Message-ID: <6001eli$9712011856@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/6001.txt> From: Antaeus Feldspar <feldspar@netcom.com> Subject: Like Squid For Enema (rape, nc, Ranma1/2 fanfic, TENTACLE) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <Pine.3.89.9711301854.A2067-0100000@netcom13> 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. %%%%% 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." %%%%% 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. %%%%% 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 This story is not in the public domain. 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