I: Sleep Depraved

It was another warm summer night in Gensokyo, and Marisa was just waking up after what felt like a light breeze sent goosebumps up her arms and legs. They pricked a little painfully after such a peaceful sleep and she rolled over in an effort to ignore them, but instead of a pillow, her cheek met cold wood. After a moment to register that fact, she sat up groggily with hazy recognition that this was not her room. It was too big, and her bed certainly wasn't made of hardwood. She was lying on what she discerned to be her own dress after running her fingers across it and feeling the small brass studs sewn into the front, which left her in nothing but a tank-top and short bloomers. She decided it might be a good idea to take a look around, but the moment she turned her head her whereabouts became perfectly clear.

"Oh," was all her sleepy mind could muster after the immense effort of realizing she was at Reimu's shrine. It had taken her a while to notice, but the large front doors of the shrine were wide open, letting in a pool of cold moonlight. There wasn't any breeze blowing though. It was calm and quiet save for what sounded like breathing. It turned out not to be her own, and as her bleary gaze swept the moonlit room, she saw a few other sleeping forms scattered about. She also saw several bottles and cups on the nearby table, which sparked recollection of a night of raucous drinking with Reimu and the Yakumo "family", who had shown up more or less unannounced as soon as the first drop of alcohol had hit a glass. Yukari had decided to stay over as well, which was unusual. She hadn't even tried anything. She was laid out on a messy futon in one corner with Chen curled next to her, the closet she'd dragged it from still open. Ran was passed out in the middle of the floor a little ways from Marisa, and Reimu herself was asleep with her lower half under the booze-laden table.

Marisa rubbed the grit from her eyes and glanced back at Reimu. She was turned on her side facing Marisa, with her legs extended under the table and her arms stretched out in front of her as if she were reaching for something. Her sleeping face was smooth and untroubled, her breathing light and effortless, which was a stark contrast to the impenetrable apathy she adopted when she was awake. She thought seeming uninterested in everything all the time made her seem like she hadn't a care in the world, but Marisa knew her responsibilities weighed on her greatly. Marisa felt a little flash of affection flutter through her chest as she watched Reimu sleep. The way one of her sleeves had slipped down further than the other, the tangle of her sleep-hair imparting a messy cuteness. She might have been drooling a little, too. Marisa got to hands and knees with the intent of going to check, but the sound of movement caused her to snap her head around to see Ran shuffle in her sleep. Marisa's face flushed and her pulse quickened. If Ran had woken up, she would have caught Marisa staring and no doubt made some scathing remark about it. Yukari sure as hell would have, and Reimu probably would, too.

She kept an eye on Ran until her breathing returned to the slow rhythm of deep sleep and noticed that her hat was not on her head. She had never seen Ran without her hat on and in fact hadn't seen her around very often at all. Seeing anyone without their hat in Gensokyo was beyond rare. If they wore one, it was as good as glued to their head. Even Marisa was reluctant to take hers off outside of one or two trusted locations. This could very well be a once-in-her-lifetime opportunity and she wasn't about to pass that up to fawn over Reimu, since she did that on a daily basis. Crawling slowly, Marisa went around to Ran's side and, at length, examined her fox ears. They seemed a little small since they were always tucked into that strange tasseled hat she usually wore, but they turned out to be almost as long as Marisa's hand. She tilted her head this way and that while fighting the urge to touch, her breathing sounding loud against the room's stillness. She had seen other beast youkai, like Chen who was Ran's cat shikigami, but mostly only dueled with them, never having a chance to really learn about them outside of danmaku. Strangely enough, Ran had human ears in addition to her fox ears, probably having been granted during her transformation from a fox into a shikigami. She tried to inch closer but drew back sharply as her breath must have touched Ran's ear, causing it to twitch downward as if swatting something. She tensed and waited but Ran showed no signs of stirring. After a moment or two to let her settle, Marisa lightly puffed a breath on Ran's ear and had to stifle a little giggle when it twitched again. Ran remained oblivious, and Marisa finally gave in to her urge to touch.

At first Marisa simply traced around the tip of each ear with her fingertips, but soon she grew bolder and had one in each hand. She found if she touched them too lightly they'd move as if trying to subconsciously escape her grasp. She even squeezed them a bit, curious at their pliability. They were surprisingly soft as well, and she found herself growing calm and relaxed, her thoughts drifting with a sort of lazy clarity through her mind. She spent a good portion of her free time here at Reimu's shrine, just laying around and trying to keep her company. She usually just served tea and told her to go home, but every now and again she opened up a little and let some feelings out. Usually alcohol was involved, and Marisa had, on more than one occasion, showed up with a bottle of sake or wine with the excuse that she couldn't drink all of it by herself. As far as she knew, she was the only one Reimu had deeper conversations with and it made her breast swell with pride and happiness. The logical conclusion was that, because of this, she had developed feelings for Reimu, and they'd been friends for a good while now. She had taken an instant liking to her when they had first met, but couldn't quite pin down when she'd developed deeper feelings. Maybe since the beginning. She'd known Alice for a good while, too, what with living in the same forest. She already knew she loved Alice, but the way one loves a much-valued friend. With Reimu, it just might be more than that. "Ah, geeze," Marisa muttered quietly to herself as she stroked her thumbs along the inside of Ran's ears. She wondered what would happen if she told Reimu she liked her more than as a friend. Rejection was the most likely outcome she could imagine, provided she even worked up enough courage to go through with it. Reimu would probably just laugh in her face and ask her if she was joking. 'You're kidding right? Did you eat a weird mushroom or something?' Not to mention they were both girls, which was reason enough for Reimu to laugh her right out of Gensokyo entirely. But maybe, just maybe, Reimu would return her feelings. Reimu was good at hiding what she felt, and she couldn't play favorites or else how could she claim to be the protector of Gensokyo's balance? It made sense.

Marisa imagined confessing; saw Reimu blushing and acting flustered which was cute enough by itself, then smiling warmly before saying 'I love you, too.' Imaginary Marisa then pounced on imaginary Reimu, and their lips met in a passionate kiss while their hands started roaming each other's bodies. Their tongues met between their mouths, and Marisa tried to imagine what Reimu's aroused voice would sound like. Would it be squeaky and high pitched? Quiet and subdued? But then, that didn't really matter because Reimu would notice the bulge in Marisa's dress—'What's that?'. Marisa came back to reality, breathing heavily, wondering how she'd handle that situation. 'It's a dick. Y'know, like men have.' Yeah, like that'd fly. She sighed and cast her gaze down, her eyes falling on her hands still clutching Ran's ears. With a start, she quickly withdrew them and stared at Ran intently, the hump in her dress pulsing faintly. For better or worse, she'd ended up with a dick, magically sewn into her anatomy during an experiment that she wasn't quite sure if she regretted attempting.

Well, it was less 'magically sewn' and more 'accidentally ended up with', but saying it that way wasn't as cool. Her magical studies had taken her far, certainly, but manipulating human physiology was touted as being both incredibly difficult and dangerous, which drew Marisa to it like a moth to flame. She had always felt a little lacking in the chest area, so she started with what was supposed to be a simple flesh transference spell to change that. Things didn't work out exactly how she'd planned, however. She must have drawn part of the fairly complex magic circle the spell called for incorrectly, because when the dust settled and her body stopped tingling, she found she was just as flat as she'd been when she'd started. But she didn't come away with nothing, and as she began her routine well-being check that she ran after every magical mishap, she found she'd come away with something despite her failure. She'd somehow ended up with a dick instead of tits. She just had to touch it, of course. It had been impossible not to, and she'd quickly become addicted to the sensations it had provided. There were some things she just couldn't wrap her head around, though, even allowing for the esoteric mysteries of magic. When she climaxed, it was entirely separate from her female parts, and she was somehow capable of producing what she could only assume was cum. The only experience she'd had with male physiology was from books, and she knew her magic penis was not only entirely unnatural but disproportionate as well. At eight inches, it caused a lot of problems if she let her mind wander when she was out and about. It also had the strange effect of amplifying her feelings and soon, instead of just touching herself because it felt good, she started thinking about her friends in rather inappropriate ways. At least now she had a good reason to. When she thought about Reimu or Alice or Patchy in that way before her little incident, she always felt strange, like she wasn't wired quite right. And now she was feeling up a beast youkai that could rip her in two with as much effort as it took her to breathe, which certainly didn't help disprove that. But that still didn't stop her from noticing Ran was distinctly more female than beast.

The fabric of her gown was stretched tightly over her chest and Marisa had never really been close enough to appreciate how well-endowed she was. On the rare occasions they'd met they were either dueling or she had her hands across her front resting in her gown's huge sleeves. Her body was just an arm's length away. Marisa had gotten herself a little worked up remembering all those sleepless nights with dirty thoughts filling her head, and she felt her curiosity starting to get the better of her. No doubt she'd ruin any chances she had with Reimu—no matter how slim—if she tried anything on her, but Ran, on the other hand, was fast asleep and very drunk. Marisa had drunk enough to forget where she was and even youkai had their limits.

With these thoughts, her crazy idea seemed a little less crazy and before she knew it, her hand was resting on Ran's breast. She could feel it compress when Ran inhaled, alternately squishing up into her fingers and then settling to the edges of her palms when Ran breathed out. She began to shake lightly, and shot a wide-eyed glance over her shoulder to make sure no one else was awake. When she saw that no one was, she reached over and palmed Ran's other breast, barely daring to squeeze and even then ever so lightly. They were soft but firm, the taut fabric of Ran's gown suspending them and pressing them together, and she could feel the squishy bumps of Ran's nipples as she groped. Her blood was pounding in her ears at this point, and she was staring intently at Ran's face, ready to leap away in an instant. Fear gnawed at the back of her mind, and she hoped Ran would have a bit of an alcohol induced delay before being fully aware if she awoke. Marisa tried to quickly come up with an alibi or an escape plan, but her thoughts became less coherent as arousal took priority. Maybe something like 'you were coughing so I was making sure you were okay!' That sounded good, right? She began rubbing her legs together in a subconscious effort to stimulate herself and withdrew her hands, noticing she had started to outright tremble. She'd successfully felt Ran's breasts. Truly an achievement worth noting. She continued to stare for several moments. She felt like she'd really crossed a line in herself. She was officially a complete lesbian now. Like, completely officially. It was one thing touching yourself and, oops I thought of Reimu oh well but it was something completely different touching a girl willingly and liking it. There was no coming back from this. She glanced at Reimu again, wondering how she'd react if she woke up. Considering how pragmatic she was about everything she'd probably just say something like 'don't do that when you're a guest in my shrine' or 'she's gonna kill you if she catches you'. Plus, Reimu would know she was into girls. That might solve the problem of breaking it to her, but it caused a whole slew of others. She'd keep it secret, sure, but what if she started distancing herself? Marisa wasn't sure if she could take that. But that's exactly why she wasn't next to Reimu right now. If Ran caught her, things would be less predictable, but she could handle being shunned by the Yakumos.

She couldn't help but feel a little paranoid with her back to the rest of the room, though. The instincts bred by her kleptomania asserted themselves as she quietly crawled around the room and poked at each of the others to make sure they were sound asleep. She found she didn't even want to touch Reimu, at least not in the same way. She would have much preferred lying next to her, in her outstretched arms, and maybe stroking her hair. No, even that would be too risky. She forced herself to move on to the corner where Yukari lay with Chen curled up at her feet. It was surprising enough that Yukari didn't just go home when things started winding down, but even more surprising was the way she slept. In a word, it was nothing other than slovenly. Her hair was mussed, some of it stuck to her face in a sleepy halo, and she was even snoring lightly. Even if she'd had some sort of ulterior motive for sleeping over, there was no way she'd let herself be seen this way. Unless it played into her plans. Marisa decided she'd leave that speculation for never, and, after peeking at Chen and failing to resist stroking her tails for a few seconds, she returned to Ran.

Her penis was throbbing now, in eager anticipation of whatever it was she was going to do. The feel of Ran's wonderfully squishy breasts was still on her fingertips, but she leaned down so her face was only a couple inches from Ran's with the idea that she wanted to feel Ran's lips. It helped her along that she could still smell alcohol on Ran's breath despite the hours that had passed since they'd been drinking. She'd imagined kissing Reimu quite often, but the opportunity to actually feel someone else's lips on hers was a powerful force since she'd probably never kiss Reimu. Not without receiving heavy injuries. Thus, she easily convinced herself it was worth taking the risk and licked her lips tentatively before pressing them against Ran's. Not too lightly so she could appreciate the feeling, yet not too hard for fear of waking her subject. They were soft and warm, as expected, and tasted slightly of Ran's last drink, but it was still an amazing feeling. She wondered what she looked like, kneeling over Ran like that with their faces so close. She probably looked exactly like she was doing what she was doing, so she just closed her eyes and imagined it was Reimu she was kissing. It actually worked, too, a wondrously vivid image of a passionate kiss with Reimu filling her mind's eye. Her heart started to beat wildly, even faster than it already was, and she could almost feel Reimu's hands clasping hers, but it was Ran's breast that touched her hand. She snapped back to a sitting position and removed the hand from Ran's chest that she didn't remember moving. Her breath came in shaky, drawn-out bursts as she tried to keep her pulse under control and her heart was pounding hard enough to make the front of her shirt quiver. Just imagining kissing Reimu threw her body into such a passion. If she was careful, very very careful, maybe she could get away with just a tiny bit more.

She sidled over to her dress and pulled it along with her back to Ran's side so it was within arm's reach. Since she was wearing a tank-top she could just kind of play dead if Ran woke up. It was a common sight to see party-goers scattered about, asleep in nothing but their underwear, even if they just so happened to end up next to each other. The hard part would be explaining to Ran why she was on top of her, she thought as she inched forward and lifted her leg across Ran to straddle her. She made sure she didn't touch anywhere she didn't intend to, and pulled down the waistband of her bloomers. Her dick came free and slapped against her stomach, and she lowered it so it was parallel to Ran's sleeping form before sliding her knees forward until the head was directly over Ran's lips. Immediately it began to twitch as Ran's hot breath washed over it. The sensation was near orgasmic in itself coupled with the intensity of the moment, but as her cock twitched and jumped, it made contact with Ran's lips just once and she knew she couldn't stop. She pressed lower and felt the soft flesh of Ran's lips squish up against her glans, the feeling of them still fresh on her own. She stayed in that position for long moments teetering on the brink of fear and reckless abandon and threw another glance over her shoulder at the other sleeping shapes, her body shaking as if she was naked in the snow. No one had so much as rolled over. She was in the clear; she was really going to do this.

She turned back to Ran and allowed her surface thoughts to sink beneath her building lust as she attempted to calm her quivering. She slid her hips forward, not even daring to go down half her full length, then slid back, shuddering as she felt a bit of Ran's teeth on her tip. A little too rough maybe, if she was pushing Ran's mouth open. As tempting as that sounded, she reluctantly let up a little and tried closing her eyes to imagine Reimu beneath her. However, all she could imagine was Reimu looking angry, as if Marisa had her against her will. A sigh of frustration escaped her. Not that it was the only reason she was doing this to poor Ran. She was a slave to her lust now, and she thrust her thoughts away again as she became aware of a warm trickling between her legs. The desire to touch her female half was growing exponentially and she arched her back a bit so she could slide her other hand down her shaft and into her bloomers. She brushed over her clitoris, sending shivers out against her existing tremors, then slid a finger inside herself and twisted it around to find her most sensitive places. She had spent many a night like that as well, her fingers buried inside her insatiable slit with thoughts of whoever took her fancy that day. Usually Reimu, but sometimes others as well. Never Ran, though. The memories brought a fond smile to her face as she slipped a third finger in. Her thrusts became more daring as she felt orgasm coiling in her gut and a noticeable pressure building in her base. Faster she went, her cock sliding from tip to base against Ran's face.

Sweet release was just moments away, but panic quickly, almost painfully overrode her pleasure as she realized she hadn't planned to go this far. She tossed her head around in search of her dress or anything at all that wasn't Ran's face, squeezing her dick as she did so like it would actually prevent anything, then reached out behind her to grab her dress. But she made a mistake. Her knee slipped on the hardwood floor and pushed roughly into Ran's side, jolting both of them. Marisa could only freeze and look to Ran's face, and her blood went ice cold when she saw the glint of Ran's eyes in the dark. "Oh shit—R-Ran!" Marisa fell backwards onto her butt and flailed her arms, dragging her legs across Ran's torso in her mad scramble to create distance. Her erection was lost in seconds and Ran's hand closed on air where Marisa's neck had been moments before, then slipped off her legs as she frantically kicked them. She couldn't play dead now since Ran had woken with perfect clarity, and the alibi she had so recently believed would get her out of trouble was just incomprehensible babble on her lips as she panicked.

Eventually Marisa quieted, Ran just staring at her. She slowly withdrew her hand and her body had tensed up as if she was ready to move at a moment's notice. "I—I can explain!"Marisa whispered frantically. "Y-you were coughing, see? So I was checking to make sure you were okay! Oh um, I also took my clothes off." Somehow that didn't come out quite how she had planned it. "I guess I may have drunk too much, hehe." Her laugh sounded weak, even to herself.

"Oh, is that what happened?" The sound of Ran's voice made Marisa flinch, and she drew back sharply as Ran sat up swiftly. "I knew you for a thief, black-white, but what do you stand to gain from groping me in my sleep? You humans are so impulsive it's a wonder you manage to stay alive." Ran sighed, her voice surprisingly level. She didn't even appear to be distressed, which made Marisa's fear mingle with puzzlement. "What did you plan to—what did you do?" She asked as she wiped Marisa's saliva from her lips and looked at the back of her hand.

"Y-you're not gonna kill me?" Marisa asked, a little afraid of the answer. Ran laughed at her and removed the spit coating the back of her hand with a quick swipe against her gown. The image of Ran's arm flashing toward her came back to her. What would have happened had it found its mark? She could also feel faint scratches in her shins and calves where Ran had tried to grab her legs.

"I considered it," Ran said casually as she flexed clawed fingers, making Marisa shudder, "but I'm mostly surprised. Why me and not the shrine maiden? I suppose she would actually kill you, though. Besides, it would cause a lot of trouble even if I had a good reason." She looked at Reimu with a quiet hmm, then back at Marisa. "That said, there's only one reason you'd want to touch me that way, right?" Marisa blushed at Ran's mention of Reimu, and then flinched again as Ran leaned forward, her expression going from flat to predatory. "Why so shy all of the sudden? That's not very like you, black-white." Faster than Marisa's eyes could follow, she tore Marisa's bloomers right off. "You want to mate with me, don't you?" She placed her hands on Marisa's knees and attempted to spread them. Marisa resisted at first, but the strength of a beast youkai easily bested that of a human's and Marisa's legs parted reluctantly. "Aha, so you have one, too."

"Mate? Have one too? What do you mean?" Marisa averted her gaze, her face flushing hotly as images of Gensokyo's inhabitants with dicks tacked on flooded her mind. All her problems would be solved if only Reimu had one, too. She tried to inch backwards, but Ran's claws pricked into her knees so she stayed put.

"Don't play coy, black-white. To think you go around calling yourself ordinary. That," she pointed between Marisa's legs, "is anything but." She cocked her head and eyed Marisa's member for a moment before asking "Can you make it bigger? I didn't get to see it when it was on my face."

"You wanna see it?" Ran just nodded with a look that said 'do we have a problem?' "I can't just—just make it happen," Marisa stuttered. "I really thought I was gonna die, you know?" Ran smiled a sharp, almost hungry smile.

"Be glad you didn't." Marisa saw Ran's fang-like canines glint in the moonlight. "How can you even complain in this situation? Consider it collateral. As opposed to paying with, say, your blood." Marisa stiffened, eyes wide. Ran smiled wider and reached out to grab Marisa's penis, waggling it back and forth. "Good. Hmm, yours certainly looks different," she said, cocking her head and examining Marisa's dick. Marisa began to writhe a little in Ran's grip as she continued to play with it, slowly stroking it now with nothing more than curiosity on her face.

Marisa's breathing escalated as she grew fully hard. She was a bit worried about the inch-long claws tipping each of Ran's fingers, but the light scratches she could feel didn't hurt and almost made her cry out. "Hm, your body doesn't lie as well as your mouth does," Ran said with a smirk. Marisa went from being stunned and a little scared to feeling like a piece of meat on the chopping block, though she'd pretty much been on a chopping block since Ran caught her.

Suddenly, Ran looked hesitant and stole a glance around the room. "What're you gonna do to me?" Marisa asked, trying hard to keep any fear from her voice. She only had an erection in reaction to Ran's fingers. She was too scared to maintain one otherwise. What if Ran decided Marisa didn't need her dick? She could remove it quite easily, and she didn't need magic to do it. Ran's response did not quiet Marisa's fear. She put a finger to her lips and stood, dragging Marisa after her by her dick. "Ow, hey!" Marisa hissed, but Ran clamped a hand over her mouth almost immediately.

"Quiet. Come with me," she said. Marisa didn't have much of a choice, and just barely managed to scoop up her dress and ruined bloomers before Ran led her down the hall and into the bathroom. She motioned for Marisa to slide the door shut, then pulled her over to the toilet and sat her down. "Now, then," she began, but Marisa wrenched free of Ran's grip despite the prick of claws in her cheeks and stared up at her defiantly.

"Just what do you think you're doin'?" She asked hotly. "You're treatin' me like a prisoner or somethin'." Ran looked surprised at Marisa's outburst, but her face quickly changed to a scowl. "I—I mean, you don't gotta hurt me. You could just, you know, tell me instead of yankin' me around."

"Well, I won't apologize. You got yourself into this," she replied, then smiled to show her fangs again."Now, you have two options, Marisa. I will be kind enough to grant you two choices. The first is to dress yourself, go home, and pretend this never happened." Marisa looked at Ran warily. She had her dress and bloomers. If she flew low enough, no one would catch her. So why wasn't she leaving? She felt a reluctance to just go, a leaden weight in her stomach when she tried to move her legs. Once again, curiosity bested her better judgment. "My, what a surprise," Ran said when Marisa didn't make to leave. "Your second option is to face up to your actions, accept their consequences," she leaned down and brought her face just inches from Marisa's, "and mate with me." Then she kissed her, full on the lips. Marisa panicked at first, her lips mashed into Ran's haphazardly, but Ran's hands went to her cheeks and she found herself returning the kiss almost eagerly. Even as she enjoyed the sensation, she was mentally rebuking herself. This is my first kiss! This was supposed to be for Reimu! Ugh, as if. Their tongues met as Ran opened her mouth with a low laugh, her eyes bright with amusement and lust. "Somehow," she said, breaking the kiss to straighten and remove her gown, "I knew you'd stay." She tugged it off in one smooth motion, her bare breasts swinging as she tossed it aside. Marisa could only stare, mouth agape, at Ran's exposed body.

"I-is that—? It's huge!" It wasn't Ran's breasts that had caught her attention, however. It was her ridiculously huge cock. Marisa couldn't help but study it considering it was pulsing right in front of her. She couldn't tell for certain without the proper tools, but it must have been at least a foot long, and a third of that around. It stood out at an angle and bent slightly in the middle, like it was too heavy to support itself, whereas Marisa's stood straight up against her stomach, and Ran's had extra skin covering the tip that Marisa lacked entirely. It looked like it belonged on a beast. But here it was attached to this strikingly voluptuous humanoid, her existence as a four-legged creature long past and likely long forgotten. Had Yukari just somehow given it to her or something? Manipulated the boundary between male and female but for Ran's crotch maybe. "H-how did you get that thing?" Marisa just had to ask. Ran gave her a puzzled look, like she had said something totally crazy.

"That's what you're thinking right now? You are a strange one." Marisa smiled sheepishly and shrugged. She found she was no longer afraid since Ran's ultimatum benefited her no matter what she chose. She stuck around mainly because if she left, Ran would have a lot of leverage what with Marisa feeling her up and all that, and maybe by making it mutual she had a better chance of leveling the field. And hey, she was learning already, and learning was the basis for everything ever for a magician. "It's a side effect from my master, actually." Ran had answered her truthfully, too. Most likely. Marisa was willing to take whatever Ran had in store for her just for that. "A shikigami can be weaker than their master but can never exceed their power. I am far from lady Yukari's limit, but there are some things that just come with being her familiar."

"S-so Chen, too?" This fascinated Marisa, in an admittedly perverse way. She had almost completely forgotten her situation and how she'd landed herself in it.

"Chen is my shikigami," Ran replied, rather harshly. Marisa just nodded and gave a clipped apology. If Ran had a dick through synergy with Yukari, Chen probably did as well. That poor kid.

Marisa's speculation was cut short however, as a tiny gap opened in the air above the two of them. They both looked up at the same time to see Yukari's hand pop out holding something. Ran's face had gone visibly pale, but Marisa didn't feel like she had much to worry about. There was no way Yukari could fit through that. Instead, she dropped whatever she was holding and it hit the tiled floor with a squishy plop before the gap closed without so much as a peep from Yukari herself. The thing was a perfectly clear, roughly cylindrical blob, seemingly gelatinous yet solid with a strange pattern inside and a hole at the end Marisa could see. It looked pretty heavy, and probably was judging by the sound it made when it had landed. Both she and Ran just stared at it, but Marisa figured Ran probably knew what it was. "Hm," was all Ran had to say. Color had returned to her face, but she still seemed a little shaken.

"What's that?" Marisa ventured. Ran picked the thing up at one end and looked it over. It drooped and flopped around as she turned it, and made weird squelching noises. Was it alive? No, no, it couldn't be. No organs. At least none Marisa could see.

"This," she said, poking a finger into one of the end-holes, "is approval." Marisa didn't get it. It probably showed on her face, as Ran decided to explain. "Lady Yukari has given me leave to essentially do as I will with you. She was the only one who could have possibly stopped this. Or Reimu, though I doubt she would care." Marisa groaned at being reminded of Reimu. What if she got up to use the bathroom? She'd catch them and...and stare at them blankly, maybe offer a sharp rebuke, and shut the door. She wouldn't interfere and probably wouldn't even mention it again.

"Let's get this over with," Marisa said. Her curiosity was satisfied now and was replaced with anxiety. She had been running on the fumes of impulse and lust. She really was at the mercy of Ran's whims, and she had a foreboding feeling that the weird squishy thing now had something to do with it. It apparently had holes in both ends, and it easily accepted Ran's finger.

Despite the lingering worry of being caught by Reimu, excitement welled up in Marisa's guts as Ran stepped forward and tilted her chin up, just looking at her for several moments. "What?"

"There is something about you," Ran said before leaning down to snake her tongue between Marisa's lips. Marisa surrendered; just closed her eyes and let Ran explore her mouth, but quickly stuck her own tongue out as her breathing grew rapid. Something as simple as Ran licking inside her mouth was making her head go fuzzy and her body heat up.

"Mmhmhm," Ran smiled as they kissed, her laugh passing from her own mouth straight to Marisa's, and slowly stood upright. Marisa trailed below her to keep their lips connected, standing on tiptoe when Ran reached her full height. She felt Ran's breasts press down on her own smaller chest, felt Ran's penis pulse lustily just beneath her breastbone. Her own prick barely managed to reach Ran's navel, but the feeling of Ran's warm, soft flesh was intoxicating when coupled with her expert tongue movements.

After thoroughly tonguing Marisa's mouth, Ran gently lifted Marisa's top off and tossed it onto the pile of clothes they'd left on the floor by the toilet. Then she circled behind her, keeping their bodies pressed together all the while. "This is your first time doing something like this, isn't it? I can sense your anxiety," she said in low tones as she lightly dragged her claws down Marisa's breasts. Marisa let out a sharp gasp as the points pricked across her nipples, her body shuddering with the sensation. "So sensitive, too. What about down here?" One of Ran's hands kept going down, her fingers fanning out on Marisa's pelvis with Marisa's throbbing prick between two fingers. Ran's other hand still held the strange unknown object, which she held in front of Marisa. From the front it looked like a cylinder of semi-solid jelly with a hole in the center, and the image of Ran wiggling a finger around inside it came back to her as she stared. With a start she realized just what this toy was for, but before she could say anything Ran said "Lick it," and pressed it against her mouth. It smelled a little strange, but Marisa did as she was told and slipped her tongue into the surprisingly tight hole. The ridges inside confirmed her suspicions as to its use, and she made sure to get it 'nice and wet' at Ran's command. Ran's breathing intensified, and Marisa became aware of Ran's cock making a hot, pulsing line from her butt all the way up to the middle of her back. She found herself yearning to touch it, but it seemed Ran had other plans for her and gripped Marisa's cock at the base to set the hole she had licked against her tip. The saliva she'd left inside started to dribble out and down her shaft as she watched the thing slip lower to engulf half of her entire length. Just that short motion caused her to cry out, a sharp moan that made her worry for a second about waking the others. Ran laughed and said, "Good reaction. Bet you've never felt something like this before, huh?" She slowly slid the toy upward, so only Marisa's tip was inside, and then rammed it all the way down to her base. The inner ribbing played across every inch of her cock and she trembled and moaned as it squeezed her entire length. Her dick was completely visible through the clear jelly and long enough to stick out of the hole at the other end a bit. "You're not just a thief, but a pervert, too," Ran said. Her voice was dripping with lust, and her hot, almost panting breaths washed across Marisa's ear and neck, adding to her pleasure. "Why is it I find you so attractive? I just can't stop teasing you," she breathed, then dragged her tongue up Marisa's neck before biting lightly. Her free hand attacked Marisa's nipple as she started working the toy up and down Marisa's shaft in a steady rhythm, squeezing it hard so the squishy material bulged between her fingers.

"R-Ran," Marisa managed between constant gasps and moans. Her mind and body were being assaulted with sensations she'd never dreamed possible. "This is t-too much!" Ran's tongue was circling her ear now, and claws were scraping down her breast again, leaving little white trails that turned a pinkish red a few seconds later. Repeat with her other breast, teeth on her earlobe now, and the ever steady pumping of Ran's fist gripping that amazing device. All of Marisa's effort went into staying standing as her knees began to tremble and the familiar pressure of orgasm made itself known in the pit of her stomach. "I-I'm gonna cum!" Ran laughed lasciviously. She gripped the toy two handed and pumped even faster, resting her head on Marisa's shoulder and breathing heavily as she watched. "Nnn—! Aahh—!" Marisa wasn't sure what she was trying to say but she proved to be incapable of anything beyond grunts and moans as her building orgasm intensified beyond that of anything she'd ever experienced alone. Then it hit her, forcing her to squeal and arch her back against Ran's chest. Her body shook violently as a messy spray of cum shot out the opposite end of the toy to splatter loudly against the tiled floor. Marisa could feel her shaft squeeze and bulge harder than it had ever done to pump out a near constant stream of ejaculate. Her vision went blurry and darkened, her orgasm tearing through her with no signs of stopping, Ran just panting in her ear all the while.

It did eventually stop, however, and Marisa slumped to her knees with Ran's hands under her arms to help lower her. She touched the floor lightly and splayed her hands out to steady herself. Her knees got wet and sticky where the edge of the puddle she'd made oozed around them. She heard a splash and realized she'd closed her eyes to stop the room spinning and to clear her vision. When she opened them she saw Ran standing in the puddle of her fluids, looking down at her with awe on her face.

"That was impressive," she said, dropping to her knees in front of Marisa. She was still clutching the toy, cradling it in her palm. Marisa could see her cum pooled inside of it, the sight strangely erotic. "But I'm not done with you, yet."

"Please, just lemme rest for a second," Marisa said, out of breath and still trembling with aftershocks, but Ran's inhuman speed allowed her to dart two fingers into Marisa's mouth and pull on her tongue. She forced it as far as it would go, and Marisa's eyes went wide as Ran held the abused, cum-filled toy up.

"You must have been saving up for a while," Ran said. Her eyes were filled with lust, her chest was heaving, and her smile said she really was enjoying having Marisa at her mercy. Marisa wasn't sure she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it just as much. "The smell is quite strong." Ran tilted her hand and Marisa's cum oozed slowly out of the hole at the end of the toy she'd just been forced to fuck. "Let's have a taste, shall we?" Then Marisa's own cum hit her tongue, but she didn't have the strength to struggle. Repulsion washed over her, but she couldn't deny the underlying arousal she felt. Her cum tasted strong, a little salty and not unlike blood, but thicker, more substantial. Ran continued to let it drip, and it pooled on Marisa's tongue, sliding into her mouth and onto the floor. Then Ran dropped the toy with a wet splat and darted in to take Marisa's tongue in her mouth, swirling the cum around between them. Marisa's repulsion was forgotten as her body once again grew hot. She even started to get hard again as Ran took Marisa's load and swallowed it audibly, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue to show she'd swallowed it all. "Delicious, wouldn't you agree?" she said, licking her lips. Marisa just stared, dumbfounded that not only was this happening, but she was enjoying it.

"Is this—do you and Yukari do stuff like this all the time?" She was somewhat in a state of shock, working her tongue around to get rid of the taste, she told herself. She'd just been forced to ejaculate into a blob of jelly, ejaculate she had absolutely no business producing in the first place, and then made to taste it by a beast youkai who got her kicks making Marisa do all of it. Ran hadn't even masturbated, though Marisa could feel wet pre-cum on her back and rear, as well as see it dribbling freely from Ran's tip.

"This is mild," she said, smiling, "compared to what my master does to me. At least you enjoyed yourself. Speaking of," she went on, picking the toy up again and looking down it lengthwise, "it wouldn't be fair if you had all the fun, right?"

"Huh? I don't think I could get off doin' this stuff to you. My arms are probably too short anyways." Ran laughed, a forced theatrical chuckle that she cut short in the middle to emphasize her lack of amusement.

"You seem to have trouble understanding your situation," she replied, her expression hard. "You are mine." Marisa just smirked. If she could put Ran off balance, maybe she could work the situation to her advantage.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. What's next, then? There's no way that thing'll fit inside me, unless you were lyin' when you said you weren't gonna kill me," she said, pointing at Ran's cock.

"I'm amazed you still have the ability to talk that way in the face of what could have been your death. It makes me want to disprove that just to see the look on your face, but I'm afraid I might feel guilty if I injure you...too much. Reimu might not take you regardless of your condition, but if you were damaged goods? You'd have no chance whatsoever." Her grin was spiteful, and Marisa's face went hot. How was it so obvious that she had feelings for Reimu? How could someone she almost never spoke to know so much about her?

But Marisa let nothing show, other than her blush, and put on a smirk. "Yeah, you're probably right. So be gentle okay?" Ran's expression went flat for a second before she reached out and shoved Marisa onto her back. Marisa's hands slapped against the tiled floor and her legs straightened out under the force of Ran's shove. She scowled up at Ran, her palms stinging.

"I'll consider it," Ran said, standing. "Oh, you look upset." Her sharp smile came back to her lips, a slight curve of dominance to them now. "Perhaps I've abused you enough. Verbally, at least." She lifted one foot from the floor and pressed her sole down between Marisa's legs. Marisa was still hard, and the bottom of Ran's foot was slick with cum from standing in the puddle. It slipped easily up and down Marisa's shaft, pressed flat against her pelvis, and the tiny scrapes of Ran's claws made Marisa shudder and moan with each pass. Just as when she had Marisa from behind and was jerking her off with the toy, Ran's breathing intensified, and her cock was dripping pre-cum in a thick, clear stream that reached the floor. Marisa's arms no longer wanted to support her, her body no longer wanted to resist. This felt good. Thoughts of Reimu no longer scrabbled at the back of her mind, her anxiety forgotten in the face of such pleasure. It was better to be honest with yourself, right? Even if it meant getting stepped on by a beast youkai, lying to yourself about it only made it worse.

But just as she surrendered, just as she made herself willing, Ran stopped. Marisa opened eyes that had been squeezed shut, relaxed muscles that had been contorted with pleasure she could never have imagined possible. Ran was standing with fists on hips, laughing down at Marisa. Her eyes still shone with lust, and Marisa's no doubt reflected the same. "It seems my idea of abuse is your idea of pleasure, hmm?" Ran said, sliding her foot forward against the floor. Her clawed toes pressed up against Marisa's pussy, pricking at her outer lips, but it wasn't fear Marisa felt. It was anticipation, yearning. Her cock was pulsing painfully.

"No point in lyin' to you about it considerin' the position I'm in huh?" Marisa replied. "But what's that say about you? You're gettin' off just doin' this stuff to me." She reached down between her legs and grabbed Ran's ankle. Ran was strong, and fast, but Marisa had the element of surprise and yanked hard. Ran toppled easily, already unbalanced with one foot forward as the other slipped on the wet tile. She fell gracefully, twisting in the air to land on one knee and both arms without so much as a sound. But Marisa kept pulling, even when Ran looked behind her with fury in her eyes and a snarl on her lips.

"I thought you wanted to live, you foolish human," Ran snarled as Marisa grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back. The fact that she wasn't resisting confirmed Marisa's suspicions. Ran was only abusing Marisa because she was so often the subject of such treatment. She was still lying to herself about how much she enjoyed it. She opened her mouth to say something else, but Marisa was on top of her now and mashed their lips together before she could speak. It was messy and sloppy, one of Ran's fangs slicing Marisa's lip, but Ran still didn't fight. Her eyes went wide and her hands came up to either side of Marisa, but they wavered, unsure of what to do.

Then she surrendered, too. Her hands settled on Marisa's hips, one slipping down to squeeze Marisa's ass roughly as Marisa returned Ran's tonguing from earlier tenfold. The look of sheer pleasure on Ran's face was empowering to Marisa and she pressed her body down into Ran's, breaking the kiss to attack Ran's nipples. Their cocks slid together between them, their flesh acting just like Yukari's jelly toy as it became slick with their mingling pre-cum and sweat. She bit down hard on Ran's nipple as she pinched and twisted the other. Ran tossed her head back and sighed salaciously, her legs spreading wide beneath Marisa's assault. As if by instinct, Marisa felt herself get to her knees and position herself with her cock throbbing against Ran's entrance. Ran looked on in lusty anticipation, but Marisa froze up with her hands lightly clutching Ran's hips.

"What's wrong, black-white?" Ran asked, spreading her legs a little further. A tiny part of Marisa's mind wondered why Ran couldn't just call her by name.

"I'm about to fuck you," Marisa replied, disbelief in her voice. "You, and not Reimu." Ran tensed up, but she didn't get angry. Instead, she hooked her legs around Marisa's lower back and held her arms out.

"And you probably never will. So why not enjoy sharing these feelings with someone who accepts them?" Marisa looked to Ran's face to see sincerity instead of the expected mocking, fang-baring grin.

"You sayin' you actually want me to do this to you?" Marisa asked. She was just stalling, she knew. She wanted it just as much as Ran did, but she couldn't help but feel like she was betraying her own feelings. Ran was right, and it hurt that she was right. She didn't love Ran and Ran probably didn't love her either.

"Yes," was Ran's reply. They desired each other, and that was enough. Marisa let Ran's legs slide her closer, and she held her member steady at the base. She pushed forward, felt her tip part Ran's outer lips, and then thrust up into her with a grunt. Ran inhaled sharply, her back arching and her legs clamping down as Marisa bent forward into Ran's outstretched arms. She felt Ran's claws scrape against her back looking for purchase as Marisa pounded into her again and again, slowly sliding out before roughly slamming back in. Each of Ran's sighs and moans was a physical pleasure to Marisa's ears that almost rivaled the clench of her hot, slick insides pulling Marisa in with each thrust.

Ran smiled up at Marisa as their hips bucked in unison, one of her hands running through Marisa's hair as she released her leg-lock around Marisa's backside. "S-so rough," she said between panting breaths, biting her lower lip as her body writhed beneath Marisa.

"And you love it," Marisa replied, locking eyes with Ran. "But you're a beast, so I should fuck you like one." With that, Marisa pulled out of Ran completely and gripped her torso just under her heaving breasts in an attempt to flip her over. Instead, Ran straightened and got to her knees.

"You're starting to sound a lot like my master," she said as she made her way over to the edge of Reimu's bathtub. She bent over it and arched her back to stick out her butt, her heavy semi-hard cock pressed up against the side so it was bent back between her legs. "But she isn't here." She reached an arm behind her and pulled at her rear, revealing her reddened, dripping slit and her tiny pink butthole. Marisa needed no more invitation. She scrambled forward on all fours, her knees scuffing roughly where they weren't coated in liquid, and straightened behind Ran. She was still quite a bit smaller than her despite both of them being on their knees, but it gave her a perfect angle. She leaned over Ran's backside as far as she could and thrust into her from behind. Ran lurched forward with a loud, muffled cry, one hand clamped over her mouth and eyes squeezed shut. Marisa pounded into her mercilessly, reaching down between Ran's legs to squeeze and stroke the length of Ran's cock that she could reach while Ran continued to wail almost constantly into her hand. Just as before, Ran's insides were clenched tight around her member, reluctant to release when she pulled out and eager to accept each hammering thrust. Sticky lines connected their hips and Ran's thighs, making every impact a wet slap that flung particles of their fluids out in every direction. Nothing could stop Marisa now. Not even Reimu. The pleasure racking her body, the intimacy assailing her heart, the fact that she had surrendered herself to Ran and Ran had done so in kind filled her with a satisfaction beyond sexual, but right now sexuality was the way they were expressing those feelings. Marisa wasn't sure if anything would come of their encounter after it was over, but she was going to enjoy it to the fullest. And she was going to make sure Ran did, too, she thought as she wormed a finger under Ran's hand and into her mouth.

"I wanna hear you," she said as Ran's hand came away. She hooked another finger inside and felt Ran's lips close over them and her tongue circle around them. It felt surprisingly good, and Marisa let Ran suckle them while her free hand gripped Ran's ass. Ran seemed to get the idea and opened her mouth with a lusty sigh to release Marisa's spit-coated fingers, which she guided to the alluringly pink flesh of Ran's anus. She slowed her rhythmic thrusts and was pleased when Ran slowed with her so they still kept time at the lessened pace. She was looking over her shoulder at Marisa now, her face flushed with effort and pleasure, her mouth wide open and tongue hanging out as she panted. "You're pretty damn cute when you make that face, Ran," Marisa said, and then jammed her fingers into Ran's ass. The muscles clenched down just like her pussy, but the heat was searing and it was a lot tighter inside as she tried to spread her fingers apart with minimal success. Ran loved it all the same, her hand once again clamped over her mouth to muffle her now high-pitched squeaks and moans. She had bent forward over the edge of the tub completely, her fat cock fully erect now and leaving streaks of thick pre-cum across the side. "C'mon, lemme hear you squeal," Marisa said, pumping three fingers into Ran's ass now. Ran shook her head side to side, her short hair dripping sweat as she did so. "You ain't embarrassed are ya?" Marisa asked, letting go of Ran's dick to pry at the fingers over her mouth. "I like the sounds you make. You get to hear me, so it's only fair right?" Marisa herself hadn't actually been moaning or squealing, just grunting or breathing heavily, but it was still true. She hadn't muffled herself, and knowing she was making Ran make those cute noises had become very important to her.

For whatever reason, Ran agreed with Marisa's nonsensical logic and let her hand fall away. She really must have been embarrassed; her voice came out subdued, almost quieter than when she was covering her mouth, but as Marisa picked up her pace and put a hand back to Ran's huge prick, her voice started to gain intensity. She'd brought her hand up again, but only her fingers were touching her lips, one curled inside as she looked back at the pounding Marisa was giving her. Four fingers in her ass now, squelching lewdly in time with Marisa's cock spearing her insides. "That's what I wanna hear," Marisa said, leaning forward to kiss Ran. It was surprisingly passionate, both of them immediately allowing the other's tongue into their wide open mouths, but it seemed it was too much for Ran, as she cried out just moments later. "I'm going to cum!" she squeaked, voice high pitched. Marisa wanted to see her face but decided that as long as Ran felt good then it was fine if she couldn't, so she slid her fingers from Ran's ass and let go of Ran's cock to grab hold of her hips. She hammered into Ran relentlessly, leaning forward to plant little bites like Ran had done to her on her back and shoulders as Ran began to spasm bodily. She reflexively covered her mouth again as a long wail escaped her throat, loud even through her fingers. Juices exploded from Ran's abused hole to spatter Marisa's stomach and she could hear Ran's cum hitting the side of the tub with enough force to make it ring with each burst from the tip of her huge dick. Ran's wailing alone was enough to push Marisa over the edge but her wildly spasming insides and twitching, bucking hips certainly helped. She came explosively inside Ran's pussy, a burst of her own white cum shooting out around her shaft on the heels of Ran's fluids. She was forced to bend over completely and cling to Ran's waist, both of them shaking uncontrollably as Marisa grunted and Ran squeaked into her hand.

They stayed like that for some time, panting, bent over the tub with Marisa on top of, and still inside, Ran. Marisa could feel a mixture of their bodily fluids ooze and slide down her midriff to run in thick lines down her thighs or drip off of her to add to the growing pool beneath them.

"Okay, you can stand now, right?" Ran said eventually as she reached up to the knobs on the tub's faucet. Marisa gave a noncommittal grunt and lazily slid off of Ran, her cock slipping out of Ran's slit with a squishy pop. The sensation made both of them shudder a little, and she ended up with her back against the cum-spattered side of the tub. Ran put the stopper into the tub's drain and stood up, extending a sticky hand to Marisa.

"Thanks," Marisa said breathily, taking the proffered hand and getting to shaky knees before standing on even less stable feet. Her knees were practically knocking together, and she ended up slumping forward into Ran and looking up at her with a resigned grin. In response, Ran smiled and brought their lips together for a quick kiss before stepping into the tub with Marisa's hands in hers.

"I'm sure there's room for both of us in here, if you don't mind my non-shrine maiden company for more than just sex." Marisa scowled and stepped in, but ended up laughing as they sat down opposite each other. She had warmed to Ran's harsh words, it seemed, and knew she herself had been quite acidic.

"I guess I'll settle," Marisa replied with a smile, stretching her legs out briefly to either side of Ran before pulling her knees to her chest. She could feel semi-dried patches of fluids heat up and peel away, little scratches and scuffs burning slightly as the water reached the top of the tub. Ran shut the water off and lay back, legs crossed and arms beneath her head, just staring at Marisa levelly. After a few moments, her level expression turned thoughtful and her cheeks colored lightly.

"Are you really in love?" She asked, cocking her head. Marisa blinked rapidly and looked up at Ran. She hadn't realized that she'd just been staring solemnly into the water. "With the shrine maiden, I mean."

"I guess I am," she replied weakly, "I've always really liked her, to be honest. But I've got nothin' to prove it. Especially after tonight."

"Sometimes words aren't enough to prove feelings," Ran said, nodding sympathetically. "But you should try them anyway." She fidgeted a bit and looked off to one side, idly scratching her cheek. "M-my master," she began, slightly subdued. "She's been somewhat distant lately, though not quite cold." Marisa looked puzzled, remembering what Ran said about Yukari.

"Ain't that a good thing? Gettin' a little break from—oh." Ran continued to fidget, avoiding Marisa's eyes, and the color in her cheeks had deepened beyond lounging in a warm bath. "I get it. You're like me, but with Yukari."

"Yes." Ran sighed, as if it were more a burden than anything."I love her. I am utterly devoted to her, yet she treats me as no more than a servant despite our level of intimacy. It is troublesome."

"Seems like it," Marisa said, feeling a little sorry for Ran. "Did you just need to vent or somethin'? 'Cause the way I see it, you were treatin' me just like she treats you." Ran flinched physically at Marisa's accusation, though she hadn't meant it that way.

"I suppose that's true enough." Ran had stopped fidgeting, but she looked like she felt guilty. "It was nice to be in the position of power. To be desired rather than expected, you understand? Even by a second-rate thieving magician like you." A hint of Ran's venomous tongue showed through, but it was mitigated by the adorable look she had on her face, red down to her collarbones and almost pouting. This was no doubt difficult for her to say. She felt spurned by her master despite being utterly loving and loyal. Marisa just happened to be her outlet. Marisa saw it as fortunate, in hindsight, doing what she'd done. Now that she knew she'd come away with all her limbs attached, for one, but also because she'd helped Ran out in a way. It felt good realizing that, and not just because it dispelled any guilt associated with molesting her to end up here. "I just don't want you to think I've fallen head over heels for you."

"I getcha, " Marisa replied, chuckling a little. Ran still looked embarrassed. "But hey, you ever need to vent again, come find me. We can still chat right? Y'know, if that helps." Marisa found herself getting embarrassed too, her face matching Ran's coloration. Ran didn't look up, but a little smile crept onto her lips.

"I appreciate the gesture. Perhaps I'll take you up on that offer," she said. With that, she seemed to regain some of her composure, no longer staring down but not quite looking at Marisa either.

Marisa was happy that Ran had responded positively. Even if they never did anything like this again, Ran's company would be a great opportunity to learn about shikigami. Or maybe there was more to learn about Yukari. She'd probably be a good conversational partner, too. She could save that line of thought for later though, provided Ran ever bothered to seek her out. "So, where do we go from here? I mean, we did some pretty weird stuff." Right now, Marisa was still a little worried that Ran might use this against her in some way despite admitting to being a little enamored to her. Ran looked at her for a moment, then cocked her head with a wry smile.

"Well, I suppose we could consider each other, say, friends?" Marisa nodded, trying not to let the wave of relief she felt show on her face.

"Ya know, I think I'd like that." Marisa mirrored Ran's smile. "I'm almost sorry I didn't feel you up sooner." Ran laughed at that, which put Marisa a little more at ease.

"Good," Ran said, leaning forward a bit with a strange look on her face. "Friends share secrets, right? I shared with you why I am the way I am. I'm curious as to how you came to be like that, too." She looked genuinely interested, her gaze a little intense as she awaited Marisa's response. It made Marisa uncomfortable even though Ran already knew her secret. Why was it a big deal if she knew how as well?

"Well, I guess it's pretty obvious ain't it? I'm a magician. I used magic." She could safely omit the part that she'd only ended up this way because she'd totally botched the spell somehow. It made it worse that she didn't even know for sure what she did wrong, which greatly hindered her enthusiasm for trying again.

"Mm, I see," Ran said, looking disappointed. The tips of her ears even drooped a little. "Since your speech is so vulgar and your manner so unfeminine, I had assumed you were originally male."

"Wha—? No way! I was born a girl just like you! Er well, I mean—I know I'm kinda flat and I don't really talk like other girls but—," She stopped abruptly, realizing Ran had begun to shake with barely-contained laughter, one hand covering her mouth and her ears flat against her head. The sight got a rise out of Marisa. She wondered if seeing Ran with a hand over her mouth would give her a hard-on every time she saw it. "Tch. Ya got me," Marisa admitted, shaking her head. She couldn't help but smile.

"So you aren't a boy after all," Ran said, still giggling. "You seem to be sensitive about your chest size. Why didn't you change that, instead?" It was Marisa's turn to blush and fidget, which caused Ran to goad her further. "Don't tell me you already did and that's all you got," she said, pointing at Marisa's chest.

"Well, about that—," Marisa began, mumbling low. She found herself willing to confide in Ran. Who else would she tell, anyways? But Ran just kept on poking fun.

"What's that, black-white? You'll have to speak up," she said, enjoyment plain on her face. Marisa met Ran's mirth with a fiery scowl, threshing the water with her arms.

"I'm sayin', that's what I was tryin' to do in the first place!" she said hotly. "I messed it up and grew a dick instead. Happy?" Ran's smile vanished, but only for a scant moment before she burst into laughter, hugging her arms around her stomach. "Yeah, real funny, ain't it. But think about it for a second. If I'd done it right, you wouldn't have had such a good time tonight." Much to Marisa's surprise, Ran nodded as she slowly calmed down. Her genuinely mirthful smile was surprisingly fox-like as opposed to her preferred predatory smirk, which was more beastly and less foxy. It was kind of cute.

"I guess that's true," she said, still smiling wide. "Though, I might have been tempted to just ravage you on the spot had I awoken to a busty Marisa on top of me." They both laughed at that, but Marisa wasn't entirely sure if that was a joke. Ran wasn't at all perturbed by the fact that Marisa liked girls, as she herself was in love with a girl as well. Maybe there was some sort of depraved night-life underlying the paradisiacal friendliness of daytime Gensokyo that Marisa had only scratched the surface of. Most of Gensokyo's inhabitants were female, not counting the humans in the village. They preferred other mundane humans for partners, which left anyone else pretty much out in the cold. Marisa instantly started mentally pairing people she knew up. Now that she thought about it, it seemed likely that Remilia and Sakuya had something going on. Patchy's relationship with Remilia was pretty ambiguous as well. Not to mention the isolated mountain tengu and kappa, or the underground. Who knew what went on down there?

Marisa felt her face burn up as she snapped back to reality, slowly becoming aware of Ran's voice coming to her as if from a distance. Ran looked concerned, and a little amused. "Just what were you thinking, staring at me like that?" Marisa's first response was to immediately look away, but she ended up glancing down at the ample bit of Ran's cleavage visible above the water's surface. "Ah, so that's it, hm?" she said, turning away from Marisa and sliding across the tub. Marisa instinctively parted her legs, and Ran slid right into her, pressing her back into Marisa's chest and sliding down so their heads were level. "The closeness is comforting," she said, leaning back and resting her head on Marisa's shoulder. Finally Marisa worked up the courage to look at her, and they locked eyes. It was comforting. She felt a bit like a puppy had followed her home, the way Ran was looking at her. A couple of Ran's tails had twined around her legs as well, but didn't touch anywhere else.

"Y-yeah, I guess it is," Marisa replied weakly, looking up at the ceiling in a vain attempt to hide her blush.

"But we both have other interests," Ran said, standing up and stepping out of the tub just as abruptly as she'd pressed into Marisa. "Come help. We need to get this place cleaned up. Since my master knows we're in here she'll probably stall Reimu should the need arise, but there's no telling for sure." Marisa's stomach flipped as Ran's words sunk in, the sudden foreboding feeling of time working against them making her jump up quickly.

"Yeah, you're right," Marisa said dumbly as she stepped out of the tub. The side still had thick lines of Ran's fluids oozing down it, mostly near the bottom by now, and then there was the puddle Marisa made in the middle of the floor that was thankfully close to the little drain set in the tile. "Hey, why don't we just overflow the bath?" Marisa asked, padding carefully past Ran and rapidly turning the tub's hot water knob. Ran just watched and sighed as water gushed into the basin, sloshing over the top and down the side. "See? We'll be done in no time."

"Well, I can't argue with that," Ran replied. She had started wringing her tails out over the floor drain as the overflowing water made quick work of the mess. Marisa collected her dress and torn bloomers from the floor next to the toilet, trying with some difficulty not to openly watch Ran. It was kind of funny that she had to wring out her tails, but she was still totally nude too, so Marisa started drying hair with her bloomers to hide her gaze. There was no better alternative, anyway, and she figured that wet hair might make Reimu suspicious and raise unneeded questions.

"Hey, where'd you get that?" Marisa finished drying her hair and looked up to see Ran drying off with a proper towel. The water was no longer running either, not a trace left of the liquid evidence of the night's events.

"If you think hard enough," Ran replied, scrubbing furiously at her tails, "you might be able to figure it out." To her surprise, there was another, folded towel on the little sink next to the toilet, as well as a pristine pair of white cotton panties. Just as Marisa reached for them, Yukari's hand appeared from a tiny gap and snatched Marisa's damaged bloomers from her. Then Yukari's voice floated out, almost a whisper but loud enough for Marisa to hear.

"I hope you appreciate this," Yukari's voice was mildly menacing, but Marisa could still hear the smirk that was no doubt quirking her lips. "We'll discuss the terms of your repayment at a later time." Marisa blanched, trying to think of something to say, but nothing came to her. The gap closed. She and Ran exchanged glances before Marisa gathered up the towel and panties and started drying off proper.

"Well, at least I won't have to explain to Alice how I got that tear in my bloomers," she said, but she was pretty shaken up. Hopefully Yukari's price wasn't too steep, considering she could get just about anything she wanted out of Marisa. If Ran knew how she felt about Reimu, Yukari had probably known for longer.

"You look a little pale," Ran said as Marisa dressed herself. "What did she say?"

"She expects some sorta repayment," Marisa replied, slipping into the panties. She wasn't quite used to the feeling of regular panties since bloomers were the widely excepted norm in Gensokyo. It made her feel exposed, though no one would really care if they saw anyways. Except for one thing. "I dunno what she could possibly want from me, but I got a bad feelin' all the same. Geeze, these're really uncomfortable." She took a look at herself in the little mirror attached to Reimu's sink and tried dragging her fingers through her hair, then mussed it a bit in an attempt to make it look less wet and more slept-on. Not surprisingly, her single braid had come undone, but she usually undid it before going to sleep anyways. Ran chuckled a little, her reflection appearing above Marisa's to fuss with her fox ears. She was wearing her gown now, and had wet socks clutched in one hand as she brushed her fingers over the backs of her ears. Her hat was still nowhere to be found.

"I guess I don't really need to tell you, but be careful. I've been her familiar for a very long time now and I still have difficulty discerning her motives," she said, finally looking satisfied. "There's still a few hours until morning, so try to fall asleep."

"Oh right. But I wasn't wearing my dress when I fell asleep, and I can't just just lay around in these." She thrust her hips forward to emphasize the already very noticeable lump in the front of her tiny underwear.

"It wouldn't be too difficult to convince someone you put it back on after waking up in the middle of the night. That's even true, mostly," Ran said, unashamedly staring at Marisa's crotch. "Just don't let anyone see up your dress."

"That shouldn't be too hard," Marisa said, waving her hand in front of Ran's face. Ran pushed it away, but her eyes still lingered for a few moments. "They are kinda cute, even if they're plain, don'cha think?"

"Actually, I do," Ran said, slapping Marisa's butt to shoo her towards the door. "Now hurry up. We've wasted enough time already."

"Yeah, yeah," Marisa said with a little laugh. She shrugged into her dress, and then tentatively slid the bathroom door open and peeked out. She was glad to see Reimu's legs sticking out from under the table, on her back now instead of her side. Yukari was presumably still bundled up with Chen in the corner, but Marisa couldn't quite tell in the low light. "Looks clear." Ran poked her head out above Marisa's, resting her arms on Marisa's shoulders with her ears pointing down the hall. "Hey, get yer fat tits offa me," Marisa hissed, feeling Ran's weighty breasts pushing into her back. "Are you a fox or a cow?" Ran hmph'd and stood straight, pushing Marisa out into the hall

"My master appears to be in a sleep-state, and your beloved is nigh catatonic judging by her shallow breathing," she said. Marisa nodded and crept silently down the hall, wondering just what in the heck 'sleep-state' was. She stopped next to Reimu, considering laying down next to her since Ran said she was 'nigh catatonic', but couldn't manage to quell the guilt she felt when she looked at Reimu's sleeping face.

"You were further that way." Ran's whisper came from right behind Marisa, making her whirl around with her heart in her throat. Apparently Ran was just as stealthy despite her larger frame. She was smiling, of course, her cute little fox-like grin, but Marisa managed to give her a glare rather than smiling back like she wanted to. Instead, she walked along slowly until Ran nodded. "Good," she whispered, then sat down and gingerly tugged on her socks before laying out on her back like she'd been before Marisa got to her. Marisa followed suit, surprisingly worn out now that all the lust, anxiety, and curiosity had drained from her system. Little aches and pains from scratches and exertion flared up here and there against the hardwood floor. At least she didn't have to deal with the studs in her dress digging into her back, though she still felt exposed despite wearing it. Feeling fabric other than bloomers rub against her thighs was strange and uncomfortable, but her fatigue quickly overcame the discomfort and she drifted off into shallow sleep.

Hello. For those of you who have made it this far, I thank you for taking the time to read my work. Did you enjoy it? Feel free to leave any feedback you may have, or PM me if you like. I'm aiming to improve, and have a second chapter planned so don't be shy.