Story: It's Fate

 

In case you hadn't noticed, Eito wasn't himself right now. Underneath the nicest person around, there's something like a beast that lurks deep beneath the consideration of others. The part that wants things for itself, damn what anyone else needs. That part is squashed flat by the truly nice people of the world, those with empathy, those who are selfless. The so called meek that would inherit the earth.

Of late he had been sexually tormented in one form or another by each of the girls in the room with him, and at present his libido was let off the chain. Bolstered by the extremely potent pheromones Chise had accidentally doused him with. Grown more potent from his ministrations with her and Koemi, their exertions, their sweat and their toil exacerbating the effect, increasing the potency, magnifying the concentration of it in the air. They were all brought to their knees, brought there by a dizzy spell which was, at least in part, caused by an enormous multiplication of their own sexual attraction to him.

"Get the fuck out of my way he's mine," Yoko said, crawling quickly across the floor towards him. Upon reaching him, Eito stuck his foot right in her face and, without seeming to mean to, she took a big whiff of it like she was taking a hit off a tub of glue. The visceral physical reaction she had was much the same as well.

"Ah, Yoko, you competitive psycho bitch," Eito said, quite unlike him I think you'd agree. "You simply had to be the first to make the play didn't you? Always first place, and fuck every other position."

She was soon joined by Yumako, who grabbed him in a headlock that pushed his head into the side of her breasts. "We gonna wrestle...?" she burbled. "No, wait. I wanna... do something else, but... But what the hell - What's this weird feeling?"

"That feeling, Yumako, is the same feeling you give to everyone that you get touchy-feely with," Eito said, slipping out of her headlock and cupping her cheek. She suddenly seemed much weaker than normal. As though her current state of mind was having an effect on her body. "You've gone through life so... unaware and oblivious of the effect you have on others. Now, that effect is being returned, and you are as lost as those you've inflicted this upon."

"I - I don't like it," Yumako bit her lip. "But, I also really, really like it. W-Why do I feel like -" Eito answered her conflicting feelings by grabbing her ass and pulling her in for a searing kiss that she returned with gusto - before pushing back. "No, you - You're meant to be with Koken!"

"And so I shall," Eito said, turning his head to catch the shortstack on the lips. She returned that kiss with even more enthusiasm than Yumako had hers. The girl stared at her friend with lust and envy mixed together into a soupy emotion that made it impossible to know where one began and the other ended. "Koken, you really are far too cute, but you need to find your voice." His hand went to her breasts, under her shirt, and this caused a small gasp to escape her. She writhed, she wriggled. It was like watching a pressure valve at the moment before it would release. "Say what you feel. Say it loud. Say it without fear."

"You can do it, Koken!" Yumako said, and to reward her Eito squeezed her ass. "G-Go ahead, say it!"

"I - I love yooooou~" Koken sang, and so Eito ran his thumb over her nipple, which caused her to begin shaking and trembling on the spot.

"Good girl," Eito said, genuinely proud of her. "Now, why don't you give Yumako a big french kiss? That will show your gratitude."

The two of them leaned in nice and close, directly in front of him, and did exactly that. Without hesitation, without seeming to even think it was strange. So. Those two were making out in his lap. Yoko was leaving a thin layer of drool over his right foot and sucking on his toes. Koemi and Chise were sixty nining in the corner. That left just one girl left in the room, standing by the doorway squirming and struggling with herself.

"Wh-What have you done to ush?" she slurred. One hand at her breast, the other rubbing around her thighs as if she was barely keeping herself from masturbating right there in front of him. Occasionally her thighs would clench and trap her fingers in between them, which brought out a deep throaty moan. "I f-feel shoooo shtrange!"

"Sato, you're a complete bitch," Eito said. Frank. To the point. And entirely accurate. "You're a bitchy control freak, and the only reason you're not sucking on my toes like Yoko here is your overwhelming, overinflated sense of pride."

"H-how dare you talk to me like that!" Sato spat. Then, a beat of silence... "Say something else."

A truly wicked grin crossed Eito's face. None of his usual warmth, or nervousness. This was his confidence bubbling up. His true thoughts, repressed feelings that weren't right to have. Things he was only able to get away with because right now, none of them were in their rights state of mind. They were all hornier than the running of the bulls, all but seeking an excuse, any excuse, to give in to temptation. Normally none of them would go for this. They'd be disgusted, grossed out, but since they were all in a kind of similar state of mind what else could they do but play along?

"Your need to control others is a major turnoff," Eito said. "You think you could have any boy in school, but the truth is? They're too scared of you. Scared of your little group of gossipmongers and power brokers. The only ones that really like you? Dumb, vacuous, shallow - exactly what you deserve, because that's what you are as well."

The leader of the Golden Salmon stumbled across the room, seeming more outright furious than anything else. "I'll show you who is dumb and - And vacuous, and - And that's your penis. Your big... big, huge, erect, yummy looking -"

Her eyes crossed and she almost seemed to sink down onto his cock, opening her mouth as wide as - well, as wide as a salmon so she could gobble it whole. Gobble it greedily. 

"How does the stereotype go?" Eito grunted, squeezing Yumako's butt and Koken's breast, making both girls squeal in excitement. He shifted his left foot around while Yoko was sucking on the big toe of his right foot, and pressed that left foot up against the nape of her neck. "The girl thinks she can fix the bad boy? Well, maybe this boy thinks he can fix the bad girl! How about that? Maybe I'm the stupid one for thinking that way!"

The five of them toppled onto the bed, which somehow managed to take all of their weight. Clothing was tossed aside, and in all honesty, in the confusion of flesh none of them were even able to keep track of what they had done to one another. Not that it mattered before long. All they cared about before long was the passion, the pleasure, the animalistic drives that turned them into wild beasts, rutting and fucking and becoming thoroughly addicted to one another. Letting loose frustrations that were deeply embedded within their psyche, within their biological needs, as the harder they rutted the more sweat they piled up, and the more sweat scent filled the room the more intense the concentration of pheromones which created a feedback loop of debauchery, debasement and loss of reason - 

Nothing is truly eternal. Even a feedback loop will, in time, hit its limit. And so it was that Eito lay there amidst slumbering female flesh, fully naked, feeling like he'd run a marathon as his common sense slowly yet surely returned to him, and a single thought began to pierce through the veil of lust he'd been indulging in.

What the hell had he just done?