{These characters are not property of me. I would never attempt to claim them as my own. This story may not be used without my permission, and may not be used to make money in any way, shape or form. Characters and certain situations were created by Rumiko Takahashi, so don't try any funny stuff!}
"Akane-chan, would you be willing?"
Akane looked very hesitant and didn't answer.
Kodachi looked to Nabiki. "Would you, Biki-chan?"
Nabiki had none of the hesitation of Akane. "He'll be..."
Nodding, Kodachi smiled.
"Definitely. I'll do it." Nabiki smiled predatorily. "And he doesn't know?"
"Of course not. An ambush would be in order, but I have no doubt he would enjoy it," Kodachi answered. "What shall it be, Akane-chan?"
"Um..." It did sound kind of fun, but still...
"You can just watch and see if you want to, sis. It'll be fun," Nabiki urged.
Kodachi nodded in agreement. "Yes, it will be most enjoyable. He won't even know what hit him."
Akane nodded slowly.
"Naderu."
Akane tried very hard not to start laughing. "You're kidding! That's the dumbest thing..."
"I wouldn't talk. Where'd you come up with yours? You're about as hot as..."
"Now, now. There's no point in arguing. Besides, mine is far better than either of yours." Kodachi grinned at them both, then poured the water over her head.
Tatewaki returned home from the store. Kodachi had ordered him to go to pick up more soup for Akane, some items that came with living with three women, apples (avoid the watermelons), and lunchmeat.
What was so important about it all that Kodachi needed it instantly was beyond him. Not that it mattered. Kodachi had instructed him to do so, so he did so.
Opening the door and walking inside, Tatewaki removed his shoes, and headed for the kitchen. He was about to turn the corner to the kitchen when a strange man stepped out in front of him.
Immediately dropping the groceries, Tatewaki took a defensive stance, even though he couldn't do anything without his bokken. "How did you get in here?" he asked.
"That's not important right now. Only this is." The man had a bucket he pulled from behind his back.
That didn't phase Tatewaki, who only looked at the man with hostility, waiting for him to make a move. There was something oddly familiar about him, but he couldn't be sure.
"Brother, prepare to be ravaged."
Tatewaki said, "Huh?" Then he was hit in the face with the water from the bucket. There was a weird tingling all over his body, inside his body, and when he cleared his eyes, the man was looming over him. He swung his fist, but the man caught it easily.
"Don't fight now; this will be fun," the man said, smiling, looking down on him.
Wait. The man was looking down at him. The man was taller than him. But the man hadn't been taller. They had been roughly the same height. So either the man had grown, or... "Unhand me, villain!" he yelled. That's what HE wanted to yell, but his voice was far from being male.
The man laughed at him/her. "You're so feisty like this. I like that. Now come along. We have things for you to do..." The man began pulling him/her down the hall.
Tatewaki tried to struggle, but he didn't have as much strength, and he was still confused over why he had sounded like a woman. "Release me!" And again, his voice was female. Just what had happened?
"And have you run away? I think not. This shall be far more entertaining than attempting to catch you."
Suddenly, Tatewaki jerked away from the man and began to run down in the opposite direction, but his body seemed hesitant to cooperate.
The man was on him/her in a flash, and lifted him/her to carry across the man's broad shoulders. "Now I'm forced to carry you. Wouldn't you have preferred the dignity of walking?" the man asked.
"You shall pay for your..." Tatewaki trailed off, still unsure of why he sounded like a woman. "What have you done to me?" he asked finally.
"I'm surprised you haven't guessed by now. We've turned you into a woman, of course. We couldn't very well have our fun with you while you were a man, could we?"
Tatewaki's face paled. "How? And who is 'we'?"
"A little leftover from our Amazon compatriots. Don't worry. You'll only stay this way until we're done with you, then you can beg us to change you back." There was a kind of cruel mirth in the man's voice.
"I shall not!"
"Oh, you shall. I think you'll find my friends are not nearly as forgiving as I am. They wouldn't have waited if you had run away from them."
"I order you to unhand me! This will not be permitted!"
There was a gentle chuckling. "I don't think you understand what you're in the middle of. Listen here, girl, we're going to use you, you're going to service us, and then we'll come back some other time and do it again. How does that sound?"
"Foul lies! It is impossible to turn a man into a woman!" Tatewaki answered, struggling futilely.
"Well then, why don't we just show you the proof."
A dark room. Tatewaki didn't remember this room as anything but another guest room, but... He/she was slung off the shoulders of the man and set gently on the floor. The man was behind him/her and holding his/her shoulders tightly.
"Now let's see what a woman you aren't." At that, soft lights came on in the room, revealing a wall covered in a very large mirror.
In that mirror, Tatewaki saw the man holding on to a slight young woman, with wide blue eyes and a mop of short, black hair. Where the man's hands were on the girl's shoulders, they were on his/her shoulders. When he/she moved her arm, the girl did as well.
"What have you done to me?" Tatewaki shrieked, watching the girl do the same.
"I told you," the man said, "we've turned you into a girl temporarily. Relax, and I think you'll find it's more fun than you'd like to admit." The man lowered his head and kissed up and down Tatewaki's neck, even as he/she stared in the mirror.
It was true. Tatewaki couldn't believe it. They had somehow turned him into a woman, and now... She wanted to weep. She was a man, only a man, and not a woman.
Tatewaki's fears were quickly heightened by two more men stepping into her view from the side.
"She's cute," one said.
"Yeah. I might join you anyway."
"Told you it'd be fun, Asemo."
"Quit gloating, Naderu."
Tatewaki saw the one called Naderu grin at Asemo, then look back at her. The grin changed then, became predatory, lecherous. There could be no doubt in Tatewaki's mind what would happen to her.
And the first man was still using his lips and tongue along her neck. Man or no, the feeling was very pleasing, and Tatewaki had a hard time not giving in to the sensations.
"Koshoku, don't wear her out before we get our chance," Naderu said.
"Don't worry. This one's got a lot left in her. Don't you, aijin?" Koshoku whispered in Tatewaki's ear. He looked over at the other two. "Asemo, if you're not sure, you can wait while Naderu and I take care of her."
Naderu nodded and walked forward, eyeing Tatewaki hungrily.
That was when she knew fear. Whether it was some sort of automatic reaction by her body, or just common sense catching up with her, she didn't know, didn't care, but...
Koshoku resumed the oral assault on Tatewaki's neck, which served to cloud her mind more. "I know you're enjoying this," he whispered to her. "Just relax and we'll make you feel like you're in heaven." Koshoku's hands slipped around her waist, moving up, pushing her shirt around, until his hands were cupping her breasts.
Tatewaki found herself fascinated by the image in the mirror in front of her. There she was, looking very petite and innocent, with this man behind her, his hands on her, kissing her neck. She saw his mouth move to her ear and his tongue sneak out to tickle the lobe.
She tore her eyes away from the mirror and looked at the other men. Naderu was removing his shirt, revealing a thin, wirey runner's build.
"All the way, Koshoku?" Naderu asked.
"Not yet. You'll probably scare her."
Naderu nodded and removed the sweatpants he was wearing, revealing the shorts underneath. There was a very prominent bulge in those shorts that Tatewaki couldn't help but stare at. There was no way she would allow that anywhere near her person. No way.
But when Naderu stood in front of her and removed her pants with no effort, then the shorts, Tatewaki knew she wouldn't be able to stop him, any of them. "Koshoku, get rid of the shirt. I want her naked," Naderu said, leering at her.
"You're too anxious."
"I just want to see her. I won't do anything. Yet."
Koshoku nodded and pulled at Tatewaki's shirt, pulling it over her head, and forcing it the rest of the way off.
Asemo couldn't help but gasp in appreciation of Tatewaki's figure. "She's beautiful," he murmured.
Naderu looked over at him quickly and smiled. "First shot if you want it," he said, smirking. Koshoku resumed his kissing and fondling while Asemo contemplated the offer.
Now maybe this he could get used to. The girl was slightly taller than average, with a slim, athletic build. Her legs were long and well-toned, and Asemo couldn't take his eyes off them. He groaned and one hand strayed down to the growing bulge in his own sweatpants.
"Come on, Asemo. I know you want her. She's waiting for you and everything," Naderu said, still smirking. As if to prove his point, he reached down between Tatewaki's legs and fondled her sex.
Tatewaki gasped at the sensation and her legs buckled.
"Can't have you getting faint on us now," Koshoku warned, holding her up.
Asemo nodded finally and took of his own shirt and sweatpants. As opposed to Naderu's slimmer build, Asemo almost looked like a body builder, with well-defined musculature.
Naderu whistled. "You're not too bad looking yourself, Asemo."
Asemo gave him a disgusted look before turning his attention back to Tatewaki. He nodded briefly, his eyes wandering up and down Tatewaki.
Naderu moved back so Tatewaki could see herself in the mirror, to which she gaped. Of course, Naderu hadn't done it so Tatewaki could admire herself; he had done it so Asemo could get at the curvey, little body.
Asemo was finding it very hard to control himself. He had never exactly been the one the one with the most self-control, and the luscious girl in front of him was breaking down what little he had left.
Naderu grinned at Asemo. "Do it. Do it before I do."
"Don't rush me," Asemo answered. "I want to take my time with her." He stepped right in front of Tatewaki and took her chin in his hand.
Tatewaki tried to back away, but Koshoku was still there, preventing her from going anywhere. She almost whimpered as Asemo lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.
Asemo couldn't put his thoughts into words. He only knew what he felt, and that was that he needed the girl in front of him. Without another moment of hesitation, he leaned down and captured Tatewaki's mouth with his own.
Tatewaki's eyes widened, and she began to struggle against the alien feeling.
Koshoku whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, Dearest Brother. We won't harm you. Please relax. Besides, I thought you wanted Akane."
Immediately, Tatewaki's nipples hardened under the thought. The fact that Akane was a lesbian didn't make him want her any less, and the fact that Akane found him, er... her desirable like this was nearly a dream come true.
"She's enjoying it, Asemo. "Give her what she wants," urged Naderu excitedly. His hand was at his groin now, squeezing periodically. He had a feeling he was going to perfect his masturbation technique before the day was over.
When Asemo broke the kiss, Tatewaki looked up at him. "Akane?" she asked tentatively. She looked over at Naderu. "Nabiki?"
Asemo growled. "Yeah, so are we gonna fuck or what? I want this body." Asemo ran his hands roughly over Tatewaki's naked flesh, wanting to throw her to the ground and have her right there. He put his arms around and pulled her tightly to his body, feeling her breasts smash against his chest.
He pulled Tatewaki away from Koshoku, who looked quite disappointed that his plaything had been taken away. He watched Asemo lift Tatewaki and pin her to the wall opposite the mirror. Sighing, Koshoku went and sat against the third wall to watch the two. He absently fondled himself through his sweatpants, his eyes half-lidded.
Asemo pushed his shorts down enough to free his erection and pressed it against Tatewaki's stomach. "You're excited... You want this, don't you?" he asked.
Tatewaki shook her head, not wanting to be violated by another man... even though she wasn't a man at the moment. "No," she said quietly. Asemo was very intimidating, and Tatewaki got the distinct impression that he wouldn't care what she wanted.
"Don't worry. You'll get used to it." Asemo smiled, and it was a genuine smile, kind and appreciative. That lasted for about half a second before he lifted Tatewaki up enough to steer his shaft to her virgin female sex.
Tatewaki grabbed onto Asemo's shoulders because she had no idea what to do. It felt so wrong, but so right... It was a nightmare, but she needed it. She felt bad, but it felt so good...
Still holding Tatewaki, Asemo adjusted himself to hold her under her thighs so her legs were somewhat around his waist. Kissing Tatewaki again, Asemo lunged forward clumsily, not positive of the workings of his body yet. Luckily, Tatewaki's body had been responding to the stimulation and had slickened her passage up enough for Asemo to slide in.
Tatewaki cried out in surprise more than anything.
Koshoku looked at the two, then at Naderu, who had his hand in his shorts and was stroking himself furiously. It was looking about time for Koshoku to follow suit. But... Koshoku stood up and removed his clothes completely. Before continuing on though, he stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. Strangely enough, he looked a lot like his brother: tall, muscular, but not overly so, not as thin as Naderu, but not nearly as big as Asemo.
Smiling slightly, he turned his attention back to Naderu. He walked up behind him, grabbed his shorts and pulled them down. He never stopped masturbating, keeping his focus on Asemo and Tatewaki, and his hand moving in a rhythmic fashion.
Koshoku got on his knees and moved around so he was kneeling in front of Naderu. He removed Naderu's hands from his straining member and looked up.
Some hair hanging down around his face, Naderu stared down at Koshoku as he stuck out his tongue to lick his head. His eyes rolled back as the sensation reached his brain and his legs got rubbery. Groaning, he put his hand on the back of Koshoku's head and forced him to take his shaft into his mouth.
It took moments of the warm, wet sensation, and flicking tongue to make Naderu come. He groaned loudly and he forced Koshoku's head down on him as far as he could take it before he started to release his load.
Koshoku pulled away, Naderu's hold slack, and looked up, smiling. "I know how good you are at giving head. Do me."
Naderu's eyes opened slowly and looked down at Koshoku. He got his breath back and looked over at Asemo and Tatewaki.
Asemo made sure his grip on Tatewaki was solid before he thrust again. Still, it was clumsy, and he couldn't manage to penetrate her fully.
Tatewaki moaned, looking dazedly at Asemo. She shook her head a little as he tried to bury himself in her again. He was doing it all wrong... Her head lolled to the side a little, and she could see, over Asemo's shoulder, Naderu masturbating almost violently at the sight of them. And behind Naderu, the mirror...
And the reflection of Asemo's back and her legs at his sides, and just the way they moved together, even unintentionally. She moaned again and closed her eyes. She just hoped she wouldn't be scarred permanently for this.
Tatewaki closed her legs around Asemo's waist and hooked her ankles together at his back. She then pulled herself up a little, using his shoulders, and almost immediately, she could feel the angle of penetration improve.
Asemo gasped a little and said, "That's a good little girl." He thrust upwards once, stroking a little deeper, then again, and Tatewaki felt the sharp pain of her female virginity being removed. She inhaled sharply, but that was her only indication that it had happened.
After that, there was no holding Asemo back. Holding Tatewaki in place, he filled her wildly, panting and sweating as his orgasm rapidly approached. Faster and harder he tried to move, nearly slamming Tatewaki against the wall, until he snapped and he gushed inside her.
Asemo held his position as his orgasm subsided and Tatewaki held on to him tightly. He kissed Tatewaki again, working his tongue into her mouth, crushing her body to his.
"Oh, aijin... that was..." Asemo swallowed and shook his head. "That was fabulous."
Tatewaki murmured, though she wasn't sure how wise that little act of passion was. And when Asemo set her down on the floor, after removing her from him, she wasn't sure that it wasn't something she wanted to do more.
Koshoku had run out of the room as soon as he had recovered from the blow job by Naderu. That left Naderu in a pickle. He was still hard as a rock and the other available person in the room had just run off. Great.
Of course, that was just when Asemo had finished with Tatewaki, and set her down on shakey legs. Naderu saw his chance and took it.
He grabbed Tatewaki's arm and pulled her over to himself, leaving Asemo to recover on his own. "You can't be done already, because I'm not even close to finished." His face didn't reflect his voice, the small, playful smile on his lips. "If you don't mind, Kuno-chan."
Tatewaki shook his head, feeling more relaxed about this second encounter than she had about the first. "I don't mind," she answered. "You know I couldn't refuse you, even if I truly wanted to."
Naderu stroked Tatewaki's cheek then kissed her gently.
She moaned into the kiss and pressed her body against his. She had never felt more needy in her life over anything than she did at that moment.
They broke the kiss and Tatewaki couldn't help herself but to say, "I love you."
"That's just the passion spice talking," Naderu answered.
"I don't care. I love you, and I love Akane, and I love Kodachi. I don't care why; all I know is that I'm happier than I have ever been when I'm around you. Don't... don't deny me that. Don't cheapen the way I feel. After... before, I can't take it."
Naderu couldn't imagine Tatewaki ever saying anything like this, but he could certainly accept it coming from the girl in front of him. Instead of saying anything in response, Naderu lifted Tatewaki and knelt down to set her gently on the floor.
They looked at each other for a moment. "How does it feel?" they blurted out simultaneously.
Naderu chuckled and shook his head. "Guess we just have to find out then."
Kodachi returned, slightly damp, naked, and ready for more. She immediately latched on to Asemo, who was getting his wind back.
He found his wind pretty much returned as Kodachi held on to him, kissing him and rubbing her body against his. "Kodachi," he breathed, inhaling her scent. "Not so f... fast," he stuttered. What he really wanted was for her to go MUCH faster, but that might have sounded greedy.
"Fast has nothing to do with it," Kodachi answered, putting her arms around his neck and grinding her body against his. "In fact, the slower, the better."
Asemo groaned, his manhood returning to prominence, and kissed Kodachi.
Both Tatewaki and Naderu groaned as their bodies met, joining them for the time. It was almost too much for Naderu, who nearly came at that moment.
Tatewaki was definitely excited, maybe more so than he got when being a man, but she didn't really know what to do about it. "Na... Nabiki, what do I do? I'm... I'm..."
Naderu kissed up and down Tatewaki's neck, not sure what to tell her. He was battling with what he wanted to do, and wanting to help Tatewaki. "Just... let it happen," he answered. That was the simplest thing, and maybe the most enjoyable.
"Jus... just don't stop..."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
Without warning, Naderu entered Tatewaki in one smooth motion, not giving her a moment to anticipate. Each of them moaned at the sensation, unable to quite grasp the magnitude of their feelings. Feelings? The sensations were driving them nuts.
Naderu managed one more clumsy thrust before nearly collapsing. "Kuno-chan, how do you do this?" he asked, breathing heavily.
Tatewaki wasn't in any better shape, unable to answer at all. She just shook her head and gripped Naderu's shoulders tightly. She was wondering the same thing actually, having all her ideas about just what it was like for a woman to have sex (not that his original ideas were all that well thought out).
All she could comprehend was that Kodachi and Nabiki hadn't been faking it. She tilted her head back, arched her back and let the intense feelings of supreme pleasure wash over her, crash into her, numb her to everything except it.
Tatewaki cried out as Naderu crushed her body beneath his, grinding their hips together, heightening the sensations. Her fingers dug into his shoulders deeper, nearly to the point of drawing blood. If the feeling didn't subside soon, she would draw blood.
It took only a few more moments, preventing the drawing of blood, before Naderu thrust himself as deeply as possible into Tatewaki and held himself there. His entire body began to quiver with the fabulous feelings, even more than when Koshoku had used his mouth.
Grunting as it felt like he was being pulled apart in a pleasant way, Naderu gasped for breath and fell on top of Tatewaki when his arms gave out.
His knees hurt, his arms were tired, his shoulders were in pain, and, well, the rest of him didn't seem to matter because he was practically flying.
"I can't believe," Naderu panted heavily, "that you've been holding out on us all this time." He lifted his head and looked at Tatewaki's face. A smile gradually worked its way on to his face when he saw that she was asleep.
"Same old Kuno-chan," he said quietly and kissed her cheek.
He felt his ears begin to burn when there was applause from behind them. Turning around partially, Naderu saw Asemo and Kodachi watching the two of them with great interest. They were each wearing rather large lecherous grins as they held each other, naked.
Growling a little at them, Naderu removed himself from Tatewaki, who didn't even move, and lifted her in his arms. "I'm going to get us some hot water and take a nap. You two have fun."
"I'm sure we will," Kodachi said, her hands moving slowly across Asemo's chest.
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Naderu = to rub, stroke
Asemo = prickly heat
Koshoku = erotic, lecherous
aijin = mistress, other woman