you most certainly are fine."

Shinobu turned around, and found herself being hugged by Mendo's little sister. Who was currently naked from head to toe. This was normal. Girls hugged all the time, and it didn't mean anything. This was going to be a perfectly ordinary conversation, with nothing strange about it at all.

"By the way, I've been meaning to ask," Ryoko said. Squeezing Shinobu a little tightly. "What, pray tell, is a harem?"

On the one hand, Shinobu went totally still. Rigid as a statue. On the other hand, she started to tremble quite violently. At first merely a little, but before long she was like an active clothes drier on two legs, shaking and trembling under the implications of such a question.

"Wh-Why do you a-a-a-ask?" Shinobu stammered out. A harem. Of course she knew what that was. How did Ryoko not know? Someone as smart and worldly as that! This was a clear and obvious attempt to have fun at Shinobu's expense! That's how the girl normally behaved, after all!

"Well, Lord Moroboshi is always going on about them, and it felt a little silly not knowing what he meant," Ryoko said. "You mentioned the word 'harem' yourself just now, so obviously you must know. Could you tell me, please? In your own words."

"A ha-harem is when a bunch of girls are in a relationship with a single boy - " Shinobu began.

"Oh, you mean hanging out together? Like we're doing today?" Ryoko interrupted. Then she pointedly leaned in and whispered. Keeping her voice weirdly methodical and even. "A harem sounds fun. A harem sounds like lots of fun. So much fun for everyone involved."

Fun... A harem was fun...? Shinobu hadn't thought about it like that. Would it be fun? Maybe it was. They were having fun today, weren't they? Ah, but no! She should clarify that!

"N-No! A harem is more of a sexual thing! Where the girls all drape themselves all over Ataru - I mean, the boy, and cater to his own twisted sexual priorities."

"Ah? That sounds perfectly normal to me though..." Ryoko mused. "Absolutely normal. Nothing wrong with it. A harem is fun. A harem would be lots of fun for all the girls to be a part of. You shouldn't fight it, if you're offered the chance to join a harem. Right, Shinobu? You agree, don't you?"

A harem was normal...? Shinobu was reeling now. Felt dizzy. Giddy, hard to focus. Ryoko was a rich girl, right? She probably interacted with all sorts. Rich rulers of nations, who probably still had harems of their own. To someone like that it might seem quite normal.

"It sounds to me like you want to be part of a harem yourself," Ryoko whispered, her hands now trailing down Shinobu's back. The rich girl started to sway gently, guiding Shinobu's body into a slight dance. Sort of like... A two person lapdance. Shinobu followed along with it. Made no effort to resist. Didn't seem like there was much reason to stop it. "you do, don't you? You want to join a harem. Because a harem is fine too. Yes, a harem is fine too, much like you yourself. A fine specimen of humanity's fairer sex. So very fine and sensual, and beginning to embrace her own sexuality."

"Ah!" that fuzzy feeling was coming back in full force. "Ahhhh! Ooohhh, I don't kn-know about that." But then Ryoko pulled away, leaving Shinobu still dancing, still swaying groggily in place with a strange smile on her face. "I don't think I want to join a harem."

"You don't think?" Ryoko repeated back to her. "You shouldn't think. Stop thinking. Yes, listen to your heart. Listen to your loins. They know what they desire. They know what they crave. Now, come. Let's go back out there and continue to dance for Lord Moroboshi's amusement."

Right... Yeah, let's head back out there. Dance for Lord Moroboshi. Not because a harem was fun (might it be?) or because it was normal (couldn't be?) but because Shinobu herself was having completely and totally normal fun. Dancing with other half naked girls while her ex-boyfriend watched. What could be more normal or fun than that?

A harem might be... Or the seed that Ryoko had planted in her mind, waiting to grow and sprout as she became more and more suggestible, moment to moment.