Story: Negima C+S

 

It went to show how well prepared Negi was for this little exercise. Each of the teams had their own room to head into, so they could dress up and rehearse and generally get ready. Akira, Yuna and Ako were in one of those rooms right now, and two of those three were nervous as hell.

They didn't like this. Ako was blatantly corrupted. Was she going to do something to corrupt them, right here and right now? If so, would they even know how to stop it? Or would it simply... happen? And leave them powerless to stop it?

"Alright girls!" Ako chirped, clapping her hands. "Who wants to be the alien?"

"I'll do it," Yuna volunteered. Akira grabbed her wrist out of concern, but Yuna shook her head - it would be fine. It would be perfectly fine. "So, what are we thinking here? Pointy ears, what?"

"Mmm, no prosthetics for ears..." Ako rolled on her heels. "But there is this body paint."

Body paint. Body paint. The two of them stared at it, knowing what it meant. Body paint. For the body. Paint. You put on the body. All over the body. Goodness there was a lot of it there.

"Apparently this stuff is breathable," Ako said. She opened it up. "Doesn't smell or anything. Should wash off with soap. Um... While I check out the rest of the costumes, Akira, could you maybe rub Yuna down with this stuff?"

She passed it off to the two of them, and looked around at the costumes, humming quietly to herself, while the two of them stared at the body paint, the paint for the body, the paint expressly meant to be smeared all over the body, the stuff intended to add a temporary discolouration to the body via application of a paint like substance.

The two of them let loose an audible gulp. Right before Akira noticed a problem.

"Hey... there's no brush here...?" she said.

"Oh, it's fine, it's fine!" Ako said, not paying them any mind. "Just use your hands."

Just use your hands, she says. The word 'just' didn't feel like it belonged there. The two of them looked to one another. Then at the table which had, upon entry to the room, been conspicuously covered with a plastic tarp of the paint proof variety.

"I could just lie in it and roll around," Yuna offered. Then grabbed her head and winced in pain.

"No, that wouldn't get it everywhere," Akira whispered, then glimpsed towards Ako. "Then she'd insist on making sure the job was done properly. You get me?"

Right. Got it. Letting her put her hands on them would not be a good idea. Who knows what she might do to them? Of course, the possibility of saying 'hey let's do this without the body paint' simply did not occur to them.

"Oh, just a thought!" Ako chirped while poking around in some boxes. "You wouldn't want to get your uniform stained, so you should probably take your clothes off too!"

Ah. There was a sense to that. After all, if her clothes got stained, she'd have to go back to the dorm. Change her clothes. Meaning she'd be easy pickings to some other pervert. 

Which meant they had no other option but to play along. Author's note: They had several options other than playing along.

Thus, Yuna stripped out of her clothes, feeling really, really good as she did so. Let them hang up on the conveniently placed hangers, while Akira did the same nearby. Following this, Yuna lay face down on the table and waited for the inevitable to begin.

Nothing could have prepared her for what it would feel like when the whole thing actually started. The paint was not as cold as she'd been expecting. It soaked into her skin, giving it a temporary stain, but the feelings being induced within her right now would never, ever leave her.

Akira was having much the same problem, just from the other end. She hadn't expected it to feel so good to run her hands up the back of her friend's legs. She squirmed in place as she did it, taking deep breaths before resuming.

"You girls okay?" Ako innocently chirped, making the two of them jump nearly out of their skins.

"W-We're fine!"

"Yeah, we're fine!"

Which of them said which? Hardly matters. If you asked them, they'd hardly be able to remember. Their minds were focused on the contact between the two of them. Akira, with her hands at around about the back of Yuna's knees by this point. Gliding up, and up, and - 

<i>Hey!</i> went a voice inside Akira's head. <i>So, you do realise you're gonna have to slather this stuff on her butt, right?</i>

Akira blinked and tried to process the thought. Um? No? Why? I mean, she'd be wearing underwear, right? Nobody would be able to see. Except, Ako was over there looking at swimsuit. Nothing too showy, nothing flashy, but...

But after a fashion, it is similar to the coastline paradox. What's that? The coastline paradox refers to the counterintuitive idea that the measured length of a coastline increases as you use smaller and smaller measuring units. Because coastlines are irregular, smaller measuring units capture more detail—more nooks and crannies—making the total length grow indefinitely.

In this case, the similarity is put like this. They'd have to make sure the line between body paint and regular skin tone wasn't noticeable right? But any movement from a swimsuit might reveal the wrong thing! Now, Akira obviously didn't want to put her hands directly on her friend's butt. Despite, you know, that it was a really fine butt... But! But!

But if she moved wrong and people saw the line then it would break parsimony. It would shatter the suspension of disbelief like glass. That simply wouldn't do at all. Right? Therefore she absolutely had no choice, absolutely none at all, but to smear that blue paint allllll over Yuna's glutes.

Which she did. Right there. Right then - and holy fuck did it feel great.

The flesh was warm, springy, and smooth. Akira could really feel the muscle in there, you know? Gosh, such a potent butt. Ah! But she was wriggling around quite a bit here, which was making it hard for her to really get a good feel for it - 

"Ooooh, come on, there c-can't be any blank spots, can there?" Yuna squeaked out. Akira blinked slowly. Stared down at Yuna's fine, fine blue ass. Then remembered what she was originally doing.

"Aha, right, sorry!" Akira gulped. "Um, I'm going to do your back next."

Oh, but she hadn't had enough of that butt. Actually, it kinda hurt a little bit <i>not</i> squeezing it, but had felt absolutely amazing when she was - 

Wait a minute. Wait just a minute, here! A thought came to her out of nowhere. Anyone else might have panicked a bit, but Akira simply swallowed it, and asked the question on her mind.

"Say, Yuna?" Akira asked. "When I was... slathering the blue paint on your hot ass, did it feel... Really good? Then, did it feel bad when you asked me to stop?"

"Huh?" Yuna grunted. "W-Wait, yeah, now that you mention it - "

"Oh, gosh, you figured it out," Ako said, rolling on her heels. "Sorry girls, you already lost. Zazie was on our side from the start, and she hit you all with the spell last night."

Z-Zazie had betrayed them?! Oh no! This was bad, it was really, really bad!

"Darn, looks like I owe Chao some money," Ako sighed, checking the time on her wrist. "You see, we had a bet going on how long it would take you guys to work it out. Not that it matters right now. Since you're already under the spell, it's far too late to do anything about it."

"Says you!" Yuna yelped, sitting up - and then almost immediately toppling over again. "Oooh, that headache, where did that come from?"

"If you do something pervy, it feels good!" Ako said, plain as day. "But if you do something not-pervy, it feels really bad! Knowing that won't help you much though, especially with me here. Egging you on. Encouraging you to continue putting on that body paint, continue corrupting each other. By the time you leave this room, you'll be on our side!"