LIKE SQUID FOR ENEMA
(a truly *sick* fan-fic...)
LEGAL AND MORAL NOTES: Some of the characters and situations in this
fan-fiction are the creations and legal trademarks of Rumiko Takahashi.
This fan-fiction is in no way meant as a reflection upon the most excellent
work of Ms. Takahashi. There is at least one other reference here to a
registered trademark; again, my usage of this trademark is in no way meant
to circumvent or obviate the purposes of copyright.
As far as the content of this fan-fiction goes: there is a popular
belief that exposure to a fantasy of socially unacceptable acts will drive
individuals towards the commission of such acts. In other words, if by
some improbable chance someone *could* do the things depicted in this
fan-fiction, reading this story increases the chances that they *would.*
Having examined the evidence for this central belief, I cannot say that I
find it likely. If any reader of this or any other fiction cannot
distinguish between fantasy and reality, that, and not the availability or
content of fantasies, is the problem.
With that being said, this story is most *definitely* inappropriate
for those under the age of 18, and may be inappropriate or disturbing even
to some who are older. I urge those who feel they might find the content
objectionable to avoid this story. Proceeding places responsibility with
you.
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I had scrimped and saved, pinching every yen, to start this
journey. So many sacrifices had I made to come to this place, and take the
first step in my master plan. But now, looking up at the red sun setting
over the mountains of China, the realization that my fantasies would soon
be coming true was giving me *major* bamboo.
"Very strange, young sir," said my guide, in a sing-songy voice.
He tipped his red-starred cap back on his bald head. "Many people want
come see Jusenkyoo, land of one hundred cursed springs. But you first
visitor to be breathing so funny, sir, and to have hands so deep in pockets
-- you need handkerchief, sir?"
"No, thanks," I said, stopping my sudden nosebleed with one of my
own handkerchiefs, one of ten I carried for the purpose. "Yes, my friend,
you are right. Many visitors have been here before. But not one has been
I -- *Hentai Ikazushi!*"
"Oh, yes, sir. You also first visitor to come look for specific
spring. Why you do that, sir? Why you not leave alone howwi -- tewwibewe
-- bad, bad curses of Jusenkyoo?"
"None of your business!" I snapped. "Just show me the one I need!"
"Yes, sir." He sighed and pointed to one of the largest pools, one
with several bamboo rods sticking up from it.
I gazed down into its depths. Did I have the courage? Did I
really want to go through with this plan? Could I bear changing myself
forever?
Did I want Akane Tendo's ass?
I took a running dive into the pool.
I screamed as I felt eldritch alien energies surging through my
body. My flesh melted and flowed like goopy miso. Stunned, I lost track
of the transformation, until I returned to the surface, treading water with
eighteen boneless limbs and looking at my guide through three compound eyes
on stalks.
"Oh sir!" he cried. "What you gone and done that for? You dip in
Urotsukidojichuan -- Spring of Drowned Naughty Tentacle. Very sad tragedy
-- demonic alien tentacle fall in, drown, ten thousand year ago."
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I prowled the halls of Furinkan High School once again, revelling
in the knowledge of my secret form. All my life I had been teased, mocked,
and scorned, for the urgency and outrageous nature of my desires. Even
back in grammar school, the girls in their little sailor suits would laugh
cruelly at me. "Is that a bo-ken in your pocket, Hentai? Or are you just
happy to see us?" Such a cruel life, to have such unfulfillable lusts!
Then, the blazing beams of hope set light to my dark and maddened
existence, with Ranma Saotome's revelation of the curses of Jusenkyoo.
Curses? Ha! Blessings, I called them! To be able to lead one's life as
oneself, maintaining propriety -- and then to have another form, in which
to carry out one's darker desires! So began my plan, a plan which would be
coming to fruition so very soon...
The thought of the afternoon's carnal heavens ahead so entranced
me, I forgot to change the film in the cameras I had hidden in the girls'
locker room. I skipped my usual after-school activity of stealing panties
at the public baths. No, I went straight to the dojo of the Anything Goes
School of Martial Arts, and hid in the bushes, loosening the drawstrings of
my trousers and watching the people come and go, waiting for my chance.
It was a long wait. Only the thought of Akane Tendo, yes, sweet
Akane Tendo, sustained me. It was her image that I hoped above all others
to catch on my locker room cameras -- alas, so far I had seen nothing of
her but one tantalizing glimpse of bare thighs and polka-dot panties. I
moaned, quietly, watching, waiting, until my chance could come.
Ranma and Akane came home from school together, fighting as usual.
Ryoga Hibiki burst in just a short time later, and soon Ranma, female and
bare-chested, came out chasing Ryoga. I gasped and was glad I'd brought an
eleventh handkerchief. I wanted Ranma out of the way, but the sight of
those sweet, swaying little boobies tempted me to think -- no. Far too
dangerous.
When Soun Tendo and Akane's older sister Kasumi left the house
carrying a market bag, I knew my chance was then or never. I couldn't be
sure of my window of safety -- I still had no idea where Nabiki Tendo might
be -- but I was going to take Akane Tendo today, and I could not wait.
I sprinted and splashed into the cold water of the Tendo training
hall's ornamental pond % feeling the transformation % watching as the
compound eyes multiplied my vision % breaking the surface of the water,
shambling up and out of the pond, entering the house by means of one of the
many holes left by Ranma's fights.
I pushed open the door with the wooden duck on it that said
"Akane." The sweet, delectable victim herself was there, facing the
window, buttoning up the jacket of yellow pajamas with cat faces on them.
She yawned, and said out loud, "Don't know why I'm so tired in the middle
of the day. It's a good thing I don't need to fight anyone -- I'd be too
worn out to put up any resistance!"
My lust swelled, and so did the throbbing tentacle that protruded
from my midsection. "Blaghaplughaplah!" I cried, meaning to say "Akane!",
and I flung forward my uppermost tentacles as she turned, two to wrap
firmly around each of her wrists.
"Aiiiiieeeee!" she shrieked. "Monster!" She snarled; dropping
down to a crouch, she lunged at me with an ear-splitting kiai, attacking
with both feet aimed at me.
Had I been human, her blows would have landed. But almost without
my having to think, my middle tentacles leaped up and wrapped securely
around her ankles, stopping her in mid-air and holding her up, helpless.
And slowly, I smiled, the mouth in my midsection distorting.
She screamed, and cried for help. But I had made sure that no one
would interrupt my pleasures in taking her. There was no one around to
hear her cries.
"Let's start by seeing those beautiful tits of yours," I murmured,
not caring that I couldn't be understood. She moaned and writhed, tossing
her head back and forth, trying to escape. I brought her close to me...
closer, closer...
My toothless mouth, dripping with opaque, sticky saliva, bit the
buttons one at a time off her pajama top. She whimpered as I exposed her,
but she was starting to learn how effortlessly I could hold her, completely
helpless, as I had my way with her. I pulled my compound eyes back on
their stalks, and pushed the halves of her pajama top to the sides, to see
her bare chest the better.
Her snowy breasts were a pure white, tipped by tiny cherry-red
nipples, and they shook as she shuddered. My alien saliva had left whitish
smears across those tender, vulnerable boobies, as if I had already come in
long spurts across her bare globes. My center tentacle, swollen and
exquisitely sensitive, swelled and stiffened as I gaped at her breasts
heaving with terror. I thrust between her ass cheeks, the tip of my
tentacle forcing the seat of her pajama pants up into her crack and just a
tiny way into the puckered rim of her bottom. I moaned out loud as she did
-- me with sensation and her with fear -- and yet, from the spreading stain
dampening the cat face along the seam of her pants...
"You're getting off on this, aren't you?" I asked her, looking at
her with my compound eyes, letting hand-tentacles stroke her thighs and
pussy and breasts all at the same time, as she squirmed and the tight ring
of her ass throbbed on my cock-tentacle. One tentacle tightened briefly
around her soft, warm tit, and the tentacle whose tip was fondling her
valley registered a sudden flood of wetness drenching her pants. She still
screamed, when she could stop moaning and shuddering long enough to draw a
long enough breath, but her screams were weak, and ragged, and they turned
to moans when I spread her legs apart and brought her cunt right up to the
hotness of my mouth.
I had no teeth to nip or nibble with. I didn't have a tongue to
slip up into her tight snatch, to penetrate her slick tunnel and swirl
around in her private triangle. But the mouth I had was strong enough to
hold the waistband of her pajama pants and pull it straight down, tearing
out the crotch and leaving her wet pussy exposed, her love-juices smearing
her thighs and glistening in her dark, trimmed bush. And when I caught the
petals of her cunt in the ring of my mouth, and sucked on them, she
screamed, weakly, and the honey of her sex dripped into my willing orifice.
I kept it up until she suddenly threw her head back and forth, tears and
sweat flying off her face, and her hips jerked, slamming her pussy against
my central trunk again and again, until she slumped in my cartiliginous
grasp.
I held her upright, propping up her head in her swoon, and looked
at her, enjoying the sight of my handi- er, tentacle-work. Ravished,
raped, invaded... From navel to mid-thigh, her body was soaked with both
clear and foamy white secretions. Her breasts, with their nipples swollen
and erect, heaved as she gasped for breath. Between her spread legs, her
flushed and swollen cunt gaped, the dark cunt-curls liberally doused with
glistening liquid.
Limp for long minutes, she finally stirred again, and her asshole
tightened, teasing the head of my prick-tentacle. I groaned and pushed a
little harder into her tight bottom. She shrieked, and showed the signs of
renewed resistance. "Oh, is that it?" I murmured. I forced it in a little
deeper, savoring her weeping, incoherent protest. "After I made you cum so
hard, you're not going to give me your asshole?" I took the remains of her
pajama pants between two hand-tentacles, and tore them in two.
"You object to a little friendly sodomy? I'm hurt... disappointed."
I hauled her up and flipped her over onto hands and knees. "It
doesn't matter, though. I'm going to bugger your tight backside no matter
how you plead and struggle."
It was at that point that I discovered my new body had three
hearts. For as the door to the room was thrown open, each heart in turn
skipped a beat. If Ranma had come home, I was a dead... whatever I was...
I swiveled two of my three eye-stalks to see who had entered.
I relaxed, slightly, when I saw Nabiki's short bobbed haircut, and
her perpetual cynic's smirk turning to wide-eyed horror. Quickly, before
her open mouth could let out a scream, I flung a tentacle around her neck,
dragging her closer where my shorter tentacles could hold her on her knees
next to Akane. Akane moaned, "Nabiki... Nabiki, help me..." as if Nabiki
had some martial-arts skill her sister didn't.
I had just meant to keep Nabiki from screaming, but now, seeing her
on hands and knees next to her naked, trembling sister, I realized that I
could do more. Slowly I unwrapped the tentacle that I had around her
throat, and slid a shorter tentacle into her mouth.
Strangely enough, after that initial moment of panic, Nabiki
seemed to have accepted the reality of my control over her, and as my
tentacle slipped into her mouth and swelled, her throat muscles relaxed to
take my tentacle deeper. Good God! She actually ran her tongue from side
to side over the rubbery surface of my tentacle, as if it was a huge cock
she was deep-throating. I shuddered with pleasure; the more sensation a
tentacle received, the more engorged and sensitive it became, and Nabiki
was bringing this tentacle to its limits. Where had she learned to --? I
could only wonder. Was it possible that she had, at some point, taken her
brother-in-law-to-be between her lips and...
"No, Nabiki, don't," Akane pleaded, weakly, the tears streaming
down her cheeks. "Don't let it... have you..." Nabiki's half-closed eyes
opened; she looked at her sister, kneeling naked on the floor like a
she-dog waiting to be mounted, with a thick tentacle already plugging her
own butt. Nabiki's eyes rolled, as if to say, _Who are you to talk?_
At this point my coordination did seem to get a bit confused,
trying to control so many tentacles, especially at a time when Akane was
wriggling so fetchingly (not her intention, of course) on the tentacle
invading her anus, and Nabiki was giving oral paradise to the swollen
tentacle fucking her mouth. My other tentacles bumped into each other as
they grabbed at the skirt Nabiki wore and pulled it off her, and ripped
open the front of her blouse. I had wondered what kind of panties Nabiki
might wear, but it turned out she wore nothing to cover her kissable buns
or the short, already-dewed brown curls that adorned her honeypot. Her
eyes closed with rapture as two tentacles each pushed their way into her
holes, front and back -- each so quickly relaxed that I marvelled that I'd
never heard of anyone scoring with so obviously experienced a girl.
Akane began struggling again as she was lifted up in the air, hands
and thighs being held far apart, leaving her own weight to force her down
onto the thick, throbbing appendage in her bottom. She turned her face
away from her sister as I brought the deliciously sucking, ecstatically
bucking Nabiki up against her; Nabiki didn't seem to mind having her own
somewhat small breasts rubbing up against her sister's, and her legs closed
around Akane's waist even before I grabbed her ankles and pulled them
tight.
"Hmmm, yes... two sweet bitches, soft flesh rubbing together..." I
whispered. "Let's see those tender clits rubbing together, shall we?"
Actually, manuevering my eyestalk to get a close-up look, they weren't
rubbing each other; Akane's swollen button was being brushed by Nabiki's
pussy lips as her slutty sister squirmed from side to side, and Nabiki was
getting her own clit off by rubbing it against her sister's skin. "Now
let's see how you like deep invasion." With that I wrapped Nabiki's ankles
firmly together and pulled her down.
Akane screamed twice as loud as Nabiki did; ironic, seeing as how
Nabiki was being forced in twice as many holes. Nabiki shuddered and bit
down on the tentacle in her mouth as the ones in her slit and rectum were
forced deeper; the rough, hard sensation on my engorged and teased
prick-tentacle sent me over the edge, and I spurted jets of warm sticky
fluid, one every second as I pulled out of her throat. The last jet hit
her in the mouth, but with such a volume of fluid that the white secretions
decorated her cheeks, ran down her chin and decorated the erect nipples of
her breasts. Akane had raised her head to stare in horror at her sister
getting cum down her gullet; she shuddered even harder to see Nabiki lick
the creamy stuff off her lips with a smile.
"Oh, dear Akane," Nabiki moaned, with a saccharine sweetness that I
wouldn't have thought would fool anyone, "please forgive me! I don't know
*what* this horrible creature will make us do to each other next!"
Akane actually seemed to fall for it, nodding at her sister and
then shutting her eyes tight, tears leaking from the corners and running
down her cheeks. Nabiki licked her lips; the smile as I brought her
sister's pussy up to her face was unmistakable.
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What an incredible afternoon of delights. I left both girls lying
on the floor when I left, Akane snivelling, Nabiki with a sated leer on her
face. I had thought that I could be a perverted little lust-ball... well,
yes, I was right in thinking that, but the look on Nabiki's face as she
munched her own sister's muff made me wonder if I'd been underestimating my
competition.
I had left a spare set of clothes in an old abandoned building that
I knew of, along with a small camping stove and a pot of water. One thing
I definitely hadn't thought out beforehand was how to strike matches with
tentacles, however. Once I thought the water was hot enough, though, I put
out the flame and upended the pan onto my rugose skin.
That was the last thing I knew for several hours.
When I finally came to, I wondered fuzzily what had happened. I
wondered how many hours I had been out, since the sky outside was dark. As
things became clearer, I wondered whose hand it was between my legs,
massaging my balls.
I sat bolt upright, wincing as that jerked at my testicles. Oh
Lord... I was actually limp, for the first time in years, and my balls
ached as if they'd been... emptied...
"Hello, Hentai," Nabiki said, wrapping her hand around my shaft and
kneading it in a friendly way. She lit a cigarette from the one she had in
her mouth, and put it in my mouth. "Was it good for you, too?"
"Nabiki..." I said weakly. "What... what are you talking about?
How did I... that is, what am I doing here?"
"You mean, why have you been out cold for several hours?" She
winked at me. "Think about it, Ikazushi. You were quite the busy stud
today; used up a lot of stamina in your monster form that your human body
doesn't have. I got a gusher in my mouth, two in my ass, two in my
moneymaker... and how many times did you come in the Ice Queen?"
"Two," I said, nodding -- then realizing what I'd said. "I mean, I
don't know what you're talking about and you can't prove it!"
She grinned around the cigarette. "Think I can't?" From behind
her back, she produced the pants that I had forgotten and left in a bush
beside Tendo's pond. "Name written inside the waistband and everything.
It's all the proof I need to send Ranma *and* Ryoga after you... if I were
to do such a thing."
My heart, which had sunk lower than my sore dick, took an upward
turn again. "You mean... you won't?"
"Well, let's face it. Miss Virgin-Cunt has had that coming for a
long time." Nabiki shook her hair back and sat down; she gave a little
*oof* as she sat, like her bottom was still sore. "She'd be married and
glad of it by now if she realized that there are many things worse than a
husband who's occasionally your wife."
I had just about concluded I was off the hook -- and incredibly
enough, starting to get hard again under Nabiki's handling -- when she
stopped me cold. "There's just the little matter of payment."
"P-payment?"
"Oh, come now." She narrowed her eyes and looked at me in disdain.
"You *really* don't think you can get away with this -- for free? I've
calculated your bill; I figured your base cost as seventy thousand yen per
each of us, plus a twenty-percent gratuity for orgies of three or more. In
addition, you're charged fifteen thousand for each ejaculation; that's
fifteen times seven and you can do the math; the blouse won't cost much to
replace, but I did like it a lot, so I doubled that cost for trauma and
psychic damage..." She fished around and pulled a long, long piece of
paper from her purse. "Bottom line is: Nine hundred and one thousand,
three hundred seventy-three yen. Or, no less than six of the greatest
martial artists in the Nerima District find out who raped Akane and start
gunning for you."
"N-n-nabiki." I clutched her sleeve; she calmly pried off my
fingers. "I can't pay you this kind of money!"
"Tough tits, Hentai. You should really learn where the prostitutes
are; saves you money in the long run."
"No, you, you don't understand! Every yen I had went to pay my way
to Jusenkyoo. I don't have anything left!"
She stubbed out her cigarette and smiled. "Well, I guess that's
your problem, isn't it? Unless..." She let the sentence hang there,
letting me sweat. "Unless, of course, you'd like to work off your debt."
"Work it off? How?"
She smirked, and started flicking my erection with a red-nailed
finger. "Some time back, Ikazushi, I discovered how lucrative the making
of certain movies could be..."
THE END
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