Warning - lemon - be offended at your own risk, but remember - you were
warned, so, friends, Romans, countrymen, flame us not!
---
<Okay, easy now... this one looks good.>
"Hiroe?"
"Yes, Ms. Katsuragi?"
<Oh, she plays such a cool untouchable,> thought the tall, violet-
haired woman in the heavy sweats. <So virginal...>
Her own voice was oddly musical, "I have to talk to you about
something. Come with me."
As the teacher led the way, her senses probed the young student and
could imagine, no, could taste and smell and feel the hot, perfectly
rounded flesh of the youth. <I bet she's an agile one.>
"Sensei?" she inquired, pouting prettily at the distastefully dark
room. "Aaahhh..." she suddenly gasped as hard hands caressed her, racing
up and down her back and sides and, at the heat between her legs, long,
manicured nails shredding through the thin material of her Phys. Ed.
uniform.
<God, I love these gym shorts, so short, with such thin, stretchy
material.... Ah, as I expected, no bra, not that her large, supple
breasts sloping to perfectly sensitive, bright pink points need any
support.>
"S... sensei!!! Ah, ah, AH..." Hiroe closed her eyes.
<Great! This is easier than I thought! Maybe I can get back to my
realm today! She's all wet and hot already!>
Katsuragi's fingers slid playfully around the younger girl's labia,
just avoiding the clitoris.
"No... stop, please..." she moaned.
<Wow! Tears! Hmm... I think now is a good time...>
With a well-picked laugh, Katsuragi pushed her to a matress and
stood over her.
"Wh-what? What the - ?"
The teacher's soprano deepened with every word, "Just enjoy it,
girly, it is inevitable..."
He laughed as his fingers trailed her hot moisture up her belly,
damp touches circling about the soft skin between her breasts.
<A tearing sound fills the room as I explode, revealing my cursed
form, my true form: where once stood a petite, shapely woman, a lumbering
giant of seven feet growled softly, massive frame befitting my demonic
nature. The rush! I could sense the change in the air! So that's what
fear smells like! The look in her languid eyes like saucers, lips
shaking, quivering... Her breath's coming faster and faster. Yeah!
Fearsome, Bob, think fearsome...>
"I am a mighty demon of Shikima and I shall violate your young and
beautiful body!!! BwahahahAHAHA!!!"
<Hope I got the laugh right. Okay, here we go!!!>
"Now, taste of my mighty and unstoppable roots of lust!
YaaaaAAAAAH!"
<Please work, c'mon, work, workworkworkWORK!>
Several arms sprouted about Bob's body, from his shoulders, his
hips, and about his sweaty loins.
"Dammit! I'll never get out of this dump! Agh! Sorry about this,
uh... H-hiroe? Wh-why are you looking at me like that?" He examined her
nervously as she brought one of his hands against her burning womb.
Hiroe spoke hungrily, "Hmmm... hands... yum! Maybe... maybe YOU
can make me come! And I haven't had any cock for so long 'coz Sumio left
me when he found out that I'd been faking it... MMMmmmmnnnhh," she shook,
sweat flying, "You'd BETTER make me come..."
Suddenly, Bob was afraid. Very afraid.
<With a grunt and a tug, she pulled me down and proceeded to rape
me.>
Fubuki slapped her head in disgust, murmuring as she watched from
her hiding place, "That pathetic idiot..."
---
The Nikholas F. Toledo Zu
presents
Idiotic, Late-Night Productions'
only fanfic... the parody:
Wandering Boy Bob, Luckless Shikima
by Nikholas "SwitchRain" F. Toledo
episode 1: Open Season
---
Some hours later, howls were still coming from the closed door, but
no one noticed because things like this happened all the time.
"No, NO!!! Stop! Aaaaaauuuuughhh!"
The custodians passed as close as two walls between. "Is it that
Hiroe girl again?"
"Haven't you had ENOUGH? Please," the shapeshifter was weeping at
this point, "let me go!"
The younger one put his ear to the wall closer. "Yeah."
With knowing nods, they walked by, ignoring the muffled "Ushiko-
san... thou art so wet, Ushiko-san..." and the response, "Oh Umao-san...
wherefore is thy tongue, Umao-san?" that came from the room another room
close by.
"Y'know, Daisuke..." One of the custodians muttered.
"Yeah?"
"The only problem with all this stuff happening these days is that
there's so much more smelly stuff to clean afterwards..."
"Don't complain. At least we don't have to deal with damaged walls
and stuff like the janitors used to back in the martial artist phase of
Nerima... and occasionally, we get to watch some of the couples and/or
groups!"
"I guess so... So you've got the camera in that room with Hiroe
going, right? Okay... hmm... Let's watch the tape with that green
tentacle thing..."
"The one that looked like a green anemone?"
"Yeah, that one, on the day it had that busty green-haired girl
with horns... after work."
"Sure." The two continued merrily on their way.
---
"Ah, ah, AAAH!"
The walls of Hiroe's vagina rippled as she screamed again.
"M-MORE! It's been so long since my sister hypnotized me, and only
YOU've been able to make me come like this! I'm not letting you go! Ah,
AAAAHH!"
He spurted helplessly into her, triggering another howling orgasm
in her as he grit his teeth.
"Ooooohhh..." he moaned. "Can you please release me now? M-my
arms... all of them... and my penis... feel like they're about to fall
off!!!" he pleaded pathetically. Plus, he hated to admit to such
weakness, but the rough cloth of the old matress was starting to give his
buttocks rug-burn.
She gazed at his tear-streaked face, and his drooping lips. He
looked like a little kid despite his size and arms.... <So cute,> she
thought. "Poor baby... Just one more, I promise I'll be gentle..."
She went down on him, attempting to force another erection...
"Somebody help me, pleeeeeeeease! Aaaaaaaaagh!"
Fubuki muttered quietly, "How undignified! He's almost as pathetic
as you, Nin-nin..."
The diminutive ninja pulled his face back from her snatch briefly,
squeaking out, "Hey! I object to that! At least if I'd gotten raped,
I'd have enjoyed it!" He dived back into the warmth below her delta of
Venus.
"Hmm... I suppose so. And, Nin-nin?"
"Hai, Fubuki-sama?"
"Get yer tongue out of there before I cut it off..."
She increased the pressure between her nether lips, nearly crushing
the little man's tongue. After he fainted from the pain, Fubuki turned
her attention backed to her hapless (and helpless) demonic student.
"Why does my first official trainee have to be so PATHETIC? He
can't even get the 'Tentacle Attack' right! No wonder he got banished
from the Shikima realm..."
Hiroe's tongue fluttered about the veins of his massive cock as she
lightly pinched his scrotum between his testicles. Though she had little
experience or expertise, she more than made up for it with her
enthusiasm, and Bob soon found himself rising to the occasion, to his
dismay.
<Dammit! I can't stand it! My demonic stamina is going to be the
death of me yet... I'm such a loser...>
He started to sob. He gasped as she bit lightly into the head a
last time, pulling back, anticipation in her eyes.
"Nnnhh... your hands, Ms. Katsuragi..."
"Call me Bob..." he grunted.
"Bob... your hands... play with me... hah..."
Her eyes were languid, lazily radiating waves of sex, commanding
him, and he was helpless, proceeding to do as she said, placing two on
her nipples, one at her anus, another at her clitoris, the rest massaging
her muscles, dancing across erotic pressure points such as the ones at
her neck, at her navel, and behind her knees...
"Wow. She's a natural. She's instinctively using proficient
sexcraft techniques to take control of him, and her endurance and
difficulty in achieving orgasm would make her nearly undefeatable. Maybe
I should recruit her into the Miroku clan..." Fubuki tapped her lips
with her left hand in thought as she absently began playing with herself
using her other hand (have to keep in top shape, after all).
Hiroe arched her back as she slowly lowered herself onto him, still
moaning as she savored the sensations from his fingers and the sensations
of being filled so completely. The musky smell of her scent mingled well
with the spicy odors of Bob's demonic lust, and it was driving her wild.
After years of frustration, she'd finally found someone who could
make her come - who cared if he claimed to be some kind of demon and
could apparently create lots of extra body parts on command? She'd
become a rather pragmatic girl since getting dumped by her boyfriend, and
she was determined to take what satisfaction she could get.
In a way, it was a plus that he was a demon. So many of her
friends had been attacked by demons, lately (apparently a common
occurrence in the neigborhood these days - a wonder there were any female
students left! And most of them were pretty, too!), and she'd actually
been rather envious as she listened to their tales of being assaulted by
huge, many-cocked wonders - ignoring the horror in their voices, as she
was curious to see if one of those monsters could help her with her
'problem.'
And, now, she had a demon of her own...
She tried not to buck too hard as she felt the first of the peaks
of 'The Clouds and Rain' take her, and she rode him as carefully as she
could, enjoying the rhythm her gasps made along with the slick sucking
sounds of his moving inside her clutching sex.
<This is so humiliating.>
Bob's eyes were closed as he concentrated on ignoring the
discomfort of his extremely worn-out body.
<I mean... a human girl is telling ME, a mighty demon of the vast,
perverted realm of Shikima, relative to the King himself, that she's
going to be gentle with me. Maybe I do deserve to be cast out.> "Hah,
nnh, nnnnng-gaaaahhhh..." <I can't hold out much longer!>
Fortunately, she eased herself off of him before he'd reach the
edge. Unfortunately, she wasn't finished, yet. She kneeled before him.
"From behind... Bob..."
She looked at him over her shoulder, and he couldn't refuse.
<By the soul of my great-uncle Wang! I don't believe it! She's
enslaving me! I thought only a trained ninja-girl could do this... I've
got to escape!>
Frantic, he did his best to distract her focus, plunging into her,
hard and quick, thrusting three fingers into the tighter passage behind
and simultaneously pinching as many of her pleasure centers as he could.
<I guess it's a good thing I got the extra hands instead of extra
feet or something!>
She screamed, her sweat-slicked form shuddering and twisting
beneath his sudden, concentrated attack.
<Now! While she's distracted! Fast-break!!!>
He ran.
"B-Bob, wait! I'm not done yet!"
Her frustrated voice faded into the distance.
---
Fubuki cursed, cupped her binos and disappeared in a blur.
---
Panting like a workhorse, he turned a corner.
"Damn that Hiroe! She's got to be a demoness with sexcraft like
that! What kind of practical joke is this?"
"Bob..."
Now that, he thought, paralyzed by the calling of his True Name
(with the proper demonic intonation which included syllables that simply
could not be produced by a human mouth), was the voice of a Demoness. If
he had sweatpores, he'd be building lakes.
With a swooping blur, he disappeared.
The blue-haired orgasm-deficient female turned into the corner.
"Bob? You've made me so... Bob? Bob-chan? Katsuragi-sensei?"
Looking behind her, the slightly dressed volleyball player pouted.
"If you think you can make me come and go like that... mysterious
and romantic as it may seem... you've got to be kidding." With a wistful
look, she whispered, "I know you head to toe... I know you..." she
touched a point, her womb, "... here."
---
They traversed the trees with a shadow's grace. "I don't know why
I ever got stuck with you."
Of course, she knew exactly why she was stuck with Bob.
"I can't even believe that you're full-blooded Shikima! You're
supposed to be able to do all this on your own. I thought that this type
of thing was in your blood!" She shook her head. "I was obviously
mistaken. To think that you're HEY!" Her surprise was at the disguise
Bob was using. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
The 14-odd-year-old boy she held rather roughly by the shoulder
shrugged, as though they weren't rushing through the branches at a
breakneck speed. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize!"
"Sorry." He shook his tight-cropped black hair, and bit on his lip
to stop the potentially endless cycle of meekness. "I just thought it
would be easier for travel."
"Don't explain yourself either!" Her wavy blonde hair streaked
backwards with a fury. Abruptly, yet completely, stopping, the female
ninja threw her charge at the tree trunk in front of her.
With ease, Bob planted his feet on the bark, standing perpendicular
to the stem. Bending backward, he saw her rush with daggers at ready.
Fubuki landed on the branch just below where the Shikima was,
missing him entirely. A trickle of blood flowed from a cut just below
her right temple.
Pushing herself directly above, she swooped to where he stood.
With three flips, he slashed at the strings holding the two triangles
which constituted her outfit, and pinned her onto the waiting branch.
The renegade ninja woman gritted her teeth as her spine met harsh
skin. Even disguised, he could easily take down any human female,
trained or no. "What are you waiting for?"
Bob planted his lips on hers.
Fubuki flipped the ersatz man, gripping the branch with her
powerful thighs. "What the hell did you do that for?!"
"S-sorry! I-I thought-"
"You will not make love to me!" Leaping down to the ground, Fubuki
roughly took the young boy's dick in her hand and pulled hard. "You will
not have sex with me! You will besmirch my virgin flesh and FUCKING RIP
ME OPEN!!"
Head bowed, the demon spoke. "Y-yes."
"STOP DOING THAT!" She tugged harder. "MUST I DO MMPH?!"
<I hate it when she nags.>
At that, Bob shoved the half-blooded warrior roughly to the ground,
disguise discarded. He covered her pouting lips with his mouth and swept
her gums with his tongue.
Fubuki forced her eyes open, ignoring the savor of the intrusion
into her orifice. The shaft of her student's tongue simulated the shape
and size of a largish penis, a move that she herself taught him. She
felt the bulb-like end of the protrusion ram the back of her throat, and
wrapped her own tongue around it.
She gave herself the pleasure of eyeing his cursed frame. A seven-
foot giant of a man, he was bare chested, smoothly skinned and obviously
well-toned. Other than the fact that he smelled completely of an unusual
blend of cinnamon and nutmeg, Bob's demonic form made for a prime example
of a human male; one which, Fubuki would never be forced to say, she was
extremely attracted to.
Taking advatange of the height difference, Fubuki wrapped her legs
around the small of his back. With both hands, she took the largish rod
of engorged flesh, and guided it to her descending posterior and into the
welcoming blossom of her soft and moist nether flesh.
Choosing to discontinue their oral caress, he knew that the gambit
was being played. Resisting her efforts to be pulled under her gyrating
pelvis, he flattened himself along her body, pressing her breasts against
the bottom of his ribcage. Digging his toes into the earth, he drilled
into her in a corkscrewing motion.
Fubuki moaned, the sensitized flesh of the walls of her sex oozing
with lubricant.
<Yes! The Flan of Victory is within my grasp!> Bob thought
deliriously, making swifter and harder thrusts with his organ of passion.
<Now, the coup de grāce!>
Calling upon the depths of the miasma of the Dark Soul, he
unleashed the seething depraved power of his Roots of Lust.
In an almost orgasmic release, he thrusted as deep as he could into
the ninja girl's grasping tunnel, and revealed the most dreaded
implements of rapture demonkind had to offer.
All across his skin, teeth broke out in sharp and gleaming rows.
"GAH! STOP!"
With effort (and avoiding the brace-clad fangs), Fubuki pushed
herself off of the Shikima. Bleeding in places, she fiercely aimed a
kick toward the demon's groin.
"You idiot! You bastard! You'll never make me come with those!"
"Dammit! I tried this time! The hands would have been better!"
An aura of red surrounded her body. "That's it! I'm through with
listening to your whiny excuses! No more pampering! You want teeth?
I'll give you teeth!"
An SD-Bob quivered in fear at the sight of Fubuki's demonic
transmogrification. "I'm sorry! No! Uncle! Stop! I promise to do
better! Mercy! Ouch! Don't bite! AHH!"
In a slightly masochistic sense, he kind of enjoyed being bitten
during this unnatural blowjob, but somehow, he knew that he had failed
yet again.
---
"Ikari-kun, you don't look too good. Did you get any sleep?"
"Ahh... Hah?" Bob murmured.
<Oh, yes. That's the name for this disguise of mine. Hata and
Komatsu were the only boys who would talk to me when I enrolled at this
high school.>
"What?" Bob murmured again.
Hatta repeated, concern in his dark eyes, "You don't look too
good."
The shorter one sneered, "Eh, that means our friend got LUCKY last
night! Who did you do 'C' with, Ikari-kun?!!" Komatsu winked.
Bob flushed in deep humiliation as he recalled how last night
ended. Having utterly debased and violated him, Fubuki had proceeded
with a burningly depressing tongue-lashing (the verbal kind) over his
inadequacies as a Shikima. "N-nobody..." He looked away.
"Eh, he's zoned out again, Hatta! He must be trying to remember
who he did it with last night!"
"Good Kami, Ikari-kun!" Hatta exclaimed, "were there so many that
you can't remember? Three? Four? Five? The entire female population
of the high school!"
Komatsu followed up with practiced skill, "Or, was it only one
after all, you sly devil..." he elbowed Bob lightly, "you did it with
Principal Hinako, didn't you?"
"Gaaah! Shut up! Everyone's looking at us!" Bob waved his arms
in the traditional 'Wah wah wah!' helpless-male-waving-his-arms rhythm.
"Whatever." Hatta easily shrugged off the looks of disturbed
repulsion the surrounding girls were giving them. "Anyway, Ikari-kun,
Komatsu and I are thinking about making our own ecchi cartoon! You know,
the kind with demons and such!"
"Oh, really..." Bob rolled his eyes.
"Yeah! I mean, come on, this high school's the perfect setting!
Lots of pretty girls, a principal who is a statuesque older woman half
the time and a little kid the rest of the time, lots of abandoned rooms
at convenient times, strange screams during the lunch period - it'd be a
snap! I mean, if we were living out one of those demon beast hentai
thingees, Ms. Katsuragi, the gym teacher..."
"She's hot, that one," Hatta interjected.
Komatsu continued, eyes gleaming in sexually frustrated juvenile
glee, "Yes, well, anyway, Ms. Katsuragi would be luring a hapless virgin
into some empty classroom at this very moment, only then revealing her
true nature as a monstrous, multiple-probosces-equipped demonic ravager
of young women!"
Bob muttered, "Yeah, shoulda tried to check for virginity first..."
"And, afterwards, that demon would take on a different form, since
Ms. Katsuragi would be easily identified! Why, the demon could be
walking among us right now, lying in wait for more prey!"
Hatta poked Komatsu's shoulder. "Are you sure it isn't YOU,
Komatsu? I know you're desperate to get into some girls' pants...
practically anyone's!"
"Bah, I do have some standards, Hatta! But what about Ikari-kun
here?"
Bob frantically shook his head.
Hatta replied, "Nah. Our meek and quiet little friend here? No
way. So what about it, Ikari-kun, you gonna help us animate our little
excursion into perversion?"
"I don't know about that sort of thing..." Bob murmured shyly.
"Hey, are you two trying to corrupt poor little Shin-chan again?"
The tall girl of the brown hair twisted their ears, causing them to
shriek in slightly gurly-mon voices.
Bob smiled. Not a particularly demonic smile. In fact, it was a
rather pleasant, young gentleman kind of smile. Actually, it was so
oddly wholesome that Fubuki groaned as she watched through her
binoculars. "You can let them go, Hikari-chan." She was the only human
female whom Bob could have a normal conversation with, and she was always
strangely nice to him.
"Yeah, heel, Class Rep," Hatta waved in supplication.
Hikari took a I-do-believe-you-think-you're-funny stance. "Yeah,
I'd like to 'heel' your face, hentai, no da!" followed with a "bida!"
With that, she turned back to Bob.
"What are you doing with that girl?" Fubuki tried to reposition
herself in her tree, but, no matter what she tried, Hikari had covered
the undercover trainee with her back. "Is he trying to hide...?"
Bob wondered whether or not Hikari was trying to hide him from
Fubuki. "Are you planning on something later, Shin-chan, no da?"
Hikari wondered why Shin-chan was moving so much. She shifted to
the left in a giddy manner.
Bob just stayed put, and tried to get Fubuki's burning words out of
his mind, since he didn't want to think about them, yet, and especially
since he didn't even come close to thinking that way about Hikari.
"Actually, I was planning..."
Hikari pouted, a subtle sign. "You have a date, no da?"
Hatta nudged Komatsu with an elbow. "Look, isn't that 'Little Miss
Frigid' over there?"
Komatsu nodded gravely. "So you heard, huh? Sumio said that they
used to do it every day, but she faked having orgasms. ALL the time."
Bob tried not to listen to the two perverts. "Why do you keep
ending sentences with 'no da'?"
Hikari blinked. "I do?"
Silence.
Hiroe walked on, trying not to notice the whispers of the well-
known freshmen perverts. She was too busy being depressed over hearing
the departure of Miss Katsuragi from the faculty.
<When, oh, when will I come again? Where will we meet again, my
demon of the night?>
She stopped short when something akin to a precursor to the big O
struck her.
Bob's Shikima nostrils fixed a scent which absolutely smacked of
sheer terror. "Uh, yeah, Hikari. Gotta go."
<He's here? My Bob is here?> Trying not to be obvious, she tilted
her pelvis forward, as though it was a divining rod for her next orgasm.
<No... not there. Oh! There? Is he one of those perverts?>
"Go?" Hikari sounded confused. "You've got a lunch date?"
Masking doubled disappointment, she notched up her enthusiasm level a
level. "Who is it, Shin-chan? Anyone I know?"
"Hey, look, Hatta! She's looking our way!" Komatsu ran a hand
through his hair in the coolest manner. "Ecchi rule #1: Sex comes easy
if you're a cool guy who knows the ropes."
Hatta shook his head. "I thought rule #1 was 'Demons are either
unnaturally large, or have a large number of penile projections.'"
Komatsu smacked him one on the nape. "No, you dork! Do you see
any demons nearby, huh?"
<She's walking closer...>
Hikari noticed the approaching bob-haired girl, and her eyes
widened. "Not Hiroe! You have a lunch date with HER?"
"W-what? Huh?" His glazed eyes finally focused on her. <Oh,
Kami...>
"Oh!" A few steps away from the group, Hiroe tripped as she felt a
powerful lurch in her loins...
She fell onto Bob's form in a way that Bob would have found
pleasant had he not felt such a primal terror at her proximity - they had
both fallen over, Hiroe on top, hips straddling Bob's, rapidly firming
nipples almost poking holes in his disguise's skinny chest. "K-
Katsuragi? Bob? It's you, isn't it?"
<Ummmh...> "Yes?" He was twitching almost painfully as he stared
into Hiroe's eyes.
"It IS you... I can feel it..." Hiroe whispered as she felt her
panties getting soaked.
<Aaaaaack! Gottarungottarungottarruuuuuun!!!>
As he leaped up, he realized a problem. He suddenly remembered
Fubuki's words at the end of her scolding: "Well, Bob... you've got one
more chance. Tomorrow, you have to rape that Hiroe kid, and THIS time,
she has to be the slave and not you... or ELSE!"
Meekly, he had replied, "Dare I ask... or else what?"
And, she had spoken... "OR else! And, don't think you can get away
from everything, because I'll be watching you, and so will several other
Shikima! You don't want to find out what'll happen if you don't make
good tomorrow!"
<Oh, crapper!> "S-sorry, Hikari," he whispered before he took
Hiroe's hand and the two of them began to run from his friends. <I won't
run away, I won't run away, I won't run away! I am leading her to a
convenient location, and then I, the mighty Bob, distant relative of King
Seikima, shall... uh... what was it... 'besmirch virgin??? flesh and
FUCKING RIP HER OPEN'... yeah, I think that's what Fubuki-sama said... I
just hope I get it right this time!>
"Shin-chan! Where are you going?" Hikari called out.
Hatta elbowed her lightly, "It's HIROE. Where do you think they're
going?"
Their voices faded into the distance.
"Shin-chan? Is that what you're called?" Hiroe murmured.
He ignored her, concentrating on controling his rising terror.
Being ignored didn't bother Hiroe much, as she somehow knew what
was going to happen next... and she smiled, even as the stain between her
legs spread to her skirt.
---
"So..."
Fubuki bowed her head. "He got raped. Again."
The behemoth before her merely turned his head.
"With all due, respect, sir, he doesn't learn. He can't."
He barely moved his mouth. "You're suggesting we forget about
him?"
"Exactly! Move on, give up... I want to get some real trainees,
sir..."
He didn't move.
"Fine."
Fubuki raised her head.
The throned demon stood. "I hereby decree that Bob be banished
from the realm of the Shikima." He turned to the shocked female ninja.
"Inform him that he has one day of freedom. After which, any Shikima
that sees him may kill him on sight."
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