章節 428: Strange Sustenance (Kill la Kill)
A/N: Strange Sustenance was a commissioned one shot originally written May of this year. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Themes: Clothing Sex, Unusual Sex, Threesome
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It's the middle of the night when Saito wakes up. But then, to be fair, he has a very good reason for coming awake when he should be fast asleep. That reason is the fast-paced, almost aggressive sucking sensation down at his crotch. Someone is going to TOWN on his cock, and it feels like a combination of getting his dick sucked and fucked at the same time. There's no tongue, but the suction is unlike any pussy the young man has ever felt before.
Not to mention, he's home alone in his apartment, and did NOT invite a girl over the night before, so there shouldn't have been anyone to give him that frankly phenomenal feeling ANYWAYS.
Coming awake with a groan, Saito opens his eyes, blinking rapidly as he takes this all in.
"Wha-mmph!"
Before he can even get a full word out, his mouth is covered by a hand. Wait, no… not a hand. It's not fingers, but rather cloth that silences him, the sleeve of some garment suddenly keeping his mouth shut.
"Shhhh… careful now. Window's open. Someone might hear us~"
The sultry, seductive, feminine voice is nice… but not knowing who it belongs to or where it's coming from is a lot less nice. Blinking blearily, Saito glances over to see that his bedroom window is indeed open right now, letting in the cool night air. His eyes widen at the realization that this is a home invasion. Holy shit… he's being raped?!
Not that the experience is at all as traumatizing as one might have expected. Indeed, the sensations taking place down below are… surprisingly pleasurable. Still, he's more than a little confused, and if nothing else, feels like he deserves to put a face to the voice he just heard. Only, when he looks up… he doesn't see anyone's head. There's something in the dark, moving around on top of him though.
A glance down doesn't show a head either. So his assailant isn't sucking his cock… but also isn't riding him? The fuck is going on? With his mouth still covered by the sleeve, Saito carefully reaches over to the lamp on the night table by the side of his bed. He's just about to turn it on when the sultry feminine voice calls out again.
"Hey… don't freak out, alright?"
It sounds almost like a well-natured warning, of sorts. But what the fuck is that even supposed to mean? Steeling himself, Saito flicks on the lamp and illuminates his bedroom a fair bit more. At the very least, he can suddenly see what's going on right in front of him, on his bed and on top of his laid out form. Except…
Well, you know how they say knowing is half the battle, and seeing is believing? Well, they also say there are exceptions to every rule, and Saito feels like he just found one for both of those. He sees what he sees and knows what he knows now… but it only gives him more questions than answers.
For one, there is no girl in the room with him. No human girl, anyways. Instead, what's currently sat astride him, his cock buried underneath a low cut skirt, is a navy-blue and red sailor suit, with a wide-open mid-riff. Over the chest is… what looks to be two patches, one black and mimicking an eye patch, and the other red and yellow and almost mimicking an… eye?
Saito tries to say 'Holy FUCK!' when that 'eye' suddenly blinks at him, but with the sailor uniform's sleeve still covering his mouth, it just comes out muffled.
"MMPH!"
"I said not to freak out~ C'mon, we're having fun aren't we? Relax~"
… Yep, the sex-on-wheels female voice is coming from the sailor uniform. The… sentient sailor uniform? The fact that she's not wrong is probably the only thing that keeps Saito from blowing a gasket and really trying to fight back. She's covering his mouth, sure, but not his nose, so he can still breathe at least. On top of that… fuck, it does feel really good, whatever the fuck she's doing to his cock.
Slowly, Saito begins to calm down, under the watchful gaze of the sentient clothing that has somehow invaded his bedroom and decided to take him for a ride. It's really not that bad, truth be told. Hesitantly, he begins to thrust up inside of the sucking, flexing space his cock is currently being milked by. This causes a ripple to go through the sailor uniform, a shiver if you will.
"Oooh, yeah baby. Go on. Give me more. Fuck, you're tasty. I can tell, this is going to be a treat~"
The sleeve comes off of his mouth then, and the clothing leans forward, planting both of her sleeves on either side of his head. She rides him even faster. Saito's hands come up, to try and grab at a butt that isn't there, but he just ends up with two fistfuls of low-cut skirt instead. She's a skimpy outfit, this sentient sailor uniform, and he wonders if that's why she's so… slutty, or if that's just a coincidence.
Is it alright that she thinks he's tasty? Is that okay, coming from sentient clothing? Does it mean the same thing as when a human woman might say it, or is it something more monstrous that he should be worried about?
… There's really no point in panicking, is there? If she wanted to, she could have done anything she wanted to him while he was still asleep. Instead, she'd gone for a ride. So… he might as well enjoy himself, he supposed? That didn't mean he didn't have questions, however. Continuing to grip at her skirt, he thrusts up into whatever the fuck she has for a hole down under there and groans.
"Do you… d-do you have a name?"
There's a pause, and then a sultry chuckle.
"Oh? Getting rather forward, are we?"
Looking at the clothing with a deadpan stare, Saito raises an eyebrow.
"You're riding me, sweetheart."
One of the sleeves comes up in the approximation of a hand over a mouth.
"O-Oh my. Pet names already? Well, I suppose I should nip that in the bed. You can call me Senketsu. And before you ask, I'm a Kamui. And no, I ain't giving you anything more beyond that. Just enjoy the ride, handsome."
Saito slowly nods as he assimilates that information. Senketsu the Kamui. Right. Well, while no one would ever believe him, he could at least say he knew for his own satisfaction. Honestly, he was a nobody. He lived on the artificial island of Honno City, but he was just a maintenance worker, not even good enough to get a spot in Honnoji Academy.
This was nice though… a nice little distraction, from his otherwise banal, mediocre life.
And so, he does as Senketsu suggested, and enjoys the ride. While she's definitely controlling the tempo mostly, Saito can at least contribute, rather than simply laying there like a dead fish. Instead, he thrusts up into her from below with all his might, fucking the sentient sailor uniform and ignoring the utter ridiculousness of the situation to the best of his ability.
In turn, she lets out wanton moans. How much those noises are for his benefit and how real they are, he knows not. What he DOES know is that the suction of her pussy equivalent is getting more aggressive, and the feel of it flexing and sliding up and down his throbbing, pulsating cock is getting more and more pleasurable. Sooner, rather than later, Saito lets out a groan and a warning.
"F-Fuck… Senketsu, I'm cumming!"
"Yes! Cum for me big boy! Deep inside!"
Inside where? But it's not like he really has time to question that beyond that sole thought. A moment later he is indeed cumming inside… and even with a wide open midriff space in the center of the sentient clothing, Saito sees not an ounce of his seed spurt up anywhere. Nor does the Kamui, as she'd called herself, bloat up or inflate in any visible way.
He's not sure what he was expecting, but for her to just… suck it all up with no discernable change is a little disturbing. Still, she DOES let out a positively reverberating moan, and her entire 'body' seems to quiver and shiver and shudder in place, before one last spasm causes her to go still and limp upon his chest.
For a moment, Saito wonders if he's killed her. Then, he wonders if he's going crazy. Did he just have a wet dream where he fucked some clothing, and it was all in his head? Was this a halluc-
With a 'gasp', Senketsu comes back to life, rising back up off of his chest and looking down at him with that weird yellow and red eye of hers. After a moment, she pulls off of his cock and floats into the air, much to Saito's wide-eyed shock.
"Heh, just like I thought. There's something special about you, boy. Not sure what, but what I do know is that you've got some seriously tasty seed. Didn't even need any blood… the cum alone is enough to sate me for the next long while~"
Well, that was a nice compliment- wait, blood?!
"Anyways, it was fun, but I should probably be getting back. Don't want HER to realize I went anywhere, hehe. Keep yourself safe for me, handsome. And keep your window unlocked. I could get in either way, but it'll be nicer of you. I'll probably be back for more before you know it~"
And then, the Kamui flutters out the window and a moment later is out of sight. Saito springs from his bed and makes for the open window, looking out it in bewildered, dazed, and confused shock… but the sentient sailor uniform is already gone, apparently. He can see no sign of it anywhere, and he's left… he's left wondering if it ever happened to begin with.
Rubbing his eyes, the young man looks around the night sky of Honno Island a moment longer, before closing his window. He briefly reaches for the latch to lock it… before ultimately deciding to leave it unlocked as he heads back to bed.
Was probably just a dream. Yeah… just… just a dream.
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"Rraaaaagh! Satsuki Kiryuin!"
"Nnngah! Ryuko Matoi!"
Saito nearly jumps out of his skin, when what feels like an explosion takes place right next to him. The young man yelps, being dressed up in his coveralls for his maintenance job. He was hard at work when… well, when the wall exploded, and two scantily clad girls came flying through it. Eyes wide, Saito can only cower and stare at the sight. It feels like he's just found himself in an apocalypse… a very sexy apocalypse.
Wait a second… no, there was no way. It had been three nights ago that he'd had that crazy dream, about a 'Kamui' named 'Senketsu'. But he'd just chalked it up to a fantasy. There was just no way it could actually be real… right?
He must have hallucinated it or something, and even though he'd left his window unlocked every night since, there'd been no repeat performance, further solidifying his beliefs. However, as he looks at the two young ladies fighting now, watching them perform superhuman feats at a breakneck pace against one another… wasn't that Senketsu on the one with the wild dark blue hair?
The Kamui looked a little different now that she was actually on a girl's body, for instance the skirt was now connected to the top by three suspenders… but at the same time, that was definitely what Saito remembered seeing in what he'd thought had been a fever dream.
Meanwhile, the other girl… hold up, had they said Satsuki Kiryuin? Now, Saito might have been small potatoes, but even he knew who was in charge of the academy, and thus the entire damn city. In fact, one could call Satsuki's rule over the artificial island of Honno somewhat… totalitarian. It felt like Saito couldn't even go a day without running into one of her broadcasted speeches. They usually sounded like the ravings of a mad woman to Saito… not that he would ever say that to the stern-looking girl's face.
Well, at least they hadn't noticed him. As they fight, Saito looks for an exit. It's definitely past time to get out of here. Not like the maintenance request he was trying to fulfill is even completable anymore, with the sheer amount of property damage the two girls are causing. No, it really is best if he just makes himself scarce and handles the existential crisis of finding out that Senketsu actually WAS real and not some fever dream later.
Yep, just going to sneak right this way and-
"Oh! Look who it is. Looking fine, handsome!"
Saito freezes, as silence falls over the 'battlefield'. One could hear a pin drop, as Senketsu catcalls him. Not just that, she follows it up with an honest-to-god wolf whistle! With that in mind, it's no surprise, really, that Ryuko and Satsuki both stop in their tracks, looking equally flabbergasted. Saito, meanwhile, just blanches when their eyes both zero in on HIM, the only other human being in the area.
"Hey Junketsu. You see that guy over there? Yeah, his cum is to die for. Like, better than either of these two's blood. Don't know what his deal is, but you've GOTTA try it out at least once."
This was surreal. Was this completely insane to anyone else? Certainly, Satsuki scowls as Ryuko looks down at herself in disgust.
"I see your game, Matoi! Your Kamui seeks to distract me in the midst of battle, to disrupt my bond with Junketsu! However, it will not work! I have COMPLETE control over Junketsu, unlike your mercurial relationship with your Kamui!"
Huh, that sounded… interesting. But also, a little like slavery? Saito couldn't help but frown, but it wasn't like he was about to butt in and start debating the ethics of 'controlling' sentient clothing or whatever. He didn't really have to though… because Senketsu wasn't done.
"Oh yeah, that's right. I suppose you CAN'T take him for a ride, because you're too busy getting dommy mommy'd by your user. Damn, that must suck, being trapped like that and controlled…"
Suddenly, Satsuki twitches, her arm fidgeting wildly. She looks down at herself with a glare… that rapidly turns into an expression of dismay.
"W-What?!"
Meanwhile, Saito's eyes widen as the white-and-blue sailor uniform, clearly another one of these Kamui just like Senketsu, tears itself clean off of Satsuki's body and lunges through the air at Saito. He's just a guy, just a normal human man, and thus can't react in time to stop it from tackling him to the ground. In a second, he's on his back. In two seconds, the crotch of his maintenance worker uniform has been torn asunder, freeing his cock from its confines.
"GENTLY, Junketsu, GENTLY! I'm telling you; his seed is MUCH better than his blood. I should know, I tried both~"
Wait, what? Saito's head is reeling, as Senketsu in turn tears herself off of Ryuko's body as well and floats on over. Much to his shock, the insanely aggressive Junketsu actually slows down… and sinks down onto his cock a moment later, letting it disappear beneath its skirt and wrapping him up in a similar sensation to what he felt that night with Senketsu. Indeed, it's a lot more inexperienced and not quite as suction-based, but sure enough, this new Kamui is soon fucking itself upon his dick as well.
Seriously? Was this seriously happening to him?
"Hey Saito… I know your cock is busy and all… but you've still got a tongue, right?"
Blinking, Saito looks up just in time to see a familiar navy blue skirt slowly fluttering down to cover his face. He can't do much more than groan and stick out his tongue in resignation, licking at whatever the fuck Kamui have in place of pussies. It's a very weird feeling, like he's licking at cloth but also not… but if Senketsu's moans and Junketsu's growls are anything to go off of, they're both enjoying themselves at least.
Which is… good? Because he gets the feeling from what he was seeing before this, that these Kamui chicks could tear him to shreds in an instant. He'd rather stay on their good side, as much as possible. To that end, he palms Junketsu's skirt, gripping it in his fists and begins thrusting up into her from below. The more aggressive sentient sailor uniform likes that, growling her approval as her 'pussy' or pussy-equivalent flexes along his throbbing shaft.
This was fine. Y-Yeah… this was totally fine.
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Meanwhile, there are two half-naked girls, stripped down involuntarily to their underwear, who can only stare at the sight in utter shock and bemusement.
"What the actual fuck?"
THAT was Ryuko Matoi, of course. Satsuki, meanwhile, can't help but direct a glare at the other girl.
"You tell me, Matoi. This was clearly a scheme hatched by YOUR Kamui!"
Blushing, covering her underwear-clad body as best she can, Ryuko just scowls.
"Hey! You said it yourself! Our relationship is MERCURIAL! Though… this takes the fucking cake…"
By comparison, Satsuki Kiryuin has her hands on her hips, seemingly completely unfazed by her own underwear-clad state. Of course, even if she has conquered any shame over her body image that she might have, it's not like she or Ryuko can continue fighting without their Kamui. What would they do? Slap each other until one cried Uncle? No, that would not for a strong tale of battle make.
… Rather, they were forced to put off their conflict until their respective fighting partners were… done with their current activity. Though, from the enthusiastic way both Junketsu and Senketsu were humping the human male trapped beneath them, Satsuki couldn't say when that would be or what state the two Kamui would be in when they were done.
As the two girls stare at the sight with increasingly blank faces to hide their true feelings, they might be surprised to learn that their thoughts actually slowly but surely line up with one another, the longer they watch. In the end, both of them are left contemplating the mechanics of sex with literal clothing, as their two Kamui fuck this random guy right there in front of them.
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