AtotwSS04 How to make an Okonomiyaki By Jim Robert Bader (Featuring the creations of Rumiko Takahashi and Naoko Takeuchi) HENTAI ALERT: CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES OF TWO WOMEN MAKING PASSIONATE WHOOPIE, ONE SEX-CHANGING IN THE SECOND SECTION INTO A MAN, THUS PROVIDING SOMETHING FOR BOTH YOU SAME-SEX AND HETEROSEXUAL AFFICIONATOS---YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! (Section one, set between Chapters 91 and 92 of my parent series, "A Tale of Two Wallets") Section One. (Rainy Day Friend) It was a rainy day in a certain Middle school as two young teenagers, both recently turned fourteen, took shelter together beneath a canopy-styled awning. The girl, tall and slender, eyed her Bishonen companion and smiled half-shyly towards the figure in the boy's uniform and casually remarked about the romantic setting, and how nice it was for the two of them to be trapped together by the weather. To her surprise her companion winced slightly and glanced away, then in a surprisingly sober voice replied, "Makoto...I...there's something I've been meaning to tell you..." "Oh?" Makoto dared to get her hopes up, that the Boy she was so strongly attracted to might at last be willing to state an open profession of love towards her and put to rest all doubts she had upon that subject. She could literally feel her heart beat quicker as she turned to regard "his" handsome features, wanting to drown herself in those sandalwood eyes that held such deep and complex emotions, and she was a little bit frustrated as Ukyo continued to look away, refusing to meet her earnest expression. "Mako-chan," Ukyo sighed, "I like you...really and truly I do. You've been a good friend to me of late, and I...care about you...I don't want to hurt your feelings." Up until that latter part Makoto had been feeling her hopes soar, but when she heard the part that said, "...hurt your feelings" she had an ominous sense that something terrible was the matter. "Sempai?" she whispered, hoping against hope that he was not about to dump her like the proverbial hot potato. "Mako-chan..." Ukyo began again, "It's really not about you...you're terrific...any guy would be honored to have somebody like you in their life...but...I'm afraid we can't be anything but friends...and I can't give you what you want from me...I'm sorry." Makoto felt as if the world had just turned ice cold as she stared at the boy of her dreams, her universe collapsing around her, nearly as awful as when she had lost both of her parents. Ukyo had been there for her through some very hard times, but now he was ending their relationship, which left her to wonder, "But why...?" "It's not you," Ukyo's voice sounded tight with misery, "It's me, Sugar. I'm not who you think I am...and I want you to know that I never really meant to deceive you." "Deceive me?" Makoto numbly repeated. "Years ago," Ukyo sighed, "When I was just six, I met this...guy...who meant a lot to me...and I liked him so much that I asked my Dad to engage us..." "To...engage...?" Ukyo's thoughts were sent into the tumbler. Ukyo was Gay??? But how...? "It didn't work out," Ukyo continued, "The louse and his old man stole my father's Yatai and left me in the dirt. That was the day my life ended as a woman..." "As a...woman...?" Makoto could not have been hearing those words right. That would mean that...Ukyo? "I swore some day I would have my revenge on him for dumping me," Ukyo turned around and finally met Makoto's shocked expression, "That's why I've been training so hard with my Aunt Yumi, plotting the day when I could exact my vengeance. I gave up on being a woman...no guy would ever even look at me without feeling pity that I was dumped by a fiancée. That's why I dress and act like a boy, Mako-chan, but...I'm not really one...not where it counts. That's why I can't let thing so on any further...it's tearing me up inside. I...I think the world about you, but I...I can't change who I am. I'm sorry." And with that Ukyo turned and walked out of her life, leaving Makoto standing stunned and speechless, utterly bereft of sense and idea of what to make about the situation as her world came crashing down around her head. She watched Ukyo walk out into the rain and out of her life, feeling her blood turn to ice water as tears fell from her eyes, threatening to outpour the rainwater... Over two years had passed since that day but the two young girls had never fully forgotten about each other. No matter where she had gone, Ukyo carried the memory of Makoto in her heart, while Makoto had never been able to fully forget about her Sempai, comparing every boy she met to Ukyo and always finding them coming up wanting. Only now things had changed, and for the most part they had changed for the better. Makoto had blossomed out into a beautiful young woman while Ukyo...Ukyo had remained a Bishonen "boy" in dress and mannerisms in spite of being---in all actuality---a beautiful young girl in her own right. Jusenkyo curse notwithstanding, Ukyo's feelings for Makoto transcended issues of gender, even as Makoto's feelings for her had only intensified with the intervening seasons. The weeks that had passed since their reunion had left them both in no doubt at all that they were meant to be together, and in spite of the professed interest of another rival girl (who shall go nameless for the moment) there was never any real doubt that the two of them were meant to be together. The setting was less than ideal, being in the lower deck cabin of Kodachi's yacht, cruising through the sea of Japan in search of Nabiki, who had been kidnapped by Sky Pirates, and they were not truly alone with others of their party on the deck and locked away in one of the sleeping quarters (they could hear Hinako and Happosai going at it like there was no tomorrow but chose to ignore this minor distraction). Makoto was topless, having just gotten off of communicating with her fellow Senshi back in Japan (and being yelled at by a certain blonde who also professed a strong interest in Makoto), so on the whole conditions were not favorable for a private assignation. But Ukyo and Makoto had been waiting for this moment so long that they were prepared to ignore such minor discomforts and impediments to a properly romantic encounter. In point of fact both girls were feeling very much aroused just being in each other's presence, so when they came together in a clench it felt as if electricity were shooting through both of them, as if this was a moment each was fated to experience and that nothing would get in the way of their expressing their desire to consummate their relationship. It felt so RIGHT to be doing this now that when they fell onto the deck together they paid no heed to the hard wooden floor and concentrated all of their energies upon one another, allowing pent up frustrations to lend the desperate strength of a love denied as Ukyo finally gave herself to Makoto. Until quite recently the young Kuonji had believed herself a fairly typical teenaged girl with fairly ordinary "normal" sexual appetites that only ran towards the male gender. She had buried all memory of her attraction to Makoto and the REAL reason why she had ended their relationship...the sense that she would lose what femininity she had left if she gave into her feelings for another woman. Makoto had made her feel warm and special after a long time of believing that she would never again feel such attraction for another living person. Ukyo's rage at the perceived rejection of Saotome Ranma had totally warped the direction of her young life so that she had been blind to other possibilities and had been too confused to make proper sense of those feelings that Makoto could awaken within her. Only now those feelings came to the surface with no restrictions whatsoever, and Ukyo gave into those feelings with welcome abandon, no longer denying their existence. There was nothing to hold her back this time as her lips responded eagerly to Makoto's equally impassioned kisses, and as they groped on the floor seeking to explore one another in earnest, Ukyo was delighted to discover the well-exposed texture of the taller girl's near-naked body, all too aware of her femininity and openly relishing such exploration. Makoto---in spite of her tomboyish behavior and appearance---had a softness to her skin that belied the hard steel of muscles underneath such attractive padding. Ukyo was very much aware of how well endowed the other girl was as Makoto's fulsome breasts pressed against her shirt, yielding to the touch and yet so firm that Ukyo could sense the extent of her girlfriend's arousal. Makoto, for her part, was relishing the fulfillment of a dream, yielding herself into the warm embrace of her much-beloved "Sempai" while expressing her own long-suppressed desire for her first love in ways that left no doubt of her devotion. Ukyo was responding to her kisses and caresses with a hunger that rivaled her own intense ardor. Physical contact between them aroused such smoldering desires as had been long simmering beneath the surface, and once ignited that desire erupted like an inferno causing pulses to race quicker and breath to grow coarse as the air was filled with soft groans and moaning that would leave no one within earshot in doubt of what was about to happen. Makoto was in heaven from the moment that they had begun their lovemaking odyssey, and it was as much a journey of discovery as it was the meeting and press of flesh between them. Ukyo was very much like a man in some respects, very strong and assertive (independent of her cursed form) yet felt just like a woman in Makoto's arms. It was so nice to be caressed and fondled by slender hands whose lack of experience was more than made up for by the enthusiasm that they displayed as Makoto encouraged Ukyo to indulge freely in just such "exploration." For Ukyo the discovery that holding a woman in her arms could be so nice was matched by the equally welcome discovery of Makoto's ready acceptance and compliance with being caressed in such a personal and intimate manner. Ukyo's hands obeyed a will of their own as they roved over the smooth skin of her all- too-willing girlfriend, caressing the altogether perfect body of the Senshi and feeling the well toned muscle that lurked beneath the outer sheath of ample padding. Ukyo came to the sudden realization that she had wanted to fondle Makoto's large breasts almost from the moment of discovering how large and firm they had become since Middle School. It was the same curiosity and delight that she might feel for the texture of a well-made pair of Okonomiyaki, but it was Makoto to whom these ripe fruit were so firmly attached, and that made playing with these Melons all the more delightful, even as the desire grew within Ukyo to have a little "sample." She was delighted at finding no protest or resistance as she gave into temptation and groped Makoto's huge bosoms like a child discovering a new form of self-indulgence. Meanwhile their lips met in a kiss that carried with it a taste of the sweetness that was to follow. It was amazing how good kissing Makoto was, and how tender was the flesh was that yielded so graciously to the strength of her fingers, mindful not to get too carried away as she knew all too well that improper handling of such fruit would likely bruise Makoto. Almost by chance her fingers blindly found the nipple to each breast and without pausing to think of what she was doing she began to lightly pinch and pulled on that nipple, not hard by any means but using just enough force to stimulate it to erection. The breast itself swelled to life as Makoto's arousal caused her nipples to stiffen like a cock. The feel of it was so nice in Ukyo's hand that she knew that she just had to go farther in this experiment and allowed her mouth to drift down Makoto's neck and shoulder until she wiggled herself into position and could wrap her lips around the now-swollen areola, closing over the breast and applying gentle suction. Makoto's eyes got round as she felt Ukyo's hot mouth begin to suckle from her bosom, a feeling coming over the Senshi that made her squirm with delight, not unlike a cat whose belly was being petted. Makoto made a soft noise of approval and closed her eyes as she gave herself over to the delirious sensation of having her breast in Ukyo's mouth, being drawn in as though a hungry babe were attempting to induce lactation, which in a sense was a good analogy for this particular situation. That Ukyo was doing this for her made these sensations all the more exciting and a thrill traveled the length of Makoto's statuesque body, causing her toes to curl as her mouth formed the shape of an "O" in heartfelt approval. Ukyo was powerfully turned on by the taste of Makoto's nipple between her tongue and lips, and she found her hunger increasing even as tender feelings were aroused from within her. Her friend's bosom was a delight to feast upon as she sucked as much breast-meat as she could between her lips and applied the appropriate amount of suction, even teasing the nipple with her tongue before suckling her again, much to Makoto's obvious approval. This emboldened Ukyo to begin exploring the other breast between her fingers as she gently squeezed and molded that breast as though it were a ripe grapefruit fit for the plucking, and when it seemed the appropriate time for it she transferred her mouth from one juicy nipple to the other and began to suckle Makoto as though she really did expect to draw sustenance from this tasty bosom. Her passions were so aroused that she allowed her hands to rove freely down Makoto's smooth abdomen until she caressed one hip and could slide down a little further. Almost of their own will her fingers found their way to the sensitive plane just above the soft furry mound that was covered by the bottom half of Makoto's bikini, and---electing to bypass this for the moment---moved further down to caress the area between milky thighs, producing in Makoto the most intense groan of arousal as the product of these labors. At last Ukyo could hold off no longer, desire and curiosity getting the better of her nature. She left off her suckling of Makoto's large breasts and drifted down with her lips kissing and caressing their way to that area of her girlfriend's anatomy that most distinctly marked her as a woman. Guided as much by instinct as her own desires she hastily stripped off the bottom of Makoto's suit and uncovered that furry mound that had so recently drawn her interest, feeling her own pelvis growing moist at the mere thought of what she was now contemplating. It was not a thought that formed in her head so much as a clear desire to consummate her growing ardor and desire for Makoto, which included taking an oral inventory of this womanly shape that was yielded up to her with so much generosity and devotion. Makoto's eyes roved down, seeing Ukyo's head move to the lower section of her body as she held her breath in silent expectation. Ukyo's mouth paused on its journey down south to taste and sample every curve and crevice of Makoto's shape that they encountered, and no sooner did Ukyo's lips find their way to this nestled harbor of Makoto's nurturing womanhood then she plunged her tongue into the velvet brown forest to uncover the folds of Makoto's hidden alcove. Ukyo's lips encountered her beloved friend's tender labia as she had the Senshi's other lips and nipples before this, only here there was a powerfully aromatic aroma that graced the Chef's nostrils as she discovered these lips were flowing with sweet nectar, and--using fingers to spread the succulent pink flesh wider-- Ukyo's lips were granted full and un restricted access, confirming her suspicions that the taste would more than meet with her culinary approval. Makoto gave a sharp gasp of amazement as intense feeling that swept up through her body, finding the woman whom she loved was giving loving attention to the most intimate part of her anatomy. Ukyo's tongue stabbed in past sensitive walls that responded to the caress with electricity, encouraging Ukyo to explore even deeper into the canal that was Makoto's vagina. Ukyo flicked her tongue up and down the line that was her girlfriend's slit before at last uncovering the hooded nub of flesh that was Makoto's clit, which same she lavished attention upon as the sounds Makoto made were both ecstatic and approving. Ukyo closed her lips around this nub and suckled it as she had Makoto's nipples before now, producing in the Senshi the most delirious noises of unabashed arousal, causing Makoto to grunt and groan her way towards her first-time ever fem-to-fem climax! Ukyo was delighted when her probing gave way to the fluttering sensations of Makoto's inner walls vibrating to the hum of her impending climax, but the Chef was unprepared to discover the rush of hot fluid that gushed from this hole into her mouth, and in gag reflex she gave back in surprise, only to receive even more of the succulent juice as it sprayed her face with the result of Makoto's free-flowing orgasm. "Whoah," Ukyo expressed aloud, screwing up her eyes as if trying to see the droplets that covered her nose, face, chin and lips. "Are you...all right...?" Makoto gasped between soft moans and gasps as her body went through a series of internal gyrations, filling her mind with sparks and pinwheels. "Uh...yeah...just surprised is all," Ukyo grinned lopsidedly, making a point to lick her lips and finding she liked the flavor of cum even more than okonomiyaki, "I wasn't expecting that to happen." "Learn something new every day, huh?" Makoto grinned like a cat, but the force of her orgasm left her too weak to sit upright, so instead she gasped, "Wow...that was sure something..." "You think so, huh?" Ukyo grinned, her confidence returning, "Then try this..." "Wha...OOHH!" Makoto gasped as Ukyo went down on her once again, this time intending to go all out with her tongue scooping up and licking every drop of nectar that her lips encountered. This renewed onslaught upon her loins sent Makoto over the edge in less than a minute so that she was soon gasping, groaning and crying out aloud in absolute and complete surrender to the moment. Of course this time the electricity was more than metaphorical, not that either girl was paying much attention. So great was the Senshi's state of arousal that she was unconsciously drawing upon the electrical ions in the air and creating a swirling cloud that built up with the intensity of her arousal, and when released discharged into their immediate environment with many thousands of volts of currents. Ukyo, fortunately, was well grounded when this happened but the same could not be said for the yacht, which took the brunt of the charge and channeled it through every conducting piece of metals, nearly shorting out several electrical systems even as the burst caused the engine to briefly falter. "What was that?" came the words from several assorted lips scattered all about the vessel, but fortunately the damage inflicted was only superficial. Makoto and Ukyo hardly paid any attention as they were in their own little world of mutual exploration. Makoto had arched her back as Ukyo continued to employ her lips, tongue and even her teeth to the goal of further pleasuring her lover. Makoto continued to cry and offer up her loins for Ukyo to devour, but at last the Chef had to pause and take a breather, having sent Makoto over the edge two more times (thankfully for the sake of the boat, less explosively than the first two). She could have gone on munching at Makoto's pussy, having discovered a feast for which her hunger was yet unabated. But this point Makoto was far too aroused to lay back and catch her own breath as she had a hunger of her own that needed sating. Ukyo had shown her the way, now she rose up to the task of returning the favor, sitting up so that her mouth could embrace Ukyo's lips and taste the juices still fresh on her tongue, the flavor of her own vibrating pussy, a flavor that inspired a curiosity to know what Ukyo would taste like, to which end the Senshi decided to find an answer. "My turn," she informed the surprised Ukyo, gently pushing her friend down before straddling Ukyo with her larger body. Ukyo was surprised to see Makoto taking the initiative here, but she made no protest when Makoto's lips pressed down against her own and her lands began stripping off what was left of the Chef's own clothing. Makoto went from passive to aggressive as she tore away whatever obstructed her appetites and soon she had bared Ukyo down to the waste and took full advantage of their change of positions. Ukyo discovered what it was like to be on the receiving end of a pair of hands that groped her body possessively and began to cup and mold her (somewhat) smaller breasts (in comparison to Makoto's, that is) between hands that were both soft and strong with a supple cunning that made their very strength delightful and not oppressive. Ukyo was amazed at feeling her own nipples pinched, pulled and prodded, but the sensations this aroused in her made her feel so incredibly feminine that she instantly and unhesitatingly surrendered herself to this caress without reservations or conditions. Makoto was quick to take advantage of her "Sempai's" unconditional surrender, taking charge and possession of the Chef's entirely feminine body to full and delighted effect as she bent her head to begin to paint over Ukyo a trail of hot and delighted kisses whose ultimate goal was never in doubt yet whose every inch of the trail left Ukyo gasping and breathless with anticipation. When Makoto mounted the first of her twin peaks, Ukyo knew with a sense of absolute conviction that this was but the first of several stages that would comprise her eventual conquest to the ample charms of her beloved Makoto. The sensations of pleasure brought about by a warm, soft mouth encircling her pink areola was an extra added feature, one that caused Ukyo to lean back and roll her eyes in response to the ecstasy of the moment. Had anyone at any time before this even implied that Ukyo would willingly and enthusiastically embrace another woman this way Ukyo would have called them flat-out crazy, that she would be on the receiving end of a wonderful girl like Makoto was an even more unbelievable concept, yet here Ukyo was succumbing to the glorious revelations that this experience would bring her, and it was not just the teasing, playful way that her beloved flicked her tongue over Ukyo's hot nubs that inspired this conviction. Having her breast meat be suckled upon by the hungry mouth of the other girl set Ukyo's pulse to racing as she arched her back and gave a soft, moaning sigh of approval. That someone, ANYONE would do this with Ukyo's breasts was a stunning epiphany into what it truly meant to be a woman, and the eagerness that Makoto demonstrated in taking first one breast and then the other into her mouth, treating Ukyo to the wonderful sensation of having her womanly parts be lavished with such attention. But it was not enough for either girl, and soon Makoto resumed her travels south, painting kisses over Ukyo's belly, pausing only long enough to yank the other girl's trousers down to expose a pair of shapely legs and the soft brown muff that had lain hidden all this time. Ukyo said nothing as the last articles of her clothing were cast aside, the panties she would no longer need for the duration of this session as Makoto bent down to the task of giving back as good as she had received from Ukyo own lips. The Chef bent her head in the dim light of the cabin as if to question whether Makoto would really do what she now threatened to make happen, but all doubt was cast aside in mere moments as the Senshi buried her face in the cleft between Ukyo's muscular thighs, and then the Chef cried out in shocked amazement, feeling the flick of a tongue stroking the pink petals of unfolding flesh that was exposed to the other girl's tender mercies. And mercy was what Ukyo felt like crying out as Makoto went to work exploring the exterior sheath that beckoned down below. Makoto was like a starving puppy who had discovered a dish of something succulent and inviting, and with totally abandonment she dug her tongue into the moist valley that opened to receive her. Ukyo gasped and groaned as she felt Makoto's tongue stab into her several times before going for broke and plunging in all the way, to swirl around as if probing for Ukyo's depths and almost blinding finding a cluster of nerves that sent the Chef over the edge and caused her mind to momentarily white out as something crashed within her like the surf moving with the tide, and then Ukyo's mind erupted with the explosion of fireworks on a Chinese New Year, and her whole body lurched as she experienced her first truly intense woman-to-woman orgasm, her first orgasm ever as her body clenched and spasmed with love-juices. A hungry, happy sound of Makoto slurping away at the "oyster" that was Ukyo soon filled the air, even as she chef gasped and writhed beneath her. Makoto was enjoying herself way beyond even her immodest expectations. Having Ukyo thrash on the floor with Makoto's tongue lapping away at her sex was the fulfillment of many a wet dream in Makoto's less guarded moments, when she had allowed that aspect of her personality to surface, a side she had not even shared with her fellow Senshi (which no doubt accounted for why she was so surprised to learn that Minako had been thinking of her in just such a manner). Doing this with Ukyo was fun beyond anything else that she could compare it to, so even if she weren't deeply in love with the other girl she would still be having a good time, and grateful for the opportunity to finally have this kind of fulfillment. Some girls might want to wait and save it until they made it to the altar, but Makoto knew life was too precious and brief to waste even a second. Making love was a confirmation that she was still alive, not to mention a heck of a good reason for living! It mattered to her who she did this with, of course, but the fact that it was Ukyo---her first and only real love---was precious beyond all measure. Not to mention the fact that Ukyo's loins tasted so nice, salty sweet yet oddly flavored with a hint of strawberries and pimento. Eating her out was more fun than eating one of Ukyo's special okonomiyaki, and as a gourmet chef of some modest ability, Makoto took pride in having an expert palate and a fine sense of taste that could distinguish from the merely good to the outright delicious, and two thumbs up was what she wanted to rate her lover! Ukyo was in the "clouds and rain" stage of sexual ecstasy as she writhed and groaned in exultation, exhilaration (of all things) at being a woman! She had never previously understood the full advantages of being the sex that she was born with, and such an irony to learn this now at the hands (or lips) of Makoto. More irony still that she now valued her womanhood that much more because of her curse, now fully aware that the differences between men and women did not make one gender superior to the other, and that the differences were things to be celebrated for their own sake, not regretted because of any foolish social conventions. Convention had nothing to do with that she and Makoto were doing at the moment, and the tender exploratory nature of the sex in which they were engaging made that undiscovered territory all the more worthy of venturing further, which was probably why the larger girl decided to up the ante. Using lips and tongue was all very well and nice, but she had other ways of stimulating her Ucchan, and with that thought in mind she brought her fingers into play, intending to give Ukyo a royal creaming that would further insure her hold on the other girl's affections. Ukyo only became aware of this change in strategy when she felt a long, slender digit slide it's way into her nether regions as Makoto dipped her wick into her lover's rectum and slowly moved it around with a gentle wiggle. "Mako-chan...what...?" Ukyo began to squirm under the odd intrusion to a heretofore-untouched region of her anatomy. "Just lay back and let me do my stuff, Sempai," Makoto leered with purely lascivious intentions, "My fingers will do all the walking..." "Ah...!" Ukyo found her hips widening noticeably as she planted her feet upon the deck and pushed off a little, her thigh-muscles clenching a little as she found Makoto's finger twirling around inside her, caressing all sorts of interesting nerve clusters. "You like it?" Makoto asked before burying her mouth back in Ukyo's loins so that both ends of Ukyo's nether regions were being pleasured, a double-pronged attack for which the Chef had no defense and could only surrender to with a heartfelt groan of surprised approval. Makoto's tongue and that finger pleasuring her other opening were enough to send her over the edge within minutes and once again her loins clenched and gushed with a renewed feast for Makoto to slurp down with happy enjoyment, yielding up the nectar as a reward for her "naughty" behavior. Ukyo though--by the time of her third climax--that she would surely pass out from the ecstasy of that follow-up aftershock, but Makoto was far from done with her and now brought her other hand to play, probing with fingers inserted in Ukyo's loins while Makoto's tongue lavished its attention to her clitoris. The utter delight this caused made Ukyo shiver as her mind turned to jello and her body turned into limp tapioca. Far from bringing a close to their sex-feast, Ukyo's appetites were whetted so that a brief pause to catch her breath was followed by her all but pouncing on Makoto and going to town ravishing the larger girl's supple body. Makoto was more than willing to yield after having worked so hard to bring her "Sempai" off four times outstanding. Ukyo knew she was behind and her competitive nature was sparked even as her lust was enflamed and she knew at once that she would visit her wrath upon Makoto until the Senshi surrendered and yielded the bounty of at least three more orgasms! This time Ukyo did not limit herself to groin and breast but took time to pleasure every inch of Makoto's body, lavishing much of her attention on the long legs of her sexual playmate, traversing the ample surface of those well-shaped and supple lower limbs from inner thigh to the back of Makoto's knees, working her way down smooth-shaven calves to licking around Makoto's ankles, the arch of her bare feet, the falls around the base and winding up at long last at the toes, taking them one-by-one between her lips so that Ukyo such suckle those sensitive digits, eliciting from Makoto such pleasurable noises that downed out any heartfelt protests. At long, long last they fell into each others arms, spent and limp and utterly happy, satisfied in every way that their first time together was a qualified success, the first of many such sessions that they hoped would lay in their future. They had tasted the flesh of their bodies and found them good and pure in every respect, even as the nectar of their loins carried with it the savor of a happy hunger that would return in good order and demand full satiation. "Wow," Ukyo exhaled as she stared at the dark ceiling over their heads, "That was really something, Sugar." "You're telling me, Ucchan?" Makoto asked as she caressed one of Ukyo's bared bosoms between her fingers and lazily played with her nipples, "You're incredible, Sempai..." "You ain't so bad yourself, Sugar," Ukyo chuckled as she savored the warmth of their naked bodies pressed together side-by-side, as if the rest of the world (for the moment) had no other meaning, "You really flicked my switch there, Mako-chan...I can't believe I ever resisted doing this with you...I feel like such a jackass..." "Funny," Makoto chuckled, "You don't taste like one." "Flattery will get you somewhere," Ukyo rested her head on the Senshi's shoulder and snuggled in closer, curling one leg to slowly slide it around Makoto's leg so that her bare foot could caress the inner thigh of her lover, "I'd do it all over again...but I think I need to get my strength back first..." "Same here," Makoto sighed happily, "You wore me out like no battle with a Youma ever has..." "Oh, so I'm a Youma now?" Ukyo gently teased her, nibbling on Makoto's earlobe where it was not pierced by one of her star-shaped earrings. "You're not a corpse, that's for sure," Makoto grinned, "But making love to you sure is draining. Give me a half an hour, though, and I'll show you how much I've got left to share with you...Oh, and Sempai?" "Yeah Sugar?" Ukyo sighed, half-asleep already from exhaustion,. "Next time maybe we can do it with you as a guy," Makoto murmured, "Just to see what it's like..." "Could be, Sugar," Ukyo responded as she began to settle into delightful half- slumber, "Could be something...we'll see..." And indeed they would...on their very next session...! Section Two. (Set between Chapters 100 and 101) A fire rose up in Ukyo's now-male breast as he felt the arms of his beloved Makoto go around him and her lips pressed firm against his own. The tall girl bore him back towards the edge of the bed that Ukyo had so briefly shared with Akane, and then the both of them landed on the bed itself with a desire that was heedless of any other thought than consummating their love with all the haste of a pair of love-starved Hentai. The magic pearls at work in both youngsters now resonated in accordance to one another, intensifying the bonds of emotion that already existed between Ukyo and Makoto and insuring that their minds would be filled with no other thought than the fulfillment of their mutual ardor. This time, however, Ukyo was male and would experience the affair in the manner that any man would for the woman he loved and desired to possess. Makoto was all too aware of this singular difference from their first session together and was quick to exploit this difference, knowing just how she intended to take full advantage of Ukyo's anatomical differences, the most distinctive feature of which she hungrily sought out with hands that found their way down to the other youth's trousers. Ukyo was fully aware of what her beloved was intending to do and offered up no resistance as he smiled with curiosity and excitement, eager to see what Makoto would do and how the experience would differ from the last time, having a male member to play with. That difference alone, she thought, might well mean all the difference! It was not that Ukyo was into gender stereotypes, or that she felt bad now about being alternately both a man and a woman, it was that the raw possibilities left open by her switching genders made her curiosity kick into full gear, so she let Makoto do the job of undressing her while she regarded her beloved friend with a hungry eagerness that had little to do with any charm spell. Especially since Makoto seemed to have something at the forefront of her mind that would make his day and thensome! The amorous Senshi pulled down on Ukyo's pants until they were about her ankles, then did the same thing with the Chef's undergarments to reveal the anatomical distinction that most clearly defined Ukyo presently male status. The Chef's eyes widened as he belatedly cottoned on to what his lover was intending, but being male was still such a new experience that he was wholly unprepared for when Makoto's hands reached out to caress his still-soft manhood. The physical contact caught Ukyo off-guard and caused an immediate firming of his male resolve as Makoto began to play with and fondle the dangling male organ until his testicles retracted and the cock-shaft grew hard, arching upward to full erection in an amazingly short interval, and Ukyo rocked back on the balls of his feet, astonished at the sensations that came over him as Makoto continued her awkward hand-stimulations. Of course for Makoto this was only the first step to claiming Ukyo's male organ, and once satisfied that it would remain good and hard for the duration she brought her face up to the ball-end of the shaft and slowly licked it, savoring the feel of tactile contact as though she were savoring an ice-cream cone, only the ball was warm and had a slightly salty flavor. Emboldened by this tentative gesture, Makoto decided to go for broke and began to wrap her mouth around the ball and started to suck on it in earnest. For Ukyo the sensations this caused were literally mind-blowing! He rocked back on his ankles then forward to shift his weight onto the balls of his feet, curling his spine backward in amazement as he felt a part of himself enter Makoto's mouth and remain there for several long instants. A wet-slurping noise accompanied the shudder that came over him as Makoto worked him further past her lips, taking more of the shaft down this time and running her tongue along the bottom, then sliding the cock out once again as if coming up for air, then plunging ahead once again to work even more of the shaft down her gullet until Ukyo felt the tip of his organ slide past the Senshi's tonsils and keep right on going! For Makoto it was not that hard a task to orally stimulate Ukyo's male sex in past lips that were well suited for the task, sliding her male lover in and out of her mouth with a slow and steady rhythm that slowly built in tempo until it had the actions of a piston. Ukyo stared down the length of his chest with rounded eyes as he watched in perverse fascination, seeing a part of himself disappear into her lover as though Makoto were deep-throating a sausage, a very apt analogy, though the Chef hardly viewed this with even a semblance of detachment. It felt so good every time Makoto downed his cock into her velvety mouth, and it was all that he could do to fight to maintain his balance, certain that at any moment he would go weak in the knees and collapse to the floor in amazed appreciation of her first-ever case of oral copulation. Makoto, however, did not intend to let Ukyo cum into her mouth at just this point. She wanted Ukyo to be fully inside her when he climaxed, and so she left off her own experiment in felatio and instead smiled up at Ukyo with a mischievous savor in her eyes that would have looked good and proper for a big cat eyeing its dinner. At Makoto's urging Ukyo was backed away until the back of his knees hit the edge of their bed, and then the transformed Boy fell back in a sprawl upon the bedsheets, giving Makoto a perfect opportunity to pounce and nail her lover to the mattress, sliding her body up against his in the process so that her fulsome breasts would be in easy reach as Ukyo instinctively reached out to steady her body atop him. Makoto smiled as Ukyo's male hands closed upon her bosoms with an automatic squeeze and a fondle. She leered at her beloved as she said, "Why Sempai...are you checking me for freshness?" "Ah...?" Ukyo seemed fairly lost and bewildered as her hands reacted as though they had two minds of their own, retaining their firm grip on Makoto's breasts as Ukyo automatically plied and molded these soft "pillows." Even as she did this Makoto was busy working the shaft of his manhood with her hands so that she could poise it at the gate to her own vulva. She waited until she saw the acknowledgement in Ukyo's eyes of what they each knew was about to happen, and then with a sigh of delight Makoto said, "For you, Sempai...I give you my body." And with that she sat down, working the shaft into her vagina until it slid all of the way and rendered her officially a non-Virgin. Ukyo stared in amazement as they maintained eye contact, then saw Makoto close her eyes with a sigh of real enjoyment. The Senshi arched her back and worked her loins up over his until she could position herself for maximum penetration, impaling herself on his fully erect manhood while Ukyo grunted in heartfelt amazement. "Now you see?" Makoto sighed, "That wasn't so hard, was it?" "Ah...well..." Ukyo smiled lopsidedly, "I'd say that was very hard...very hard indeed..." "Oh yeah!" Makoto cheered enthusiastically, swerving her hips around until she could work the shaft even further into her body, as which point he added, "I'm not complaining...Sugar!" "You'd better not have any complaints," Makoto sighed with delight as she pushed slightly off of the bed, then sat down again with a slight bouncing moment, "Oh yeah...that feels good! Keep it up, Sempai!" "That's the idea, Sugar!" Ukyo declared, now fully into the act as he felt Makoto bob up and down over his manhood, his hands claiming firm position of Makoto's huge breasts and playing with them for all that they were worth, to which Ukyo cheerfully called out, "Ride 'em Makoto---Whee!" "That's my line," Makoto grinned, throwing back her head as she enjoyed bucking on Ukyo like the proverbial bronco. Never before had Ukyo come as close to understanding what it truly felt like to be a man, to discover in himself those urges that made boys act the way they did around attractive women. Until that moment he had always supposed that most boys were hormonally crazed lechers, like Happosai only to one lesser extreme or another. Having discovered what it felt like to be driven by needs far too primal to be understood on an intellectual level he now fully comprehended why men were willing to do anything to be joined in sexual congress with women. It differed greatly from when he had done this as a woman but was no less intense a feeling, simply a need to join and copulate as the physical expression of his desires, his emotional needs having more to do with affirming their union in such a way that would leave no doubt in either mind that Ukyo and Makoto belonged together, and that having her this way was the purest expression of his ardor, giving to the Senshi as much as he received from her in symbiotic union. Besides which this was an incredibly fun thing to do, and made sweeter by the fact that Makoto wanted this every bit as much as Ukyo, the sort of love each had imagined as their first time with a member of the opposite gender, only now Ukyo was playing the man in earnest, having finally obtained the right equipment to fulfill Makoto in a more-or-less conventional (and heterosexual) manner. Ukyo arched his back as he savored the incredible joy of having his lover sliding up and down a part of himself that was hardened like a fist and well- lubricated with their commingling juices. The sight of Makoto's face alight with the joy of their copulation filled Ukyo with such overwhelming feelings of love and tenderness joined at the hip with carnal lust and desire, and it gave him further insight into what it truly meant to be a man in this type of situation. Having his thing inside of Makoto was a wonderful sensation beyond description, and she relished the joy that was filling her own bosom with such all-consuming need to be joined like this forever, to be a part of Makoto as one flesh and one body, two halves of the same whole with little distinction where one began and the other one met their limits. Besides which the feeling of Makoto's swelling breasts in her hands, the sliding of his sex being engorged by the love-canal of the Senshi, made Ukyo burst inside with the delight of an entirely male orgasm, and with wondrous realization he felt himself erupt inside of Makoto, shooting her full of his male seed like a geyser at a hot spring. Makoto reacted to the spurt of his jism by clamping herself down and wiggling over his manhood as if to suck in every inch he had to offer. She cried out a moment later as her own orgasm caused her mind to briefly fill with the proverbial fireworks, exploding rockets and firecrackers complete with spiraling pinwheels! Ukyo groaned as Makoto briefly drooped her head and gasped, mewing sweet noises of delight as she rode the horn of his love for her, allowing her body to sag as consummation of their mutual desire gave them pause to catch their expended breath. Their eyes sought each other out and embraced with a warmth and longing that was sweet and utterly fulfilling, but then Makoto felt her strength return, and with it her desire to claim the boy as her own, to make Ukyo a man entirely for the brief duration of their glorious time together. "My turn," she smiled, rolling Ukyo over so that the half-exhausted chef found herself straddling atop Makoto's body, and then the Senshi wrapped her long and shapely legs around Ukyo's waist and hooked her ankles together, effectively trapping the Chef within their encircling embrace. As Ukyo's limp manhood was still nestled in the warm and inviting harbor of Makoto's love-harbor he had no trouble at all springing back to life as he contemplated the gorgeous woman beneath him and realized emphatically that he was far from done in this matter. Rocking back and forth gently he pressed his suit in and out of his lover, and Makoto gave him a look of absolute adoration as she used her legs to encourage this endeavor. As Ukyo grew bolder in his efforts he found his way clearly paved and well lubricated as the Senshi yielded her body to the probing of her depths. A soft groan escaped from Makoto as a heartfelt groan became its answer from Ukyo, and together they shared a series of progressively more intensive sounds of building intensity. When the climax came it was literally the pounding of the surf crashing against the coral of the shoreline. With a release of his cum that was almost a surrender he filled Makoto with his love and she gratefully received him. Ukyo felt his strength begin to wane again, but rather than fight it this time he allowed himself to sink into the gracious pillow of his lover's arms, kissing Makoto lips as she welcome him with arms as strong as they were soft as satin. One kiss led to another, and soon Ukyo was painting Makoto's face with his lips, gently moving down to caress her cheeks and throat, and from there travel down again the well familiar road to Makoto's generous bosoms. "Sempai..." Makoto gasped as she arched her back when Ukyo's hands molded her flesh and brought his chest within reach of the hungry lips of her male lover. Ukyo know a hunger to taste those bosoms and draw them into his mouth for a gentle suckle, and he devoted himself to pleasuring Makoto in such a manner that the Senshi was soon gasping his name aloud with greater urgency, yearning to have him inside her once more as soon as his strength could return and his loins could rally to mount her. "Mako-chan," Ukyo softly murmured as he brought his mouth down the silken path of his lover's washboard smooth tummy, placing a hand over her sex to begin to play with her there, stroking Makoto's velvet lips and clitoris so that the petals unfolded once again and could present his lips with her tasty love oyster. When Ukyo plunged his tongue into that nectar it was as though heaven itself had offered up its bounty and Makoto arched her legs and used her feet to prop herself up off of the bed so that her lover would have a generous sample of her wares, and Ukyo eagerly dove into that cleft to lap away like a puppy drinking in the cream of a Senshi. It was a heavenly delight and to Ukyo it tasted like ambrosia as she reveled in its sweetness. "Sempai!" Makoto cried out as she climaxed, once more giving of her fluids as Ukyo made love to her sex and gave her ample reason to celebrate this consummation. Makoto was now Ukyo's to have as he wanted and for as long as he desired, just as Ukyo now belonged to the Senshi in either of his genders, paying worshipful respect at the gates of her ultimate pleasure even as he ravaged her with tongue, lips and fingers. It was plunder of a different sort as Ukyo took what she desired and gave back in equal measure. Though born a woman---and now grateful for this as her true gender and not something to be regretted---Ukyo discovered that playing the man and being one were radically different concepts, yet grateful for his "curse" that allowed him to be with Makoto in either manner. His beloved readily accepted him in either form, and now they knew beyond question that a relationship could be both satisfying and fulfilling. They also knew that this would be far from the one and only time that they would do this as a man and a woman, but it no longer mattered which sex they were so long as they were together. A union of souls, two parts that were made one, and joyous beyond all expectations though they knew many struggles and conflicts would yet remain to be resolved in their immediate future. That future was looking rather bright overall and now they could learn to love and be themselves without pretence or dissembly. Their love would endure the test of time and ultimately yield fruit as they lay their foundations for a bright and promising future. Of course neither one could know at that moment that one great challenge yet remained, an obstacle by the name of Tendo Akane, whose desire for Ukyo would have its own consequences in the not-too-distant future... Session Three. (Set during the Pangean adventure that takes place midway during Chapter 101) Akane did not question the sudden urgency of her arousal, nor why it should take hold of her while she and Ukyo were trapped in an elevator mid-way to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Ukyo herself did not understand why she was suddenly being backed into a corner by an Akane who had seemingly lost all restraint to her actions. All she knew was that one moment she was attempting to figure out how they could get out of their predicament when all at once Akane was all over her, pushing Ukyo back to one corner of the booth and pressing her body up against the much-surprised chef as Ukyo found that she could not escape from the winged woman, Akane's ardor having risen to levels never previously experienced as if maddened with lust for a certain cross-dresser. And off to one side, unseen by anyone due to her spells of concealment, Peorth smiled in triumph, having finally succeeded in arranging matters to her liking. Her previous attempts had not turned out quite as anticipated but this time she intended to see that these two hit it off without any outside interference. "Now let us see you worm your way out of that, ma Cheri," the Rose Goddess murmured, pausing as she did so to listen just in case there was some annoying thunderclap heard in the distance. Of course the Goddess was above such petty concerns as playing the voyeur. She was merely behaving like a concerned parent looking to the interests of her beloved spiritual daughter, the nearest that she had ever come to having one born of her flesh like regular daughters. Akane was the child of her heart whose happiness was all-important to Peorth's view of certain matters. She knew what Akane yearned for, how much she desired the Chef and how integral this was to her self-conception as a woman. Peorth was determined to fulfill her "daughter's" longings, and what Akane wanted most of all was for Ukyo to return her ardor. What Akane wanted and needed was the thing Peorth would grant her, and all that remained to be determined was whether or not Ukyo could feel the same way towards her, and if not, then Peorth would set about seeking to "persuade" her that this was the path of least resistance. At the same time this was happening, of course, Peorth had arranged for Makoto to be "detained" elsewhere, and thus she expected little in the way of interference, though it never paid to get too cocky. For her part Ukyo was amazed upon discovering that Akane's nearness was tantalizing her with the perfume of the youngest Tendo daughter's spun-honey aroma and she found that it was becoming harder to think rationally the longer the time she spent sniffing the aroma of Akane's body. When Akane's lips pressed against her own it set something off inside of Ukyo that banished all her doubts and left the Chef with the clear understanding that she needed to fulfill the wants and expectations of her cuddlesome companion. A last lingering thought of Makoto tried valiantly to beat its way through to the surface but with the charms placed upon the duo it had little enough effect and was quite easily consigned to the shadows of her unconscious awareness. A part of Ukyo trembled inside for it surely knew that there would be...consequences for this loss of resolve on her part, but the part that took center stage was the primal part of Ukyo's being that had long been attracted to Akane, that had been drawn to the other girl's side almost from the instant of their first meeting and which now claimed the mantelpiece of Ukyo's self- awareness. This part was the sexual being within Ukyo that---either as guy or girl---would always yield to temptation. The rest, as they way, was a simple matter of biology as Ukyo felt herself be denuded by Akane, who parted the buttons on the Okonomiyaki chef's shirt and yanked down her trousers, revealing the undergarments that Ukyo wore and disposing of them with great alacrity so that nothing could obstruct Akane from laying her hands upon the other girl's strong and supple body. For Ukyo it was an amazing thing to be attacked so boldly and in such a manner by the usually shy and demure Akane. The youngest Tendo sister was like a bitch in heat as she stroked and fondled Ukyo's body, caressing her breasts even as she pressed her own body up against Ukyo's and used her wings as a kind of blanket to provide the both of them shelter. Being ravished by an Angel was certainly a new experience in Ukyo's event-filled books, but given that it was Akane who had Ukyo backed up against one corner of the elevator it felt as though something were coming to life between the both of them. Ukyo rolled back her head and leaned into the wall even as she felt those sensitive lips kissing and caressing her form, playing with soft flesh and sensitive nerve endings, stroking a fire of lust and passion that grew with such intensity that before too long the chef was eagerly receiving those caresses. Her conscious mind went numb as the animal side in her nature took over, and it was with this part of her nature that she began to react to Akane's advances, to yield to the other girl back some portion of the Angel girl's ardor. For Akane it was a most amazing thing, as if some creature that had long dwelt within her was awaken from its long, intense slumber. All of her life she had struggled with being a "Good Girl," at repressing her urges and denying her feelings when they would have strayed into "forbidden" territory. All the doubt and disgust with her own nature was forgotten as another Akane rose forth like a phoenix from the ashes, an Akane who knew what she wanted and knew instinctively how to get it. This Akane knew what it was right to have her way with Ukyo, that it was RIGHT for her to desire another woman's body and to consummate that desire with an almost mannish aggression. It was as if a portion of her mind that had always been sleeping and dormant came to life and discovered the power that was inherent in sharing these affections with another member of the same sex, and as such the animal-like lust that came to the fore banished the "Nice- girl" Akane persona after exposing for a lie the faux sham pretence that underlay it. Not that Akane lost all thought and awareness of the needs of the other girl...OH NO! Far to the contrary, it was exactly the fact that Ukyo seemed to be responding to her advances that emboldened Akane to ply with gentle hands and soft, loving embraces, unhurried and yet quite eager to get down to the nitty- gritty. What had always felt so WRONG with a guy now felt right with Ukyo, and so Akane did what came natural and made love to the other girl, truly giving her own love a physical manifestation. Visions of Ukyo floated through Akane's mind from the first fateful encounter where a confusion of gender made Ukyo seem like an "acceptable" partner. Thought of Ukyo in various guises filled Akane's mind with an awareness of the Chef's kindness, strength and compassion. When discovering Ukyo's true sex it had seemed as if Akane had been cruelly tricked by both Ukyo and Fate, but learning that Ukyo had deliberately cursed herself on Akane's behalf had done a great deal to redeem the Chef in Akane's eyes, and now she wanted Ukyo with the whole of her being, and was ready to claim her with no thought at all that she was devoting herself to loving another woman. So when her small, well-callused hands began to explore the other girl she found herself guided as if by instinct to touching those parts of Ukyo's body that only a woman could know, even when with another woman. The kisses she gently rained upon Ukyo made her all the more aware of the delicate flavor of the chef's lean and well-sculpted body, a salty flavor that her tongue made sport with, giving Ukyo such a thrill even as she could hear the Chef's heart beating faster as her own pulse was racing and the two of them became as one in flesh and body. For Ukyo it was a most amazing thing to discover this side of Akane's passionate nature, a side that had never before seen the light of day even though this was actually the second time that Akane had made love to another woman (the first time being with Minako, which Akane had subsequently forgotten). It was a very different sensation from being with Makoto, and yet no less intense and thrilling. Akane seemed to know instinctively where to go in order to spark a response in Ukyo's nerve endings as she Chef pressed her back against the wall and gripped the rail tightly for balance, her legs instinctively widening long before Akane slid down to her knees and pressed her face between those silken thighs. It was with clenched breath and a sense of tingling expectation that Ukyo awaited the inevitable plunge, the moment when Akane first tentatively and hesitantly pressed her sensitive lips up to the sex of Ukyo and gently teased the chef down there, coaxing her labia to unfold so that the pointy nub of her clitoris would be exposed to Akane's eager inspection. What followed was Ukyo crying out in wonder and disbelief as her groin was gently savaged by the dark haired winged girl, Ukyo lifting one leg to perch a foot on the railing for added balance, her other leg bearing the rest of her weight even as her knees started to buckle with electric jolts running up and down the length of her body. Akane's tongue explored her nub and the canal that beckoned to her until at last she could hold back no more and began to plunge it in with earnest desire, tasting deep and rich of Ukyo's nectar. The Chef could not restrain the groan that filled the compartment as she gave out a liquid sigh and felt her body climax to Akane's loving persuasion. A hungry slurping noise filled the air as Akane at long last had her ambrosia and claimed a part of Ukyo for herself. It was all that either of them had longed for in the silence of their hearts and it filled Ukyo with such tenderness and regard for her beloved friend that that yearned for the chance to return the "flavor." That chance came when Akane eased back and allowed the near-nerveless Ukyo to temple into her arms as they both fell back upon the floor of the elevator compartment. Akane found her wings provided a brief cushion as Ukyo wound up on top of her, straddling her with the larger girl's limp body. Unfortunately those wings also trapped Akane on the floor as she found it difficult to sit up turned upside down, a victim of her odd anatomical construction. Like a duck on its back she tried to free herself to no avail, but the motions of her body were such that they stirred Ukyo from the drowsy languor that the Chef had fallen into, reminding her that there was a desirable young girl laying directly beneath her, and with bare breasts touching to invite such further contact. "Akane-chan," Ukyo murmured before bending her lips to the task of kissing her newly claimed lover, then caressing Akane's face as she planted yet more kisses over her cheek and neck while their bodies ground together and their bellies made even firmer contact. Peorth, who had been observing all this from a place of concealment, was fanning herself furiously with a Japanese hand-fan while loosening the collar of her outfit. These two were certainly going at it hot and heavy, and with such an intense display of mutual affection and desire that it made the goddess wonder why she had ever had to resort to magic in the first place. A little nudge in the right direction was all it took to get these two started, and now look at them go at it like a pair of wildcats in heat! Once those tawdry distractions of conscious denial were stripped away what was left was sheer animal magnetism, the kind of emotion that Peorth had suspected all along existed just simmering beneath the surface. She idly wondered what Urd was doing at that moment, and just how Peorth might ply on her fellow Goddess to suggest a little creative...diversion. Failing that there was always Keiichi, whom she would dearly love to have fired up in such a manner were the boy not so pure of heart that he was virtually immune to such manipulations. Keiichi had definitely run her chimes of late, though the oddest thing was that Peorth was now thinking similar thoughts about Belldandy...and what fun there could be found if she could talk the pair of them into a little threesome... She squirmed a little as she thought about Belldandy...whom for many years Peorth had resented over a regrettable misunderstanding. Belldandy had once acted in such a way that Peorth had construed something entirely incorrect and unflattering about her fellow goddess, who had until then been her best friend and bosom childhood companion. Upon discovering the colossal mistake Peorth had made all of those years ago she now felt chagrined whenever she was around Belldandy, who had never nursed similar such negative feelings in her regard. Peorth did not know how she could ever make it up to her old friend for thinking such unfair things about her...though at the moment an idea was starting to suggest itself, one that could well count as an "apology" fervently delivered upon the Goddess's doorstep, sighed, sealed and delivered in such a way that even Kami-sama could hardly fault the Rose Goddess... Meanwhile Ukyo was traversing the line down Akane's eager body, taking time to explore the usual scenic routes while enjoying the areas in between, much to the other girl's considerable approval and amusement. Akane's breasts were not as large as Ukyo's own but they were a lot firmer and easily aroused, and certainly a delight to taste as the Chef briefly suckled on their nubs, sampling one rounded nipple before going on to suckle on the other. And of course her hands were hardly idle during all of this, giving Akane plenty to be thankful about as the Chef worked her over like a well-blended batch of Okonomiyaki. In time Ukyo made her way down to the Angel girl's groin but chose to by-pass the nest at the center of Akane's pleasures, taking time to travel down each leg and play with the nerves of her inner-thighs, the back of her knees and the bottoms of both of Akane's bare feet, working with fingers, lips and tongue to give every inch of the other girl her full and undivided attention. By the end of this odyssey Akane was reduced to a quivering mass of groans, cries, moans and pleading murmurs, all of which encouraged Ukyo to finally give in to the urge to taste of the loins of her gentle lover, pressing lips to groin and teasing those lower lips to unfold and reveal their petal-like nectar. What followed next were the sounds of Ukyo happily munching away with messy slurps and a gorging of her appetites while Peorth looked on with increasing uneasiness, the Goddess all but squirming with a need for some relief, so turned on was she from just watching these two go at it! But time enough for allowing her spiritual daughter to have her fun indulging her hidden nature. Time enough to get serious about this business of bringing the two teenagers even closer to together in the bonds of sexual coitus, so Peorth murmured a brief spell and summoned a cold tea-kettle, murmured a few more words to insure that its contents were not too cold then aiming the brew for the exposed backside of the Okonomiyaki chef. Ukyo was too far gone into her lusts to notice when the change came over her, reverting her from female to male in mere seconds, but a part of HIM very much became aware of the transformation and wasted no time growing hard and stiff as it projected downward, its throbbing member far more engorged than any mere clitoris. Akane was barely aware of the change when Ukyo suddenly broke off from cunnalingus to slide her body up the length of the helpless Angel girl...a body that somehow felt harder and leaner than before, and without the firm softness of two breasts, which themselves had mysteriously become pectorals. Ukyo was barely aware of what he was doing when he brought his loins up to the gate of Akane's well-lubricated sex, but Akane became aware an instant later as he entered her without the slightest resistance. "Oh!" Akane gasped as she reflexively opened her eyes and saw the incredibly GORGEOUS Bishonen man hovering over her, which prompted her to say, "Ucchan?" "Akane," Ukyo said as he flexed the muscles of his abdomen and hips to push his manhood even farther into the dark haired girl beneath him, mounting Akane all the way as the latter gasped a bit and then widened her hips to receive him. "Ucchan..." somehow the sight of a MALE Ukyo was a bit of a let-down, even a disappointment, though a brief one at that as Akane still recognized the boy as unmistakably HER Ucchan and began to move her hips accordingly, encouraging Ukyo to begin moving in turn with his own hips, bringing his organ into play for full penetration, then sliding it back and forth once again, gradually building up in tempo as he got down to some serious and earnest Male-to-Female coitus. "Oh my," Peorth murmured from her concealing perch, almost ready to fall into full view as she stared with rounded eyes at her own handiwork, amazed at the sight of the transformed girl-turned-guy slowly entering and exiting her daughter, increasing his momentum so that each thrust became better timed and more possessive while Akane did her best to wrap her short legs around his body and encourage him to go forward, closing her eyes as she imagined the female Ukyo with a male phallus within her and satisfying herself that this was truly what she had wanted from their very first meeting. This was definitely even better than what Peorth had been hoping to achieve, and if anything it was a bit too much of a sweet deal as it was now affecting even her like a Lust spell, and the desire to find some relief from SOMEWHERE was becoming overwhelming! Though it had taken some ingenuity on her part to bring these two together, once started on the path they needed no further instruction and were quite willing and eager to screw each other senseless! "Mother?" a voice asked from somewhere off to Peorth's left. "Eh?" the Goddess whirled around, and now she almost did fall from her perch, for there was Nabiki standing poised on a rafter looking at her with arms folded over her chest, a scowl turned firmly in Peorth's direction. "Mother," Nabiki repeated again, "What are you up to...?" "Ah..." Peorth could almost hear Urd's sardonic lilt as the Goddess would later taunt her with the words, "Busted!" in regards to this awkward situation. "Er...Nabiki..." Peorth tried again. "What the hell are you doing, dare I ask?" her mortal child inquired, flicking a glance towards the glass-walled booth that was the elevator, in which Ukyo and Akane could be plainly seen going at it hot and heavy. "Well..." Peorth replied sheepishly, "Have you ever heard the term, "When in Paris," ma Cheri?" "Unfortunately yes," Nabiki scowled, "Do you have any idea what you've just put poor Makoto through, to say nothing of Ukyo and my sister? What do you have to say for yourself, huh?" "Ah...well..." Peorth knew that the jig was up and it was time to make a strategic retreat, having achieved her basic goals of bringing Akane and her "Love Chef" together so she struck an elegant pose and said, "We'll always have Paris?" And with that she vanished in a swirl of roses, leaving Nabiki to pick up the pieces, though the Goddess silently pledged to somehow find a way to make it up to her middle daughter... Continued. Comments/Criticisms/Continuation of Coitus: shadowmane@ridgenet.net Yeah, this one cries out for a sequel, but it seemed like a good time to take a break and leave Ukyo to her romantic devices. Expect to see a sheepish Chef try explaining this "fiasco" to Makoto afterwards, only to learn indirectly that Makoto herself wasn't exactly "idle" with her time either, and that Minako is walking around a bit more happy, albeit she is happily following an equally dazed and confused Ryoga. For more details about that, tune in the next time that I have the urge to Hentai, and in the meantime, be seeing you! Look for the continuation of this scene in my upcoming series, "Pangea, the Land that Time Ignored," with its subsequent follow-on story, "We'll always have Paris...?" Be there!