...And Keeps On Ticking.
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
Maybe... just maybe... it wouldn't be so bad to belong to Haruko. Wouldn't be so bad to be her personal plaything. Naota found himself slowly stepping forward without intending too. Slow, awkward steps, as if the very sight of her waiting body had hypnotized his own and into moving on its own. And why not? No matter where he looked she was breathtaking. Smooth, soft skin drawing his eyes ever towards any of the plethora of amazing curves.
And she was his after all. She had said so. And he always took everything Haruko said at face value. Right?
He was only a few feet now from her most intimate of locations. Moisture glistened from between her puffy lips and he found his eyes following the line between them up to the crown of pink hair. Already her musky scent seemed everywhere and it only beckoned him closer with every step that he took.
As he approached Haruko brought one of her hands down between her legs and lightly ran it along her slit before two of her fingers spread her engorged lips apart revealing the wet, steamy pink within.
Naota felt his knees go weak and it was a monumental effort to keep them from giving out completely. He wanted. He really really wanted. He wanted to just run forward and let her body envelope him. He wanted to spend the rest of his life exploring her otherworldly (literally) body. Every peak, every crevice; everything.
He was only inches now; one hand already outstretched to touch the outermost of her soft, pink folds. Above him, Haruko closed her eyes in anticipation of his first contact. The hint of a victorious smile played at the corner of her lips.
Yes, in an instant he'd be nothing but a toy. And while the thought didn't seem upsetting, he stopped anyway; his hand still outstretched. Other thoughts were there now. Wondering. Questioning. Fighting. As if some part of him realized that it may be his last chance to remain who he was. Because what was he after that? A toy? A plaything? What had Haruko said, 'did he know how many men would kill to have her do this?' Did that mean that he was somehow special? Or, would he have to live in fear of someone more entertaining coming along; so that he could be cast aside like a bit of flotsam. Like 'nothing.'
And for the first time in several minutes, the anger returned. He may not have a perfect life, or a perfect family. He may have to deal with all of the ridiculous stupid groan-ups in his life while also trying his damnedest to become one himself. But the one thing he was not... was 'nothing.'
His hand shot back toward his own chest as if it had been burned. With growing confusion he looked up past her waiting lips and past the rest of her flushed body to her waiting face. Her eyes remained closed as the smile widened slowly as her anticipation grew.
'She thinks I'm hers,' he realized, 'she thinks I'll doing anything she wants.' A thousand different thoughts began swimming through his head; anger, pride, panic, love, despair, happiness. He fought to maintain focus and ultimately, only one phrase seemed to sum up everything.
"Fuck you!" he cried, as surprised as anybody. He couldn't remember ever cursing before. Regardless, he'd made his choice and with just a moment to steel himself for whatever came next, he turned on his heel and began marching towards the side of his bed.
* * * * *
Haruko's smile only widened as she opened her eyes and watched Naota angrily stomp under one of her legs on his way toward the edge of the bed. She couldn't help but smirk as she watched his tiny tush move in time to his stomps. God, he was so cute when he was angry. She just wanted to eat him up.
Hmm... 'eat him up.' She shook the thought away. Maybe at some point, but not yet.
He glanced up at her just before he disappeared over the side; his face poorly hiding his confusion that she was practically thrilled at his latest defiance. True, not as thrilled as if he'd given in; but that moment was coming. She was sure of it. Until then, she could be patient and wait.
And wait she did. In fact, she had to wait an entire 42 seconds before he scrambled back into view and darted towards her. 'That's more like it,' she thought.
An instant later a fat, ball of fur with a tail landed deceptively lightly on the far side of the bed and proceeded to watch and wait.
"Bad Miu Miu," Naota squeaked as he came to a stop between her thighs. He skidded to a halt as he seemed to re-realized exactly where he was headed. Haruko openly giggled as she could almost watch the thoughts play through his head as he looked between her waiting cunt and the cat.
"Uh-oh, Naota," she taunted lightly, "looks like you're going to fill one pussy or the other. Tough decision, huh?"
Anger flashes in Naota's eyes as he glares up at her. He...
And she was his after all. She had said so. And he always took everything Haruko said at face value. Right?
He was only a few feet now from her most intimate of locations. Moisture glistened from between her puffy lips and he found his eyes following the line between them up to the crown of pink hair. Already her musky scent seemed everywhere and it only beckoned him closer with every step that he took.
As he approached Haruko brought one of her hands down between her legs and lightly ran it along her slit before two of her fingers spread her engorged lips apart revealing the wet, steamy pink within.
Naota felt his knees go weak and it was a monumental effort to keep them from giving out completely. He wanted. He really really wanted. He wanted to just run forward and let her body envelope him. He wanted to spend the rest of his life exploring her otherworldly (literally) body. Every peak, every crevice; everything.
He was only inches now; one hand already outstretched to touch the outermost of her soft, pink folds. Above him, Haruko closed her eyes in anticipation of his first contact. The hint of a victorious smile played at the corner of her lips.
Yes, in an instant he'd be nothing but a toy. And while the thought didn't seem upsetting, he stopped anyway; his hand still outstretched. Other thoughts were there now. Wondering. Questioning. Fighting. As if some part of him realized that it may be his last chance to remain who he was. Because what was he after that? A toy? A plaything? What had Haruko said, 'did he know how many men would kill to have her do this?' Did that mean that he was somehow special? Or, would he have to live in fear of someone more entertaining coming along; so that he could be cast aside like a bit of flotsam. Like 'nothing.'
And for the first time in several minutes, the anger returned. He may not have a perfect life, or a perfect family. He may have to deal with all of the ridiculous stupid groan-ups in his life while also trying his damnedest to become one himself. But the one thing he was not... was 'nothing.'
His hand shot back toward his own chest as if it had been burned. With growing confusion he looked up past her waiting lips and past the rest of her flushed body to her waiting face. Her eyes remained closed as the smile widened slowly as her anticipation grew.
'She thinks I'm hers,' he realized, 'she thinks I'll doing anything she wants.' A thousand different thoughts began swimming through his head; anger, pride, panic, love, despair, happiness. He fought to maintain focus and ultimately, only one phrase seemed to sum up everything.
"Fuck you!" he cried, as surprised as anybody. He couldn't remember ever cursing before. Regardless, he'd made his choice and with just a moment to steel himself for whatever came next, he turned on his heel and began marching towards the side of his bed.
* * * * *
Haruko's smile only widened as she opened her eyes and watched Naota angrily stomp under one of her legs on his way toward the edge of the bed. She couldn't help but smirk as she watched his tiny tush move in time to his stomps. God, he was so cute when he was angry. She just wanted to eat him up.
Hmm... 'eat him up.' She shook the thought away. Maybe at some point, but not yet.
He glanced up at her just before he disappeared over the side; his face poorly hiding his confusion that she was practically thrilled at his latest defiance. True, not as thrilled as if he'd given in; but that moment was coming. She was sure of it. Until then, she could be patient and wait.
And wait she did. In fact, she had to wait an entire 42 seconds before he scrambled back into view and darted towards her. 'That's more like it,' she thought.
An instant later a fat, ball of fur with a tail landed deceptively lightly on the far side of the bed and proceeded to watch and wait.
"Bad Miu Miu," Naota squeaked as he came to a stop between her thighs. He skidded to a halt as he seemed to re-realized exactly where he was headed. Haruko openly giggled as she could almost watch the thoughts play through his head as he looked between her waiting cunt and the cat.
"Uh-oh, Naota," she taunted lightly, "looks like you're going to fill one pussy or the other. Tough decision, huh?"
Anger flashes in Naota's eyes as he glares up at her. He...
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