AN: I present to you all a (non-canon) omake set in a horny-AU of the main story, with this one being based on the last part of Aphelion 3
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Training to walk on water? Super cool, and fairly interesting in concept.
Training to walk on water using a bathtub, and not being warned to bring a swimsuit beforehand?
Super demeaning, even if you only consider the part where your teacher gets to laugh at you flailing around whenever you lose balance and fall into the tub.
It was only when he left the room and I looked in the mirror, no longer so focused on making progress, that I noticed the reason he'd sometimes looked away randomly when I rose after a fall; white shirts and lots of water don't preserve modesty well. The entirety of my pink bra was plainly visible through my currently mostly-see-through shirt.
Sometimes I questioned the series of absurd events my life had taken to end up wherever I was at the time. Like right now; I was currently soaking wet in the nude and toweling off, without adult supervision in the home of a teenage boy who likes me, and I just so happened to accidentally give him a free hour-long show.
Of course, whenever these moments of reflection happened, I generally remembered moments later that these sort of "outlandish" events are actually the norm for supernatural beings, that I am a supernatural being twice-over and then the feeling went away. If anything, watching anime and living in the human world these past couple years was slowly corrupting me into thinking these things were unusual, and not the other way around as it might be for a human teen.
My body was feeling extra warm while drying the fur on my ears, and my chest was extra sensitive.
'... Probably because of the steam and humidity,' I thought as I bent over, pulling my favorite blue-and-white striped panties up my legs and slipping my tail through the hole in the back. I shivered at the sensation.
Maybe it wasn't just my chest that was oddly sensitive right now. I picked up my matching bra, but hesitated before putting it on, feeling an urge that was rare for me but not unknown.
The idea of doing that in someone else's house, after a boy effectively saw my underwear, should have made me cringe. Instead, it just made the urge stronger.
I strained my ears to the max to listen for any signs of Uzumaki-kun's presence, hearing the sound of a microwave downstairs. The fact that I didn't outright dismiss the idea in the first place– let alone allowing myself to actually consider it– just seemed to entice my body even more, regardless of what my common sense told me.
My free hand slowly wandered down my bare stomach, fingers slipping underneath my panties' waistband and brushing across my mound. I hesitated for another second, heart pounding in my ears, before I applied some pressure with my middle finger and pushed it further down and back, squishing my nub and slightly spreading my lower lips around the digit.
I inhaled sharply through my nose.
It was warm, and my panties were utterly soaked.
'I might as well have kept wearing my previous pair.'
Weirdly enough, it was that last thought that was the final straw in making my decision.
Setting my striped bra on the counter as I pulled my hand away from my privates, I hastily made my way to the toilet, pulling my panties to my ankles as I sat down with my knees spread.
Sitting naked from the ankles up in another person's home, I made the conscious decision to masturbate.
Bringing my left hand up to cup my still-growing chest, feeling the stiffness of my nipple pressing into my palm and the friction of skin sliding against pebbled skin, made me think back to all the times Rias or that cow would shove my face into their chests with their hugs, or the times that the cow would flaunt her over-sized udders to tease me for my smaller figure.
How much different would it feel to sink my hands into those massive tits they're so proud of, to press and squeeze and pull on those soft and round pillows under my palms? My eyes closed as I pictured my Master and her [Queen] side by side, naked from the waist up, lying powerless underneath me on my oversized bed as I toyed with their massive boobs.
I shifted my hand to my other budding breast and pinched my pink nipple, rolling it between my fingers as my right hand finally slid back down my stomach, my middle and ring fingers pressing firmly against my drooling labia and rubbing in circles.
I bit my lower lip to prevent a moan from leaving my mouth.
I moved on from just roughly manhandling my friends' imaginary forms, sucking on my lower lip as I imagined latching my mouth around Rias's enticingly pink nipple, and tugging on my own the same way I would pull and twist Akeno's. I dipped my fingers just beyond the protective folds of flesh, poking and prodding at my slick opening as I prepared myself for entry.
The way the two girls would cry out in ecstasy in response to my actions and not the other way around, the way I would suck on Rias's chest until it was swollen and puffy, her begging me to do the other one. The way Akeno would submit her body to me to do with as I please. The way I would touch myself down there, rubbing my clit and spreading my p-pussy for my fingers to slide in and out of, just like I am now.
"Koneko-chan, please! More, I want to feel more of your tongue!" Rias would plead.
"Aaaahnn~! Who knew our cute kitten had such a sadistic beast in her! Punish me more~!" Akeno would moan.
"Hnng." I held in a groan as I prepared to finally, finally dig my fingers into myself. I pressed inwards, my fingers beginning to sink into my body–
Two warm hands grabbed my waist in a firm grip, as something that was definitely not my fingers pressed against my entrance. "Here I go…" Uzumaki-kun's rough voice whispered into my ears, before plunging his long, thick–
My eyes snapped back open in a sudden orgasm at the unexpected twist, heart pounding while my two fingers were buried all the way down to the last knuckles within my drenched and clenching pussy, my palm grinding wetly into my clit as I softly panted.
Knock, knock.
The sound caused my heart to skip a beat and shook me out of my confused daze, my breath caught in my throat. Then the doorknob turned, and my eyes snapped to it in panic.
"W-wait, don't–!"
"Hey, just a head's up, I'm gonna–?!"
It was too late though, and the absolute jackass retard strolled in as if there wasn't supposed to be a girl changing clothes in the room.
My face burned in mortification as I quickly covered my chest with my arm and clamped my legs shut around my hand. I glared at him with embarrassed tears in my eyes.
He clearly saw everything– including the way my fingers were still buried inside my slit– with the way he was staring red-faced and slack jawed in the direction of my crotch.
"Get out, get out, GET OUT!" I yowled.
He got out, the door slamming shut behind him before I'd finished saying it the second time.
Two hours into the anime we were watching, we decided to take a bathroom break.
My face flushed in anger and embarrassment when he stumbled over the word "bathroom". The entire time we'd been watching had been fairly awkward and tense, though it had gradually lessened as we tried to focus on the show.
When I returned from the bathroom after him, the room was dark, only dimly lit by the TV screen paused in the middle of the previous episode's ending, and there were empty pizza boxes neatly piled to the side of the room to be disposed of later. That was expected. What was new was Uzumaki-kun laying spread across the entirety of the couch on his back, watching more cat videos on his phone based on what I could hear.
I walked around to the front of it with a deadpan, looking down at him.
"You're hogging all the space," I informed him. "Move."
He was short for his age, but his couch was small; more of a love-seat really, so his legs still hung over one armrest while his head rested against the other.
"Make me, pipsqueek."
He stuck his tongue out and made a rude noise, not glancing away from his phone to look at me for even a microsecond.
My eyes narrowed. If I made him move, either through force or diplomacy, that would be his victory. To play his game was to admit defeat. So instead, I flipped the script on him.
He made his bed, now he would lie in it until he learned his lesson. Literally, even.
Punishment time.
I turned my back to him.
"Oof!"
And sat myself down on the couch.
More specifically, directly on top of his lower stomach.
"K-K-Koneko-chan?! T-The hell are you doing?!" Uzumaki-kun sputtered, frantically attempting to escape by pushing me off. "Get off of me!"
He would fail in the end though, because I was sticking myself to both him and the couch with my chakra, preventing him from getting leverage to either push me away or slide out from under me.
Unmoved, I turned my head and stared down at him blankly, long enough for him to take notice and slowly stop struggling. When I determined that he was ready to listen, I answered.
"Make me, pipsqueek."
He stared at me for a long moment, one hand on my sweatpants and the other on my side from when he'd tried pushing me.
It slowly dawned on me the position we were in, punctuated by the light squeeze his hand gave my thigh when he glanced down himself.
When he looked back up at me, I knew my cheeks were red. I wanted to look away from his blue eyes staring into my own, but I couldn't for some reason, daring him to challenge me.
The hand he had on my side slowly shifted until it was pressed against my lower back, then slid a couple inches lower to the hem of my sweater, his stare pinning me in place all the while.
"Fine. If…" Uzumaki-kun began hesitantly, glancing down again for a split second. "If you don't get off of me…" His fingers fidgeted with the edge of my top as I sat frozen in place. His other hand slid up my thigh to my hip, before finishing pressed against my lower stomach with the other side of my sweater in its grip. The final scene in my naughty daydream came to mind, and I felt a warmth pooling within me practically directly under his palm.
I gulped.
This was bad.
I should stop this, before we did something we couldn't take back–
My traitorous tail curled around the arm at my back.
Gaze still locked with the whiskered boy I was sitting on, I felt something poke at the side of my opposite thigh.
"U-Uzumaki-kun?"
I reflexively turned my head to look. 'Oh.' I stared incomprehensibly at the thing poking out of his waistband. I don't know why, but for some reason, the fact that he was uncircumcised was all I could focus on.
At some point I must have let my chakra sticking drop, because in the next second, my vision became obstructed for a moment, and in the next, I found that our roles were reversed. I was on my back and Uzumaki-kun was hovering overhead.
No, not reversed; There were slight differences. Chiefly among them, I was topless except for my blue and white bra– Uzumaki-kun having pulled my sweater up, using it to trap my trembling arms above my head– and I was technically still the one on him, with his legs placed under my knees as he kneeled over me, supporting his weight with one toned arm as he stared into my eyes.
"Koneko-chan…"
I shivered under his gaze as he whispered my name hungrily.
"Call me by my name… Call me Naruto…"
"N-Naruto-kun–"
My lips parted, and I told him we shouldn't do this.
No sound came out other than a squeak and a shuddering breath. I couldn't force myself to form the words as my stiff nipples strained futilely against the AA-cups covering them. I could break my arms free from his "hold" at any moment with ease, so why didn't I take the opportunity to stop this?
"Mmmmph!?"
I wouldn't get a second chance, because the next thing I knew, I was crying out into his mouth as his lips pressed into mine, our bodies grinding together with his weight pressing down on me.
My lips had been open already, so his tongue wasted no time at all darting in to explore my mouth and attack my taste buds. Completely on the backfoot and unsure what to do in this situation, I was utterly helpless against his assault. His tongue batted my own around, chasing it down when it tried to escape for rest, constantly poking and prodding and squishing it all over however he pleased, forcing me to submit.
He pulled away for a moment panting heavily, a strand of saliva still connecting our tongues, and a pathetic mewl escaped my mouth as it was freed from his abuse.
"You're so fucking cute…" He muttered as his hands grasped at his own clothes.
My nipples ached fiercely at the lack of direct stimulation, and at some point, my legs had wrapped around his waist, leaving my butt in his lap and his cloth-covered erection pressed against my own cotton-covered pussy. My hands stayed above my head where he left them, despite the fact that he wasn't holding them down anymore.
He pulled his shirt up and over his head with both hands before flicking it to the side, exposing well-formed but lightly defined muscle, covered by flushed, smooth, pink-ish tanned skin.
I absently drank in the sight as I panted, struggling to remember why I wanted to stop earlier.
"N-nya– mmmmmph…"
The feel of his burning hot skin pressed into my stomach as he cut off my groan, once more forcing me to taste his saliva, attacking my mouth while snaking his arms underneath my shoulders to mold our bodies together. His warm hands felt up my back and shoulder blades, one hand fiddling with the hooks of my bra, while the other slid up to caress the back of my head, pressing our lip lock even tighter while his fingers rubbed the base of my furred ears.
I melted a little, mind blanking as his tongue suppressed my moans at the source.
The slick appendage was relentless, leaving no surface inside my mouth untouched while my pink muscle tried to follow his like a lost puppy. It slid along my teeth and gums, pressed against the roof and floor of my mouth, casually knocking aside aside my needy tongue whenever it got in the way of his goal of violating my oral cavity
With a satisfied hum into my mouth that sent my head spinning, Uzu– Naruto-kun's hand slid out from beneath my back, before he pulled away once more to directly palm my bra and slip it over my head to join my sweater around my arms.
My mouth hung open still, as if I was trying to invite his warm tongue back inside to ravish mine more.
The fingers running through the back of my hair curled shut and pulled, forcibly tilting my head to the side.
"A-auh?" A confused sound escaped my open mouth.
The heat of his free hand pressed into my breast, forcing air out of my lungs in a soft exhale as he ground his palm into my pert nipple, and squeezed my underdeveloped chest.
"Ah! M-mmm!"
I didn't get a chance to catch my breath, because he immediately made it clear why he shifted my head when his mouth assaulted my exposed flesh. I couldn't help but squeeze my eyes and mouth shut as I half-heartedly tried to twist my head away from the lips that planted themselves below my ear, shuddering as he trailed kisses down my jaw.
"So-" kiss
"Damn-" kiss
"Cute-" kiss
Naruto-kun slowly thrust his hips, pressing himself into me roughly, grinding our clothed privates together while the hand toying with my breast shifted until his fingers were only lightly brushing the nipple. The hand holding my head to the side had gradually slid down my back, feeling up my skin and muscles until it settled at my waist, the fingertips just barely slipping under my waistbands. I shuddered violently at the over-stimulation.
"-And you're. All. Mine."
His hot breath ghosted over my tingling neck as he whispered the possessive words.
And then my vision went white.
His mouth sucking on the skin of my neck like a vacuum, his fingers pinching, twisting, and pulling my nipple, his hand slipping beneath my sweats and panties to grab my butt and squeeze roughly, pulling me closer even as he smothered me into the couch from above, pressing our sexes together so strongly that he could probably feel first-hand how soaked I was through our clothes.
It was the strongest orgasm I'd ever had before (not that I've had many orgasms to compare it to), keeping my whole body shuddering in pleasure for what felt like minutes, but was probably only a couple seconds.
'A-and he barely even t-touched me down there.' I thought, panting deliriously.
When I began coming down from the high, he was still doing his best to mark me as his and his alone for everyone to see, if the continuing suction on my neck was anything to go by. The only difference was that at some point I had brought my arms up to hook around his neck, wrists still "trapped" by my clothing.
While it still felt good, with my sensitivity still high and my pleasure falling from the peak, my nipple was beginning to get a little sore from the rough manipulation of Naruto-kun's fingers. The naughty feeling of his warm hand rubbing and squeezing my butt was a little addicting though, and I wanted more of it. I wanted to feel his chest pressing against mine again.
I disliked perverts.
But the idea of doing perverted things with Naruto-kun made me feel warm inside.
'I guess I really am his now.' I thought fuzzily, nuzzling into his shoulder and inhaling the scent of his skin as I tried to steady my breathing.
I finally untangled one of my hands and brought it down to grip his wrist with deliberately controlled strength, enough so that he couldn't break out, but not so much that I would hurt him. It wouldn't do for me to ruin the mood because I was careless.
Slowly and steadily I slid his hand away from my chest. I felt him pause in his ministrations momentarily to pull his head away from my neck and look at me curiously, so I pulled my own head back to look up into his eyes, and this time it was my fingers that slid through his hair and caressed the back of his head.
As I brought the hand in my grasp lower, Naruto-kun seemed to get the gist and moved with me to slip it beneath my clothing and join its brother in taking a handful of my ass. Lust filled both of our eyes as I pulled his head down and wrapped my now free hand around his back, our lips meeting as his hands squeezed and kneaded my butt cheeks, our tongues battling again as his chest pressed into mine.
And it was a battle this time, I made sure not to let him take total control.
Because if I was his, then that meant he was mine, and I was definitely going to take what was mine.
Waking up to Naruto-kuns phone blaring his school alarm the next day was a bit of a mixed bag. On the one hand, I was curled up on his chest with one of his arms wrapped around my waist, the both of us topless and covered in the residue of each other's dried saliva.
Surprisingly pleasant.
On the other hand, we did not get a whole lot of sleep.
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AN: Definitely-Just-A-Stray-Cat-And-Not-Kuroka, watching from a shadow in the corner: "Huh. Didn't think I'd be masturbating to my little sister, but I guess none of us expected tonight to go the way it did."