Haruko is standing next to his bed
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
:::::Nothing amazing happens here. Everything is ordinary. I'm not sure how long I sat curled in a ball on the bed. The dream had been disturbing; but not as disturbing as this. Somewhere deep down, for an instant, I'd liked it.::::::
Naota sat in the far corner of his lower bunk; his eyes tightly shut. As much as the dream had featured Haruko, the thought that she was sleeping only a about a foot above his head didn't enter his mind. At least... it didn't until something warm and wet was run up the side of his face.
"Aaahh!" Naota screamed, his arms flailing from the sudden sensory assault. "Haruko?!" he cried as he realized that she was the perpetrator. She was standing casually beside the bed; she'd leaned over while Naota hadn't been paying attention and had licked his face!
"What are you doing there?!" he cried instantly angry at her. He wasn't angry so much at the lick; as at his own reaction to the lick. Grown-ups didn't scream. Little kids screamed. He was NOT some little kid. Nor was he prepared to be angry at himself for something he wasn't about to admit he was feeling. So he directed it at Haruko instead.
"Why'd you go and sneak up on me like that? Why can't you just sleep like a normal person?! And why'd you lick me? And why'd you eat Ma--," he clamped his hands over his mouth as he realized what he'd been about to say. The anger dissipated completely in an instant, replaced by a fear of what she might say if she new about that dream.
"Did I lick you," Haruko asked, apparently having missed Naota's half confession. "Guess I was sleep eating," she said in a tone that clearly implied she had already grown bored with this conversation. Naota's brow creased as he examined her more closely. He didn't buy 'sleep eating.' She didn't show any signs of having been asleep or of having just woken up. But he realized he wasn't going to get a better answer anyway.
"Whatever, just leave me alone," he said as he turned his back to her from his bed.
"Relax," she purred and Naota's eyes shot open as big as saucers. She was right behind him again; close enough for her breath to tickle the hairs on the back of his neck. The dream replayed in the back of his mind in the split second before she continued, "it's not like I could have really eaten you. Not like that."
"L-l-l-llllike what?" Naota stuttered out. He hadn't really meant to ask the question; it had simply snuck out. Somehow, he could tell that she was smirking behind his back.
"Hmm... like that," she stated simply, "you're much too big for me to eat right now. I'd have to make you more manageable first."
"M-manageable?"
"Wanna see, Tak-kun?" she wispered. She was so close, he could feel the heat her body was giving off.
'Yes,' that small part inside screamed!
"No!" he squeaked, his voice much higher than he wanted.
"Ooh! Tak-kun," she replied, having resumed her standing position. Her tone was a mocking one. "Who knew you were sooo kinky," she announced as loudly as she could to the room in general.
"What?! You're the one who said it!" he fired back in panic, the anger returning!
"Aww, don't be embarassed," she said, her voice holding no comfort to back up the words. "I'll show you everything."
Experience with Haruko warned him what was coming next. He managed to duck and roll off his bed an instant before the guitar swung powerfully past where his head had just been.
"No stop!" he cried from a crouching position near his door. He wanted to turn and run but he didn't dare take his eyes off that stupid guitar.
"This will only hurt for a second, Tak-kun!" she cried as she pulled back to deliver another blow. Naota tried to jump backwards through the doorway. He half succeeded. He leaped backwards and ran into his father, Kamon, who was standing in the doorway.
"Whoa," Kamon said as he stepped sideways to let his son fall past him. "What are you doing Haruko-sa--"
BANNNNNNG!
Haruko's guitar connected squarely with the side of Kamon's skull and he was sent tumbling to the far wall of Naota's room. Unseen by Naota, however, Kamon seemed to grow smaller as he spun head-over-heels. By the time he disappeared amongst some books against the wall he was only a few inches tall.
Naota's head popped back into the room an instant later. "Where'd he go? What'd you do with him?" he demanded of Haruko who had replaced the guitar on her back.
"Hmm..." Karuko purred. This hadn't been her intent, but somehow she found it acceptable for now. Casually, she wandered over to the books and pushed one aside. Beneath it, looking dazed, lay Kamon.
"Here he is!" she announced as she lifted the tiny Kamon by the scruff of his shirt. She made a show of blowing on him and wiping non-existent dust from his front before she offered him to Naota.
Naota stared at his father, dangling from Haruko's fingers.
Space aliens, robots, things constantly trying to pop out of his head, and now a shrunken father. "Whatever," Naota said as he rolled his eyes and turned away from the two of them. "I have ta get ready for school."
Naota stormed out of the room, leaving Kamon alone with Haruko who's smile was only widening.
:::::Nothing amazing happens here. Everything is ordinary.:::::
Naota sat in the far corner of his lower bunk; his eyes tightly shut. As much as the dream had featured Haruko, the thought that she was sleeping only a about a foot above his head didn't enter his mind. At least... it didn't until something warm and wet was run up the side of his face.
"Aaahh!" Naota screamed, his arms flailing from the sudden sensory assault. "Haruko?!" he cried as he realized that she was the perpetrator. She was standing casually beside the bed; she'd leaned over while Naota hadn't been paying attention and had licked his face!
"What are you doing there?!" he cried instantly angry at her. He wasn't angry so much at the lick; as at his own reaction to the lick. Grown-ups didn't scream. Little kids screamed. He was NOT some little kid. Nor was he prepared to be angry at himself for something he wasn't about to admit he was feeling. So he directed it at Haruko instead.
"Why'd you go and sneak up on me like that? Why can't you just sleep like a normal person?! And why'd you lick me? And why'd you eat Ma--," he clamped his hands over his mouth as he realized what he'd been about to say. The anger dissipated completely in an instant, replaced by a fear of what she might say if she new about that dream.
"Did I lick you," Haruko asked, apparently having missed Naota's half confession. "Guess I was sleep eating," she said in a tone that clearly implied she had already grown bored with this conversation. Naota's brow creased as he examined her more closely. He didn't buy 'sleep eating.' She didn't show any signs of having been asleep or of having just woken up. But he realized he wasn't going to get a better answer anyway.
"Whatever, just leave me alone," he said as he turned his back to her from his bed.
"Relax," she purred and Naota's eyes shot open as big as saucers. She was right behind him again; close enough for her breath to tickle the hairs on the back of his neck. The dream replayed in the back of his mind in the split second before she continued, "it's not like I could have really eaten you. Not like that."
"L-l-l-llllike what?" Naota stuttered out. He hadn't really meant to ask the question; it had simply snuck out. Somehow, he could tell that she was smirking behind his back.
"Hmm... like that," she stated simply, "you're much too big for me to eat right now. I'd have to make you more manageable first."
"M-manageable?"
"Wanna see, Tak-kun?" she wispered. She was so close, he could feel the heat her body was giving off.
'Yes,' that small part inside screamed!
"No!" he squeaked, his voice much higher than he wanted.
"Ooh! Tak-kun," she replied, having resumed her standing position. Her tone was a mocking one. "Who knew you were sooo kinky," she announced as loudly as she could to the room in general.
"What?! You're the one who said it!" he fired back in panic, the anger returning!
"Aww, don't be embarassed," she said, her voice holding no comfort to back up the words. "I'll show you everything."
Experience with Haruko warned him what was coming next. He managed to duck and roll off his bed an instant before the guitar swung powerfully past where his head had just been.
"No stop!" he cried from a crouching position near his door. He wanted to turn and run but he didn't dare take his eyes off that stupid guitar.
"This will only hurt for a second, Tak-kun!" she cried as she pulled back to deliver another blow. Naota tried to jump backwards through the doorway. He half succeeded. He leaped backwards and ran into his father, Kamon, who was standing in the doorway.
"Whoa," Kamon said as he stepped sideways to let his son fall past him. "What are you doing Haruko-sa--"
BANNNNNNG!
Haruko's guitar connected squarely with the side of Kamon's skull and he was sent tumbling to the far wall of Naota's room. Unseen by Naota, however, Kamon seemed to grow smaller as he spun head-over-heels. By the time he disappeared amongst some books against the wall he was only a few inches tall.
Naota's head popped back into the room an instant later. "Where'd he go? What'd you do with him?" he demanded of Haruko who had replaced the guitar on her back.
"Hmm..." Karuko purred. This hadn't been her intent, but somehow she found it acceptable for now. Casually, she wandered over to the books and pushed one aside. Beneath it, looking dazed, lay Kamon.
"Here he is!" she announced as she lifted the tiny Kamon by the scruff of his shirt. She made a show of blowing on him and wiping non-existent dust from his front before she offered him to Naota.
Naota stared at his father, dangling from Haruko's fingers.
Space aliens, robots, things constantly trying to pop out of his head, and now a shrunken father. "Whatever," Naota said as he rolled his eyes and turned away from the two of them. "I have ta get ready for school."
Naota stormed out of the room, leaving Kamon alone with Haruko who's smile was only widening.
:::::Nothing amazing happens here. Everything is ordinary.:::::
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