MoonDeity: This be the address for Terra's website: I highly suggest you check it out. Her art is quite good. Yes, Terra is an artist. Though she never colors anything. And she has this whole freaking shit-heap of Prisma-Colored pencils at her house. You know, not everyone has Prisma-Colored pencils, Terra. So you're just going to let them rot in your closet, eh? Why won't you color…it looks so good when you color. I'm going to bother you to submit a drawing to that one manga magazine. The crappiness of the fan art is incomprehensible. I'm still traumatized about this one picture of Edward.
Disclaimer: Tee-hee. You don't want me to own Fruits Basket after this chapter.
"And so it begins…" --Dru.
Chapter 4:
The Dominatrix
Kyo felt as if he was floating. Floating on a sea. Filled with tiny sea horses who were nibbling at his bare skin. This was the strange luxury that was cooked up by his mind. Kyo was sleeping, his brain lulled to a deadening paralysis by Kagura's eyes. He was experiencing a great fantasy; yes, it was his dream to be in a sea filled with tiny sea horses. But what was this? There are not only sea horses in this ocean…naked Tohrus? Yeah, man, yeah…Kyo was smiling. All the Tohrus and all the sea horses were pushing up against his body, it was so warm. The sea horses swarmed around his body, creating magical sea armor, and he was the god of all the tiny sea horses! Swathed in sea horses, he ascended to the oceans in the sky with his naked throng of beautiful women, and looked down upon the earth with the eyes of a god! Yes, he was a god! A god of the tiny seahorses! All cowered under his power and he shot sea horses to descend upon the earth and do his bidding, all followers of his great word, all idolized him, for he was the god of the tiny sea horses and demanded blood sacrifice to appease his will!
…unfortunately, as much as we'd like this to be a reality, it was not. This vision would soon abruptly end. How do we know this? Because we control the keyboards, duh.
Now, just as Kyo was going to end all earth life and replace it with a population of tiny seahorses, he felt a pain, rocketing up his thighs straight into his crotch, where it throbbed terribly and painfully. As his dream world began to evaporate, the pain gradually grew worse and worse, until it felt as if, almost, maybe, that someone was biting his penis. When he opened his eyes, this fear proved to be true.
As the world evaporated from the mists of sleep before his eyes, Kyo felt a little drool escape his mouth. Where was he? Why did he feel so numb? This ceiling above didn't seem familiar at all. Was that stain always there? Why was it growing bigger? Kyo didn't have a stain on his ceiling. He looked around. Weird room. Why were there leeks taped to the walls? He looked down. Now this was quite odd. A gigantic breast appeared to be pushing against his chin. Ah, well. These things happen. He looked back up. Now the stain appeared to have fungus growing on it. His stomach rumbled. Why was he so numb? Kyo tried to move his arms and legs, but something was holding him down. He struggled to flex his muscles, and as he did, something surged in his nipples, and he was launched through the vortex of time back into reality. Kyo blinked, his eyes now cleared. And he looked down. Where his crotch was supposed to be. Kyo screamed.
Let us, for a moment, pan our little story-camera out to the outside of the window of the room in which Kyo is now screaming his lungs off. While you cannot see through the window overgrown by leeks, us, as the evil writers we are, are going to momentarily deny you the sexual details of the current situation, and take the path down the humor lane to let you imagine what are the happenings inside the small growing-increasingly hot room. Yell and scream at us as you may, you cannot do anything, except maybe close this fic. Shall we?
"OH, GOD, WOMAN! WHAT'RE YOU DOING? WHERE AM I? AUUUUGH! PLAH! DEAR FUCKING GOD! YO-YOUR BREASTS! THEY'RE HUGE! THEY'RE LIKE….AAAAAAAAAAGUUGHGHGH! MY COCK, WHAT'RE YOU DOING TO MY PRECIOUS COCK! DON'T PULL ON THAT! NOOOOOO!"
A ripping noise tears its way across the air.
"N…no….how….HOW COULD YOU? RIP THEM OU---AH! DON'T CHEW ON IT! NO! NOT THE MOU—ahghhgjsdjsddgd….."
Kagura's voice floats through the silence like a dipshit in a crack house.
"Kyo….do you know, Kyo, how long I've waited for this moment? It gives me suuuuuuch pleasure…I've waited for so long. And now, Kyo, you're going to SUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
"Suck? WTF…NO! NOT THAT! ANYTHING BUT THAT! Wha…what're you…NO! I'M NOT GOING DOWN THERE! IT'S HOT AND STICKY AND GIVING OFF MORE WARM AIR THAN SHIGURE IN THE BATHROOM! NO! AUGH!"
A stoic silence reigns for a few moments, and then Kyo's trembling voice comes to our anticipated ears….
"You…you…how much…was that…Viagra…c-can we just, like, talk about this? Maybe?"
"No, Kyo. You know what I want. AND I WANT YOUR BODY! SUCK, BITCH, SUCK IT!"
A rather curious sound reaches our appalled hearing organs. It is the sound one normally hears when visiting a pleasant waterfall, a waterfall tumbling thousands of feet of a cliff. Or perhaps when we're watching a movie, and a dam breaks loose in a moment of climax. Or a great river overflows its banks. Whatever analogy we wish to use, there is only one problem with hearing this sound: it is coming from the very room we have our ears so eagerly pressed against to. A waterfall-like sound, only, there is no water in that room. There is, and we can verify this by looking at the strangely familiar substance leaking through the bottom of the doorway, only gallons and gallons of cum.
"AGUPHFLUT! DEAR JESUS TRIPPIN' IN HEAVAN! GALLONS AND GALLONS, MORE THAN CAN BE MADE UP BY THE MISSISSSIPPI! IT'S LIKE NIAGRA FALLS COMING OUT INTO MY FACE THROUGH A TINY STRAW!"
An evil chuckling sound is heard, and then more of this gushing noise ensues.
"HOLY HELL! I AM COVERED IN THIS STRANGE SUBSTANCE! I CANNOT FIT IT IN MY MOUTH LIKE THE TEACHERS CANNOT FIT ALGEBRA IN MY BRAIN!"
"Come, now, Kyo….you were born to do thissssssssssss….GET THE HELL IN THERE AND LICK ME!"
"Please! Have mercy! No, no, not the face! APSJDFJDFT! HOW MUCH DOES THAT VIAGRA DO TO YOU? I FEEL LIKE I'M BEING BURIED IN BATTERY ACID! THE STIMULENT HAS SO TURNED THIS STUFF INTO ACID! MY FLESH! IT'S EATING AWAY AT MY FLESH! AAAAAUUUGHGH!"
A whimpering silence.
"Wha..what's that? IS THAT A WHIP? MADE OF SAFETY PINS! AUGGUGU!"
A cracking sound is heard, followed by manly weeping.
"A-alright…I'll suck, I'll suck, just spare me the hot water!"
"Who said anything about hot water, dearest?"
Heh, heh, heh….
After that comment on Kagura's behalf, Kyo seriously began fearing for his life. He was in a position, better known as the 30-60-90, which he sincerely didn't want to be in. Moreover, a phenomenon resembling a fire hose was flooding in a jet-stream-like consistency into his face. And again moreover, he was being forced to drink this.
Kagura moaned and moaned with pleasure as Kyo tried desperately to get closer to her vaginal opening, his hair being pushed back from his forehead by the insane flow. Kagura's whip was thrashing down incessantly on Kyo's back, her fingers intertwined in his hair as if to rip it out of his head, and her moans completely overshadowed Kyo's blubbering.
As his eyelids were being stripped away by the river of cum now flowing out of Kagura, Kyo noticed that he was unable to breath. Not by the fact that he was drinking Kagura's bodily discharge for his life, but by the fact that two, bulbous pulsating swellings were in front of his face. Now, these watermelon size thingies were hanging down on top of his head, and they were indeed so large that Kyo could feel his neck crumpling beneath their weight. Reiterating upon his knowledge of the feminine body, he realized that, indeed, these squishy sacks were Kagura's breasts. And how they jiggled.
Kyo struggled and squirmed, managed to break the flow of the river and was able to take a breath of moist air before Kagura's whip pushed him back down. Kyo could not remember a time when he was more uncomfortable. Kagura's hand was forcing his head into the river and the flow, closer and closer to the source….her fingers pinched his cheeks, forcing his tongue out, and inserted it inside her vagina. Then, she took hold of his shoulders, and spun him. Kyo squeezed his eyes shut as a massive, massive torrent of cum came washing over him. His tongue felt like it was about to be ripped off, he couldn't feel his arms, and it felt like he had no hair. It seemed as if it would never end, he couldn't breath and his back was breaking underneath the weight of her breasts….then, as a dam breaks under pressure, a new wave of cum dislodged Kyo from Kagura and sent him hurtling across the room, breaking the leek barricade and plummeting him into the hallway.
For a moment, Kyo felt entirely numb as he stared through the doorway to Kagura who was now masturbating heavily with her safety pin whip. Kyo felt icy everywhere, but as his memories came flooding back to him, animal-like primeval instincts came rushing back to his conscious mind. So he did what any coward would do in a time of danger. He ran like a chicken with its head cut off.
MoonDeity: Ah…so much like wrestling…Anyway, in case you didn't know, and I think you do, a dominatrix is the dominant woman partner in a sadomasochistic relationship. Sadomasochism is the gaining of sexual gratification by simultaneously enduring pain and causing pain to somebody else. It is also the combination of sadistic and masochistic (sexual gratification achieved by humiliation and the acceptance of physical and verbal abuse) sexual tendencies. And don't worry: I can't pronounce any of those words either.
