Countdown 00/Liftoff 01
Kotarou tried to shirk Chizuru off him, but to no avail, her enormous breasts were crushed against his tiny chest depriving him of any strength in his limbs, her face hovering above his with a gentle yet mischievous smile. You're so beautiful' he couldn't help thinking to himself, an awe coming over him. Kotarou knew Chizuru was sexy, that much was self-evident, but to him she was also beautiful, a description he used to refer to something he felt only he could see in her. Even now, to him, he could swear her face was giving off a faint glow, as if there was a light radiating from inside her, bathing him in warmth. A warmth which was quickly slipping down from his neck to his…unmentionables.
Chizuru giggled as her one free hand danced along the inner thigh of the boy, the other placed gently on his shoulder. With a slight shove she put him on his back, using gravity to her breast's advantage as she smothered him beneath them. For Chizuru the warmth he emitted was all the sign or permission she needed to continue. She had done this before for him and she would do it again, teddy bears could never provide her with the comfort she needed, she needed the feeling of someone wrapped in her arms.
"Chizu-nee," he moaned throatily, feeling an altogether not too unpleasant stirring in his nether regions. She could always do this to him, so easily, once it had made him feel weak, powerless and he had hated it, but now…how did he feel about it now? For a short while, following his return with the rest of Ala Alba from Mundus Magicus, he had gotten used to it, dare he say even began to like it, but today something was off…today he found himself distracted not by her heaving and easily visible bosom but rather by the card lying discarded on the table.
Chizuru didn't notice the way Kotarou was staring at the topic of their earlier discussion, her eyes were frozen on the adorable body before her, and her saliva already building up with the expectation of what would come next. She had raised a good boy.
"My, my, my has my absence been having such a bad effect on you Kotarou-kun? Has it?" Her words dripped like syrup but were laced with poison. Kotarou struggled to get free, but inside his heart he already knew it was far too late for escape. There was never escape from her, not if she really wanted him. Normally he would have blushed, he would have mewled, he would have done all those things she loved because…because…because he loved her. He knew it inside himself, even if for Kotarou, having been raised by little more than dogs, it was difficult to distinguish between the love of family or love of friends. For him this feeling, the flutter in his heart when Natsumi looked up to him as a hero or when Mei Sakura wanted to know if he could teach her about fighting, it was all the same and yet none of it compared to the surge he got whenever Chizuru just smiled at him. Approved of him. He wanted Chizuru to approve of him and the way he was.
"Does it look as tasty as ever Kotarou-kun?" Chizuru asked with a smile, her eyes closed as they often were when she was happy. Kotarou hadn't even noticed how she had slid one strap of her top down so low that her whole nipple was exposed and even though his body, on autopilot, was showing full appreciation of Chizuru's generous offer his mind was elsewhere. He knew this game, he knew this style, and he had been trapped in it enough times to know. But…but something would be different today. Today her beauty filled him only with bile!
Chizuru had her legs spread open over Kotarou, her breath growing heavy, blood rushed to her face as her mind began to tinker with all the little possibilities. Would Natsumi find them? What would Ayaka say if she saw something like this? What if she got pregnant? She had been off the pill over the holidays as a result of his absence and would have to make sure to control the nature of their interaction closely today. As always Chizuru felt only exhilaration at all the dangers surrounding her favourite boy. But intruding into her pleasant reverie of expectation was the realization that Kotarou's interest was not arrested upon her. 'Where is he looking', she pondered disappointedly, feeling as though he was not so much looking at her as through her. Unused to being so ignored, Chizuru opened her mouth to say something when all of a sudden the situation changed.
Kotarou growled. It was a deep and guttural noise which filled the entire room with its low quality. Chizuru could swear she heard the crockery behind her shake and the whole room seemed to move. She felt her nipples coming erect as a wave of goose bumps passed over her. The noise was like a spell and for Chizuru the world seemed to melt away for a while as she felt her eyes roll up. It was a wondrous noise, beautiful in its nature but ominous in its intent. And above all it was powerful. Before Chizuru could recover to her senses her world flipped upside down.
Chizuru was, momentarily, aware of Kotarou's hands upon her arms, then she was aware of herself in the air, her feet dangling off in nothingness as a feeling of dislocation overcame her, she saw the roof for a second and then…before she even understood what had happened she suddenly realised that she was lying on her stomach, on the floor, flat out, with Kotarou braced on top of her.
The moment passed awkwardly, unsure of what to expect, before shuffling off to find a more conservative room to inhabit. It left, and time resumed.
"Wh-a-t?" She mumbled in confusion, her head feeling as if someone had just dabbed cotton wool over it. Had something just happened she should have noticed? When did Kotarou…? Chizuru's mouth had not even fully formulated her first question when, without warning, she found her entire dress torn away in one sharp motion. There was a rush of cold which sent a shiver down her spine and then the feeling of two hands clamping like vices on her legs, holding them apart, stretching her small black panties to near snapping point. Again she thought, What? She moved to turn her head to look at him but this was quickly stifled…
"Kotarooooooo!" Chizuru's questioning statement got lost in one long moan as she suddenly felt the tongue of her favourite dog boy drive itself into her slit through her panties. Chizuru's head went out of her control and she got only a glimpse of the boy before her face was turned forward and stretched up as she felt the pleasure surging through her.
"You always had such a sensitive snatch didn't you Chizu-nee," the dog boy sneered in a most uncharacteristic tone, his face etched with a dark sneer, a snarl building up at the back of his throat. It was different today; he felt no gentleness, no warmth, and all he felt was cold, cold and angry. His hand tightened around her right leg, holding it up at a further angle, his tongue pushing the resistance of her fabric underwear aside, entering her little sea. Chizuru tried to focus again, surprised by the sudden seizure of the initiative from her, but Kotarou was making it impossible with his tongue.
"Kotarou? What?" Was all she was able to gasp out before another spasm overtook her, her eyes growing wide, as her mouth hung open with her tongue pushing out. Kotarou had by now let go of her leg and was down on all fours, pushing his face further into her opening, his tongue licking it deeper and deeper. It was at times like these that Chizuru praised the fact that the boy had a tongue like a dog. It continued to explore and fill the spaces of her opening, like a little slimy thing, wriggling just inside of her.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Chizuru moaned, her confusion dissolving away into joy. She wasn't used to this game but she was more than happy to try it out. Normally she would have expected a little more foreplay to be necessary to coax a reaction out of Kotarou but clearly today something was different.
And so it was. Kotarou had enjoyed watching the wriggling and passionate noises of Chizuru whilst she had been in disarray; he had felt a surge of energy flowing into him as he watched her like a helpless animal squirming before him, incapable of even finishing a sentence. But now she was enjoying it. Her moans had turned into words and she was egging him on, her head craned higher as she tried to look to the roof with a smile, and her body was encouraging him to go deeper and deeper. The surprise of the action had initially left Chizuru speechless. She was always the experienced partner between the two so she was used to the role of instigator and also setting the tempo. She was now relishing the licking Kotarou was giving her but was by no means speechless. She had far more experience at this then he did.
"Good boy! Lick it like a good doggie! So good!" Chizuru gave a small squeal to emphasize her words, her fingers brushing through the carpet as her eyes closed again and let her tongue come out further, savouring the sensations. Kotarou, behind her, growled a bit into the vagina of his lover, irritated for some reason by the way she was enjoying his ministrations. He attempted to pick up his tempo, trying to go further in, trying to make her scream, to make her stop talking. 'Stop talking!' He thought to himself as his snarl was muffled.
Kotarou pulled out, leaving a moist hole glistening back at him, Chizuru's moans dissolved into pants as she breathed shallowly for a while, waiting for something to happen next.
"Already had enough Kotarou-kun?" Chizuru turned to face Kotarou who knelt behind her. She remained flat out on the floor, craning only her face to look at him, a casual and sensual smile covering her features. Kotarou was still panting when she asked, his whole chest felt stiff, not warm but not cold, just tight and contracted, as if he had asthma. His fingers clenched on to his knees, leaving holes in the fabric of his pants, sharp nails digging into his exposed flesh. He felt like his heart was going to pop out, like an enormous pressure was suddenly building up, and he couldn't figure out why.
Chizuru looked at her dog boy with a raised eyebrow. Normally she wouldn't have expected such a strange experience. He just pounced on her, licked her for a good few minutes, and then was done. It wasn't a normal experience and left her feeling a distinct need in her own genitals. But she was drawn to the same feeling of uneasiness she had sensed just before they had begun, except this time she had a chance to study it. Kotaro was bunched up; his shoulders hunched forward and his arms and hands clenched tightly. His head was also facing into his chest as if he was trying to curl up on his knees. His body shook with what at first might of looked like exhaustion but, considering the type of training he could normally got through, couldn't possibly be fatigue. No, he was shaking with something else and for some reason he was hiding his face. Even his teeth were grinding against each other loud enough for Chizuru to hear. Something was definitely wrong.
"Kotarou-kun are you okay?" Chizuru asked gently, drawing herself up so that she was facing Kotarou, her dress forgotten on the floor, her face creased with paternal concern. 'Why was she always so beautiful?' was all Kotarou could think. Blood was pounding in his ears and his heart was filled with a lump of iron. 'Something isn't right…why can't she…why can't she…
"Rub that stupid smile off your face!" Kotarou shouted as he leapt towards Chizuru. Chizuru just noticed a flash of black before a colossal force impacted upon her. This time there was more than simply a feeling of dislocation. There was pain. Chizuru let out a yelp of genuine shock as her body was suddenly lifted up and she was placed flat on her back. Chizuru only noticed after she felt the bristles of the carpet tickle her exposed skin that in the brief interim period she had had all her remaining clothes removed from her. What little remained of Chizuru's clothes were now shredded pieces of fabric, not stripped, but torn off of her. Now she was worried.
"Kotarou what are you doing?" Chizuru blurted out, raising her head to look at the boy, bewildered by the strange almost wild behaviour he was exhibiting. What Chizuru saw hovering above her was something totally unexpected. Although it was true that Chizuru was now aware of the magic going on around her and of the fact that Kotarou was far from a normal boy she had not quite expected her beloved little boy to turn into an enormous shaggy black dog. Kotarou was currently in some between state, his face and hands were still distinctly humanoid, but the rest of him closely resembled his full form. His tail lashed behind him with an ominous thud, smashing the small table behind it in half, as a powerful gust of warm air escaped what could now only be described as Kotarou's slavering jaws. Bulging muscles made the form look all the more appealing whilst his extended appendage, no longer hidden by the clothes he had burst out of, swung between his legs. Chizuru gulped, one hand slowly moving her hair to the back of her head, her eyes glued to the sight before her.
'That's right, take it all in, take in the fear' Kotarou thought in his head, observing the slow parade of reactions across Chizuru's face. He flexed his claws, making a show of their sharpness, his teeth growing to resemble ferocious fangs as his eyes narrowed to slits. His heart was pumping and his blood was boiling. He had never felt like this except in a fight. 'A fight' he thought, waiting for an opening.
The look of consternation which had overtaken Chizuru's face was soon overtaken by something else. At first it was confusion, surprise was evident throughout of course as she had never seen a werewolf like creature, and then it was curiosity. Yet all these soon melted away to reveal something else; a smile which only be described as coy.
Kotarou's eyes widened. This was not the reaction he was hoping for. His lashing tail quieted down as he saw Chizuru come into a sitting position, her eyes locked with his, the light of her smile shining onto him. 'No, what is she doing?' Kotarou thought to himself, his previous tension evaporating. Chizuru seemed to notice the sudden hesitance in Kotarou's posture, taking advantage of it to crawl towards him on her knees, seemingly unbothered by the fact that she was totally naked. For Kotarou this was immensely arousing and, being naked, he couldn't even try to hide the enormous erection he was now getting. With each slink of her arms Chizuru's ample breasts bobbed, her ass wobbled, and her smiling face came closer to his. It was too much to bear and Kotarou let loose a groan, transfixed, falling into a sitting position with a tremendous crash as he ejaculated prematurely. In the few seconds it took for him to be able to focus again Chizuru had already outdone her previous levels of erotic behaviour. Like an animal at a watering hole the girl was lapping up some of the spilled semen off the floor, smudging her face with it, as her tongue tried to draw up as much of it as she could.
Before this display Kotarou felt powerless. The fighter's poise he had been experiencing earlier left him as he felt as vulnerable as ever in her presence. More vulnerable than normal actually.
"Chizu-nee," he groaned, unable to keep staring at the sight, as he averted his eyes and looked to the roof, already feeling his penis springing back to attention. 'Why is she not scared? What am I doing wrong? Why is she enjoying this?' Kotarou thought, stumped, as to why his beast mode had seemed to make no difference to her playfulness. Even his forceful treatment of her seemed to go unnoticed. Kotarou couldn't understand why she wasn't getting scared but, more importantly, he himself still wasn't sure why he wanted her to be scared.
"Kotarou," it was a whisper which came alarmingly close to being just a gasp, Kotarou swung his head back down to find Chizuru in front of him, her hands slowly approaching the sides of his face, her eyes glazed with some strange expression he couldn't quite grasp. 'Why is she mocking me?' he thought, trying to move back from her, to leap to his feet and escape however…
"Kotarou-kun? Why do you look so sad?" He was paralysed by the gentleness of her voice, rendered immobile, speechless, and powerless. 'I'm a weakling' was all he could hear inside his own head as her voice worked its magic and Kotarou remained frozen to the spot, staring with terror at the approaching hands and face of Chizuru.
Chizuru herself felt strange. She hadn't noticed it at first but now she was certain. Something was bothering the boy; something was making him act strange. Chizuru wasn't sure what it was and for some reason she felt he didn't want her to know. Faced with the unknown Chizuru did what she always did…she mothered.
Her arms circled around his back, brushing the luxurious, dark fur, her face came closer and closer to his, their lips inching together, her chest grinding against his, his anxiety and tension washing through into her like a palpable force as she felt the tenseness of his muscular form beneath her fingers. Kotarou closed his eyes, not wanting to see hers, feeling as his body relaxed from her cool attention, and feeling her lower torso slowly moving against his erect cock as she drew him closer and closer into her full embrace. This was a position they had been together in many a time, like a mother and son, yet far more intimate. Kotarou could feel the familiar warmth it gave him, could feel himself growing reassured. Chizuru was already magical, to him at least, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Only she could make him feel like this, make him so calm, so happy…and so sad.
Without resistance she eased him onto his back, his head gliding into the cavity once occupied by the broken table. As his body glided lower so his animal features retreated, his fangs shrinking, his tail receding and his fur giving away to pink flesh. To an external observer it was like the taming of a wild animal, seduced by the purity of beauty, slowly turning from animal to man, as if in a fairy tale. Yes it was the type of happy ending a fairy tale might have enjoyed but this was no fairy tale.
As Kotarou's head reached the floor and his body lay flat on its back, Chizuru braced above him, he dared to open his eyes and saw, forgotten amongst the broken crockery…that card. 'What if I don't want a happy ending? What if I don't want to be reassured?' thoughts argued for attention in the back of his mind. Kotarou was an idiot, he would readily admit as much, but he was also a complicated idiot, and there was no feeling more complicated than that of trust.
"Feeling better now?" Chizuru asked sweetly, stroking the tip of Kotarou's nose with her finger in a gesture of affection. She wasn't sure why Kotarou had seemed troubled. To her his happiness came first and so she wanted him to know he was safe with her. She would give him some time to calm down before prying any further, she didn't want to accidentally hurt him more, for now she was content to simply be the love he needed. Communication was always difficult between those who were close. The closer they were the more severe a slight misunderstanding might be. One small mistake might wound deeply without ever realizing or meaning to. Thus Chizuru made the most innocent of mistakes.
"bitch" Kotarou mumbled something under his breath, his eyes turning to stare into Chizuru's with…anger, no that was wrong, more like vengeance.
"What?" Chizuru's mind stopped for a moment as she tried to remember when the Kotarou she was pinning had become a stranger.
"I said BITCH!" There was a roar, a flash of darkness, and then there was no more foreplay. Chizuru had enough time to contemplate to herself that Kotarou did not seem to be playing a game as she had thought, before everything exploded.
The situation from a purely physical description was thus; Kotarou now stood in his full beast mode, before him Chizuru was laid flat on her stomach in the debris of the table, her legs were held wide apart by the powerful forelimbs of Kotarou whilst his penis speared into her open hole. Chizuru's arms lay splayed before her and her face was a contorted mask of pleasure and desperation, feelings like concern and such fighting a losing battle to the sheer joy she was having. Kotarou plunged as much of his length into her as he could, again and again, in and out, with a ferocity and savagery he reserved for battle. This day there was no constraint.
"Take it! Take it! Take it! Take it!" Kotarou shouted in a deep and feral voice, emphasising each statement with a hard thrust, feeling the maelstrom of bile and emotion spooling out of him with each motion. But for what little better he felt was nothing compared to the darkness building up inside him. With each thrust he felt something leave him and felt a little dirtier on the inside. Although the motion of his penis in and out of Chizuru's vagina left him feeling like he wanted to puke, with each swing in and out it felt a little easier. He could feel himself getting used to it little by little. He could feel himself liking it little by little.
Chizuru's own response was an incoherent babble of moans, groans and shrieks. Although she may have been in control before this time she could not even control her own voice. 'My God! It's like a fucking spear!' Her thoughts were beyond her control, growing dirty and perverted, her hands clenched wildly at everything they could, whilst her eyes swum inside her own head, making it impossible to see. There was no stopping.
"You moan like a whore, I should have noticed earlier, that is what you are after all," Kotarou sneered, his eyes looking down condescendingly at the writhing form of Chizuru. 'Whore, yeah' he liked saying it to her.
"I-i-I'm n-not a-a-a-" Chizuru stuttered between exclamations, her voice trembling as if in exhaustion, the sheer pace of the sex was too much for her and she could feel a climax approaching already, absurdly quickly. Her whole body was already beginning to shiver, sheen of sweat covering it, as if she had just emerged from a pool. She didn't understand what was wrong. She hadn't known her Kotarou could act like this. Her heart felt heavy with sadness which was being sullied by pleasure. She didn't like it but she wanted to find out was wrong with him. She was certain she could outlast him.
"'Not a what'? Speak up bitch, I can't hear you? Only whores can't talk when there having sex, cause their little whore brains can't handle anything else," his voice was cruel and evil, filled with malice and spite. In his heart he felt sickened by his own voice but impotent to stop. Kotarou felt like an observer, watching from a faraway place as someone else humiliated his Chizu-nee. But this was simply a lie, a convenient escape; it was his feelings of hate, his indescribable tumult of emotion which was driving his own body further and further.
"I-i-'m n-not a-"Chizuru was struggling but slowly gaining ascendancy. Her hands remained firmly locked in place, as if representing her decision to stand her ground. She focused her eyes, blotting out the fluids already escaping her snatch, gritting her teeth as she summoned all her will power, mixed with her anger to say:
"I am not a whor-", but her declaration was cut short as she came.
With an ear splitting scream she came, Kotarou released into her at the same moment, copious amounts of semen shooting forth, mixing with her own liquids, dripping out of her sopping snatch.
"N-no Kotarou-kun, it's too much, I'll get pregnant for sure," she mumbled dazedly, her tongue lying outside her mouth, her eyes wide and glazed like a deer caught before a predator.
Chizuru tried to breath, to regain her strength in the brief reprieve but there was no reprieve. Without even waiting to recover Kotarou already began again, his penis growing rigid illogically fast, assisted by his magical prowess, sliding in and out of Chizuru again.
"No, please enough," Chizuru mumbled dazedly, looking behind herself with a panic-stricken face, arms spasming from exhaustion, her chest heaving with each breath. She felt like she was dying inside. This was too much, this was too far, and she felt actual concern. But all her concern revolved only around him 'Why are you so sad Kotarou-kun'.
"Ah, did the whore think she was done? But a whore is just supposed to serve, hasn't he already taught you that!" 'Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!' gone was any thoughts of Chizuru's approval, washed away by the muddy waters surging in his heart; instead they were replaced by a new realization. Need! When he had thought that he had wanted Chizuru's approval he had been lying to himself; he needed it! And now he felt like it had been taken away forever so all he could think to do was…'I'm a horrible person, I'm a failure, I'm a loser, I'm a pathetic sidekick to someone much better than me,' were the real thoughts behind the masquerade of hatred. But as so often with those who felt hurt, Kotarou wanted to imagine he was a prisoner and so he dulled the pain with hate for those he loved.
"Cry Chizu-nee, cry out for him, scream like a good bitch, do it or I won't stop! Tell me how you really feel, tell me you hate me! Tell me I'm second-best, scream it like a bitch, and let everyone hear you!" He was commanding her! Something that he had never done in his entire life, something which, if he had been told he one day would, he would have flat out not believed it. His hands released her legs, watching them flop to the floor to join the rest of her body in squirming. His claws seized the ass of the girl, digging in with sharp claws and leaving red welts, eliciting a yelp of pain from her. 'I'll make you mine! I'll break you! I'll punish you! The wicked must be punished!'
"And you are a wicked temptress!" Kotarou howled, releasing into her again, feeling her own body wracked by yet another orgasm, her arms and legs now lying simply lame by her side, her head slumped to the floor, drool flowing out of it.
For Chizuru the world was one moment stretched out infinitely. Her senses had blurred together into one overpowering experience; ecstasy. Her brain felt like it was on fire; her mouth flapped like a fish's with no sound coming out but whines and shrieks of joy. Thinking was becoming difficult, a haze threatened to consume her every thought, every little thing that went on behind her face. She couldn't tell the difference from one orgasm to another, an overpowering exhaustion rendered her mute and weak, she was desperately trying to summon up what little strength she had left just to think coherently. But it was failing.
He had her at his mercy now, she was twisting and turning like an animal possessed, she was like a big juicy piece of meat. 'But it's not enough' he wanted her to suffer more than this; he wanted her to be conscious of her suffering, of her punishment. So Kotarou decided to take his game to another level. With a rapid motion accompanied by a snarl, he pulled himself out of Chizuru, unconcerned by the rapidly expanding pool of fluids and the very real threat of pregnancy. For Chizuru it was like someone had just blotted out sensation. She let a brief scream escape her lips before she lay numb for a while, trying to handle the sudden loss of overwhelming feeling, her eyes rolling back into her skull, her heart pumping blood far faster than it should have. Kotarou was used to physical exercise enough to know that Chizuru was in a very real state of exhaustion and would probably collapse if he didn't begin slowing things down. 'Perfect' he sneered to himself inside his head.
'I have to say something now, he must also be tired, I have to speak now!' Chizuru though urgently in her head and, in a testament to her own willpower, slowly began to, with shaky elbows braced upon the floor, raise herself up. Kotarou stared flabbergasted, his mind incapable of comprehending what was occurring, 'how does she do it? How can she keep getting up like this? I can see she's on the brink of collapse, who does she think she is fooling?' His mind pondered incredulously.
"Kotarou-kun…" Chizuru's face was turned to look at him now, semen was still dotting it from her earlier meal, and her hair was messy and disorganised, some of it flopping over her right eye. Sweat made it look like she was covered in a glistening sheen and a trail of saliva was visible from her mouth all the way down to her chin. The sight was…disturbing, to see his Chizu-nee look like she had just been fucked by an animal made him feel…dirty. Inside his heart the filth he had thought he was becoming used to suddenly felt all the more alien again. Kotarou couldn't help himself; he began to salivate. What made her so wonderful?
"Kotarou-kun…"
'Here it comes' he thought in anticipation, his arousal growing as he waited for the vitriolic rant of hatred he must of engendered, he couldn't help but grin toothily, like the big bad wolf of folk tale, there was no way she wouldn't be angry with him, no way she wouldn't run off to him!
How little he knew.
"Why, why are you crying?" Chizuru's words were struggling to come out, she was still exhausted, and supporting her entire body weight on her arms when they felt like jello took almost all her remaining strength. Trying to speak, and trying to make her emotions clear through her voice on top of that, took away desperate air she needed in her lungs. Yet she did it anyway.
"Wh-what?" Chizuru's words cut through him like a sword. He felt himself stumble, the enormous black dog comically backing away from the school girl, his face staring with disbelief. 'I'm not crying, I'm not crying' he thought, shaking his head slightly from side to side, his eyes wide. Chizuru just stared back at him, her breathing growing more rhythmic as she regained her stamina, her eyes glistening with strength. She was glowing again, just like before, glowing like a light in the dark. His black fur bristled, as if it was burning under that glow. He was the darkness and she was the light. She was threatening him, threatening to expunge him, to chase him out of the nooks and crannies it was his lot to inhabit. If he was the shadow then she was the sun whose approach made him grow and wither at the same time.
As if in slow motion Chizuru drew herself up to her full height, one wobbly leg straightening after the other, almost collapsing under her own weight once or twice, her eyes remaining glued to Kotarou's the entire time. It was unbelievably regal, nakedness notwithstanding. Even with sexual liquids dripping from her vagina down her thighs, and semen of a would-be-rapist staining her features, she still looked like a queen. Like she was in control. Her face radiated composure and calm and not a look of fear or uncertainty remained, they had all been wiped away with such little effort that Kotarou wondered if she had ever been worried during their sex.
"Kotarou-kun something is wrong and you will tell me now!" Her voice alone made him feel small. Even though he now towered above her it was her looking down upon him. His tail hung between his legs and his eyes couldn't escape hers. He was in awe, there was no other word for it, and he could only imagine this was something like what Van Graaf had felt when she stood up to him multiplied by a hundred. 'She's beautiful!' And it was true. And God did it hurt him.
Chizuru's hand suddenly stretched out, slowly, coming to rest upon his face, right below his one eye, stroking the fur there gently. He started, pulling back from her, his body moving of its own accord, trying to escape the inevitable guillotine that would be her hug. Chizuru let him pull back, her face merely creasing with sadness as she looked at her hand. She paused for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing as she stared at something on her fingers. 'What is she looking at' Kotarou thought, his eyes attentive to the slightest change in posture, the slightest indication of attack. 'Attack? What am I thinking, this is Chizu-nee, she can't attack me' were what his thoughts were saying to him but his body continued to be on guard.
"Look," was all Chizuru said as she extended her fingers to show him what she had been looking at. Kotarou initially saw nothing, just some wetness on the tips as if she had stuck them in water, nothing special or unique considering the amount of fluids she was already dripping with. But, unfortunately for him, his well-developed sense of smell was able to pick out far more discerning details. 'It smells like…a tear?' the thought formed slowly in Kotarou's mind, as if unwilling to really expose itself.
"See, you are crying," Chizuru said, her voice pained with anxiety and care, her eyes growing misty with sympathy, tears welling up in them, her hand outstretched to Kotarou in a plaintive gesture, as if begging him to take it. The curtain was now slowly lifting from Kotarou's mind and he became aware of the feeling of moistness on his cheeks, of wetness trailing across his fur. He became aware of his tears. He had no idea for how long he had been crying, maybe it had been the entire time, and all he knew was that he couldn't stop them.
"W-what, n-no!" Kotarou spluttered, stumbling over his own feet as he rubbed at his eyes, trying to erase all his tears before Chizuru could see them. But it was not use. Like a leaking water faucet the tears continued to flow down his face. 'Stupid! Stupid! I promised I would never cry again!' Kotarou's hate welled up again, finding a new target to vent itself upon.
"Stupid!" he tried to roar but even his voice was growing shaky and insecure, like that of a ten-year old. His one paw smashed the side of his own face as he tried to make the tears hurt. Blind rage prevented him from acting sensibly as the all-consuming desire to hate his situation turned into an impulse for self-destruction.
"Kotarou-kun no! Why are you doing this, please stop!" Chizuru cried out desperately, rushing up to his side and grabbing his one hand. She clung on to it for dear life, using all her strength to keep it from hitting him again.
"Why? Why? I don't understand Kotarou-kun? Why are you so sad?" Her voice was pleading and her own tears were now coming down to, sobs wracking her still exhausted frame. Despite this she still found strength to keep his arm in place, feeling like her lungs might burst from the exertion at any moment. But the pain was like a distant dream, her sadness was enveloping everything.
Even Kotarou was becoming enveloped by that sadness. He hated everything and everyone around him, but Chizuru just made herself such an easy target to vent himself on. He pushed Chizuru onto the floor again before proceeding to slap her ass with his hand. The poor girl cringed, the welts made from his earlier claw marks now burning under the stinging slap, her tears flowing. But she didn't make a single sound. No matter how much it hurt Chizuru stubbornly refused to scream or speak. She bit her bottom lip till it bled and yet still not a single noise came out of her throat.
Kotarou felt his hand move back and forth, back and forth, hitting her again and again. He wanted to hear her groan like an orgasming animal again, wanted to hear her shriek and beg for more. He wanted her to behave like one of those heroines in an eroge-game, the ones who if they saw a big enough penis they just automatically became sluts, the ones who would betray any man if they found someone who could make them feel better. But reality was not like that and for Chizuru there was no pleasure. She just kept her vigil, even has her ass began to glow red with pain, she merely bit her lip tighter and tighter.
"Why? Why did you make me cry? This is your entire fault? You and…and," Kotarou's voice was abandoning him to and with it went his strength. After a few last half-hearted spanks he sank to his knees, feeling his beast form collapse around him, his own skin against the cold carpet, his own small arms hanging limply by his side, his own pathetic tears and snot covering his face.
"You…you…that stupid…" his heart had burst. The hate was just too much and like a surging tide had broken the dam of his heart. He felt hollow, empty, as if all the previous feelings had just been some temporary fit of madness. As the emotion left him so the colour drained out of him too and he stared with glassy eyes off into nowhere, his chest rising slowly with each breath.
Chizuru moved before he even had time to think, instantly locking the boy in a hug he didn't deserve, as she stroked his hair like a mother. It made him want to wretch again but he didn't have the strength to even try.
"Kotarou-kun, Kotarou-kun, Kotarou-kun," Chizuru whispered over and over again, her voice hypnotic, as she clutched him to her chest.
"Why?" Kotarou eventually choked out, breaking the silence, sniffing as his tears fell afresh.
"Why do you love him more than me?"
"Kotarou-kun what are you talking about?" Chizuru's voice was honestly worried, her expression as she leaned back to see Kotarou one of misery, yet unlike Kotarou there was still strength behind it. Although her eyes too were red from weeping they still shone with concern whilst his merely floated in his head like glass balls.
Kotarou made a single gesture, bringing his hand up, unfolding to show what lay in its palm. A pactio card. Her pactio card.
What happened next seemed to unfold like the climactic scene of a movie. Noise seemed to die down and become muted as the entire world blurred for Kotarou into a single experience. The differentiation of smell from the other senses vanished and everything became simultaneously more perceptible and less perceptible. Kotarou desperately searched her face for some, any, indication of thought or feeling. But there was nothing. Just painful nothing. Her face remained blank the entire time, just staring at the card, her eyes betraying nothing. It was like staring at a statue. Eventually she moved.
In one fluid motion, which seemed to happen so quick that Kotarou only became aware of the fact after it had already happened, Chizuru's hand flew from her side to smack Kotarou right through his face. He stood stunned, a dull pain burning his cheek, but transfixed by Chizuru. Her entire body burned with anger and her eyes were like flint striking tinder, sparks flying from it threatening to ignite his entire body.
"You did this over a Patcio?" Her voice was quiet yet sharp, like a stiletto knife slipping into the soft tissue between the ear and neck, cutting to the core, causing Kotarou to suddenly feel like someone had physically injured him.
"Pactio," he emotionlessly corrected her, incapable of getting out the words he really wanted to say, his throat feeling like it was full of sand. How did he get here?
"Whatever! Why would you get so worked up about a silly little card? If it upset you so much why didn't you just say so?" More than anger Chizuru's features just radiated sheer disbelief now. She couldn't comprehend how something so small and meaningless could have caused such a reaction. She thought Kotarou had been mature, but how could she reconcile that with this kind of behaviour?
"But, but, y-you k-kissed him-"
"I kissed him? So? I kiss you to? I-" Chizuru suddenly stopped mid-sentence, her face filling with a terrible sort of realization as she stared down at Kotarou, her eyes growing cold and lifeless.
"You think I like him more than I like you?" The question was metallic; cold, firm and sharp and Chizuru was already sure she knew the answer. All Kotarou could do was hang his head, his heart felt like it was stuffed with iron and pulling him into the floor, he just wanted to vanish forever.
Without fanfare Chizuru suddenly brushed past Kotarou, picking up what little of her clothes remained, pointedly refusing to look at him. Silence sat thick between the two as she did this, before moving to the bathroom, clearly intending to clean herself off. At the door to the bathroom she paused and looked over at Kotarou with a look which could only be described as disapproval.
"Perhaps it is you who do not love me, for if something as small as this causes you to believe I have betrayed you in some way and am deserving of rape, then you clearly never fully understood the magnitude of my feelings for you," and with that she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her, and the running of water drowning out any sound Kotarou could pick up from the other side of the room.
Kotarou sank to his knees and remained there.
Mephiles: Just a quick technical note before I bridge into some personal ranting; This will form part of a series of chapters which will revolve on the one hand about the moments which lead up to this (the Countdown aspect) and on the other hand to the repercussions of this moment (the Liftoff aspect).
Firstly about this chapter I must state that Kotarou is the bad guy, so please nobody try to defend his actions. Although he is my favourite character, since Fate is now a near Mary-Sue, and I am primarily writing this to to be sympathetic to Kotarou it does not change the fact that what he did was wrong and that Chizuru is possessed of saintly understanding in this chapter. But this will be looked at more in the rest of the story.
Now for my rant. I made this chapter primarily because of severe disappointment. I am not, and never will be most likely, a fan of harem stories. Negima was the one exception to this rule because, to my shock, there were so many other pairings. Not only did Fate and Kotarou have their own mini-harems but even possible beta couples for people like Ako were set up in the Magical World Arc. Thus I actually enjoyed the Negima story and followed it quite attentively. Then chapter 340 happened and I must, unusually for me, use storng language to define it. SCREW KEN! Why the hell does Negi still have to make pactio's with everybody when Kotarou and Chizuru have a mountain of canonical interaction and Chizuru and Negi have barely ever spoken to each other! I mean seriously I assumed the point of introducing Kotarou's ability to also make pactios would inevitably lead to his formation of one with Chizuru if it were necessary. The entire chapter also grates at me because I don't understand how Negi agreed to it. Generally he is reticent to make pactios with the girls unless their lives are in danger, they really force it upon him by waiting for him to be asleep or black mail or, the Magical World Arc example, to turn them into little warriors. So why does Chizuru, who he is only interacting with because her family is rich, exactly need a pactio? I swear the worst part about it is that people may use it as evidence for some bizarre Negi/Chizuru shipping when the entire chapter still implies Kotarou/Chizuru is more likely. I personally have to admit that I liked this couple but was not particularly crazy about them until now. I seriously hope that Chizuru and Kotarou still have scenes together in chapters to come and they better make a pactio with each other. So yeah, ignore this part if you want to, this is just for my catharsis. If anyone reading this ever meets Ken though, or somehow can talk to him, give him a smack for me and tell him to make Kotarou and Chizuru make a pactio with each other. Yeah Catharsis.