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No Need For Tentacles!
Late one evening, a lone figure was busy typing away in his office.
As kanji and kana flashed on his monitor, he reviewed his handiwork with a
dissatisfied frown.
"Dammit, it's just not _ecchi_ enough."
Just then a handful of pretty girls stormed into the room.
"We're on strike," a tall ponytailed brunette spoke up.
The man looked up to her with a disbelieving stare. "What are you
talking about, Aya? Can't you see I'm busy here?" he growled.
"I'm serious. We're tired of living out your perverted sexual
fantasies!"
"Look, it's been a long day, so why don't you girls take a good long
sleep and we'll talk about it in the morning, okay?"
"No it's not OK!" a fiery redhead slammed her fist on the table.
"Calm down, Mariko-chan," whispered a bespectacled blue-haired girl.
"But Megumi, that jerk's been..."
The "jerk" was now convinced they meant business.
"All right, what's this about going on strike?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. We're not doing any more projects for
your filthy little company until we get a little more respect," the
irritated blonde huffed at him.
"Is that any way to talk to your producer, Machiko?"
"Some producer! All you do is milk all the money you can out of us
and work up more sicko hentai ideas!"
Turning his attention to the busty green-haired lady before him, he
said, "Atsuko, don't I pay you girls enough, is that it?"
"Oh, we get PAID? I haven't seen one red cent aside from your crummy
living allowance."
"Me neither," Machiko piped in.
Nervously he replied, "Um, what about the fringe benefits? Like you
get to have sex everyday."
"Like we _really_ enjoy tentacles going into every orifice of our
bodies. Are you too cheap to hire guys for us to make love with or
something?" Aya inquired.
"Not to mention making us do it with each other," complained Mariko.
"Now I can't get married!"
"But I like doing it with you guys," Machiko blurted out.
The other girls gave Machiko a strange look that shut her up.
"Well I sympathize with your concerns, but I really have to settle
my tax obligations so I'll be going to see my accountant now..."
He didn't notice Atsuko poised to strike with a bamboo sword...
As he came to, he noticed he was strapped to his chair.
"Isn't it great that we have all this bondage gear lying around?"
"Aya, this isn't funny."
"It's not supposed to be funny," smiled Megumi as she took off her
glasses. "You've been a baaad boy, and now we have to punish you."
Our victim started sweating when he noticed the strange markings and
candles on the floor. He vaguely recalled something similar being used in
the last production.
"Is it ready?" asked Atsuko.
"Yup," replied Mariko. "Now all we have to do is each add one drop
of blood to activate the spell."
"I don't like the sound of that..." our hapless producer muttered.
"But, do we _really_ have to use our own _blood_?" Machiko whined.
"What's one little drop of blood, compared to getting back at him?"
Aya countered.
"Good point."
As the five girls pricked their middle fingers with lancets over the
candle flame, Mariko and Aya recited a nearly unintelligible chant. As they
finished, a dark portal appeared over the smoke, slime-drenched tendrils
seeking it's prey.
"Feed him to the Overfiend," Aya announced.
"Come on girls, the next project will be a _romantic_ hentai game, I
swear!"
"We've heard _that_ before!" Atsuko glared.
"You can't do this to me! No! AHHH!" he screamed as the tentacles
dragged him through the portal as it sealed shut.
"Well, now what do we do with him gone?" Megumi asked.
"I know! Let's do some yaoi stuff," grinned Mariko.
"Yeah, we'll make a killing at the next Comic Market!" Machiko
agreed.
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