Makoto's Harem
An El Hazard Lemon
by Key
http://pantheon.yale.edu/~mhc8/fanfics/fanfiction.htm

No lemon works are available for download from my webpage... it's
to protect the little kiddies.

WARNING...  I really hate it when underaged kids get their hands
on porn and whack off in the bathroom, like those fucked up
assholes (Hey, they used to pick on me...) in 7th grade with
their fathers' Playboys...  If you are underaged (like under 18),
I pray to God your parents catch you reading this and beat the
shit out of you...  

Whew... enough of the disclaimer, as I'm pretty sure all you
little kids out there don't really give a shit about being mature
enough not to read this stuff... Well... don't blame me if your
mother asks why your sheets are wet.

This is merely a couple pages added onto Chapter 3 as I can't
decide whether to keep this draft :/  If you've read my previous
post for chapter three, just jump down to "=NEW SECTION="

Chapter 3, Addition 1

    Makoto blinked as he rubbed his eyes, his gaze settling on
the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.  

    "So how's the head?  I never knew that a head hitting a table
could make that much noise," his companion commented wryly. 
Makoto felt thoughts that he never truly experienced, desires
that seemed so contrary to his norm that he shivered slightly.

    He couldn't deny the feeling of excitement.  He nodded, his
muscles tense, trying to prevent a sly grin from surfacing on his
face.

    "Well, hopefully the entire day of rest helped you."  Makoto
sat up in his bed, staring around, the glimmer of sunlight
filtering in through the windows.  Indeed, he had been
unconscious for awhile.

    Absolute terror.  Those two words described Makoto as he
sought asylum in the library.  He had been constantly on edge
that entire afternoon thinking about her.  She, like a gemstone
that sparkled in that special way whenever he saw her, like a
magnet that drew in a piece of metal, had that magical way about
her that made him feel dizzy, almost lovesick with desire.

    He didn't like it.  No, he absolutely hated it.  Every time
he looked, such thoughts entered his mind, acts of depravity that
he would have never ever done, until now.

    Makoto Mizuhara was going to snap, soon.

    Unable to cope with his inability to confront her, he
comforted himself with other, base means.  With a soft sigh,
Makoto looked down at his wet hands, halfways stuck between being
disgusted with himself or amazed.

    Masturbation had never been an option for him.  He had never
had an urge so strong that he needed to relieve himself.  But
now, he was so filled with lust that he didn't hesitate to start
the cycle all over as he imagined, as he pretended that his hand
was really her, her body...

    A minor wave of ecstasy washed over him as a liberal amount
of jism splashed over his hand.  His dripping fingers paralysed
with numbness, his face flushed with guilt, cursed himself for
being of such weak mind, as well as ruining a perfectly good
tome.

* * *

    Fatora sighed as she peered through the tiny hole in the
wall, watching Makoto had definitely been a stimulating
experience.  Consumed with her love and desire, she failed to see
anything wrong with Makoto's rather new behavior.

    Alielle let out a sighed as she sat down on the barrel she
used to look through the peephole.  "Fatora, why just don't you
give him a little privacy...  Maybe he's thinking about..."

    Fatora grinned slightly as she watched Makoto carefully put
back the book with the soaked page.  "Me?  Of course he's
thinking of me!  I'm a Princess of Roshtaria, nothing else could
possibly compare to my beauty!"  It took a bit of effort for
Fatora to suppress the hearty laugh that was dying to come out.

    "I don't know.  Maybe he's thinking about..."  There was a
pause, as Alielle, her angelic face marred by a jealous scowl,
thought of someone.  "Maybe he's thinking about Nanami...  You
know how self conscious she is.  He'll never bed her until the
day they get married."

    A look of fear momentarily blinked through Fatora's otherwise
overconfident expression.  "Nanami?  And what gave you that idea? 
She couldn't possible compare to my beauty!"  Fatora glanced
downwards, her face turning from confident, to unsure, to the
pits.

    She absentmindedly cupped her breasts with her hands and
hefted them around a bit.  She had remembered brushing up against
Nanami once, and for a girl who was all prim and proper, she had
the body of a sexpot.  'Damn!  Her breasts are bigger!'

    "Fatora?"  Alielle asked, a trickle of drool slowly forming
at the corner of her mouth.

    But the Roshtarian princess didn't listen, her next move to
place her hands on her hips.  Immediately she winced as her hands
pressed against bone.  'And she's a lot fuller than me,' lamented
Fatora silently as she remembered Nanami's perfectly luscious
hips.

    Fury wasn't quite the right word to describe her reaction. 
Instead, she slumped down, not caring to watch anymore.  She was
depressed, crushed, defeated.

    In that brief moment, the princess seemed to have lost all
her energy, very distressing to Alielle to say the least, as
watching the princess feel herself, was a stimulating experience.

* * *

    Nervousness has a way of disorientating a man, confusing him
to the point that he does not know when the situation has
changed, his mind totally focused on one thing, the single object
that causes his pain.

    Makoto was that focused that he initially didn't notice it
when a certain person sat down next to him.

    "Makoto?"  He jerked when he heard that voice, his evidence
soaked hand thrust into some convenient hiding spot, smack dab
between his legs.  Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, his
companion didn't seem to notice, yet.

    His lips quivered as he did his best to cover himself up. 
The Gods must have been on his side as his shirt was more than
long enough to hide his embarrassing erection.  "Oh hi Nanami!" 
Strangely enough, his voice came out somewhat squeaky.

    Nanami eyed Makoto strangely.  "You haven't been making out
with Afura again?"  Makoto vigorously shook his head.

    "Then you haven't been doing anything bad?"   Makoto shook
his head vigorously again.  "Then why are you so worried?"  Soft
gentle hands kneeded his shoulders.  "You're extremely tense.  I
can feel it in your shoulders."

    Feeling Nanami's hands gentle squeeze and release him, Makoto
shivered slightly as he felt a certain part of his body spring
free from the shadows.  The expression on Nanami's face was quite
interesting to say the least.

    "Makoto!"  Fiercely gripping Makoto's neck and thrashing him
about, Nanami handled the situation in a rational way.  "You
pervert!  What were you doing here?  Who were you thinking
about?"

* * *

    "Pass the plate," ordered an irate Fatora as she had sought
to end her anxiety by stuffing herself.  Who knows, perhaps a
little fat on her was actually a good thing, as it would make her
look a bit fuller.

    Alielle was concerned as she handed the plate loaded with
greasy, heart attack inducing food to Fatora.  "Now Fatora, you
know how bad it is to be eating this stuff..." the girl started.

    Neither had a chance to continue as an irate Nanami, who was
carefully wiping her hands clean, barged into the kitchen.  "And
why did he have to touch my hands!  Ugh, I can't even wipe this
stuff completely off!"

    Alielle looked up at Nanami with interest.  "So what
happened?"  Looking eagerly at Nanami in a way that made the
older girl cautious.

    She merely snapped back.  "Nothing happened!"  With that tone
of voice, there was no mistaking it.  Something had happened,
something big.

    A smile surfaced on Alielle's face as she momentarily forgot
about the groveling princess.  "So what?"  Nanami recoiled
backwards slightly as she didn't know what to think was on
Alielle's mind at the moment, the young woman slowly leaning
towards her.

    "Well, it's obvious that something happened..."  Nanami
immediately started blushing as she thought about Makoto, his
expression of helplessness and his unveiling.  It was a pretty
strange thought to have.

    Watching the blood rush to Nanami's face, the unabashful
Alielle was even more driven to find out what happened.  "Come
on, come on!  Tell me, what happened?  I know something
happened!" 

    Nanami seemed furious as she tried to explain.  In truth it
was more like embarrassment rather than anger.  "Well, Makoto,
he..."  She broke off as she did not really wanted to talk about
that particular, thing.

    "What about Makoto?" asked Alielle, slowly, displeased with
the fact that Fatora was now paying attention.

    "Well, he..."

    Princess Fatora dropped her plate and got closer.  "And what
did he do?"  The urgency in her voice was most distressing to
Alielle, who was about ready to get fed up with Makoto this and
Makoto that.  She just wanted everything to be back to normal.

    "He touched me," said Nanami.

=NEW SECTION=

    Today was just not Fatora's day.  First she was depressed to
the point of gorging herself.  Secondly, Makoto was just jerking
off blissfully instead of pleasuring her.  Thirdly, he was
probably in love with Nanami, and not her.

    Alielle giggled as she wanted to know more.  "Where did he
touch you?  Here?"  Nanami recoiled as she felt a hand pinch her
breast.  "How about here?  Or here?"

    A loud scream echoed throughout the palace.

* * * 

    The brisk wind tore at Makoto's hair, but he didn't care. 
Right now, he was already preoccupied, his mind thinking of other
thoughts.
    
    It seemed that his previous encounter with Nanami served only
to further his desires, and before while he through of Her, now
he was unable to think of anything except Her.  She was different
from the others.  She had that extra quality that made Makoto
tingle as he thought about her.

    With a sigh, he slumped down as he thought of his entire
life, always having pure, unadulterated thoughts.  Even a few
days ago, he would have sweared never having such longings for a
woman.  But now, he couldn't.

    He wanted to touch a woman badly.  He wanted to touch Her,
for a brief moment merging to be one with Her.  He let out a pent
up sigh, his body slowly deflating as he didn't know what to do.

    His resistance to his innermost desires and self control was
eroding away, ever so slowly.

* * *

    "Fatora...  Please listen to me!" cried Alielle as she
watched Fatora literally throw her entire wardrobe out of the
window.  

    Fatora growled as she sent a diamond studded dress out the
window.  "Maybe it's the way Nanami dresses," she muttered. 
"Maybe it's the way Afura dresses."

    "I don't think a change of clothing is going to make a
difference," Alielle said quite softly.  Perhaps a little bit too
soft, as Fatora did not cease in her mission to achieve a new
look.

    "Of course it'll work, I'm sure of it!" cried out Fatora as
she finally finished pulling her entire princessly wardrobe out
of the closet and onto the ground.  "Now all we need to do is
have a brand new set of clothing made."

    Glancing at the huge mound that was just sitting in the
middle of the spacious room, Alielle shook her head as she
thought of all the labor needed creating an entire new set of
clothing for Princess Fatora.

    "Princess Fatora," said a soft voice.  A seamstress walked
into the room with a bundle of clothing in her hands, which she
left on the bed.  "Your new clothes are ready."  The terrified
woman left without another word, her timid, rapid steps audible.

    Fatora walked naked out of the closet.  "Say Alielle, what do
you think is appropriate?"  She grabbed from the top of the pile,
taking a thin, white blouse, one that a prim and proper girl
would wear.

    She held the blouse against her body, and glanced down at
herself.  It didn't suit her at all, as it was too conservative. 
With a sigh, she tossed it to the side, and sat on the bed
forceful enough to make her attributes jiggle ever so slightly.

    Alielle rubbed her legs together as she watched her lover. 
"Fatora, I think you're perfect the way you are," she moaned as
she zeroed in on Fatora's milky-white body.

    The princess didn't seem to listen as she dug through the
pile of clothing.  So intent she was that she failed to feel
tiny, delicate hands caressing her.

    It wasn't until Fatora felt something touch her nether
regions, that she realized Alielle was feeling her.  Alielle let
out a sigh of contentment as she hugged Fatora and gently
fingered her princess.

* * *

    Pert breasts.  Perfect breasts, not too large and not too
small, trembling, constantly taunting through the tight dress.

    Normally, when Makoto usually met a person of the opposite
gender, he would be careful enough not to gawk at the various
intriguing landmarks on her body, instead focusing on her face. 
Right now, he was looking downwards at a slight angle at the
captivating sight of a woman's breasts.

    "Oh hi, Makoto!" exclaimed Shayla as she tried hard to find a
reason to be prowling around.  She couldn't find one.  Of course,
if it were Afura, she'd have a reason.  Afura always one better
than herself.  Afura always calm and composed.  Afura always...

    Shayla mentally forced herself to stop before she risk doing
some violent deed.  Of course, she was too late.  She heard
someone gagging and looking about, she found Makoto clawing at
her arm, which had wound itself around his neck.

    "I'm so sorry!" exclaimed Shayla as she let go, allowing
Makoto's limp body to collapse to his knees.

* * *

    "Alielle!  What are you doing?" asked Fatora, as she pushed
her ex-lover to the side.  Whatever Alielle had on her mind, the
princess decided that she didn't want a part of it at all.  

    The release of sexual tension for Alielle was invigorating. 
She held onto the princess tightly and doubled her efforts.  "You
know what I'm doing," she whispered as she resumed.  Her fingers
gently slid in and out of her princess, her lips kissing Fatora
down her neck.

    Fatora's mind was lost as she tried to fight off Alielle, but
the little girl seemed to possess a hidden strength.  She tried
to move away, but all that it brought on was more intense
stimulation as Alielle sped up, her arm moving back and forth,
her fingers pumping in and out.

    "No," moaned Fatora as she thought about Makoto and the irony
in the situation.  Before, she would have given anything to be
treated like this, by a woman.  But now, all she hoped for was
Makoto.  All she wanted was Makoto.

    Alielle giggled as she felt Fatora buck as the orgasm rippled
through her body.  "But you keep on telling me yes."  Fatora,
winded and exhausted, felt herself lie back on the bed, Alielle
kneeling in front of her, carefully stripping.

    Brushing back a few strands of purple hair, Alielle smiled at
Fatora, who was still breathing heavily.  "Don't worry Fatora,
I'll pleasure you more than any man ever will."  With sex-starved
eyes, the girl kneeled forwards burying her face between Fatora's
legs. 

* * *
   
    Makoto landed on the ground roughly, his head smacking into
the hard, cold stone tiles on the ground.  Shayla shook in fear
as he laid still, unmoving, seemingly dead to the world.

    Seeing that her shaking of Makoto brought minimal response,
she picked him up like a sack of rice, his body slung over her
shoulder, and ran for help. (1)

[Maybe some more elaboration here... I dunno yet....]

* * *

    Fatora sighed as she felt Alielle play with her hair.  "Why
did you have to do that?" she asked, almost reluctantly.

    "Because you weren't the Princess I love," said Alielle, as
she shifted in position, mashing a breast against the back of
Fatora's neck.  "You were to preoccupied with," there was a
slight pause before she said, "him," her voice slightly venomous.

    The Princess shook her head.  "Preoccupied?  Me?" she laughed
as she denied that for the past few days all she could think of
was Makoto.  But denial never works, and the laugh soon died
away.  "You're right," she whispered.

    The princess sighed in frustration.  "I don't know how I can
make Makoto notice me.  Do I have to act more proper?  Be more
polite?  Do I have to dress more formally?"  These and a
formidable list of questions were all on Fatora's mind.

    Fatora shivered as she felt wet hands touch her cheek. 
"Fatora, you're never going to make Makoto love you, no matter
what you do."  Alielle's normally warm voice was suddenly
chilling, biting down to her core.

    The princess shivered as she felt the cool slick trail
Alielle's finger left on her cheek.  "He's never going to love
you unless you are yourself.  Stop trying to be Nanami or Afura
or Shayla, because it's just not you."

    Confusion entered Fatora's mind as she tried to understand
why Alielle would be giving her advice.  Usually, it was just
Alielle running around, all playful and without a serious thought
in her cute head.

    "And why are you telling me this?" the princess asked,
shivering as she felt a hand cup her breast.  Unconsciously, she
pushed the hand away.

    A sad smile, a few tears, as Alielle finally gave in to the
inevitable.  Pushing Fatora off her, she grabbed her clothing,
hastily dressed, and left the room, leaving behind a confused
princess.

Notes
(1) Definitely not a good practice...  If you are properly
trained in First-aid, you know you have to protect a person from
shock and minimize body movement as it might aggravate the wound
;)  For example, if Makoto had broken his neck, the mere act of
moving him without proper support would have disconnected the
spinal cord, destroying all autonomic reflexes, causing the heart
and lungs to cease operating and death will result...

Think of first aid as making the person as comfortable as
possible until the cavalry arrives ;)



Questions
01*-> Again, this chapter is not complete, and no work has been
done on the previously posted part...

02*-> Are you 18 years old or older?  What do you think of my
brand new Warning/Disclaimer for minors?

03*-> I felt the sex level definitely took a drop, and to
compensate, I dreamed up that last scene in which Alielle decides
to take matters into her own hands...  Is this too much?  Or
shall I find a better way to integrate this scene in?  When I
read it over, it felt sort of weird... 

04*-> Errr... I didn't know what I was drinking... perhaps a bit
too much of the Dew, but I didn't know how I ever got that last
scene written...  This story was supposed to be a sexual farce...
how did that get in there... i dunno...  I'm just rethinking it
for now...

05*-> I don't know...  I want to add a Makoto-Fatora scene, one
which is more meaningful other than outright rape...  What do you
think?  Maybe some fun with switching roles, like Makoto
pretending to be Fatora and Fatora... well, you know ;)

06*-> And I tip my hat to Sean Gaffney, and his request for a 
Makoto-Ifurita sex scene...  Perhaps I can integrate this in by
creating a mystical dimension jumping device powered by sexual
energy...  I had a IRC friend once joke about a SoftCel anime in
which this was the whole plot of a pointless story... a time
machine/ dimension jumping thing that had like all these women
strapped on the outside having fun with plastic... oh well, never
mind... I've never seen it though...  YAS is just too clean...
(The worst I've seen was like Cutey Honey...)

07*-> Just wondering...  how come no one ever asks me to do
rewrites or even pick at grammatical mistakes?  Andrew Huang, a
fabulous grammarian, refuses to read this stuff on the basis that
it will rot his mind... :P

08*-> Captain Jack...  I'm amazed that you actually have the time
to read this...  How is War of Evangelion coming?  I might have
to call the Taskmasters to make you write :P  Oh yeah...  I might
even give them an airplane ticket to Iowa to personally visit you
and give you hell...

09*-> Are you actually taking the time to read this list of
questions?

10*-> Wow...  You definitely are...

11*-> I dunno... But just for the hell of it.. my recent anime
conquests: Devil Hunter Yohko: Touch My Heart CD (Great music :P 
'Bout time I coughed up $30 for the MP3's I've been listening
to...), Key the Metal Idol Vol. 3 (Oh yeah), Key the Metal Idol
BGM Data Disk CD (Heh heh, nice stuff), Key the Metal Idol Vocal
Data Disk CD (Hmmm, see a trend here?), my second Key the Metal
Idol Inflatable Doll (Just joking! You #Ranma! people might know
^_-), Evangelion vol 7 (Actually my friend's, but I paid for it,
cause he donated $30 for Soul Blade...), A Pretty Samy manga (heh
heh.. how does it go? "Pretty Mutation Magical Recall!" or was
it... never mind, i forget all the time... All that I know is
that Pixy Misa kicks ass...), Ordered a couple Zenki CD's for the
hell of it... (Vajra On! Vajra On! Vajra On! [Japanese chatter]
Vajra On!...)

12*-> Ancient stuff below...

=Old Stuff pre-Chapter 3 Addition 1=
Notes:
* Not finished at this time...  Perhaps, when I make my mind up
not to do any classwork, I can write a lot more...
* Weird?  The amount of text has already exceeded the size of Nth
Night...  I never thought I'd be able to pump up fluff this
much...

=Old Stuff pre-Chapter 3=
Questions:
Who should be the beautiful woman?  I have a very weird idea. ;) 
(And NO!  IT ISN'T URA!)

=Old Stuff=
Questions:
*  Who will be the significant other?  I had a sick idea of Mr.
Fujisawa.  But then again, I'm sure Captain Jack would hate that.
:P
*  And shall I terminate what Fatora feels for Makoto?  I don't
know about this.  But it would be "funny" if Fatora becomes
bisexual just for Makoto.  And then again, it has been a secret
dream of mine that Fatora gets hitched with Makoto.  I think
she's one of the sexy girls in El Hazard...  But then again, all
of the girls in El Hazard are sexy, even Queen Diva...
*  I'm beginning to tone down the lemon in this story, preferring
to make this into a tale of artificially induced, misplaced love. 
What do you think?  Of course, that doesn't mean I no longer will
put in lemon bits through out the story.  I'm just cutting out
most of the sex scenes.

Notes

*  I finally got the time to think of a plot that should offer
longer story time instead of a short 14 page document.  I'm
hoping to push this one at least to 60.
*  Hah hah, just took that teaser of mine and decided to write
some bad stuff.
*  Credits to Captain Jack for suggesting to me about how to get
Alielle to "fuck" Makoto.  It was quite a plausible idea indeed. 
I never knew that he would be capable of thinking of something
that hentai. ^_- (Just joking Captain!  Can't you take a joke?)

Next version:
*  Minor mistakes.  A couple stupid errors, nothing major
changed.  Hey!  I suck at English and writing, don't ask me to
proofread properly. :P
*  Fanfic rename as I suddenly realized such an evil plot to make
this story bad...  Was Makoto's Mistress.  Now, it's Makoto's
Harem. (or Ataru Moroboshi's Dream Coming to Fruition for Someone
Else.)   I'm B-b-bbad!  I'm B-b-bbad!

That's all folks...








=9-30-97=
Coming Soon (Not)...

- You've been wondering when it would happen, but it's almost
done now...  The All Purpose Cultural Cat Girl Nuku Nuku Lemon
Sexathon is coming!  Life for Ryunosake and Kyusaku become hell
as mating season rolls in, and Nuku Nuku is in heat... :P  On top
of that, Eimi begins acting weird around Ryunosake when some
unauthorized circuits in her head activate...

- Look out Tenchi Muyo fans as the most disgusting and weird
lemon is almost ready!  The Pretty Samy/Evil Samy trilogy!  Watch
Pretty Samy's mirror identity with her evil powers try to take
over the world!  Get ready to burst when Evil Samy reveals her
ultimate attack...

- It's the Evangelion lemon in which the Eva's get their chance
at having fun.  Ever wonder why Shinji's Unit-01 is the only one
to have a spike on its head?

- Slamdunk, Locker Room Stories...  Never pick up a bar of soap
that someone "accidentally" drops in the shower room...  

- Tenchi Muyo: Ryo-Ohki Knows Best...  A fic exploring cross-
species breeding...

- Sisters: Ever wonder how the Muldoon priestesses got by living
alone at the top of Mount Muldoon for a year...  The lack of
oxygen and isolation can do weird things to people's minds...

- A Documentary: A Day in a Life of a Tentacle...  Tentacles...
they're everywhere...  But what exactly are they?  How do they
move?  How do they procreate?  These questions and more will be
answered in this PBS documentary that never made it to the air...

Well...  I was just joking about all the above, as in reality,
nothing noteworthy is predicted for me.  I don't really have any
worthy ideas to write, with exception of the Nuku Nuku lemon... 
But then again...  I really really like Nuku Nuku, and I won't
try to be the first to write a lemon for that series...  But then
again... I want to write an "Eimi and Ryunosake" forever type of
story...  And don't go boo hoo about Yoshimi... She doesn't show
up much... :P

Actually...  here's some food for thought... There are spoof fic
groups, and there are serious fic writing groups...  Why not a
Lemon fic writing group?  It would be kewl... mass producing
cheap porn for the masses ;)  Hey, I'd be more than happy to join
such a group...