Ready, Aim, Miss?

Kagome's mouth was SOOOO close to the head of his cock that Sesshoumaru couldn't stop his cock from getting hard, or throbbing right in her face. The miko sighed in annoyance and gripped it, causing him to groan. His eyes closed, because if felt good, but then he heard the soft sound those tweezers made when they clamped down, and prepared for the pain.

This was not how it was supposed to be.

All of her life, Kagome had all these fantasies about sex. Yes, the frantic, lusty fuck against the tree appealed to her, but only until Sesshoumaru got his dick stuck in the tree trunk and came on those poor squirrels, who she now suspected were blinded by having his cum sprayed on them. They were running around running into things, making frightened noises.

Instead of collapsing onto the ground with him after an orgasm, she was crouching on the ground, digging splinters out of his cock.

"Stop moving!" she complained when it twitched again.

"It moves on its own. Don't squeeze it so hard," he growled.

The miko groaned in irritation. "I have to squeeze it hard because it keeps moving!"

"It is moving because you are squeezing it!" he answered in exasperation.

Silently, Mokomoko placed the bewitched birth control pills back in Kagome's bag. Whatever modern medicine could do was nothing compared to what medieval witches could. Kagome would know that when she was fat with pup, which would happen whether she wanted it or not. Grandpups would be his!

Mokomoko poked around the tree just in time to see Kagome pull the final, worst splinter from Sesshoumaru's penis. The taiyoukai howled, and started to cum right in Kagome's face.

The miko closed her eyes as a spurt of semen hit her right on the eyelid, and grumbled, "Thank you, Sesshoumaru."

Mokomoko slithered right to them, unsure of what happened. Sesshoumaru barely pulled up his hakama when Mokomoko appeared, looking around curiously, and sniffing.

There was semen in the tree, semen on the little blind squirrels, and semen on Kagome's face, but none in the one place it belonged. Mokomoko made a sound that most closely resembled a growl, and wrapped itself around a thick tree branch right above Sesshoumaru. Then, it extended down, wrapped around Sesshoumaru's neck, and yanked him upward to bang his head on the branch.

Kagome was too busy trying to get all the cum off her face, fearing blindness if any of it came in contact with her eyes to notice Sesshoumaru's body flailing around as Mokomoko whomped his head over and over.

Thanks to the wind, Mokomoko realized Kagome wasn't wearing any panties when she went to her bag and retrieved the hand sanitizer from it. When she returned to them, with the bag, Mokomoko let Sesshoumaru down. How could the boy have failed? The prize was right there, uncovered!

The taiyoukai curled up at the base of the tree, pulled his knees up, and rested his head on them. "Leave me alone, please."

The blind squirrels ran in a circle around them, and Mokomoko swooped down. In one fell swoop, and with a mighty chomp, the little creatures disappeared.

XXX

Miroku was sweating, eyes darting around suspiciously.

He tried to ignore it, but he was made painfully aware of the fact that Mokomoko was stalking him everytime it dragged the cleaver over a rock. Unlike the other times, the fluff made no move to terminate his existence. It just followed now, and that was far more frightening.

The monk felt it was safest to be with the children. Mokomoko surely wouldn't do anything gory to him in front of the little ones. At least, Miroku hoped it wouldn't. When he found Shippou and Rin, they were coloring pages with Mokofred. Seeing the newest Moko gave the monk an idea.

"Mokomoko, can you draw or write? Perhaps you could use these crayons to communicate with me," Miroku said.

Mokomoko nodded its head.

The furball curled itself up around its work, so Miroku could not see, but he was encouraged as Mokomoko worked. First, it used the brown crayon for a few seconds, and then it used the purple crayon for a little longer. This comforted Miroku, because those were the colors of his hair and robes. When Mokomoko snatched the red crayon and started coloring frantically, Miroku was much less encouraged. Other crayons were used, black and pink.

Mokomoko saw how Rin folded the paper drew a big heart, and then signed inside the heart, "To: Sesshoumaru-sama, From: Rin." After it did the same, it handed the paper to Miroku.

Miroku saw the heart and said, "Well, thank you very much, Mokomoko. To: YOU ARE DEAD, From: YOUR KILLER, how nice..." He unfolded the paper and saw a crude drawing of his head lying beside his body, surrounded in a pool of blood that came from the blood spurting out of his neck like a fountain. In the background, a stick figure in red and another with a huge boomerang were holding hands. There were lots of little stick figures beside them. Like, a dozen.

"You want be dead so that Inuyasha can be with Sango?" he asked.

Mokomoko eagerly nodded its head. Finally! The monk understood.

Miroku sighed and said, "Mokomoko, I think you misunderstand Inuyasha."

Mokomoko took a piece of paper and drew a question mark on it.

Shippou rudely interrupted and said, "He's a fag."

That wasn't what Miroku was going to say, and he was sure it wasn't true. It was just Shippou's way of getting back at Inuyasha for eating all his Pocky, but it DID get him out of trouble. Perhaps it wasn't the most monkly thing to do, but he was tired of waking up in the middle of the night and wondering if Mokomoko was watching him.

The kit went on, "He's all over Kouga the Wolf."

Mokomoko thought about it for a moment, and it made sense. What kind of man runs around with hot women like Kagome and Sango and never makes a move? Someone not interested in women, that's who. And if the males of their pack were saying it, it was probably true.

The furball slithered off into the woods, contemplating his next move. What about the penis + pussy math confused his sons so? Inuyasha couldn't even get his aimed at the right gender and Sesshoumaru managed that much, but ended up ejaculating everywhere except the target.

Being a meddling Moko was hard work.