Aishiteru Means I Love You

"Angela, sweetie, baby, honey..." Broadway had to pull Angela off the woman she was throttling. "Don't do something you'll regret."

"Do you have any idea how stupid you look with rabbit ears on your head?" Angela demanded.

"About as stupid as you do with tinfoil on yours."

"I'm getting highlights! And you're bunny humping with some other female!"

"Angela, she came on to me! I swear, I love you. I don't want anybody but you."

Angela picked up the bunny stripper. "Did you come on to my mate?" she demanded.

"Uh-ah...ha-hai." she hesitated. "Only doing job! Please no kill me, Tengu-San!"

"He doesn't have any money." Angela said, tossing her aside.

"OK. I go dance for bearded American then." The Bunny hopped off.

"Do the ears really make me look silly?" asked Broadway.

"Only as silly as the tinfoil makes me." said Angela.

"Aw, I love you anyway!" Broadway embraced Angela.

"And I love you!" she replied.

"Hippy-Hop! Hippy-Hop!" the Bunny sang as she shimmied over to Xanatos.

"Get any closer to my man and you'll be hippy-hopping in a body cast!" yelled Fox. Her eyes started to flash bright yellow.

/Oh, crap!/ thought Xanatos. /I haven't seen her eyes do that since Oberon tried to kidnap Alex. Good thing I have a contingency plan for just such an occasion./ "Fox, darling...."

"Don't you 'darling' me, David Petros Xanatos!" Fox screamed. Her hair started to rise as if blown by hot air- a very bad sign. "Just what do you think you were doing, whoring around with these bimbos?"

"Darling, the redhead reminded me of you!" Xanatos pleaded. "Here," He reached into his jacket pocket. "I've been meaning to give you this." He took out a small jewel box. Her eyes stopped glowing and her hair returned to normal as she took it, but she still wore a frown.

"Do you really think some gift is going to make me forget what just happened?" she asked.

"Please, open it, dear."

She did. It was a pair of drop shaped earrings. "Amethysts?" she observed.

"To match that violet formal sheathe you're so fond of." said Xanatos. "But, that's not all. You should also find a folded up bit of paper in the box."

Fox found the paper, unfolded it and read what was written. "F is for the Fun she brings into my life. O is for the Only one I want for my wife. X is for her Exotic ways so free and wild. Fox is my beloved and mother of my child. Oh, David, you wrote a poem for me?"

"It's more than a little amaturish, I'll admit." he said. " And I had to take creative liberties with the X. But I meant every word."

"Oh, David, I love you!" She embraced him.

"And I love you." /I'm so magnificent, I scare myself!/

"Yama no baka!" screamed Sora, her eyes glowing red.

"Sora, I swear, I didn't plan this!" pleaded Yama in Japanese. "That female meant nothing to me."

"Oh, and I suppose Setsuna still means nothing to you?" Sora accused. "I know all about the two of you."

"Sora-Chan, that was a long time ago!" he reminded her. "I was 35, you were only 15. I helped you fix one of your dolls for Hinamatsuri that year, remember? As a matter of fact, that was about the time my relationship with Setsuna started to fizzle out. If you can call three months a relationship."

Sora smiled a little. "Well, you were a big help. Miko-Chan couldn't have gone to the festival without her head. But, Yama, I missed you so much while you were gone. I was afraid you'd forget about me."

"Forget about you? Sora, I vowed to keep myself for you and only for you for the rest of my life. You know how seriously I take vows."

"And I was serious about mine too! When I saw you with that female, I wanted to kill her!"

"You'd kill for me?" Yama was honestly flattered. "I'd kill someone for you too!"

"I love you, Yama!"

"Say, Yuri," said Staghart between bites of Pocky. "What's 'aishiteru' mean?" He had just heard Sora say it to Yama.

"Aishiteru means 'I love you'." Yuri answered.

"Hey, Lex," said Broadway as he approached with Angela on his arm. "Um, what's that on your face?"

"Seaweed scrub. Is good for pores!" Lex replied.

"Well, I'm goin' back to the Temple with Angela. Tell Yama and Dingo I had fun at the party!" They both waved and walked away, the breeze blowing his rabbit ears, the moonlight glinting on her tinfoil.

"But not as much fun as he's going to have." Staghart guessed.

"Elisa, be sensible and put away the gun." Goliath pleaded. "You don't want to shoot her."

"You don't! You really don't!" pleaded the half naked woman.

"You're really not even supposed to have a gun in this country." Goliath reminded her. "Is it worth the trouble?"

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!" said Elisa. She lowered her gun and sighed. "And thinking about it would make it pre-meditated. Get the hell out of here!"

The stripper stood and bowed. "Many thanks for not shooting me, miss!" she turned and ran.

"Er, Elisa?" Goliath shifted in his seat. "You could have asked her to unlock these cuffs first."

"You know, big guy, I've seen you break chains. It didn't occur to you you could break a pair of handcuffs? Were you that mesmerized by those saltwater ta-tas she was shaking in your face?"

"Elisa, she-she reminded me of you!"

"I don't have tits the size of watermelons!"

"I meant her hair, her skin tone, the forceful way she sat me down and handcuffed me."

"I've never handcuffed you."

"Maybe you should."

"What would be the point? You could easily break them."

"But I wouldn't want to escape from you."

Elisa smiled. "Goliath! I never thought you'd be into B&D. At least, not as a sub."

Goliath smiled. "There's a lot you don't yet know about me, Elisa."

"Robyn, darling, I know this looks bad." Dingo said, pushing the stripper away from him. "I had no idea strippers would be here, and that's the God's honest truth!"

"Please don't shoot me, Miss!" pleaded the stripper.

"Get your clothes on and get out." Robyn said, holding the gun on her.

"Hai. I go now." She said as she pulled on her scanty top and shrugged into her undersized blazer.

"Hey, where you goin', sweetie?" Fang called after her. "I don't have a ball and chain tellin' me who to dance with! I'm the one who paid for this party!"

"Where did you get the money for this?" Robyn demanded.

"Oh, I think I know the answer!" said Xanatos.

"Aw, c'mon, Davey!" said Fang. "Don't be mad. It's only 43 thousand odd yen. That's only...uh...hey, Matrix! What's the exchange rate again? Matrix? Where the hell did he go?"

The blonde leather girl had taken Matrix to one of the bedrooms in the okiya. "I like your body suit." she said. "It's so smooth and slick. And I love how it reflects everything!" She stopped to admire her reflection in Matrix's silver body. "Tell me, can you breathe alright in that thing?"

"I am a silicon based being and thus am not in need of oxygen." Matrix replied.

"Why, sure, sweetie!" The Leather Girl laughed. "Whatever you say. Some of my best friends are silicon based." She fondled her bared breasts. "But these are real! Wanna feel them for yourself?"

Matrix squeezed the breasts, mindful of the fact that too much pressure could injure a human. "They are quite yielding." he observed.

"Ooh, you're so good with your hands!" Leather Girl squealed. Do you want to touch more?"

"I would appreciate the opportunity to explore the activity of sexual congress, or 'fucking' as humans refer to it." Matrix replied.

She laughed. "Oh, you're so funny! Love how you're staying in character. So, are you are you a robot or an alien or what?"

"I am a highly advanced artificial intelligence composed of nanotechnological particles."

"Mmm...that sounds sexy." Leather Girl ran long, red fingernails down Matrix's chest. "So, are you anatomically correct?"

"My anatomy is malleable." said Matrix. "I can take any shape or form that I need to perform any desired task."

"So, if you wanted to have a nine inch dick, you could have one?"

"Query: What is a dick?"

She laughed. "Oh, you're too cute! You know, a dick. A johnson, a prick, a pole, a cock, a dong, a willy, a pecker, a John Thomas, a tallywhacker, one eyed wonder weasel, trouser snake, baloney pony, meat thermometer, yogurt slinger...."

"None of your vocabulary is congruent, madam." Matrix replied.

"I mean a PENIS for crying in the beer!"

"Ah, a penis!" Matrix understood that. "The external sexual organ of certain biologically male life forms, a reproductive organ, technically an intromittent organ, and for placental mammals and gargates, additionally serves as the external organ of urination."

"Right, right, you got one?"

"I could create the appearance of such an organ." A long, silver shaft began to emerge from Matrix's crotch.

"Ooh, a shiny silvery chrome cock!" gasped Leather Girl. "It's getting me hot! Ooh, can you make it bigger?" Matrix did so. "A little bigger? Bigger still...no! Back up, that was a bit too big. Oh, baby, that's just perfect! Do you want me to lick it?"

"Would that be sex?"

"Depends on your definition of 'is', honey!" she giggled.

"Is. A verb. Third person singular, present tense conjugation of 'be'."

"Well, let me show you how I conjugate!" She got on her knees and took the chrome penis into her mouth. She sucked on the head for a moment before taking her mouth away to lick it.

"This is quite an unusual sensation." Matrix observed. "Most unique."

"Mmm...you mean you never did this before?" she rubbed her cheek against the mirrored cock. "Goody for me! I don't think I've ever had a virgin before!" She undid her leather briefs. "Time for me to turn Pinocchio into a real boy." She lay on the futon and spread her legs. "You wanna dive into my hot, wet muff, honey?"

"Perhaps later. I would be much more interested in an analysis of the act of inserting my external projection into your cavity."

"Oh, you like anal?"

"I am unfamiliar with that terminology."

"Lay on the futon honey, I'll take care of you!"

Matrix did as he was told. Leather girl straddled him and impaled the chrome cock into her moist depths. "Ooh, baby! So big!" she grunted as she began to thrust. Matrix analyzed the sensations. The vaginal cavity was damp and hot, 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit to be exact. Several teaspoons of fluid were secreting from the organ, lubricating his organ as she thrust herself up and down. The canal contracted about his member at about 32.7 kPa. The walls of the cavity were elastic, bending easily to the shape of the member. The woman was moaning and shouting ecstatically.

"Am I injuring you?" he asked.

"Oh, no, baby!" she shouted. "Ooh, you're gonna make me cum! I'm gonna cum all over that shiny cock!"

Matrix was starting to notice something. The heat, the moisture, the friction were no longer separate sensations to be measured and counted. They were all merging together, forming something new, something different, something completely alien to Matrix's knowledge. He couldn't quite define what it was, but he wanted more of it. He undulated his body, trying to get a deeper, fuller sensation of the woman's body against his. Matrix felt as if he were melting, though his body was still in its solid configuration. Everything was heat and blurs and undulation. It was disorienting. It was unfamiliar. It was also the most exhilarating this Matrix had ever experienced. He was on sensory overload. He was letting out screams and shouts as ecstatic as the woman's. Then, everything exploded. Matrix felt himself burst with his first exposure to pleasure, as he felt himself become one with the universe.

"Ooh, baby!" crooned Leather Girl. "That was so...baby? Where'd ya go?" The futon below her was covered in a molten grey goo. "Aw, shit, this is too fucking weird!" She threw on her scraps of cloth that passed for clothes and left.

When he finally came too, Matrix was alone. His internal clock told him it was nearly sunrise. He reflected on that night's experiences. So, that was sex. An interesting experience. Odd that Dingo had been so reluctant to share it with him. He would parlay his new data to Dingo and learn what he could. Perhaps Fang would also give him some more information.
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"Oooooh...Broadway! Broadway!" Angela gasped out as her lover lapped at her clitoris. "Oh...oh...I'm going to...aaaaaaah!" Her eyes glowed bright red as she let out a feral half roar, half scream as she came while Broadway slurped down her juices. "Oh, God, that was good!" she panted as Broadway lay down next to her. She smiled at him. "For Heaven's sake, Broadway! Take those silly ears off!"

He tossed the ears aside. "Can't wait to see how you'll look with highlights tomorrow." he said. "Frankly, you're looking a little like a baked potato just now."

"Do I taste like a baked potato?" she asked teasingly.

"Hmm...what do you think?" He quickly pressed his lips to hers, letting her taste her own musky flavor. Angela had been a bit surprised at first by Broadway's sudden kiss, but found the flavored kiss erotic.

"I think you need to fuck me."

"Oh, baby, you know I love when you talk dirty!" It was rare that he could convince Angela to use raunchy words, even when they were alone. He slid into her. "How hard do you want me to fuck you?"

"Fuck me hard, Broadway!" she yelled thrusting up to meet him. "I want your cock in me!"

"Oh, yeah!" Broadway thrust in and out of her. This was so much better than being groped by that stripper. Angela was hot and wet just for him, crying out his name. /That's a good reason to have a name./ Broadway decided. /So your lover can scream it out and let you know how good you are./ "Oh, yeah, Angela! I'm so close!"

"Broadway! Cum for me!" she yelled. They both shouted out as the came. Broadway kissed her as he pulled out and settled next to him.

"Angela, I've been thinking."

"Don't strain yourself." she teased.

"Har har." he deadpanned. "Well, we're going to become mates soon, right? So, that probably means we might have hatchlings some day."

"We might...." she said with a smile.

"I think our hatchlings should have names. I've decided I really like having a name, and so would my children."

"Makes sense." said Angela. "You have anything in mind?"

"Well, if we have a girl, I wanna name her Guenevere."

"After your screen name on The Realm?"

"It's a pretty name. You got any ideas for boy's names?"

"Hmm...maybe if we have a boy we could name him Arthur since you seem so fond of the Knights of the Round Table stories."

"We've already met King Arthur." said Broadway. "We need another name so we don't get them mixed up."

"We've got a good couple of decades to think of something." she said, snuggling next to him.
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In the grove, two naked gargoyles snuggled together, curtained by the sweeping branches of a willow tree.

"Yama?" Sora asked, stroking his arm as she snuggled against his bare chest. "How would you feel about being a father?"

"You won't go on heat for another ten years, neh?" he responded.

"You could've been a father ten years ago." she pointed out.

"There was no one I felt deserved the honor of bearing my child."

Sora laughed. "And do I merit the honor?"

"If you will accept it."

She kissed him. "If we have a son, I will name him Oka." In Japanese, "Oka" meant "Hill".

"Oka." Yama tried the name. "I like it."

"If we have a daughter, what would you name her?"

Yama lay back against the twisted trunk of the willow and looked up at the glowing moon, shining through the pale green branches. "Mitsuki." he said.

"Mitsuki...beautiful moon. I like it." She lay against him as he embraced her with his wings.

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With a sharp slap, Elisa's hand came in contact with Goliath's buttocks, just under his tail. "Thank you, ma'am!" said Goliath. "May I have another?" She obliged. "Thank you, ma'am! May I have another!"

"You've been such a naughty boy, Goliath." said Elisa. "Maybe I should get something harder to punish you with!"

Goliath looked up from his position, face down on the futon, his hands cuffed together in front of him, his tail tied to his back with his own belt, loincloth pulled back to expose his buttocks. Elisa was undoing her own belt. She snapped it a couple of times. "Um...wasabi!" he said, anticipating what she might do with that belt.

She tossed the belt asside. "Alright, Big Guy. You try not to hurt me, so I'll try not to hurt you. But, maybe I should take off these clothes."

"Yes, you should! That is, if you want to."

"I want to." she said stripping down. "You like looking at me naked, Big Guy?" He grunted and nodded as best he could. "Too bad. I want to play with your ass some more." She knelt behind him. "Remember," she said, picking up a bottle of baby oil. "The safe word is 'wasabi'."

Goliath started as he felt Elisa's oiled fingertip on his rim. Still, he didn't say the word. The finger whirled about, causing him to gasp for air at the new sensation. He moaned as Elisa's other oiled hand weighed his large sac. The finger slipped in, whirling and stretching him. Goliath grunted, but made no attempt to stop it. Two fingers went inside, stretching him further. Goliath moaned in ecstasy at the strange but wonderful intrusion. Then, Elisa's recently manicured nails brushed something that made Goliath howl as his world flashed bright white. He thrashed against her hands, wanting more, wanting to come by those lovely, delicate hands.

"Hold steady, Big Guy." she urged. A hand wrapped around his member. "OK, here we go!" One hand pulled and squeezed as the other pushed inside him. Goliath gave out a feral scream as he came. When he reassembled, he was gasping for air and Elisa was kissing him on his neck and shoulders, heedlessly wiping his cum on his bare flesh. "Would you like me to unlock the cuffs?"

"Yes, please." She released him. He took her in his arms and held her close. "Elisa, I love you." He kissed her. "I-I never felt anything like that before. I never thought to."

"Well, when we get back to the states, maybe you can borrow some of my toys."

"Toys?"

"Yes. I have something called the Grape Ape that you might like. But for now, we both need a shower."