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Despite the fox girl’s smaller frame, it was Botan who was muscled back against the door. The conflict resolution had come to this; she’d snuck in – with no small help from Shizuru who was leading the usual security on a grand chase through the stadium – and sought to give an earful to the sadistic Miss Koto, hopefully to get her to stop toeing the line and make more calls that benefitted the Uramesshi Team. Of course, Koto refused. Her code of ethics made her an invaluable, irreplaceable adjudicator of the Dark Tournament, and she would not be bullied into siding with any participant.
“Especially by a blue-haired bimbo cheerleader,” she added with catty indifference.
Botan bristled with fury. This whole interaction hadn’t gone at all how she’d hoped. She wanted to strike some fear in Koto’s heart, believing that the fox girl would cow and repent of her biased calls heading into the semi-final rounds. Instead, Koto remained steadfast and true to her morals. And she struck a chord on Botan’s nerves.
Well, if words bounced off her, maybe a…
Koto pounced before the foolish thought could fully manifest. Botan wasn’t fortified to endure it and was forced back against the door. “Why, you…!” She was then hushed. Instead of giving an earful, she got a mouthful. Koto wasted not a second to purge her lips and mouth, scouring them with her own, forcing her tongue’s way inside, vaguely tasting the booze that may have led Botan to this misbegotten scheme and detected just the faintest hint of smoke.
Apparently the Urameshi Team’s trainer got around, which would make this a smoother transaction.
Botan was left stupefied and breathing hard when Koto receded, licking her lips to keep the lingering taste. And then she set her sights on Botan’s blouse and began busying her hands with the buttons. Briefly, less with anger and more with modest apprehension, Botan snatched her hands and asked just what was happening! “It’s exciting to get to the semi-finals, isn’t it?” Koto asked in response, and then buried her whiskered face into the nape of Botan’s neck.
Botan tensed up, shivering as she felt the fangs prick gently at her collar. Guess demons really do love their competition! The ferry girl was plastered against the door now, unable to do much beyond breathing deeply and letting the demon finish downing the line of buttons.
Was it something about Hanging Neck Island that led people to depravity?! It was only the second night’s stay that had her mounted by Shizuru, leering and saying that the boys shouldn’t have all the fun while here. Her first lesbian experience, and Shizuru was a splendid coach. When they were both stripped bare-ass naked, she’d leaned into the blue-haired woman’s crotch with her knee, smirking in her face as she ground it into Botan’s womanhood. Their breasts were similar sizes with the discrepancy being the skin tones; Shizuru hovered hers above Botan’s to accurately skew their perked nipples against one another. She was a visual lover, Botan realized, always wanting a vantage point of what was going on between them.
It was more intense when Keiko joined in a few nights later. Poor, unassuming, troubled Keiko. She needed to loosen up. She confessed that she and Yusuke had done the deed, and after downing her beer, Shizuru said with a smirk, “That settles it.” Both Botan and Keiko were her playthings that night, undressed and side by side, clutching each other’s hands as they spread their legs and let Shizuru – sitting off the bed to level out with their presented pussies – fingerbang them simultaneously, a pussy for each hand until they were gushing.
Now here Botan was, being assaulted by the referee she otherwise could not stand. The lips on the nape of her neck felt good, though; she’d have to wear concealer to hide the hickey tomorrow. With a sigh of delight, Koto pulled back and yanked the undone blouse open. A pesky undershirt; she frowned with a peeking fang out the corner of her mouth, but yanked the top out of the brown pants and over the woman’s head. “There we go,” Koto said with some amusement and elation, eyeing the white frilled bra holstering a set of reasonably-plump breasts.
Botan never felt she had any reason to be anything but proud of the size of her B-cup breasts. They had weight, but held firm to her chest, gave an alluring wobble when free but did not jostle all over the place, and Shizuru seemed perfectly content – and Keiko, perfectly envious – to suckle on them when given the chance. Now was the fox girl’s turn, apparently. Or – and Koto pointed this out in a quick interlude – she could leave fully dressed to a detention center for trespassing on a reputable tournament official. The choice was more than obvious when Botan’s own inhibitions were already weakened.
With blatant disregard for boundaries and preamble, Koto hooked her thumb at the latch between cups and tugged the underwear upward, letting loose the twin hills with a conservative bounce, brandishing two candy-pink nipples that were rigid from sheer excitement. Koto laughed like she discovered a well-hidden treasure and put her hands on the mounds, mashing and molding them together in jubilant delight. “They’re not so bad,” she mused, tightening her grip up to pinch the sensitive tips between thumb and crooked forefingers.
“Ow!” Botan scowled. “Not so rough with them!” Though she knew, somewhere in her addled brain, that those were not the right words to reprimand her. She should swing a hand and do everything in her power to resist, and at the same time… Well, in a sense, she was on vacation and should enjoy herself.
“How can you say that!” jeered Koto, still marveling at the breasts and plucking at their tips to get them nice and swollen. “When you have a pair like these, you have to show them off or let them go to waste!”
She was sounding like she had a microphone in her hand. Thank goodness she didn’t.
Soon enough, she swept down to put her mouth to them; not to suckle, though. Her lips pursed from time to time to plant a chaste kiss against the supple flesh, smearing her lower face and nuzzling affectionately, but her doting was spent more with her tongue wagging up and down across Botan’s shy but stiff buds. And it seemed also that Koto had a keenness for sniffing, inhaling deeply when she pressed between the bosoms with her snout right up against Botan’s sternum. This in particular made Botan flush with a sense of modesty and affection; the shampoo was fragrant in Koto’s fluffy brown hair, her ears flapped quietly, and she just acted like a pet happy to be with her owner.
Until those eyes flashed up and glinted again.
Botan bit back a yelp when her trousers were unzipped, unbuttoned, and descended in a hurried yank, bringing her panties down with them for Koto to get further acquainted. At once, she began her trek down, though not without adorning Botan’s milky skin with kisses and nips, darting her tongue into Botan’s navel and letting her tongue drag the rest of the way downward until she reached a coarse but contained thatch of hair. She withdrew to have a looksee, and with some appreciated surprise, she gave a glance up at Botan, who was unsure if she should smirk smugly or give a nod.
She did neither, as Koto’s surprise wasn’t great enough to really stall her long. Her appetite was up, and passing the blue curls, she hitched the plumped lips of Botan’s labia with her thumbs and brought her tongue to the exposed nodule that made the standing woman falter and catch Koto’s shoulders for stability.
“Now-Now there’s—oh!—no reason to b-be hasty!” jabbered Botan with a face twisting up in delight, eyes crossing toward the back of their sockets.
Koto didn’t heed her and assaulted with all sense of vigor, flicking the exposed clit and running her tongue through the juicy folds. She may have been as good as Shizuru, if less patient. Shizuru could take her time stroking with methodical fingers down there, egging Botan’s arousal with stimulating words, but Koto dove straight for the feast. Pressing her mouth into the cleft, not minding the saturation from Botan’s drippy arousal, her green eyes stared up innocently at the blushing ferry woman, watching the expression pass across her face with each flourish of tongue and shuffle of lips.
With the pussy engorged and accessible, Koto’s hands were free to roam. First, she did away with the half-dropped pants – Botan was fumblingly compliant in stepping out of them – and then began to caress the silken smoothness of Botan’s legs. From ankles to shins and calves, she touched; the backs of her knees, and then onward to the swell of her thighs. Koto pulled her mouth back with an elated sigh before shoving back in and devouring Botan’s delicious quim, all while dragging her nails down – not terribly hard – Botan’s thighs. The raking claws sent a tremor of delight through Botan that snapped her reserves and caused her to dowse Koto’s mouth with her release; Koto happily reclined with a wide mouth and reaching tongue, giggling as she was bathed in the female ejaculate. Beneath her hands, she felt the muscles of Botan’s legs tightening and spasming, reckless and as wild as the throes of her orgasm. Reservedly, Botan had the sense to clap a hand over her mouth the stifle the loudest shrieks of her pleasure, but her bucking hips resonated against the door when her butt thrust back into it.
When the elation was subsiding, but before her sense had started to return, Botan was carted away from the door by her wrist and soon found herself facedown on the bed. Not an optimum position for lady lovers unless there was a toy available; catty Miss Koto didn’t have one in hand, yet seemed preferrable to this stance. Firstly, she yielded her top, untying her necktie and tugging off her top so that two D-cup breasts could jumble out magnificently. No bra?! And they were that big?! Botan suddenly felt inferior for thinking her high-set breasts were something to be proud of! No wonder Yusuke had his doubts when discussing the realness of Koto’s set.
Koto didn’t dwell on their arrival any longer than it took to toss her shirt onto a chair and make quick work of her pink shorts and stockings. She had a fuller mound of chestnut-brown hair that glistened with the evidence of her sexual excitement. Botan gulped and steeled herself to return the favor even if Koto had other plans in mind. With a playful leap, she joined Botan on the bed. Botan stammered, wanting to collect herself and maybe even lay out some ground rules. She was becoming more open to this idea – Her pink gash certainly was willing to play more – but someone energetic as Koto might prove a bit more demon in the sheets than she was ready for.
“Hey now!” Botan complained when she was turned back over, returning to her position of front-down-back-up. She scowled over her shoulder, her cheeks a tough shade of crimson as her butt was raised, a pillow stuff under to keep it slightly lifted. “Listen here! You can’t just…!” Her mouth clamped shut when Koto proceeded.
Koto mounted her, fixing her arms and legs around Team Urameshi’s trainer, and thrust. No toys or extra demon surprises; just thrust. A feminine mound ricocheting off of Botan’s pleasantly plump posterior. She could feel the slight itch of the thick bush colliding against her, shoving up against her cheeks as a man would, but with no penetration. Botan’s expression shifted awkwardly as she peered back at Koto, who was steadily gaining oomph in her motions.
While she was not particularly stimulated by the action, bucking off of Koto’s thrusts with ponytail bobbing and side curls swinging, Botan grunted softly each time the hips hammered down on her. More blunt than just spanking, and it sent her heaving forward with each impact. She looked concernedly back, wanting to address the behavior, but held back when she saw the idealistic pleasure on Koto’s face; her eyes happy arches, her mouth split in a wide, toothy smile, her tits rolling underneath her. It must have been some kind of dominance play, because aside from a few gyrations to grind her clit between rump and bush, Koto was steadfast to empty humping. And if she was to have an opinion, Botan would have preferred something plunging in and out of her…
“There!” jubilated Koto with a push that knocked Botan forward with an exclamation. Catching herself and fisting the blankets, rumpling an otherwise-neatly-made bed, Botan reprimanded the fox girl in time to feel the warm rush of liquid spraying across her rosy cheeks. Apparently, the excitable apparition had found her conclusion after all. Botan held her tongue – unusual for her – and watched in mortified fascination as Koto first squirted over her ass, and then reared up, thrusting her hips out, flicking her clit back and forth with her fingers to invigorate her passion until it was used up. Behind her, her tail waved back and forth frantically, stiffening up only at the end of her orgasm.
And then, with a sated sigh, she plopped back, legs wide open and pussy dripping, her whole aura glowing with satisfaction. Dazedly, she wiped at her brow with her forearm and then reclined on her elbows, her tits heedlessly settling and sloping somewhat to the sides, the dark-hue nipples pert; Botan still couldn’t help looking at them even when troubled by the sticky mess covering her backside. “Guess I couldn’t control myself after all,” Koto snickered, her whiskers twitching in her smile. “Well, it’s exciting, anyway!” She sat up more firmly, fists pumping so quick that Botan withdrew with an arm raised in defense. She stared with bewilderment as Koto cheered, “The semi-finals! We’re really getting there! A girl can’t help but cut loose, right?!”
“Uh…” Botan’s lips twisted mechanically into something close to a smile. “Right.” It seemed she’d just about forgotten why she’d come here in the first place.
The wind down was awkward – for Botan – and uneventful. Koto patted herself down, sighing and acting like she’d gotten through a gratifying workout. Stretching her arms and then her legs – indecently showing off her posterior and vulva to Botan – she announced that she was in a need of a shower after that. “And don’t worry,” Koto told her, “room service will take care of the bedding. Now how about you run along?” She made a scooting motion with her hand and patronizingly said that she couldn’t spend all night with a fan when there was so much work to do in the morning. But before Botan could work up an argument – which seemed brewing anew in her from Koto’s haughty and dismissive gestures – Koto sought to settle her by picking up Botan’s discarded panties and flashing the back of them. Botan was in disbelief.
“Just a little gift for a fan,” Koto proclaimed, showing off her penmanship.
In shame, Botan had to wear Koto’s autograph on her butt as she scuttled out of the room as Koto began her shower, making practice announcements in the bathroom all the while. “Oh!” fumed the sex-frazzled ferry girl. “I swear, one day, I’m gonna get her!”
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Kuwabara fussed in his sleep, grunting weakly, arguing with someone in his dreams. “No! Tell him to go away…!”
“Kuwabara, wake up!” Yusuke jostled his friend awake; Kuwabara surged up with a start, panting, fearing the nightmare even now.
“Urameshi,” he gasped. “They’re real!”
“Fox girl’s?”
Kuwabara looked at Yusuke with a frown. “Yeah! I just had a dream…! It was like a premonition or something! Dr. Ichigaki was trying to convince her to get a boob reduction!”
Yusuke flinched, sweating and his face twisted in concern and rage. “What?! Stupid doctor thinks he can screw around with people’s lives and tits! Guh!” He bolted, rushing out the room and promising vengeance on the little troll wrapped in bandages in the infirmary, apparently still alive after his bout with Team Urameshi.
Close to mumification under all the gauze, Ichigaki had already taken a vow to change his ways and help the betterment of humankind, renouncing his demon ways. So when Yusuke burst in the room, he shivered fearfully. “Please,” he whimpered, “no!” And then began a beating of Yonger Toguro v Spirit Warriors proportions. And in the end, Koto kept her big, bountiful breasts.
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… to cum!