Good Girls Gone Bad

by Alexa Nichols

  “A mistake you are making, Okoru my friend,” she heard another voice say. “The Morituri, they attempt to use those of us with gifts as pawns, as soldiers in whatever war they happen to be fighting. We the Negori believe in freedom, in using your gifts the way you wish. They are, after all, your gifts, not tools to be used by the gift-less for their own ends…”

  The sound of the voice made her quiver. There was unmistakable power behind that voice. And something else, too; she never wanted to meet the man behind it.

  In fact, she didn’t want to meet any of them, she decided then and there, so instead of investigating further, she chose to go to her father’s study instead. She knew he would be in this meeting for at least another hour, which meant she could peruse his books without any interruptions - something she normally would never be allowed to do.

  And then she could see him. She smiled at the thought and rushed down the hallway as quietly as she could.

  She didn’t see the strange small sinewy winged creature moving swiftly and quietly, following her like a shadow, much more silent and invisible than she…

  Several minutes later her long red hair billowed out around her, and her small frame hovered several feet from the floor. She was sitting cross-legged, staring at the silent, moving picture displayed in the very air itself. As usual, she was fascinated. She was watching a small boy, around her age, stumbling around on a large grass field playing some sort of game. He seemed to be tossing a ball to other people, who would then promptly get hit - hard - by another person. The game seemed violent and purposeless, but it wasn’t the game she was really watching.

  It was him.

  Something about that boy simply fascinated her.

  At first, it was his physical differences - where her skin was a bright and healthy vivid pink color, his was a pale and sickly-looking sort of brown. All the people in his world seemed to be like him; in fact, his entire world seemed washed out and colorless, everything from the trees to the animals and even mundane things such as houses and cars. It was almost as if someone took all the colors and drained them, dimmed them down to a haunting, pale version of what they should be. Other than the odd colors, they were very similar to her own people. Yes, they had smaller heads, smaller eyes, and less defined body curves and muscles, but otherwise, they were similar.

  And something about this boy, in particular, made her heart ache.

  She wished she could hear him speak; she wished even more she could talk with him. As it was, however, she was barely able to cast the spell to see into his world, and only when she was in her father’s study surrounded by his various artifacts of arcana. She had looked into other worlds, passing by them once their uniqueness faded, but when she looked into his world, at him, something kept her entranced. She couldn’t bring herself to move on. Whenever she tried, she always found herself right back here. He was simply too fascinating. And she had no idea why.

  She fondled the bright red ribbon in her hair, a gift from her mother before she died, and pondered the game he was playing once again. Such a senseless game. But he looked so cute playing it. One day, she would have the power to talk to him, to ask him about his world, and to get to know him.

  Maybe then she would understand why he fascinated her so much.

  Maybe…

  The Girl Next Door

  Kaito leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes, the six-hour anime binge finally taking a toll on him. He wanted to watch more, of course, but his body, especially his eyes, flat out refused to. He was already three hours past his normal bedtime, but it was the weekend, so he didn’t have to worry about going to work at the bakery tomorrow. Which was a good thing, because he knew he wouldn't be able to stay awake if he did.

  He got up from his chair, stumbled, and almost fell right back down. His back ached, and even though he was almost 19 years old, at that moment he felt 90. He had been sitting still way too long.

  He blamed Naruto.

  Kaito walked around his room for a second, straightening his back with each step, and somehow found himself in front of his telescope…which just happened to be pointed at his window, more specifically towards his hot sexy neighbor. In truth, it never left that position. Even more truth, it was the sole reason he bought it. He met her once by chance, and she tried to strike up a conversation with him, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything back. She was just too sexy, too out of his league. It was like she was a celebrity or something, and Kaito - well, Kaito wasn't. In fact, Kaito was not only perpetually single but also a virgin, which only made his life more difficult and miserable.

  Especially in downtown Tokyo, where he lived with his mother. Girls there were, as a rule, quiet and uncommunicative.

  He shook his mind of his depressing thoughts and peered through his telescope.

  And nearly fell to the floor when his eyes registered what they were seeing.

  She had her curtains wide open and was turning around, her bare ass just barely visible below her small black rose imprinted tank top. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks wide, revealing everything, then let them go. And then another hand reached out, a man’s hand, and repeated the actions, alternating between spreading her cheeks and sliding his hands in between them.

  Kaito could practically hear his heart beating underneath his shirt. It had been too long since he last masturbated, weeks, and seeing something like this was almost too much.

  He watched as she walked to her bed, which was decorated with Hello Kitty sheets, and bent over, going on her hands and knees and arching her back, popping her ass out, giving a crystal-clear view of her beautifully shaved pussy. The man came fully into view and walked towards her. Right before he reached her she spun around, laughing, and pushed him away.

  Kaito couldn't quit watching now even if he wanted - his eye was practically glued to his telescope.

  The woman pushed the man back out of view, and went back to the bed and turned around so that her ass was once again facing him. She then proceeded to spread her ass cheeks again, repeatedly closing and spreading them, almost as if she was making it talk, and Kaito watched as the man in the room with her leaned forward and reached out, as he grabbed one cheek, then the other, then used his thumb and slid it in between her pussy and anus. And then pushed it into her asshole, which caused the woman to smack his hand, but he did not stop. He pushed it into her again, then pulled it out, then repeated the procedure several more times as the woman looked back at him with a strange, lust-filled expression.

  And then the man got bolder.

  Still sitting and leaning forward, he reached out and pulled the top of her shirt down, exposing her large, full breasts, and began roughly fondling them while the woman looked down and watched. He jiggled them, squeezed them, then ran his fingers over her nipples. And then the woman took control again, grabbing him and pulling him fully into view - revealing that he was completely naked now and fully erect, then pushed him down on the bed, much to the amusement of the man.

  Kaito's breath caught when the woman leaned down and slowly ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. When her tongue reached its engorged tip, she put it in her mouth and then proceeded to take his entire length, inch by inch, into her throat.

  As she gave him an incredible blowjob, Kaito, never taking his eyes off the telescope, shucked his boxers and reached out blindly, pulling a chair over for him to sit in while he adjusted the height of the telescope so he could masturbate while he watched the erotic scene before him unfold.

  Still pleasuring him with her mouth, she dropped down to her knees, and at one-point, Kaito swore she looked right at him and winked, but he couldn’t be sure. Most of the time her eyes were closed as she pleasured him, taking his impressive length and girth in her mouth all the way to his balls at several points, though she had to slow down and really work to do so. When she did, however, she kept him there for several seconds, and Kaito could see her throat slightly distended and pulsing as if she was contracting her ne
ck muscles to give him pleasure.

  And then she would pull back, sometimes placing her hand on his cock while she blew him, using it to pump his length while she slid her lips back and forth, never taking her mouth off his dick.

  Kaito was about to come. He stopped masturbating for a moment, trying to fight the urge, wanting to wait until he saw more before he let his load loose.

  The woman, meanwhile, finally removed her mouth from his cock and started playfully licking the side of his shaft, swirling her tongue around its tip sporadically, then taking it back in her mouth, her eyes looking up at her lover with obvious amusement and sensuality. After a while of this, she removed him from her mouth completely and used her hand to wiggle his cock back and forth, keeping her mouth open and making his tip slide in and out of it while she played with his length.

  Kaito knew if he touched, or even looked at, his own cock right now he would come. So he did neither.

  The woman took him back in her mouth, slowly, sheathing his entire cock down her throat, then making small movements with her head to stimulate him. She stayed like this for an impressive amount of time, and the man, obviously going insane, threw his head back and rubbed her head with his hand.

  Kaito gripped his own cock firmly, confident that he had enough control to keep going for a while. What she did next, however, made him wonder if maybe he was wrong.

  She moved her mouth away from his cock and stroked him rapidly, as if she was trying to make him cum with her hand, then stood up, her hand still holding him, and turned around, placing his length against her ass crack. She then proceeded to use her ass and hands to continue to masturbate him, sliding herself up and down, a few times teasing the man like she was going to put him inside her, then taking it away at the last second and continuing her stroking.

  After a while of this, she took one of her hands away and rubbed herself in between her ass cheeks, as if she was testing for lubrication, which meant she was probably about to-

  The phone rang across the room.

  Kaito almost cried. He couldn't just let it ring, because his mother was sleeping, and ever since her heart attack following his father’s death, sleep was something she was rarely blessed with. Kaito ran across the room, or at least tried to, but his boxers caught his feet and sent him tumbling down to the ground. Swearing, he picked himself back up and somehow managed to reach the phone after the third ring.

  "What?!"

  "That is a strange way to answer the phone," Toshiro, his best and only friend, said on the other end. "How did that anime-a-thon go anyway? Still going through it?"

  Kaito looked back towards the telescope. "Dude, let me call you right back, OK? I'm, ah, helping my mom out right now."

  "Sure bud. No problem. Matter of fact, I'm-"

  Kaito hung up the phone and, in a blur of movement that would have impressed one of the anime characters he was so fond of, sat back down in front of the telescope and peered through. He was, apparently, just in time: the woman had gone back to stroking the man’s length with her hand and ass crack, except this time she also alternated with taking a third of him into her, then pulling out and stroking him a few times before trying it again. Kaito couldn’t tell if it was her pussy or asshole she was cramming him into, but whichever it was she did slowly, as if it was difficult or painful to do so.

  And then she left him inside her and started slowly riding him, getting a tiny bit more of him embedded within her with each downward push.

  Kaito began masturbating again while he adjusted the telescope lens for a closer look. It was her asshole. God, she had such a little, tight asshole. It looked like it was being stretched to a dangerous extent, like it had never been so overextended before. The man’s hand reached out and stroked her ass as she carefully and slowly rode him, a few times reaching out and smacking her ass, leaving visible marks on it.

  Kaito watched intensely, unblinkingly, as the woman rode him, as she found her rhythm and placed her hands on his legs and just bounced - albeit slowly - on top of his cock, repeatedly sheathing and unsheathing him within her bowels. When she finally managed to get him all the way inside her Kaito almost came, but he pinched the head of his dick and stopped stroking to prevent it. He could imagine his balls yelling at him in protest, demanding to release their load.

  The woman sat on the man’s lap for several more moments, his cock fully embedded in her stomach, then leaned forward and started bouncing again, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast, alternating between the two sporadically.

  After several minutes of this, she unimpaled herself from the man’s dick and walked shakily over to the bed, where she got on her hands and knees again in such a way that Kaito could see everything. The man followed her, his dick so erect it looked as if it would jump off his body and bury itself within her on its own accord. As it was, he wasted no time, inserting himself into her body and slamming into her, getting on the bed himself and placing his feet to her sides so he could embed himself even deeper inside her.

  And then he proceeded to fuck her harshly, like a rabid animal in heat.

  He reached down and grabbed her neck, using it to pull her head back, and kissed her sloppily while he used the inside of the woman’s body as his personal fuck toy. The woman reached up and tried to remove his arm from around her throat, but he was much stronger and in a sex craze, and her resistance only resulted in making the man slam into her harder and faster. Her eyes began to bug out and her tongue hung like a thirsty dog, and the man, seemingly coming to his senses, let her throat go and seemed to try and get himself even deeper inside her. The bed bounced with their coupling, and the woman, fully submissive, hung her head low as the man pounded away at her insides.

  And then the man threw his head back and his stroking slowed, became deeper, and Kaito knew he was coming inside her.

  It was too much.

  Kaito leaned backward and pushed his chair back, the wheels on its bottom causing it to roll to the center of his room, and began masturbating furiously, knowing his own orgasm was only seconds away.

  It was at that exact moment that everything went wrong...

  The Morituri

  The winged monster slammed into the school’s wall and looked frantically around, trying to decide which hallway to go down.

  “I got you now, motherfucker!” Saya yelled gleefully, her superhuman speed causing her tight black tracksuit to slowly unzip.

  “Saya, fall back! Don’t try to tackle it on your own! Wait until we catch up!” Keiko yelled after her.

  “No can do boss lady!” Saya yelled back. “If I do, it may get away again!”

  The monster, finally deciding on where to go, bolted down a hallway just in time to send Saya slamming into - and cracking - the wall after it.

  “Goddamn it!” Saya yelled as she peeled herself from the wall and dusted off her suit. “And I just got this thing washed too! I fucking hate monsters!”

  “But Saya, it’s our job to take care of things like this,” the long purple haired Ayame said softly as she knelt to help her up. “That’s what Morituri do. Are you OK?”

  Saya frowned and shrugged, brushing Ayame’s hands off her. “Of course I’m OK. It’s my gift, remember? Speed and strength? I just don’t understand. We’re seniors. A week away from graduation. Can’t the freshman handle shit like this?”

  “They could if this weren’t an S class monster,” Keiko said as she finally arrived. “And next time I tell you to fall back, fall back. This isn’t up for debate. I’m the leader of this group for a reason.”

  Before Saya could respond she yelped as a pair of hands slid into the unzipped portion of her tracksuit and grabbed her breasts from behind, groping them eagerly.

  “It feels like your boobs are OK,” Hana said in a mock-concerned voice, alternating between squeezing and jiggling the athletic girl’s breasts.

  “Hana, stop that!” Saya squealed. “We don’t have time for this! That things getting away! Hey, where’s Kira anyway? Shouldn’t
Mrs. Dark and Creepy be helping out here?”

  “It can’t get too far,” Hana said, still jiggling Saya’s boobs. “there are a lot of animals in this school, and since I can speak to them, I’ll always know where it’s at. Especially if it stays in the school, which it seems to be weirdly doing for some reason.”

  An explosion in the distance - in the direction the monster flew down - cut their conversation short.

  The girls followed the sound, mentally readying themselves for battle once again.

  Kira rapidly poured over the pages of her large spell book in the empty classroom while her winged snakelike familiar, a tiny creature that called himself Imp, slept soundly on her shoulders. His loud and irregular snoring was distracting, but try as she might she couldn’t wake him up, so she did her best to try and ignore him. The other Morituri thought she was trying to find a banishment spell to return the monster terrorizing the school back to its home realm, but in reality, she was looking for something else entirely.

  And timing was critical.

  She rubbed her temples and shook her head, hating her life, wishing for the hundredth time that she was a normal girl with a normal boyfriend going to a normal school. But that was impossible. The fact of the matter was, she never had a boyfriend, and her gift, a strange supernatural talent that only a tiny portion of the population developed, prevented any kind of normalcy for her. Especially since her ability enabled her to tap into and utilize the dark arts. Even other Morituri feared and disliked her, which made her social existence pure hell.

  Still, she had no one to blame but herself…

  “I found it!” She said, jumping up and down enthusiastically.

  She straightened her back, briefly closed her eyes, and composed herself. Channeling the dark arts was risky if your mind wasn’t completely clear and focused. She glanced around the room to make sure there wouldn’t be any distractions, then started reading the arcane incantations transcribed in the book. A spell she had spent her entire lifetime developing.