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Part II
© Salome Wilde, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights to Inuyasha, and I don’t really want them. I just wanna borrow the boys and play with them a little.
Author’s Note: Thanks to author TwistedHilarity for modeling (in “Demon Terror,” for one) just how well outrageous humor can work in these kinds of stories. I’ve cranked up the humor in this chapter; would love feedback to let me know if you like it.
Predictable, Part II
It took a full two days for Inuyasha to walk without looking like he’d been riding Kagome’s bicycle halfway across the country. As he and his companions pursued the increasingly cold trail of Naraku, Inuyasha walked (running was out of the question) and, as he walked, he burned, in both mind and anal region. Koga, that filthy, shard-powered whelp, hadn’t been satisfied with winning the bet or even with a good long gloat. No, he’d actually done it. He’d unsheathed that mangy wolf cock and rammed it home, into Inuyasha’s unprepared and unwilling ass, and hadn’t stopped until he’d filled the struggling, snarling hanyo’s body with nasty wolf-spunk that Inuyasha could smell even after he’d spent two hours in a hot spring washing and soaking himself. Unforgivable!
To add insult to injury, Inuyasha then had to endure an equally humiliating interrogation from his cohorts as they traveled:
Miroku, with a smirk, walking behind him as they crossed a wide empty field: “He must’ve really beaten you up good, huh, Inuyasha? Did he hurt your back or something? You’re walking all funny.”
“Shut up!”
Sango, with concern, as Inuyasha ate his ramen in a crouched position rather than his usual seated one: “Are you badly wounded, Inuyasha?” Kirara chimed in with the effrontery of a sympathetic trill.
“SHUT UP!”
Kagome, with curiosity, as they set up camp for the night and Inuyasha winced as he bent over to toss wood onto the fire: “Just what did Koga-kun do to you?”
“SHUT THE HELL UP!”
And Shippo, under his breath in the dark, with one eye open as he watched Inuyasha try, without success, to find a comfortable sleeping position on a tree limb: “That’s what you get for being so stupid about Koga.”
The kitsune’s whines of outrage as Inuyasha hit him square-on with three individual pieces of underripe fruit was woefully inadequate relief for his need of vengeance. But it was a start.
“SIT!” yelled Kagome in Shippo’s defense, and Inuyasha plummeted from the tree to land, with perfect accuracy, on his ass. He cursed a muffled blue streak, damning all of his companions and everyone else he had ever met to unending suffering. “Inuyasha?” queried Kagome, as if she had not just caused him entirely unwarranted pain. He growled and left the campsite. Enough of this crap. It was time for Koga to pay.
The scruffy little fraud had been heading back to his pack when they’d last encountered him. There was something about a challenge to his authority from some upstart, but it hadn’t stopped the scrawny braggart from pausing to declare his love for Kagome—again! reprehensible!—and make Inuyasha have to challenge him. By now, he had probably already arrived at his smelly cave. Inuyasha stopped running to sniff the air and be sure he was still heading in the right direction. He hoped the challenger hadn’t done Koga too much harm: Inuyasha wanted him in good shape for the payback he was going to get.
His cock hardened thinking about it. Inuyasha gasped. What the hell was he getting stiff about? This was about revenge, not fucking. He would pummel Koga into dust. He’d rip his tail off and choke him with it. He’d pin him to the ground and rip his chest open. Yes, he’d pin him and spread his legs hard and…
“What the hell?!” he berated himself, feeling his erection throb in his hakama. It made no sense to be getting all hot and bothered while thinking about Koga. Maybe that damned wolf had made him sick somehow, thrusting that thing inside him like that. That must be it. His cock twitched. He had to get his mind on something else, and fast.
He folded his arms across his chest and concentrated on Kagome. An image formed in his mind: Kagome running toward him in the sun, arms outstretched, smiling, her odd little green hip robe swishing as she ran, exposing her long pale legs, her breasts bouncing in her little white shirt. His erection flagged. He frowned down at it. Damn. Ah well, at least he wasn’t thinking about fucking Koga anymore. He leapt into the air and continued his journey. He’d be at Koga’s den soon.
And soon, indeed, he did arrive. (Amazing how fast a hanyo can travel to escape an unwanted erection dilemma.) Appearing beneath the ledge outside the cave, Inuyasha called to his rival: “Koga! Come out! I’m gonna destroy your scrawny wolf ass in front of your whole mangy pack!”
“Go away,” whined Hakkaku, leaning out over the ledge. “Koga’s not here.”
“What?!” said Inuyasha, outraged that his excellent opening line had been wasted on the likes of that spiky-haired fool.
“If he were, he’d only defeat you again and send you running,” taunted Ginta.
Inuyasha growled and leapt up to the ledge on which Koga’s followers stood. He grabbed the pair by their hair and bashed their heads together. As they were sent sprawling, he demanded with a menacing snarl: “Where is he?”
Ginta and Hakkaku exchanged worried glances. Koga would certainly not want Inuyasha barging in on his battle with the leader of the western wolf pack. They’d get beaten to a pulp if they told. Hakkaku opted for backpedaling. “We…uh…don’t know,” he mumbled. “We’ll tell him you’re looking for him, ok?”
At the same moment, Ginta had decided that Koga’s wrath later might be better than Inuyasha’s wrath now. He spoke at the same time as his cohort: “Take the path down there to the river’s edge. He’s there, but he’s busy!”
Inuyasha sifted through the overlapping speech, kicked out at Koga’s absurd back-up duo, and leapt to the path. He ran and flew like the wind. Any lingering pain in his nether region was obliterated by his hunger to settle the score, though it took some effort to ignore the return of the bulge in his hakama.
He could smell them before he could see them, and he winced at its familiarity. Not just the heavy, oversweet scent of wolf, but the tang of something else—the one that still clung to his body despite his best efforts to remove it. Damn that Koga! Had he not only marked Inuyasha’s body but polluted his senses?
His question was answered more swiftly than he was ready for. The hanyo came to a screeching halt, dumbstruck, as he approached the battle. He stared at Koga from behind, straddling a slender but well-muscled wolf yokai, his hips thrusting and grunts of triumph punctuating each forceful plunge.
“Damn, Koga! Do you fuck everyone you fight?!”
Koga paused mid-thrust and turned his head. He smiled a grin that could only be called wolfish at Inuyasha. “Works well, why not?” He glanced down at Inuyasha’s hakama and his smile broadened. “Wait your turn, Inuyasha. I’m almost through here.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights to Inuyasha, and I don’t really want them. I just wanna borrow the boys and play with them a little.
Author’s Note: Thanks to author TwistedHilarity for modeling (in “Demon Terror,” for one) just how well outrageous humor can work in these kinds of stories. I’ve cranked up the humor in this chapter; would love feedback to let me know if you like it.
Predictable, Part II
It took a full two days for Inuyasha to walk without looking like he’d been riding Kagome’s bicycle halfway across the country. As he and his companions pursued the increasingly cold trail of Naraku, Inuyasha walked (running was out of the question) and, as he walked, he burned, in both mind and anal region. Koga, that filthy, shard-powered whelp, hadn’t been satisfied with winning the bet or even with a good long gloat. No, he’d actually done it. He’d unsheathed that mangy wolf cock and rammed it home, into Inuyasha’s unprepared and unwilling ass, and hadn’t stopped until he’d filled the struggling, snarling hanyo’s body with nasty wolf-spunk that Inuyasha could smell even after he’d spent two hours in a hot spring washing and soaking himself. Unforgivable!
To add insult to injury, Inuyasha then had to endure an equally humiliating interrogation from his cohorts as they traveled:
Miroku, with a smirk, walking behind him as they crossed a wide empty field: “He must’ve really beaten you up good, huh, Inuyasha? Did he hurt your back or something? You’re walking all funny.”
“Shut up!”
Sango, with concern, as Inuyasha ate his ramen in a crouched position rather than his usual seated one: “Are you badly wounded, Inuyasha?” Kirara chimed in with the effrontery of a sympathetic trill.
“SHUT UP!”
Kagome, with curiosity, as they set up camp for the night and Inuyasha winced as he bent over to toss wood onto the fire: “Just what did Koga-kun do to you?”
“SHUT THE HELL UP!”
And Shippo, under his breath in the dark, with one eye open as he watched Inuyasha try, without success, to find a comfortable sleeping position on a tree limb: “That’s what you get for being so stupid about Koga.”
The kitsune’s whines of outrage as Inuyasha hit him square-on with three individual pieces of underripe fruit was woefully inadequate relief for his need of vengeance. But it was a start.
“SIT!” yelled Kagome in Shippo’s defense, and Inuyasha plummeted from the tree to land, with perfect accuracy, on his ass. He cursed a muffled blue streak, damning all of his companions and everyone else he had ever met to unending suffering. “Inuyasha?” queried Kagome, as if she had not just caused him entirely unwarranted pain. He growled and left the campsite. Enough of this crap. It was time for Koga to pay.
The scruffy little fraud had been heading back to his pack when they’d last encountered him. There was something about a challenge to his authority from some upstart, but it hadn’t stopped the scrawny braggart from pausing to declare his love for Kagome—again! reprehensible!—and make Inuyasha have to challenge him. By now, he had probably already arrived at his smelly cave. Inuyasha stopped running to sniff the air and be sure he was still heading in the right direction. He hoped the challenger hadn’t done Koga too much harm: Inuyasha wanted him in good shape for the payback he was going to get.
His cock hardened thinking about it. Inuyasha gasped. What the hell was he getting stiff about? This was about revenge, not fucking. He would pummel Koga into dust. He’d rip his tail off and choke him with it. He’d pin him to the ground and rip his chest open. Yes, he’d pin him and spread his legs hard and…
“What the hell?!” he berated himself, feeling his erection throb in his hakama. It made no sense to be getting all hot and bothered while thinking about Koga. Maybe that damned wolf had made him sick somehow, thrusting that thing inside him like that. That must be it. His cock twitched. He had to get his mind on something else, and fast.
He folded his arms across his chest and concentrated on Kagome. An image formed in his mind: Kagome running toward him in the sun, arms outstretched, smiling, her odd little green hip robe swishing as she ran, exposing her long pale legs, her breasts bouncing in her little white shirt. His erection flagged. He frowned down at it. Damn. Ah well, at least he wasn’t thinking about fucking Koga anymore. He leapt into the air and continued his journey. He’d be at Koga’s den soon.
And soon, indeed, he did arrive. (Amazing how fast a hanyo can travel to escape an unwanted erection dilemma.) Appearing beneath the ledge outside the cave, Inuyasha called to his rival: “Koga! Come out! I’m gonna destroy your scrawny wolf ass in front of your whole mangy pack!”
“Go away,” whined Hakkaku, leaning out over the ledge. “Koga’s not here.”
“What?!” said Inuyasha, outraged that his excellent opening line had been wasted on the likes of that spiky-haired fool.
“If he were, he’d only defeat you again and send you running,” taunted Ginta.
Inuyasha growled and leapt up to the ledge on which Koga’s followers stood. He grabbed the pair by their hair and bashed their heads together. As they were sent sprawling, he demanded with a menacing snarl: “Where is he?”
Ginta and Hakkaku exchanged worried glances. Koga would certainly not want Inuyasha barging in on his battle with the leader of the western wolf pack. They’d get beaten to a pulp if they told. Hakkaku opted for backpedaling. “We…uh…don’t know,” he mumbled. “We’ll tell him you’re looking for him, ok?”
At the same moment, Ginta had decided that Koga’s wrath later might be better than Inuyasha’s wrath now. He spoke at the same time as his cohort: “Take the path down there to the river’s edge. He’s there, but he’s busy!”
Inuyasha sifted through the overlapping speech, kicked out at Koga’s absurd back-up duo, and leapt to the path. He ran and flew like the wind. Any lingering pain in his nether region was obliterated by his hunger to settle the score, though it took some effort to ignore the return of the bulge in his hakama.
He could smell them before he could see them, and he winced at its familiarity. Not just the heavy, oversweet scent of wolf, but the tang of something else—the one that still clung to his body despite his best efforts to remove it. Damn that Koga! Had he not only marked Inuyasha’s body but polluted his senses?
His question was answered more swiftly than he was ready for. The hanyo came to a screeching halt, dumbstruck, as he approached the battle. He stared at Koga from behind, straddling a slender but well-muscled wolf yokai, his hips thrusting and grunts of triumph punctuating each forceful plunge.
“Damn, Koga! Do you fuck everyone you fight?!”
Koga paused mid-thrust and turned his head. He smiled a grin that could only be called wolfish at Inuyasha. “Works well, why not?” He glanced down at Inuyasha’s hakama and his smile broadened. “Wait your turn, Inuyasha. I’m almost through here.”