Story: LS Ryuunosuke

 

Alright then. Ryuunosuke was sitting on her own in this spaceship feeling really good about herself. This crow alien lady seemed like she'd be a pretty good role model for learning how to act like a chick. Much better than those other girls she knew, who were starting to behave really weirdly towards her. Kinda reminding her of boys, actually. 

Oof. The part of her soul that was infused with the Lesbian Goddess shard shuddered from the comparison, that was not pleasant at all! Don't think about boys. Don't think about being manly. Think about being a butch lesbian! Whatever that meant! Right!

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Of course, that wasn't how Kurama saw this at all. Not even a little bit. For the Princess of the space Tengu, this was a chance for her to finally get laid! Oh, she could hardly wait for this. The truth was, she was really hard up. Though she was stupid hot, her race had a stupid tradition that kept her stupid hot body from being made stupid by some hot stupid stud. Until now. When Ryuunosuke had woken her up!

"How do I look?" she asked one of her crow servants.

"I mean, it's the same costume you always wear, and you always look good in it," the servant said. Which was true enough. A black leather lace up bustier with a neckline that was more like a navelline, long black boots, a collar and a glove on just one arm.

"No, it's not! Get your eyes checked," Kurama yelled. "See? This collar isn't spiked, and the bustier shows off more of my breasts!"

"Oh, right, your breasts," the servant muttered to itself. "Yes, that's right, you have plenty of mammal traits, which are common across the cosmos, which in turn leads to an errant fascination with your milk dispensers."

Kurama glowered down at the crow. "That better not be a comment about how aliens across science fiction all have suspiciously Earth like traits, mister <i>talking crow</i>. Don't go around hanging lampshades if you don't want them hung on you right back!"

Which, in turn, left the crow servant whimpering as he knew a terrible truth that he couldn't dare bring up. Nonetheless, he found a little bit of courage within his soul, and decided to try spending it.

"By the way, about that Ryuunosuke Fujinami -"

"A real hunk, huh?" Kurama swooned. "Oh, truly the ideal mate! Turns my engine on so much that I don't think anything about that sweet, sexy earthling could possibly turn me off. We're gonna have so. Many. Hatchlings."

Never mind, there was not enough courage in the account to cover this. There really was no alternative here but to use <i>that</i>. In the corner of the room, he could see his fellows wielding the device in question: The gender flip gun. Why did they have that? Well, you know how it is. You go to a yard sale by Pluto, and you see something on sale that's a total bargain. Your wife insists you'll never use it, but you pick it up anyway because it's just so cheap and you never know, she might well be wrong, it'd be better to have it than not. Besides, how much money did she spend on clothes last week? Let him have this one thing, it's not even expensive! This thing could even save them money in the long run, etc.

Anyway, right now Kurama would notice them if they tried to slip into the room Ryuunosuke was waiting in. So he had to distract her for a little while longer! But how? How?!

"Ah, you know miss Kurama, I also hear that earth men like butts for some reason," the crow said. "Perhaps if you were to adjust your bustier to show off more of your behind...?"

"Hrm? You think so?" Kurama twisted and contorted to look at her backside. Thus ensuring that, even though she was mostly looking in the mirror, her own body would block the progress of his fellow crows across the room! "Maybe if I wedge it in like... Nnnrgh, leather makes this rather uncomfortable!"

"I'm sure you will think of something!" the servant said. Come on, come on, get it over with... Turn her into a guy, get the Princess knocked up, then turn her back. Win, win! Nothing could go wrong with that... Right? Right!

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Ryuunosuke was a tough chick, but if there was anything she'd learned from her old man it was this. Do not. Ever. Fuck with someone. Pointing a gun at you. You've already lost the fight at that point. Don't get smart, don't try to disarm them, put your fucking hands up before they fuck you up.

"The hell is this in aid of?" Ryuunosuke asked. She couldn't help herself. It was in her nature to be confrontational with people who were pissing her off, and she was tough enough that having a weird fancy gun aimed right at her didn't scare her. Little did. Instead, it just made her angry. That's the kinda girl she is. You, uh, can kinda see why she was having issues indulging in stereotypically girly behaviour, right?

Instead of wasting time by explaining, the crow servants did the most sensible thing they could do, and pulled the goddamned trigger. A burst of light struck Ryuunosuke, one that would normally completely flip her biological sex from female to male...

Except for the fact she was currently possessed by the shard of a lesbian goddess. Which initially thought very, very mean things about the crows trying to leave her trapped in a male body... Until it got the time to absorb the effect into itself. At which point it began to cackle.

Oh yes, it began to cackle mightily. How fascinating! This was far more efficient than the method it would normally use. To whit- it made Ryuunosuke sneeze when they were done, blasting a sample of that same energy right back at the crow servants - and in the process, transforming them into cute crow girls. Like Kurama, but shortstacks.

"Whew! Achoo!" Ryuunosuke sneezed again. "Uh, is this what you guys were after? Get me sneezing my fool head off -" She stopped cold upon seeing them. "Uh, weren't you birds before?"

Never mind that! The door opened wide, revealing Kurama standing there, a sultry gaze in her eyes. The servants whimpered and backed away - but their mistress had no idea they were even there. Her view was entirely upon Ryuunosuke herself. She stepped into the room, sultry, seductive, deliberately striding forward in a way that drew attention to her curves.

"Now, where were we before that priestess so rudely interrupted...?" Kurama asked.

"You were showing me how talented you were with your tongue," Ryuunosuke answered, his tone far more charming than his words. "Though... Huh, how did we get here again...? I thought Sakura was dragging me off for more training."

"Memory manipulation," Kurama said, stepping right into Ryuunosuke's personal space without missing a beat. "Shall we pick up where we left off?"

"You bet!" Ryuunosuke replied, eager to resume learning how to smooch from a true master of the craft. And so, they did just that. Lips pressed together, greedily exploring one another. Ryuunosuke was paying attention in a more clinical way, letting her subconscious guide her a little, but also trying to mimic Kurama's behaviour...

But hey, the lesbian shard was putting in some work here as well. If Ryuunosuke literally did nothing but stand there like a dead fish, Kurama would still be overwhelmed by its sheer lesbian intensity. The yuri is strong with this one even if she hadn't worked it out yet. Nonetheless, she was about to, because her hands were being quite busy unbuttoning Ryuunosuke's shirt, which soon slid off to the floor, and then she unconsciously tugged at the back of her sarashi, which came off far easier than it should have, which meant -

Boing, boing!

Ryuunosuke's far, far too big to be reasonable chest pushed into Kurama's. Which did cause a very brief moment of confusion for the alien tengu Princess... but only for a moment before <i><b>boing boing boing</b></i> began to overtake her brain, and - 

"Ah, I see, so it feels good when you do this to a chick?" Ryuunosuke said, mimicking Kurama's action in grabbing her breast, squeezing it in just the right spots to completely and irreversibly flip her switch from 'likes boys' to 'really, really, really likes girls to an almost unhealthy degree' for the rest of her life.

Truly, there was nobody on this planet that could be a better candidate to hold the shard of a lesbian goddess than this cute, manly, rough around the edges tomboy, who could get a bunch of girls that knew her true gender absolutely smitten without even trying. How thoroughly dangerous!