User:H64/Aspierotica

foreard: th8is is a story abouta dude whos life gets progressively awesomer.

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George Edwards lies in a pool of blood before me with his head a couple meters /too/ detatched. Who is George Edwards besides, until recently, the wealthiest man in the Shibuya district of Tokyo Beta? Who is George Edwards besides, until recently, the controlling interest of Tokyo Link, the largest psynet conglomerate of the world? Who is this George Edwards and why is he wearing a fursuit and why is he decapitated.

An itch in my mind suggests these events are not unrelated. The itch moves to my neck. "The itch" its called, a common name sure, but in Tokyo Beta the itch refers to only one thing. It has been on my neck for at least a couple neodays now. I roll the stainless steel D20 in my pocket in hopes of getting a saving fix of the good stuff. It rolls low. I'll have to wait.

I light a broken hello kitty cigarette and put the pack back in my pocket wrapped safely in the vending machine panties I was out to get this night. This night that I find George Edwards dead in an alleyway behind my loft apartment. I inhale and take pause to look up at the broken moon. "Tokyo Beta." I thought, exhaling. "Crazy town."

If only it had been a few nights earlier in the quaint little sushi bar in Osaka where I first met her. It started innocently enough, we somehow fell into being allies in an argument regarding the season finale of Naruto with some uneducated wannaboo.

The confrontation left us feeling slightly more confident in our intellectual abilities.

she put her bear hat back on and pulled some pocky out of her panda messenger bag. nibbling on it in a cat-like fashion she muttered,

"stupid people dont comprehend anime"

the spray of crumbs from her lips mists my face. i slyly leaned over to her, raised one eyebrow and said,

"yknow," "i know /all/ the pokemon"

her nipples stood erectly like two pink rose-buds in winter, rhythmically perking towards me eagerly. she began to blush, and as her large eyes met mine a whimper of anticipation escaped her rainbow-glittered lips.

i took her up into my arms. my growing excitement prodded her gently. she seemed embarrased.

"i know youre shy," i said "this must be your first time with a REAL otakujin"

"nyaa" she sighed.

i placed her on the countertop and force-pushed away the obstacles to make room for our conjugation. her lips began to swell, our eyes closing as we locked into a passionate seppun. escaping for breath she enclosed her legs around my waist. she leaned back and gazed longingly into my eyes.

aware of her fragile disposition her eyes began to glaze over with tears, she sadly whispered

"be good to me.."

i smiled. a tear rolled down her freckled cheek. she smiled, her perfect teeth glimmering under the obsidian braces.

as she undoes the pigtails her silky asymmetrical blue hair falls just short of shoulderlength, her position causing her plaid skirt to drape up from her smooth white-stocking-clad thighs, my hardened member piquing.

gently placing my hand behind her head, and another on her waist i marvel at her delicate frame and feel the soft texture of her hair, which is much shorter in back than on the sides. my gaze falls into the wells of her soul and i now know that time has ceased, if not for just this perfect moment, and she was mine. again we kissed, and her gentle hand began groping my solidified passion.

her nimble fingers find their way to my jeans and she unzips me. i go to remove my silk dragon over-shirt but, "nnn!" she moans while biting her bottom lip, her expression telling me to leave it on.

her rock-hard stomach is now exposed, like a firm dance dance revolution pad (home version). the heat from our passion causing tiny beads of sweat to form on her pale skin. we lock lips once more, and i begin groping her double-d breasts, slowly working my way down to her pantiless underskirt. her pubus is smooth.

my fingers work their way around to her creamy thighs, gently caressing the interior or her legs. her grip on my stifness increases in magnitude as she releases a deep sigh.

"your hands are so soft", she whispers "that is because i am a computer programmer"

a whimper of ecstacy escapes her quivering body.

"no more words" i tell her, as i begin to baste her area with the nectar of her ripened pomagranate.

she looks into my eyes, her body beginning to tremble as she reaches for the back of my head. "please," she begins, her tears of shame a sign of her heighting plateu, "make me come". applying more pressure i can feel her swelling increase. she has released my manhood from its denim imprisonment, knowing it must feed, she begins rubbing it against her puckering fountain of ambrosia.

she sighs in a more rhythmic pattern. im not sure why but i feel in my soul she is one of a kind. i am overjoyed to be sharing this moment with her. there is but one thing in my mind and that is her coming again and again across a sea of infinity, enveloped in my arms.

her eyes roll back into her skull, though her mouth swung wide open she is at a loss of vocal power, gripped by her sensuality pulsating to a crescendo of blissful white light, it blasts away reality and all that encompasses it.

she is asleep now, on the sushi bar where we had first encountered the gaijin.

i grab a few pocky and kiss her on her forehead. maybe, d20 willing, i'll see her again someday. priority comes back into focus and i know what i must do. i head for the door.

on the streets of tokyo beta i gaze around at the swarming masses, going about their happy lives. i take my matrix style sunglasses out of the front pocket of my dragon shirt and put them on. out of the surrounding buildings leap a fox, a wolf, a tiger, a skunk and a marmoset.

"youre late" i say, choosing the flying eagle stance my former sensei had shown me before his untimely assassination.

the people cleared the area, knowing the streets were no longer a safe place with what was coming.

"fang wants you alive this time, dragon" the tiger said.

alive? hah!

"you'll have to kill me first!"

i did a double backflip and kicked off the building behind me, doing three front flips over the wolf in front. a strong highkick sent him flying into the marmoset.

the tiger and the skunk charged. i swept out the skunks feet and force-pushed the tiger back into a brick wall. i grabbed the skunks tail and began swinging him around, and launched him into the fox. the marmoset and wolf had now recovered and came at me. i dodged their punches and returned a couple of my own, knocking them down. i turned to the tiger.

"you shouldnt be mean to the skunk," the tiger roared as he aimed his gun, "he has asperger syndrome!"

just as he fired i unsheathed my sword and cut the bullet in half.

"so do i" i replied.

utterly destroyed the foes retreated. i took out the pack of hello kitty cigs and light the last one.

--- CHRONOLOGICAL DISTORTION ---

"it seems whenever i see you trouble's never far behind"

she winks and i know she wants to go somewhere quiet.

"i want to give you something..." she says while pulling a handful of cloth from her pocket.

"do you think.. well, maybe its not vending machine quality.. but will you sniff mine from now on?"

she places the panties in my hand, her face red and looking down.

"i've been penetrated before by girlfriends but you are the first boy i've ever..."

she stops. she is looking down but i see a tear fall. she jumps in to hug me. she buries her hooded head in my chest. her sweater is rough and smells of cigarettes. she looks up to me with tears in her eyes. she kisses me. i'll never be the same.

--- CHRONOLOGICAL DISTORTION ---

"the eagle stance will enhance your ki dramatically but only for a short time, and for a short time allow you to expend a larger force upon objects. use it only when outnumbered by two or three if there is a marmoset involved, it demands too much from the body."

--- CHRONOLOGICAL DISTORTION ---

and then suddenly she appeared. this isnt good.

"you? you did this?"

"aw baby its not what it looks like."

she didnt wait to hear my explanation. she leaped on me in glomping fashion.

"they've been following me for days."

wait.

"following you?"

"yes."

i didnt understand.

"i dont understand."

"i never told you my name.."

"i figured you'd get to it when you were ready."

she smirked.

"its.."

"..."

"...marmoset..."

overcome with guilt and embarassment her smile turns to a sour frown and her eyes well up with tears.

"my parents were furries. please forgive me."

she buried her face in my chest and wept.

i held her and said it was ok.

"my last name.." she sniffled, "is edwards."

but that means..

"your father..."

"yes. george edwards, my father, the wealthiest man in shibuya was a closet furry. i had no choice. i killed him. because furries are an abomination of god."

"true."

"i hated him. always trying to give me a free ride. my parents. always trying to push their disease on me. i moved out when i was 16 into an apartment with my first girlfriend and got a job as a web designer. if only he wasnt a furry maybe he wouldn't have been such a faggot."

i held her close, our warm bodies glowing under the broken moonlight. she looks up, her eyes glistening, a sigh escapes her.

"marm"