Story: UY Splitter

 

Benten was standing in the kitchen making a sandwich. She'd done that before, no duh. The sandwich had been invented in outer space as well, it's not a hard concept to grasp. Put something yummy in between two slices of something filling, but honestly kinda bland, allowing you to have the best of both worlds at the same time. Not a big deal coming up with that, hardly takes a genius.

However, this was the first time she'd made sandwiches for someone else. That was kinda throwing her off a bit. She'd normally slap down any old thing on the bread and call it a day, munching on the thing without a second though. Yet, she had this feeling that Ataru - her Ataru-  wouldn't want it like that. Screwing up her nose, she had half a mind to do just that. If he didn't like it, he could lump it! But... on the other hand, she was starting to feel an itch. One that she'd not had before. Benten tried to ignore it. Tried to tough it out. But it was no good. The more she ignored it, the more insistent it became. 'Don't you wanna get laid?' it whispered in her ear. 'Don't you want him to dick you again, like no other man ever could?'

Benten nodded. Yeah. Yeah, she very much did want that. So much it surprised her. Maybe even scared her a little. Wait? Scared? No way! She was a tough chick! She was.... nrgh! A super tough chick who wasn't scared of anything! Least of all getting so hooked on sex that she became some ditzy housewife instead of the rough and tough fearless tomboy she actually was! Hell! If she wanted to get laid so bad, all she should have to do was walk right up to him, throw him to the ground, mount him and ride him cowgirl style! Slap her own ass, make him grope her tits, gyrate her hips for all they were worth, all the while his hands would delicately trace down her curves, bringing nerves to life that she didn't know existed. Sitting up to plant featherlight kisses on the base of her neck as she - as she fucked him and ground into him and - And was laid back on the floor with him above her, looking into her eyes and holding her hands, slowing down the pace. Making love to her. Making her feel special. Making her feel like she was one of a kind, truly irreplacable in this world. Then at the moment of their mutual release he would kiss her on the lips and pull away only to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, flower petals falling from the ceiling, fireworks going off somewhere nearby.

...

You know, it was probably not a good sign when even in her own sexual fantasies he wound up taking control and making her feel all weak and liking it.

Fine! Fine, fine, fine! Think of this as a contest, then. That's okay, right? That should be perfectly safe for you to think about! You win if you make a sandwich that's perfectly to his liking. Okay! In that case, the prize at the end is getting a righteous dicking. Or being cuddled. Either would be - No, no, aim for the dicking! You're a tough chick! You're the toughtest of chicks! Now prove it by making your man a sammich! Slap some cold meat in between that bread, slice it up into halves- no! Quarters! No! Triangles! Hahahaha! That foolish Darling of hers, sending her off to make him a sandwich! She'd make him the best damn sandwich he'd ever - 

"If you keep staring at it, the bread will go stale," a chipper upbeat voice said behind her. A voice belonging to none other than -Ran! "Teehee, I love your new look Benten, it super suits you!"

"Yeah, well, you can keep your opinions to -" Benten began, whirling around to tell Ran to clear off, but then she trailed off a bit. "Oy, why are you cosplaying as Lum?"

Huh? Cosplaying as Lum? What a strange thing to ask. Whatever might that mean? Could it be the green wig she was wearing? Could it be the tiger print bikini and gogo boots that made her ask? Well, yes, you bleeding idiot! That's exactly what you'd wear if you were going to cosplay as Lum, why do you think she was asking that?!

Ran gave a cutesy twirl around, sorta the same way she would normally act. Weird thing was, there was no sharp blade hidden under that cutesy exterior.That almost seemed... genuine?

"What do you think?" Ran asked, without the slightest trace of bite behind it. "This is my therapist's recommendation."

"You got a therapist?"

"Well, my Ataru," Ran giggled and played with a strand of her hair. "He suggested this while railing me up against that very counter. I should confront my complicated, multilayered feelings for Lum by dressing up like her for a while! Isn't that clever? Isn't that neat? Well, isn't it?!"

There you go, that's the typical Ran, though it was kinda odd. It was almost as though she was only reacting to the idea of someone insulting Ataru rather than her. Which was definitely a change, though not necessarily for the better.

“All the Ataru hanging on me like a leech has done is molest me and have me make him a sandwich.”

"Well, you know what they say, the way to a boy's heart is through his -"

"Dick," Benten interrupted. "His junk, his shaft, his balls, his deep throbbing, satisfying..." Benten trailed off, for some reason she was feeling a mite distracted by something.

“You’re stroking the handle of that bread knife like it’s your Ataru’s thingy.” Ran said, helpfully. "Would you like some help in making him the best sandwich ever? Remember, I made lunches for Rei for quite some ti~ime."

"Yeah, but making food for Rei is like - Is like trying to have sex with Ataru, all you gotta do is show up with the right stuff and he'll turn you into jelly before you know what's even happening, slowly sapping away your toughness until all that's left is a horny, happy, obedient housewife who is perfectly content with the unexpected direction her life has taken."

“That’s not how me and Rei worked at all, and it’s not how me and Darling work. I love him, and he’s great, but sometimes he’s a fucking asshole.” Ran said, somehow saying that sort of language in the same chipper and cutesy tone. She leaned forward, smiling sweetly up at Benten, “Are you sure it’s not that, deep down, you want to be a lovey-dovey housewife to your Darling?”

"Nooo, it's definitely not thaaaat," Benten said, absently twirling a stray strand of hair. "Anyway! You wanna brag about making food? Betcha I can do better!"

"Oh, I see, trying to manipulate me into showing you how it's done by challenging me to a contest," Ran said. "That's so you, Benten! Tell you what, I'll just casually talk out loud about what I would do to make your Darling happy, and you don't have to obey it at all!"

Hrmph! Fine by her! She didn't have to listen to whatever Ran had to say anyhow. It might be a bit entertaining, though, hearing whatever asinine bullshit she wanted to say.

"Obviously, I'd start with the ultimate technique!" Oho? Ultimate Technique? That sounded kinda cool. And strong. Which Benten still was. For sure. "The one, the only... Naked! Apron!"

"Naked apron?" Benten muttered. Aha? Oho! Yes, yes, she could see that?  Wearing nothing but an apron and presenting <s>her Darling</s> that prick a sandwich! Why, he might even find her a more delicious sight than the sandwich, which could easily result in some meat being put in between her buns!

"Next, you cut the sandwiches into heart shapes!" Ran said, producing a large metal thing that she pressed hard onto the very sandwich she had been working on. The hell?!

"Hey, that's leaving a whole lot of waste around the edges!"

"Spoken like a true Earth housewife in training!" Ran sniffed. Then she produced another device. This one looked a lot more advanced, definitely not from Earth. "This gizmo will allow me to reconstitute the 'waste' into an extra heart shaped sandwich! Kukuku! Don't underestimate the power of love!"

And the power of galactic web shopping websites. Benten hadn’t ever thought about that before. But now she was thinking about what sorts of things she’d need to get to take care of Ataru. She’d need all sorts of cooking equipment, cleaning tools, and more to take care of him while he was out work- thanking her for her every action!

"Oh, so this is where you got off to, huh?" Ataru's voice drifted into the room - but Benten could tell right away, this wasn't Her Ataru. This was probably - "Ran, Darling! Were you helping Benten learn how to better satisfy his Ataru? That's a major breakthrough! Such a selfless act, you deserve a reward."

"Tee-hee!" Ran ground her butt up against his crotch. "Darling, you don't need to do that - But if you hurried up and took those damned trousers off - ohhhh!" He stepped a bit to the side and smacked her butt when she started acting up. "Sorry, Darling. I got a bit excited there."

"Oh no, it's not that!" her Ataru whispered. "I was wondering when the two of you were gonna smooch."

"Huh? Ain't said nothing about smooching!" Benten said. "Besides, she'd drain me dry if I -"

"I'm pretty sure your Ataru would love to hear it if he found out you made out..."

Yeah. He would. Wouldn't he? Come to think of it, now that he mentioned it, her Ataru probably would like to see Benten make out with some other chick. He'd watch like a perv and it would get him all hard and - And...

And the notion of doing it for no other reason than arousing him made her kinda wanna try it out. Before she knew what she was doing, Benten was leaning in to smooch Ran right on the lips, knowing that her race's whole deal is their ability to drain a person (or charge them with energy) via a kiss. The first real thought she had was that Ran tasted quite sweet - but then her brain shut down again as the two of them began to deepen that kiss. Deepen it on instinct, pulling each other close. Finding mutual pleasure in the experience - but greater pleasure still from the fact that their Atarus would enjoy watching or hearing about this.

"Hot," Ran's Ataru said. "Ah, you know what, I'll just finish making this sandwich for him, I know just how he likes it. Be sure to serve it to him in a naked apron, though, Benten. Then you'll be sure to get exactly what you want"

She could hardly wait.