RANMA 1/2 HENTAI RPG - 11: thread 3: part 3 > http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ranmahentairpg/ Compilation by St Fan (well... a little more than that, actually) [CONTINUED FROM EPISODE 11: THREAD 2] Re: Frustrated (Thank God for nekomimi!) bigkimo2 Kairo had been watching this whole time with not-too-quiet amusement. To put it bluntly, he was laughing his ass off. The lust demon didn't think of himself as particularly sadistic, but watching these people had become so rediculous he had to laugh out loud. Then he remembered his twin servants, and the fact the building was rapidly crashing down. Giving a whistle, he darted through a rapidly- closing hole and glanced back, seeing Neko-chan following him. 'Where's Yuri-chan?' he asked himself, before shrugging mentally and hauling ass away from the falling debris. She could take care of herself. ------ Yuri smacked away another peice of falling timber as she held up part of the second floor bedroom simply by sheer force of demonic will. "Oi, oi," she purred, tail stroking up and down her thigh. "Need some help, bull-dick-boy?" she grinned to Pantsuo Taro. "C'mon, let's get out of here." Re: Frustrated (Thank God for nekomimi!) Shad Devil Taro would have smacked a hand to his forehead as that Strange Idiot destroyed the last bit of concrete that held up the building if he HAD a hand, that is. Having not one he made do with a Tentacle but that just wasn't the same. Then he realized that he propably should skid from here...even with this Body, it still hurt when he was buried under tons of concrete... He was just looking for the best way to smash through a wall when one of the Nekomimi's appeared. A lovely Vision of seductiveness...which was a tad blown away since she obviously showed this strange power, holding up the ceiling somehow. Blinking a bit, he nodded at her suggestion, the building wouldn't be able to stand any longer. Without further ado he snaked a couple of his tentacles around her hips (one or two 'accidentally' rubbing over her butt and mons) and, with a mighty head-butt, smashed a wall fully. Quickly jumping through the freshly-made hole, bringing Yuri with him in her tentacle-embrace, he flew away from the Building just before the second floor gave way fully, burying the spot they were in under boulders and cement. Landing nearbye on a Roof-top, he tried to get a look at where everyone was but except of Happosai and that Eros-guy he couldn't see anyone...which could be because he was somewhat distracted by Yuri and what he felt through his tentacles.... Re: Frustrated (Making like an octopus?) bigkimo2 Yuri blinked at being whisked away from the collapsing building. She wasn't used to being rescued; people pleading for rescue from her was something she had seen more often. So, she was understandably slightly dazed, lying in Taro's arms-- tentacles?--on a rooftop. She wasn't very shocked to feel the naughty creature's tentacles rubbing across her firm rear and dampened snatch, of course...purring, she performed a rather amazing acrobatic feat, wrapping her legs about Taro's tentacle and rotating until she was upside-down. She then reached out to grasp at the pink, thick flesh hidden underneath a certain patch of fur. "Merow," she said cheerfully as she gripped the yeti-bull-snake-eel- crane-octopus' flacid cock. Re: Frustrated (Making like an octopus?) Shad Devil Taro was quite a bit surprised at the nimble feat, Yuri did, but this was washed away by the seemingly magical touch on his penis. Soft hands gripped his length and seemingly without so much as the tiniest rub, making it start to grow quickly. He had been sexually excited quite a while and he craved satisfaction now. The Tentacles that didn't held Yuri started to caress her body with vigor, some of them circling her breasts, the tips playing with her erect nipples. Others had a more direct goal, rubbing over Yuri's slit and two even squeezing her clit between them. Re: Frustrated (Ahh, hai...good beast..) bigkimo2 Yuri mewled in surprise and pleasure as her breasts were gooshed by numerous tentacles, nipples hard enough to cut glass and delightful against the rubbing flesh, poking out like awnings through her bikini- style top (what the hell does one call those things, anyway? Like a bra and panties, except not...) She moaned shakily, jacking the bull-cock harder as the flesh of the tentacles rubbed her through her bottoms. The crotch of her G-string was already drenched, and she ground herself as best as possible against the rigid supporting tentacle. "Haaaai, good boy," she moaned, "work my clit.." She flicked her rough tongue across the broad head of Taro's dick, purring, her tail snaking up to brush through the fur of his throat. Opening her mouth wide, she managed to pop the head past her lips, and sucked on it hard, cheeks hollowing, as she jacked him off. "Mmmph..." she moaned, thrusting upwards against his tentacles. Re: Frustrated (Ahh, hai...good kitty..) Shad Devil Taro's eyes clouded over with lust as his giant malehood was engulfed in a fiery-warm cavern that was Yuri's mouth. His tentacles went wild, ripping her clothing to shreds in a singly second. (leotard perhaps or Bodice?) Having freed the way to her most tender parts with this, he let two of them spread her damp ouer lips to stroke the pink inner flesh with a third, tickling over her clit and Urethra before suddenly plunging deep inside her, followed by a second, filling her channel fully as a third rubbed feverently over her clit. The two on her breasts continued their mission to knead them, tips manipulating the hard nipples with enthusiasm. And in hell? Byooki Desu Jagkir watched Kajima rumaged through Kairo's item's her claws digging through various clothing articles, most of them being out of leather and silk. Kajima, were Kairo was a nueasance that was best dealt with by shoving his head down a black hole this female demon was best dealt with by keeping as fara way as possible form. She was very.. amarous.. Not that she showed any whatsoever interest in any other demon than herself.. she really loved herself.. little hellspawn. >KAJIMA<: "This be more of my liking!" She cooed and pulled out a silk shirt which she then brought to her nose and blew in it... SOmetimes hell could be a cold place indeed. Whereass Kairo could be talekd to, this twit was to far of and didn't even understand the demon language anymore.. to much time spent watching teletubies.. and other hellish Shows shwon on earth.. who would ever have believed that the four horsemen f the apocalyps would ever become that popular? So.. when he spoke, he didn't speak in the preffered tongue of his language, didn't even try to, but had to adjust himself to the mortals disgusting language. "Don't blow this out of proportions.." >KAJIMA<: "No? We all know Kairo, he will screw up sooner or later.. you should have sent me or somebody else to begin with!" Jagkir smirked as he watched the female demon lean against the bedspread her scorpionlike tail trailing up her abdomen and carresing her neck.. the girl smiled at it and kissed it.. the tail purred.. As things were, those kids Sana and Eros was doing a better job at making things go his way than Kairo did.. You've been very bad Godlings! bigkimo2 In all the history of Asgard (and there's quite a lot of it; three Gods of insanity were spawned just trying to sort through the records before Kami Himself gave up), there have only been sixty six gods who've had to endure a thirty-nine-hour long lecture from Metatron. Now, keep in mind this is in Heaven, and in the interest of making sure the mission wasn't jeapordized, they were taking certain steps. So, as Eros and Sana sat glumly in front of the raging Metatron, they noticed that a massive clock had stopped. They'd slowed time JUST so the godlings could get chewed out. Wai. "Anoo...Metatron-sama, I was just--" Sana began, timidly raising a still-sticky hand. The Voice of Kami glared at her, and she fell silent. "Forsaking your mission simply because you want to get a little tail, Sana?" snapped the angel. "Honestly. I don't know why you two were given this assignment..." "No one else would take it," the duo muttered drearily. "...right then, anyway, I'm disgusted with YOUR behavior as well, Eros. Have you no CLUE what it means to keep a low profile?" "I was defending myself, Metatron-sama," Eros seethed. "YOU BLEW MULTIPLE HOLES INTO A STRIP CLUB!" the lecturer raged. "...it was in my way," he mumbled, shrinking into his chair. "I have a good mind to just hand this back to the Norns and let THEM deal with that infernal den of insanity, but the Boss doesn't want them to." Sana shivered. "Ano..." "What?" snapped Meta. "...could I have a new cape? I'm freezing..." "No." "But my nipples are hard enough to cut glass! See? " the young goddess reached up and cupped her breasts, rubbing her thumbs over the admittedly quite chilled nips and squinting. "Ahm...not that I...mind it TOO much..." she whispered, squeezing herself. Eros' eyes bulged. "...good God, Eros-kun, don't you ever keep that girl satisfied?" Metatron said, dazed out of his lecture. "We try," giggled Sana-chan, reaching over to give her oniichan's crotch a squeeze. "...in any case," grumbled Meta, "you are to return to Midgard at once, keep a LOW PROFILE, and this time, make SURE you get the proper couples together!" "Um, sir, there's this matter of a demon---" "Yes. Kairo. Handle it. LEAVE." "But Metatron-sama--" Eros sputtered. "OUT." "Aaaaahhh...mmmm..." moaned Sana, one hand between her legs now. Metatron's eye twitched. A moment later, both godlings found themselves back on the Neriman street, dressed in NORMAL clothing. They still looked the same otherwise, of course, complete with facial markings, but at least there were no more divine robes. Sana was still rubbing at herself, sighing. Eros facepalmed. ----- *WHAM!* another utterly cute computer bug died. Quite messily. "Mouuuu...I have to finish this and see what's happening!" cried everyone's favorite li'l Goddess. Demon + Punishment = PAIN bigkimo2 In Hel, generally you'd think if you were a sinner condemned to burn there you got it bad. Aw, hell no. Demons-- renegades (a fellow named Sparda among them), failures, and stupider or weaker ones that the Boss liked to pick on--had it worst of all. Kairo liked to think of himself as an open-minded individual. He was willing to try new things. Being fucked up the ass by a minor demon named Bubba in a simulated jail cell with a picture of Elvira taped to the back of his head while hot needles punctured every inch of his body was not something he was willing to accept. It HURT. Freshly healed, he sat (slightly weakened, of course) on his round bed, his two nekomimi whimpering and rubbing up against him. "What'd you two get?" he asked wearily. "We were put in a room full of catnip-nyo..." mewled Neko. "...and then they wouldn't let us fuck!" cried Yuri. "I had to grind off on the floor!" "YOU THREE!" roared a new voice. The trio looked up and blinked; none were suprised, but Kairo was always annoyed when people came straight to his room. He'd put on that do not disturb sign for a reason, and-- "KAIRO!" "Gurk." Jagkir. "Yes, Lord Jagkir?" Kairo gets his nutts warm - Byooki Desu The small Oni put the Megaphone to its mouth again. "Did you enjoy your stay at Paradise hotel? I hear that Bubba has this thing for feminin demons.." The small Oni looked at Jagkir again. "" "That was not what I said!" Strange thing to say.. The Oni looked at Jagkir again just as the old Scrooge planted his foot onto the Oni's head. It wasn't that Jagkir needed a translator, he spoke the demon tongue just as well as the human, and the language of angels, and Kairo understood the demon language as well. No it was rather that ever since Kairo had again screwed up, the fallen angel had refused to talk directly to the lust demon. "" The small Oni rubbed its head and pickeed up the megaphone again. "Idiot!" It repeated into the megaphone. That was just the thing with the demon language sometimes it could be so flowery that you used more than thousand words for a single human word, and sometimes you could use just one word for thousands of human words. It was there way, the demon language was based on how things were felt. For example the entire bible, with all its text and everything in it. If you would ask a demon to translate it into the demon language they would do so with only two words: [Fucking Bullshit!] "" "One more chance!" And with that Jagkir turned around and walked out of Kairo's chamber. It wasn't that he couldn't teleport, in fact he was one of the few chosen that were allowed to teleport in hell, but it was rather that he didn't see the purpoise of it. After all your feet took you were you wanted to sooner or later anyway. As the wall molded itself back together after the fallen angel had left, one of Kairo's clossets swung open and a girl came out carrying with her a skelleton. KAJIMA: "You really should clean up after you..." They Live. bigkimo2 It had been a grueling, grueling debriefing. Bureacracy on earth, or, as it is known in the curiously chaotic heavens, Midgard, can take weeks to work itself out. It's a long and boring process in which higher-ups endlessly squabble over who gets to do what and what gets to do who while minor servants constantly strap on more red tape. In the heavens, it can take millenia. So two Cupids in Training considered themselves very lucky to get out of a debriefing session with Metatron in only six months. "You know..." murmured the male one, rubbing his forehead wearily and heading towards a Portal, "...if Metatron-sama wants us to work as hard as possible on the Nerima cases...why did he have us stay here for half a mortal year?" The godling was so tired, even the heart on his headband drooped like a Salvador Dali melting clock. "Maybe he thought we hadn't been professional enough the last time?" chirped his sister, breasts bouncing nicely underneath her...nothing. She was wearing a suspicious lack of clothing, and her fluttering cape did little to hide any of her assets. "WE?" the male snapped, eyes darting over to his sister. She pouted back at him, crossing her arms underneath her breasts just so, and he gulped, rancor fading. "Okay, okay. Maybe we were both a bit unprofessional, but..." He pointed dramatically at the portal they'd come to. "...Let's go back down there and get our job DONE!" he shouted. "Anooo...oniisan," the sister said hesitantly, "you aren't going to get as psychotic as you got when I was with Happosai, are you?" "Sana," he replied, eye twitching faintly, "why don't you try...not being with people this time and just concentrating on the mission?" "But Eros-kun!" she whined, snaking her arms around her oniisan from behind. A trickle of blood came from his nose as he felt her tits press against his back, and his silken pants suddenly felt a lot tighter. "I can't help it! But I'll try to concentrate, okay?" Eros nodded slowly, struggling not to drool as he felt her hard nipples poking him. "Uh...right. Now let's go." "Hai hai!" she giggled, letting go and flouncing around him, hopping through the portal. Eros sighed, tried to tuck his new hard-on back, and leapt after Sana- chan. The godlings were back. [END]