Ok everyone this is my first fanfiction. I'm totally nervous!

WARNING: This story contains MATURE content including: foul language, gore/violence/brutality, adult situations and content, and just plain ridiculousness. Just sayin' I warned you! I'm a shock and awe kind of gal so if you want a normal smut, leave. Pairings are subject to change at moments notice and there is a twisted plot.

Any characters from Keroro Gunso (Sgt. Frog) do NOT belong to me and I take no credit in any of their awesome. Rena (future character) DOES belong to me and is an OC. Thank you.

Chapter One

Kururu Presents: The Original Plan

A quiet house during a quiet afternoon.

The Hinata residence hadn't had a single disturbance since everyone went about their daily duties and errands this morning.

Hinata Aki had long gone to her constantly demanding lifestyle, Hinata Fuyuki was gathering notes on the "howling in the sewers mystery" with his ever-present stalker Momoka, and the Keroro Platoon were off planning the grand invasion of Pekopon... again. Everything was normal... except for tension between two young adults.

He advanced upon her with growing nerves but obvious determination.

"Saburo..."

Hinata Natsumi grasped the doorway in her bedroom in disbelief, love-sick eyes wide in awe. Deep blue gazed hungrily at her pale skin, platinum hair shadowing the young man's brow as he advanced one foot into the entryway.

"Natsumi, Kururu told me... everything, " he took another timid step forward, forcing her further into her chambers. His arm came up to brace on the doorway, blocking her escape and leaning forward to meet her gaze "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Sabu-" her pleas were cut short as he pressed his lips against hers. The warm gesture was returned with a fondness she didn't know she could still possess, their curious tongues fighting for dominance, tasting each other with bodies pressed tightly together. Her mind swam with rapid arguments and objections, but were quickly silenced as Saburo's hands found their way across her trembling skin.

He ran strong fingers through her hair as the others shut the door desperately, returning to grasp at the troublesome cloth that hid her budding adult form from him. He pulled and tore until within a few short moments she was vulnerable to him, sprawled atop her sheets, eyes begging him to continue. A smirk played across his face. Advancing slowly he hovered over her, hands exploring every inch of her pinking skin, heat rising to unbearable levels and the both of them ready for more.

"This... Saburo this is my first time... I-" Silenced by a single finger placed upon her lips, she watched as he pulled a small trinket from his long discarded jeans. "The Reality Pen?"

"I've known about your feelings for me for some time now. I just wanted to make this perfect." He drew a quick square onto the bed sheets, lifting away a replica of a small white towel. A momentary gaze of confusion from Natsumi was replaced with understanding as he carefully lifted her legs to be placed on each of his shoulders, sliding the cloth beneath her to catch her lost innocence, saving the sheets from stains. "Let me take care of everything Natsumi. I owe you as much for ignoring it for this long..."

"Are you... ready?"

"Saburo... yes... I'm ready."

One hand slid down the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, trailing down to her womanhood, the soft folds already beading in anticipation. Saburo carefully inserted a single digit into her, moving around experimentally, his own flesh growing harder with every soft moan that escaped her lips. He moved to insert a second, pausing for a moment as Natsumi got used to the new fullness inside of her.

"I don't think I can do this," she said quickly. Her hands automatically went to protect her chastity, but a swift flick of the previously forgotten reality pen changed their course. "Wha- what?" Her wrists were now bound tightly together over her head, firmly fastened to the headboard. An experimental tug affirmed she was trapped with a near-raging Saburo between her legs.

"I'm sorry Natsumi, but I need this. You need this. Please..." Saburo slid his two fingers slowly back into her, flicking the Reality Pen away. His motions became more frantic as his patience wore thin. He began moving his fingers rapidly, scissoring in and out to stretch and tease her. Finally he couldn't take it anymore, pulling his fingers free and pushing his throbbing ignored member deep into her.

Her mouth wide in a forgotten scream, she felt the pain ride on a wave of heat throughout her entire body. A hot liquid escaped from within her, the product of her destroyed virginity, and fell to the towel placed below, staining it a deep red. Saburo slowly began to rock his hips, the pain subsiding as he coaxed the pleasure from deep inside with each full, slow thrust.

"Sa...Saburo," she moaned as her legs untensed, allowing her body to move with his, their pace growing faster and more frantic with every gesture. Sweat made skin slick and hot, adding a certain sensuality with the heightening fury of their love. She felt a new heat rising rapidly, threatening to break, but it felt so different from the first. It felt so good!

"Natsumi! I'm going to..." Saburo gasped as his own pleasure rose within him. His pace got faster and faster until it finally released, warm seed spilling into her. She moaned loudly as she came as well, her body gyrating from the new, intense feeling of pleasure.

The cloth restraining her wrists loosened as Saburo's body went limp. He flopped onto the bed next to her. She reached for him and he reached for her, molding into a warm embrace that followed her into a deep sleep.

Allowing the hidden red keronian to escape his hiding place by the curtained but open window upstairs without either of them noticing. Steam poured off of him in intense anger, fists balled so tight they drew blood from the palms. "...Natsumi..."

Saburo will pay. Only he can have her...

Saburo opened his eyes cautiously, checking to be sure Natsumi was still fast asleep next to him. He slowly pulled his arms away, swinging his legs to the floor and redressing quickly.

"Do you have it?" he heard from the hallway through a thin crack in the door. The door silently pushed open just enough to see into the hall.

"Yup." Saburo slid the soiled towel off of the bed and tossed it to the presence in the hall. "Had no problems doing this for you, but why get the sample that way? And why do you need DNA?"

"Kuuuuu ku ku ku ku kuuuuu..."

Next chapter coming very soon since this one was so short! I just don't like Saburo but this was a plot move...

Just trying to get everyone on the same page of what this is going to be like :p

Comment and such things fool!

Saburo is a dick.

I feel bad for Natsumi.

Giroro is livid!

And Kururu isn't playing around anymore... (epic foreshadowing)

[[How about votes. Should I make it longer?]]