The Love that Transcends Woman

Disclaimer: I (obviously) don't own InuYasha or anything having to do with it (unless you count those mangas and movie DVDs I bought from various places). [As soon as Takahashi decides to turn the rights over to me, I'll be sure and let you know.]


Kagome stared intently into the campfire, lost in her thoughts of that day's events. It was, after all, a lot to think about. Except for the part where most of it was pretty repetitive from previous days, so she should have had them sorted out by then. She did sort it all out pretty easily, it having been a pretty uneventful day, with only a sparse few youkai slayings. There was just one thing which still had her stumped, even though she tried not to think about it, just as she did every other night.
"Here you go, Kagome! Family recipe. Drink up!"
She quickly collected herself enough to smile at Miroku, both cursing him for interrupting her thoughts and thanking him, and took the cup from his hand. "Thanks! Except, wait, what is this?"
"It's herbal tea! I collected the herbs myself from this forest." He laughed to himself, a sort of faked, suspicious laugh, which naturally no one took any notice of, being used to it, and he slinked over next to Sango. She was already sipping hers, with an expression that showed she was obviously forcing it down. Miroku scooted closer, looking the other way as he did, and promptly received a smack.
"Wow, preemptive strike! Go Sango! Wait, I really need to quit hanging around Souta when I go home. But still, she sure looked good when she did that. Ack! I need to get my mind to quit wandering!" She took a sip of Miroku's "tea" and grimaced.
"Do you like it, Kagome?" he asked as he rubbed his cheek.
She made a fake laugh and answered, "Sure, yeah, it's good!"
InuYasha spat his out loud enough that it probably woke the whole forest. "Your 'family' actually drank this crap! It tastes like yoko piss!"
"InuYasha! Be nice. Just because it's horrible doesn't mean you have to be so rude about it."
"Keh!" He turned away, then mumbled to himself, "We shouldn't be drinking anything his grandfather made anyway."
Kagome took another sip, and she noticed Sango was staring at her. Sango saw her look up and turned away, blushing just enough so that it was noticeable. "She just blushed? Then could that mean... Ack! Stop it, mind! I like guys, I know I like guys, my friends have all seen that I like guys. Everyone knows I don't go for girls. The whole thought's just stupid!"
The InuYasha group settled down for the night, planning it to where Kagome and Sango stayed on one side of the fire with Miroku stuck on the other side of it. InuYasha, as usual, was in a tree, and had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the bark. Kagome, however, couldn't seem to get comfortable. Not only could she not seem to quit thinking about Sango, even with how straight she is, but she was feeling hot and mildly short of breath. She noticed Sango get up and leave the clearing, but she was too busy with her own thoughts to think much about that. A while later, by then really uncomfortable, she realized she had to pee, and she had to pee badly. Somehow her thoughts must have kept her from noticing until then. She got up and quietly walked away from the campfire. Her groin stung with each step. "What was in that tea, anyway?" When she got far enough, she relieved herself, and it felt good, much better than it normally should have. She was just about to try and think on that one when she heard a splash on the other wide of the bushes.
Startled, she moved quickly to investigate, nearly tripping over her own skirt, since she hadn't taken the time to pull it up. What she saw startled her much worse. Sango had been bathing in the stream. But that's not what was so shocking; rather it was something Sango had where something else should've been between her legs. She gasped involuntarily.
Sango's heart skipped a beat, maybe two. "Kagome!" She tried to cover herself with her hands. "What are you doing here?" Her face flushed, and she held her breath.
"I-I was, Sango! What is... what happened!"
Sango stared at her feet for a few seconds, and then blushed slightly. "I've been like this as long as I can remember."
"What?! Wait, that doesn't make any sense. I've seen you bathing before, and I've never seen... that!"
Sango visibly winced at what she had to reveal. "That's because of a spell. I have an illusion spell cast on me to hide this. It doesn't work during a full moon, though."
Kagome found she was gazing at the phallus in question, not very well hidden by Sango's hand as it was almost fully erect. She kept having visions of it over and over in her head, understanding now just why she was always so attracted to this woman, all the while her body flushing and her breath becoming shorter. Then she realized she was staring and that Sango has noticed, and was blushing. It was then that she remembered that her skirt was still on her ankles and her underwear still on her knees, and she gasped, pulling back and moving her hands in front of her groin, and blushed. "What's wrong with me? My body normally wouldn't act this way at all. Was it something I ate?"
Just then, Sango started to walk toward her. She took one of Kagome's hands in her own, and then moved so close her nipples were almost touching Kagome's shirt. They each looked into the other's eyes, slowly moving closer, and their lips met. They kissed, slow at first, then with tongue. It was awkward, as neither of them was very experienced, but they didn't care. Their thoughts were no longer fully rational. They stayed pressed together for a while before Sango pulled back. Kagome hadn't noticed before, but, while she had been occupied, Sango had apparently pulled loose her lower garments, mostly with her feet. A thin later of sweat covered their bodies, and was making Kagome's shirt stick to her skin.
Kagome, no longer applying such things as reason at all, moved her eyes down to Sango's genitals, which she took in her hand. She immediately got down on her knees and wrapped her mouth around it, just like she's heard about from some of her schoolmates. Her mouth moved on the head, while her hand pumped up and down the shaft, keeping no particular rhythm. Sango reached down and pulled her shirt and bra off in one motion, then pushed her to the ground. The rocks poked into her back, but she barely noticed. Sango lay herself down on top of her and kissed her deeply. With her right hand, she positioned her stiff organ at Kagome's entrance, and guided the tip in. She took a quick break to place her mouth over Kagome's, and then pushed past her hymen. Kagome's body tensed, flattened both of their chests together, and cried muffled cries into Sango's mouth. Sango lifted her head back in and started to pump, not giving Kagome much time to recover.
Though sore for the first few minutes, Kagome really craved the piece of Sango inside of her, much more than anything she'd craven since her mother's milk. Her slick juices eventually coated Sango's shaft, and by the time the pain had subsided felt nothing but intense pleasure. Sango thrust her hips over and over, and both girls panted heavily, their arms tightly grasping each other's bodies. Sango made one hard thrust, grunted, and spewed her seed deep into Kagome's uterus, finishing up by milking the rest out with a few final thrusts. She rolled off of Kagome, who didn't move except for her chest moving up and down. Drops of semen left a trail from Kagome to Sango's tip, and some of the white liquid spluttered and dripped from Kagome's slightly raw opening. Both were short on breath, especially Sango.
Kagome sat up on her elbows, and, between breaths, said, "Well, that was weird."
Sango, still barely able to move, blushed.
Kagome sat up the rest of the way and turned to her. "Oh, so now you're embarrassed." But then she thought, "But hey, we really should do this again sometime. And maybe next time she can last longer."

Author's note: If you were paying attention, which most of your probably weren't, a large part of this shouldn't have made any sense whatsoever, which I, of course, was aware of before I even started typing this thing. Hey, I was bored.