LIKE SQUID FOR ENEMA
(a truly *sick* fan-fic...)
by Antaeus Feldspar
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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