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Category:
InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,426
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
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Chapter One: Home
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AN: This story was inspired by ‘Ghost in the Shell’, but my plotline goes a whole different route than the Anime or the Manga. Enjoy you naughty monkeys!
Oh, and…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha and make no money off this.
Blah, blah, blah…
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“Female wire to the male wire…”
It was pretty late into the night, and most sane people were asleep by now. But every city and town, there would be one inconsiderate jerk who would leave their blinding lights on, their windows wide open, and their music blasting at its maximum.
Instead of an unshaven crackpot or a druggie, we find a young, handsome 19 year old, fiddling with some wires. He wore a button down shirt that was left open, revealing some nice lines of his six-pack. He wore shorts that was hastily put on, somewhat ruining his hot look.
“Blue wire to the red…ha!” Miroku Preston smirked and removed his glasses. He wiped some light sweat off his forehead and unbound his hair. Now with his hair undone and without his spectacles, he looked more like a millionaire model.
“Now that you have activated the Shell,” Miroku read from the handbook. “You will be able to choose one of the settings.”
He looked at the ‘Shell’. It was a human sized doll, blonde haired, blue eyed girl clothed in a private school uniform.
On her back was a list of settings.
Setting A – Perfect Maid: Will follow any order
Setting B – Perfect Girlfriend: Will support and pleasure you
Setting C – Perfect Housewife: Will clean, cook, drive and nurse
Setting D – Standard Mode
Miroku smirked. Standard Mode was what everyone chose these days.
“I had to save up a fortune to buy you,” he said as he pressed the fourth button. “Let’s see what you can do.”
There was a momentary pause, than the Shell that was sleeping silently whirled to life. Like a real human, she examined where she was. She was sitting with her legs outstretched on a wooden surface in a neat living room. It was an apartment. She turned around from where she was sitting and saw Miroku. She examined his body and his face and started to move forward.
“Sex,” she said with a moan. “Now.”
Miroku couldn’t be happier to oblige.
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It was around 1:23 AM
The bus came to a halt, and the doors slid open.
“Off you go!” the driver yelled, weary and exhausted.
One of the first passengers was Kagome Higurashi. She was a pretty sophomore, holding onto two over-packed sports bags and one yellow backpack.
“Have your tickets ready, please!”
After 30 minutes of verification and analysis, Kagome was finally freed into the cold streets of Tokyo. Not that she was alone.
Hundreds of drunken businessman, perverted bachelors, and cheating husbands roamed the night streets, and she was there to witness it all.
“Home sweet home,” Kagome sighed and ignored some stares she was receiving. A young teen wasn’t allowed during these times of night, but she didn’t have a choice.
Tokyo was home.
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“Oh…”
Miroku pushed the unnamed Shell onto his sofa and took off his shirt. “You like that? I have more just for you, sweetie.”
“Why not the bed?” she groaned as she struggled under his weight. She lifted her skirt up and grabbed his belt, but he stopped her before she continued.
“Ah, ah; you’re the submissive one, remember?” he smirked and grabbed a handcuff from the floor. “Now wear these.”
“Oh, but–” she pouted as she was forced into the handcuffs.
Miroku licked his lips and started undressing her. “We’re going to save the bed once you get better at this.”
She giggled when he crushed her lips with his and undid the last button. Her breasts were now his, and her clothes were forgotten on the floor. She raised her handcuffed hands above her head and moaned when he grabbed one of her breasts.
She leaned in, arching her back and plunging her tongue into his mouth.
He sat up and raised her skirt. “I like the skirt on, you know,” he hissed and spread her legs apart. “I see… I guess the latest model has more leverage,” he said, examining the legs.
“Oh!” she screamed when he bent down and began licking her heated area. She stayed lying on her back as he started sucking her folds, sticking his tongue in when she begged for more. She wrapped her legs around his head and gave him a mouthful of pleasure. That was how her thighs really became his earmuffs.
He sucked harder and harder until she was dry and hot. He spread her legs apart again and he grinned. “Your turn,” he said as he pulled his pants down and climbed onto her chest. “C’mon.”
“Oh, no…” she groaned as she got a mouthful of his dick and started sucking. She brought her hands to his crotch and moaned as he grabbed her shoulders for support.
“Yeah, that’s it…” Miroku smiled and groaned.
Miroku started rocking back and forth and the girl kept on sucking until the seeds were freed into her mouth. As she gulped the liquid down her throat, Miroku moved back to the opposite end of the sofa and grabbed her ankles above his head.
“Ready or not,” he said and immediately plunged his heated dick into her.
She screamed and he rocked back and forth. She began to do the same, and soon they were in sync. He held onto her ankles and they were going at it fast and furiously. The sofa began to squeak and Miroku pushed in and out harder and harder.
“More, more…oh!” the Shell screamed in agony and pleasure once Miroku broke through her virgin shield and his seeds spread inside her.
Miroku kept his dick inside her as he gave her some time to pant and sweat. “You ready for more?”
“No, no,” she gasped.
“Too bad,” he smirked and began to push in once again.
The screams were loud and plenty as the night continued.
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Sango Kimishima closed the door behind her and, right on cue, a great big yawn escaped her just as her cell-phone rang.
“Great timing,” she mumbled and took out her mobile phone. “Hello?”
“Miss Kimishima?”
“Oh,” Sango cleared her throat. “Higurashi? Is that you?”
“Yeah…I’m at the gates.”
“Okay, wait there. I’ll be right over,” Sango tied her shoelaces and began to head to the elevator. “And it’s Sango.”
“Sorry.”
“No biggie,” she said as pressed the down button beside the elevator doors. “I’ll call you by your first name if you do.”
“Okay…Sango,” there was a pause. “Are you feeling okay? You sound groggy…”
The elevator doors opened, and there were already three passengers onboard. Sango stepped in and turned to see the doors close before her. Beside her was a brunette with a red haired, freckled friend, both of whom were whispering and giggling at a handsome male leaning on the other side of the enclosed space. Sango knew very well who he was and kept her back to him.
Inuyasha Windstrom was a teen with a very formidable background. An ex-gangster from Chicago, a relative to two well-know bachelors in New York, and a family who could afford dozens of lawyers if he had any run-in with the law… he wasn’t a teen to mess with.
Worst of all, he was a player. Not that he looked the part nor cared about the reputation.
“The stray cats were meowing again,” Sango explained. “Never should’ve fed them in the first place…”
There was a clear laughter from the other end – luckily, the elevator shaft was built especially for teens in need of clear connection on their phones.
Sango thought she heard Inuyasha chuckle from behind her, but paid no attention to him. “Anyway, you won’t have to worry about them – your room’s one floor above mine.”
As the elevator doors opened she hurriedly stepped out and left the three passengers behind her. “Now, do you have your identifications ready?”
“Yeah…”
“Okay, I’ll be right around the corner,” she said and shut her cell phone. Two seconds later, Sango turned a corner and saw the girl standing behind a large metal gate.
Kagome was indeed a pretty girl, but Sango wasn’t paying attention to that. A couple of passing males out school property was harassing the poor girl and started advancing on her. One of them grabbed her skirt and the other was trying to grind her.
“Hey, hey!” Sango screamed and ran towards the gates. “You want me to call the cops or your moms?” She growled holding her cell phone and watched the jerks hoot and run off down the street, giving her the finger before disappearing.
“Thanks,” Kagome said, a little pissed. Her fingers were a little red, suggesting that she gave a good fight before she was overpowered. “I should’ve kicked them in the nuts.”
“Well, we don’t always get what we want. Here’s your ID number; put it in the panel before they decide to come back.”
The gate beeped and Sango stepped back to let the new student in. Kagome hauled in her luggage in and looked up to see the smiling upperclassmen. Sango was a pretty ruby-eyed girl with magenta eyeliners. She wore dark and sparkling clothes, making her look a lot like a gothic-punk.
The older girl grinned and spread her arms. “Welcome to Roselyn High, the most multi-cultural school in the world!”
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AN: Liked it? I don’t know if I should continue this story. Review and tell me!
Chapter One: Home
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AN: This story was inspired by ‘Ghost in the Shell’, but my plotline goes a whole different route than the Anime or the Manga. Enjoy you naughty monkeys!
Oh, and…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha and make no money off this.
Blah, blah, blah…
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“Female wire to the male wire…”
It was pretty late into the night, and most sane people were asleep by now. But every city and town, there would be one inconsiderate jerk who would leave their blinding lights on, their windows wide open, and their music blasting at its maximum.
Instead of an unshaven crackpot or a druggie, we find a young, handsome 19 year old, fiddling with some wires. He wore a button down shirt that was left open, revealing some nice lines of his six-pack. He wore shorts that was hastily put on, somewhat ruining his hot look.
“Blue wire to the red…ha!” Miroku Preston smirked and removed his glasses. He wiped some light sweat off his forehead and unbound his hair. Now with his hair undone and without his spectacles, he looked more like a millionaire model.
“Now that you have activated the Shell,” Miroku read from the handbook. “You will be able to choose one of the settings.”
He looked at the ‘Shell’. It was a human sized doll, blonde haired, blue eyed girl clothed in a private school uniform.
On her back was a list of settings.
Setting A – Perfect Maid: Will follow any order
Setting B – Perfect Girlfriend: Will support and pleasure you
Setting C – Perfect Housewife: Will clean, cook, drive and nurse
Setting D – Standard Mode
Miroku smirked. Standard Mode was what everyone chose these days.
“I had to save up a fortune to buy you,” he said as he pressed the fourth button. “Let’s see what you can do.”
There was a momentary pause, than the Shell that was sleeping silently whirled to life. Like a real human, she examined where she was. She was sitting with her legs outstretched on a wooden surface in a neat living room. It was an apartment. She turned around from where she was sitting and saw Miroku. She examined his body and his face and started to move forward.
“Sex,” she said with a moan. “Now.”
Miroku couldn’t be happier to oblige.
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It was around 1:23 AM
The bus came to a halt, and the doors slid open.
“Off you go!” the driver yelled, weary and exhausted.
One of the first passengers was Kagome Higurashi. She was a pretty sophomore, holding onto two over-packed sports bags and one yellow backpack.
“Have your tickets ready, please!”
After 30 minutes of verification and analysis, Kagome was finally freed into the cold streets of Tokyo. Not that she was alone.
Hundreds of drunken businessman, perverted bachelors, and cheating husbands roamed the night streets, and she was there to witness it all.
“Home sweet home,” Kagome sighed and ignored some stares she was receiving. A young teen wasn’t allowed during these times of night, but she didn’t have a choice.
Tokyo was home.
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“Oh…”
Miroku pushed the unnamed Shell onto his sofa and took off his shirt. “You like that? I have more just for you, sweetie.”
“Why not the bed?” she groaned as she struggled under his weight. She lifted her skirt up and grabbed his belt, but he stopped her before she continued.
“Ah, ah; you’re the submissive one, remember?” he smirked and grabbed a handcuff from the floor. “Now wear these.”
“Oh, but–” she pouted as she was forced into the handcuffs.
Miroku licked his lips and started undressing her. “We’re going to save the bed once you get better at this.”
She giggled when he crushed her lips with his and undid the last button. Her breasts were now his, and her clothes were forgotten on the floor. She raised her handcuffed hands above her head and moaned when he grabbed one of her breasts.
She leaned in, arching her back and plunging her tongue into his mouth.
He sat up and raised her skirt. “I like the skirt on, you know,” he hissed and spread her legs apart. “I see… I guess the latest model has more leverage,” he said, examining the legs.
“Oh!” she screamed when he bent down and began licking her heated area. She stayed lying on her back as he started sucking her folds, sticking his tongue in when she begged for more. She wrapped her legs around his head and gave him a mouthful of pleasure. That was how her thighs really became his earmuffs.
He sucked harder and harder until she was dry and hot. He spread her legs apart again and he grinned. “Your turn,” he said as he pulled his pants down and climbed onto her chest. “C’mon.”
“Oh, no…” she groaned as she got a mouthful of his dick and started sucking. She brought her hands to his crotch and moaned as he grabbed her shoulders for support.
“Yeah, that’s it…” Miroku smiled and groaned.
Miroku started rocking back and forth and the girl kept on sucking until the seeds were freed into her mouth. As she gulped the liquid down her throat, Miroku moved back to the opposite end of the sofa and grabbed her ankles above his head.
“Ready or not,” he said and immediately plunged his heated dick into her.
She screamed and he rocked back and forth. She began to do the same, and soon they were in sync. He held onto her ankles and they were going at it fast and furiously. The sofa began to squeak and Miroku pushed in and out harder and harder.
“More, more…oh!” the Shell screamed in agony and pleasure once Miroku broke through her virgin shield and his seeds spread inside her.
Miroku kept his dick inside her as he gave her some time to pant and sweat. “You ready for more?”
“No, no,” she gasped.
“Too bad,” he smirked and began to push in once again.
The screams were loud and plenty as the night continued.
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Sango Kimishima closed the door behind her and, right on cue, a great big yawn escaped her just as her cell-phone rang.
“Great timing,” she mumbled and took out her mobile phone. “Hello?”
“Miss Kimishima?”
“Oh,” Sango cleared her throat. “Higurashi? Is that you?”
“Yeah…I’m at the gates.”
“Okay, wait there. I’ll be right over,” Sango tied her shoelaces and began to head to the elevator. “And it’s Sango.”
“Sorry.”
“No biggie,” she said as pressed the down button beside the elevator doors. “I’ll call you by your first name if you do.”
“Okay…Sango,” there was a pause. “Are you feeling okay? You sound groggy…”
The elevator doors opened, and there were already three passengers onboard. Sango stepped in and turned to see the doors close before her. Beside her was a brunette with a red haired, freckled friend, both of whom were whispering and giggling at a handsome male leaning on the other side of the enclosed space. Sango knew very well who he was and kept her back to him.
Inuyasha Windstrom was a teen with a very formidable background. An ex-gangster from Chicago, a relative to two well-know bachelors in New York, and a family who could afford dozens of lawyers if he had any run-in with the law… he wasn’t a teen to mess with.
Worst of all, he was a player. Not that he looked the part nor cared about the reputation.
“The stray cats were meowing again,” Sango explained. “Never should’ve fed them in the first place…”
There was a clear laughter from the other end – luckily, the elevator shaft was built especially for teens in need of clear connection on their phones.
Sango thought she heard Inuyasha chuckle from behind her, but paid no attention to him. “Anyway, you won’t have to worry about them – your room’s one floor above mine.”
As the elevator doors opened she hurriedly stepped out and left the three passengers behind her. “Now, do you have your identifications ready?”
“Yeah…”
“Okay, I’ll be right around the corner,” she said and shut her cell phone. Two seconds later, Sango turned a corner and saw the girl standing behind a large metal gate.
Kagome was indeed a pretty girl, but Sango wasn’t paying attention to that. A couple of passing males out school property was harassing the poor girl and started advancing on her. One of them grabbed her skirt and the other was trying to grind her.
“Hey, hey!” Sango screamed and ran towards the gates. “You want me to call the cops or your moms?” She growled holding her cell phone and watched the jerks hoot and run off down the street, giving her the finger before disappearing.
“Thanks,” Kagome said, a little pissed. Her fingers were a little red, suggesting that she gave a good fight before she was overpowered. “I should’ve kicked them in the nuts.”
“Well, we don’t always get what we want. Here’s your ID number; put it in the panel before they decide to come back.”
The gate beeped and Sango stepped back to let the new student in. Kagome hauled in her luggage in and looked up to see the smiling upperclassmen. Sango was a pretty ruby-eyed girl with magenta eyeliners. She wore dark and sparkling clothes, making her look a lot like a gothic-punk.
The older girl grinned and spread her arms. “Welcome to Roselyn High, the most multi-cultural school in the world!”
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AN: Liked it? I don’t know if I should continue this story. Review and tell me!