Tokyo Mew Mew Fan Fiction ❯ I Always Say It ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Title: I Always Say It

Authoress: SailorChibi

Rating: NC-17

Feedback: Very much desired!

Summary: Alternate Ending to episode 13. Kishu gets his way with Ichigo, only to receive a surprise or two of his own.

Disclaimer: Since Ichigo remains with Masaya... and NOT with Ryou, clearly, I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew.

Additional Notes: This begins as non-consensual, but changes as the story continues. If that makes you uncomfortable, I suggest you leave.

 

 

“STOP IT!”

The shrill cry rang throughout the small classroom. The voice belonged to a young girl. She was standing in the middle of the room, tears brimming in her rose-colored eyes. Her cotton candy colored hair stuck to the back of her neck with sweat as her ebony kitty ears twitched. Her raven tail lashed back and forth, sending the sound of a bell twinkling echoing. Her arms were sealed to her body by a green, jello-like substance, and her feet to the ground by the same gooey material, and although she struggled, she could not move.

“I can stop it... on one condition.” A boy, seemingly a few years older than the girl, hovered next to her. His dark, forest green hair framed taunting amber eyes. He placed one hand on his hip and smiled at her in a disconcerting way.

“What... What do you intend to do?” she asked, looking at him suspiciously.

He stroked her head with his left hand, caressing the base of her ears. “You know,” he told her in a playful tone, “I always say it.” His hand moved down to her chin and he gripped her harshly. Gold clashed against cherry pink. “Be mine, and I will spare him.”

Lowering his face towards hers, he pressed their lips together. She froze, stunned, and he eagerly took the opportunity to lap at her lips. His free hand moved to her shoulders as his other hand pulled at her chin.

For her part, the girl known as Mew Ichigo could not believe what was happening. She wanted to save the boy on the floor, but she couldn't imagine giving in to the alien Kishu in such a way.

`What choice do I have?' Ichigo wondered, tears stringing her eyes. `He'll kill Aoyama-kun if I don't.'

Kishu released her from the kiss but remained close to her. His golden gaze was hazed with lust. “Don't cry, koneko-chan,” he murmured, “I promise that you'll find it very... pleasurable.”

Without giving Mew Ichigo a chance to reply, Kishu took her wrists into his hands and jerked them above her head. She gasped with shock as the slimy goop that had prevented her from saving Aoyama allowed her hands to rise. Once her hands were stretched above her head, the green stuff crawled up her arms and sealed around her wrists. She tried to pull her wrists apart, but felt as if she were trying to pull concrete apart.

Laying a hand against her chest, Kishu pushed her backwards. Ichigo felt herself falling and closed her eyes for the impact, realizing that she couldn't even put her hands out to protect her body. When she landed, however, it felt as though she had fallen on a cushion. Opening her eyes, she understood when the pale green substance oozed out from under her.

Before she could even think to react, Kishu was there kicking her legs apart. The slime sealed her ankles to the ground, leaving her legs spread as wide as she could bare without true pain. More of the goop crawled over her waist and neck, essentially locking her in place and making it so that she couldn't look down. When she tried to move her hands down to protect herself and couldn't because the stuff had also glued itself to the floor, her heart sank. She was in serious trouble.

“Mou, Ichigo, let's see what's under that costume, shall we?” Kishu leaned over her, holding a dagger in one hand. Mew Ichigo literally stopped breathing out of fear that he might slip as Kishu placed the tip of the dagger on the lace of her dress and dragged it down between her breasts. He shredded the waistline, skirt and the elastics on on her arms, leaving her in just her panties, bra, boots, leg band, gloves and necklace.

“How cute,” he teased, smirking. Her face turned crimson with embarrassment at being seen in her pale pink, strapless bra and panties. He reached out and touched the two strawberries imprinted on her bra, right over the spot where her nipples were. She stiffened and gave him an imploring look.

“Why are you doing this?” she whispered. She had always pictured her first time being with Aoyama in a very romantic setting, perhaps Paris under a moonlight sky with the Eiffel Tower in the background. Never in her wildest daydreams had she imagined the situation she was currently in.

“Because I will prove that you are my toy,” he replied calmly, “I will make you enjoy this, Ichigo.”

“Never!” Mew Ichigo hissed, her eyes flashing. “You can do what you want, but I won't give in to you!”

Kishu seemed to find this statement amusing, for his amber eyes glittered with laughter. He bared the dagger again and lowered it towards her chest. She swallowed hard, seeing her eyes reflected in the silvery metal as he hooked one finger under her bra and lifted it. Slipping the dagger underneath the flimsy cloth, he pulled it upwards. The dagger sliced through the material easily.

She squirmed as her maturing breasts were revealed to the cool air, trying to get free. Unfortunately, even with her strength, she couldn't do more than clench her fingers into fists and squeeze her eyes shut, praying that this was all some demented dream she would soon wake up from.

When the first touch came to her bare breasts, her eyes sprang open. She glared up at Kishu, who was floating above her pinned form. He was staring down at her breasts, a look that was somewhere between curiosity and fascination on his face.

“Don't!” squeaked Ichigo, her cheeks crimson. “Stop it, Kishu!”

As if he hadn't even heard her speak, Kishu cupped her breasts with his hands and gently rubbed the pads of this thumbs over her nipples. Her next protest caught in her throat at the spiral of pleasure that sparked. Kishu smirked to himself when her eyes widened. It seemed that Mew Ichigo wasn't as immune to pleasure as she would have liked to think.

Leaning down, he kissed her softly, coaxing her trembling lips open. When he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, her first instinct was to put her sharp teeth to use and bite down. But at that moment, Kishu repeated his earlier movements and what was originally intended to result in a painful bite for him came out as a gasp.

Mew Ichigo was breathing harshly as he pulled away. Her body was beginning to betray her mind by enjoying his touch. She was trembling half from fear and half from something she did not want to identify, and the place between her legs was growing more wet with each passing moment. Ichigo did not want to give in to him, but there was a coiled feeling in her stomach she had never felt before.

Lowering himself closer to her body, Kishu began to lap at her right nipple as if he were a kitten drinking a bowl of milk. With one hand he teased her other nipple, with the other, he teasingly massaged her hip.

Ichigo strained to look down so that she could see what he was doing, but the goop around her neck prevented her from doing so. She jumped involuntarily when he blew cool air across her wet nipple and flushed when she heard him chuckle.

“Kishu, don't!” she exclaimed, swallowing hard when he took her other nipple into his warm mouth. “Please... if you stop now... I-I won't tell anyone...”

His face appeared over hers once more, and he smiled down at her, his eyes bright with an emotion she feared identifying. “Why should I stop, Ichigo?” he questioned, his voice husky. Extending his tongue, he licked her lips, smirking when she squeaked. “Perhaps because you are enjoying yourself?” he carressed her nipple, gently but firmly rolling the pebble between his fingers. “Because you know that you won't want me to stop?” Teasingly, his hand brushed the tips of the pubic hair that stuck out along the sides of her panties. “Or maybe... it's because I'm giving you what you've always dreamed about.” His hand dipped lower, stroking the cloth in a special spot.

Her body tensed as she gave a soundless whimper, fighting to curl in on herself at the intense flash of pleasure. Her pupils dilated as the room spun. She trembled weakly in her bonds when she regained her senses after loosing them for a brief moment. She had never felt anything like that before. For the first time, the ever widening cracks in her defenses were brought to her attention, and Kishu knew it.

He disappeared from view, and she sensed him moving down her body. When nothing furthermore came, Mew Ichigo strained her ears to hear. Had Kishu left? It seemed hard to believe that he would when she was at his mercy. Aside from that, it had suddenly occurred to her that any teachers or students could easily walk in on her at the moment. A chill went down her spine at the thought, and she strained once more against her bonds.

“Kishu!” she hissed in a panic, squirming. “Kishu!”

A low laugh met her ears, and a hand stroked her inner thigh. “Now, now, Koneko-chan. I'm still here... I haven't gone anywhere.”

Her body relaxed instinctively, and she immediately scolded herself for it. Considering the cirumstances, this was hardly a situation to be relaxing in. But what else, she asked herself, could she do?

The hand on her thighs wandered higher. Ichigo sucked in her breath sharply when the fingers brushed against her panties. There was a pause, then cool metal touched her hip. Startled, she gave a soft yelp as her underwear loosened on first one side, then the other.

This was it, she realized. She could forsee no stopping the alien once the last barrier between them was erased. Desperate, she curled her hands together, twitched her tail, and cried, “Strawberry Bell!”

The familiar weapon began to form between her straining fingers. Before she could clasp her hands around it, even as her lips formed the words for her attack, Kishu plucked it out of her grasp with a confident smirk. He hovered a foot or so above her body, smirking and holding the bell just out of reach.

“Now, now, Koneko-chan,” he mocked, grinning. “That has cost you.”

“Cost me what?” cried Ichigo in exasperation. “You're already planning to rape me! I don't know what more you can take.”

Concern worried within her when he made no reply. Instead, she felt the cloth of her panties being drawn away. Automatically, she tried to pull her legs together to hide the part of her that no one else had seen before. The goo held her legs fast, and instead, tears stung her eyes. She could feel his eyes on her private parts, and her cheeks blushed ruby in shame and humiliation. A sob rose in her throat.

“Shh, Koneko-chan,” Kishu's voice drifted up to her ears. A finger brushed against the skin between her legs and she jerked. “You will enjoy this.”

“No, no, I won't!” she yelled in protest, rosy eyes flashing. “And I won't forgive you for this, Kishu!”

Once again, he remained silent. Instead, Ichigo gasped in spite of herself when she felt the gentle touch of his fingers against her flesh. She curled her toes and dug her nails into her palms, gritting her teeth tightly against the feeling of the spring in her tummy tightening with every stroke Kishu made.

His fingers traveled to the top of her intimate part, where the strawberry colored curls gave way to plump, glistening skin. He seemed to pause for an instant, then the touch came. Ichigo didn't know what he had touched, but it sent a sort of liquid fire flashing through her veins. A scream locked in her throat as she arched her back instinctively, unconsciously trying to push herself against his hand for more of that wonderful feeling.

As she shivered in the grip of her bonds, dazed by the powerful experience she had endured but somehow knowing that it wasn't over from the still coiled spring in her stomach, she became aware of a strange sensation. After a moment of puzzling, it dawned on her that Kishu had pushed one of his fingers into her body.

Not quite sure what to think about this situation, Mew Ichigo squirmed experimentally and clenched down. A soft laugh came to her ears and a hand landed on her lower stomach, pushing her flat against the ground. The calm exploration of her inner walls was continued without thought for her meagre defense, this time with two fingers instead of one.

Ichigo could practically feel the pleasure knocking down one barrier after another. There was now more hole than shield, and she could feel herself weakening. Kishu's ministrations were causing her to crave something. She wasn't sure what, but she knew that in the situation she was in, only he could give it to her. This presented a choice to the lust-filled Mew Mew, one she wasn't sure she could make the right one in.

Kishu had built up a rhythm, alternating between pushing his fingers into her, then pulling them out and caressing that spot that made pleasure jolt through her. In her mind, she could picture a wave rising up above her. It was ready to crash down any minute... When he stopped.

Her eyes parted in bewilderment, and she started to see Kishu hovering above her, staring straight into her eyes. “You were enjoying that,” he stated, and there was no mockery in his eyes.

A tear trickled down her cheek. “No.”

His hand, the same hand that had been inside of her - she could tell by the scent - brushed the tear away. “Yes, Ichigo. You know what I want to hear. Say it, and I will give you pleasure beyond anything you could imagine.”

A war was being waged within her. On the one side was the side that forbade her to speak what he wanted to hear, the side that had dreamt of her first time being with Aoyama. On the other side was the lust, the thought that Aoyama would never have to know, and that if she refused to speak it, she might forever regret it.

Mew Ichigo opened her eyes and looked up into his golden ones, quiet resignation in her own cherry ones. “Please, Kishu,” she whispered, “Make me yours.”

His amber eyes seemed to glow, with what, she wasn't sure. He disappeared from her vision and she sensed him once more by her legs. This time, Ichigo did not fight when he touched her thighs.

Her body stiffened instinctively when she felt his length beginning to ease into her hole. His hand rubbed her thigh as he slid in further, a steady, constant motion that quickly had him seated inside of her fully.

There was no pain, she realized belatedly, or at least not the piercing sort she had once overheard an older girl describing. It occurred to her that whatever would have hurt had probably been broken long ago in a battle. Instead, there was just a deep but distant ache, irritating but not consuming.

She realized that her body was still tensed and tried to relax. It was difficult, for all of her limbs were suddenly shaking. Breathing in deeply, she was stunned when she felt the grips at her wrists, ankles, neck and waist disappear. Her eyes flew open and she stared down at him, amazed. He looked back at her, a strange emotion in his eyes. His hands were tightened into fists against her hips as he struggled to allow her enough time to get used to their position.

Mew Ichigo knew then that if she really and truly tried, chances were she could get away. Her legs twitched. Slowly, she raised them, her eyes locked with his. His body was the one to stiffen now, and his eyes closed, a look of resignation on his face.

Calmly, Ichigo wrapped her cramped legs around his waist.

Kishu's golden eyes snapped open, shocked wonder in their depths when he looked at her. His mouth opened, but no words escaped. A weary smile flashed across her face as she shifted.

“Come on, then,” she urged, clenching her walls around him and delighting in the groan she received. A spark of mischief entered her eyes. “Let's get going.”

Obligingly, he drew back, then rocked forward once more. Both released groans as he quickly developed a rhythm of short, rapid plunges alternated randomly with deep ones that had her writhing against the cold floor.

Gazing up at him with glazing eyes, she noticed a bead of sweat traveling down his cheek. Propping herself up on her elbows and swalloing back a cry, she licked the droplet from his face, then pressed her lips against his. She felt him start, but lapped incessantly at his lips until his mouth opened. She swept her tongue inside, clutching at the back of his neck as waves of pleasure swept through her. A whimper escaped her throat, and he growled low in his throat in reply.

One more full push did it. Mew Ichigo's body arched against him with a feral cry as her vision spun. She vaguely heard Kishu shouting her name as she collapsed against him, feeling dizzy and panting.

He shifted beneath her after a moment and pulled out, leaving her feeling strangely empty. She leaned against his chest and noticed for the first time that night had fallen, and Aoyama lay only a few feet away. Looking at him, she waited for the guilt, and was puzzled when it did not come.

His arm came around her waist and his breath blew across her ear. “I told you that you would find it pleasurable.”

A scowl darted across her features, and she half-heartedly slapped at him, ignoring his chuckle as he dodged. “Oh, Kishu,” said Ichigo tiredly, “Shut up.”