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“[i]THERE IT IS![/i]”

Sango’s shout was explosive within the tight confines of the ruined shrine’s halls. Everyone looked and saw her pointing an accusing finger down one dark corridor, her eyes alight with fury. They turned that way, and the pitch-black hall lit up with their collective torch light, dimly illuminating it to the very end. There crouched the evil spirit, his scrawny arms held up to hold the light at bay. He let out a hiss before darting away fast like lightning, his rapid footsteps echoing into silence.

“[i]After the bastard![/i]” growled Inuyasha. He ran so fast that the wind almost knocked Kagome off her feet. She ducked away with her skirt flapping wildly around her thighs. Sango and Miroku followed posthaste, leaving Kagome and the tiny Shippo alone in the dull light of her torch.

“Wait!” Shippo chirped, bouncing like an idiot on slender fox legs. “You’re not going to catch him like that!” But Inuyasha and the other two were already around the corner where there was no hope of hearing him, not that they would’ve listened.

Shippo pouted and Kagome patted his head. “It’s OK. Those three know how to take care of themselves.” She spoke to herself as much as she did to him. In the breezy, dusty shrine long abandoned by its priests Kagome felt especially exposed in her school uniform, the green skirt of which only just came below the halfway point down her thigh. Her full, onyx hair blended in with the suffocating darkness. Motes of dust disturbed by their presence drifted about like snow in the light of her torch. Her skin felt dry, and her lungs were itchy. [i]I just want to catch this spirit and get out of here.

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“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Shippo huffed. “I know that knuckleheaded brute will be fine, but there’s no chance in hell of them catching an incubus by just running after it. I told them this already.” He spoke confidently, his knowledge of such spirits gained after decades of dealing with them as a typically sly kitsune.

Kagome hoped for some miracle that they would catch the spirit, if just so they could get out of there. It didn’t help what tales she’d heard from the nearby town. [i]Perverted thing, exposing itself to women. Leaves a trail of its slime wherever it goes. Tall, blue skin, hairy, and a really, really big-[/i]

“Why don’t we go in another direction?” Kagome suggested suddenly. In the cold of the hall, she felt her cheeks growing hot.

Shippo looked up at her. “Are you sure? You don’t want to try and catch up with them first?”

“You said it yourself. They’re not going to catch him that way. You and I ought to go in another direction and see if we bump into him, or he bumps into us.” Kagome dreaded the thought, but anything to keep from standing there while feeling exposed.

Shippo looked as apprehensive as she was but nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.” He pointed down an adjacent hall. “The others might have chased him towards that way. Come on.” He scampered forth on his tiny fox legs, pittering across the rotten bamboo floor so fast that Kagome had to trot just to keep up.

“Slow down!” she said. “My torch might go out.”

“I’ll light you another one,” he said without looking back at her. “I just want to catch this damn incubus and be done with it.” There were more shouts from down the hall, some of them belonging unmistakably to Inuyasha. “Come on!” Just like that he was gone, vanishing from Kagome’s torchlight where she couldn’t see him anymore.

“Shippo!” Panic set in as she ran as fast as she could, her shoes clopping frantically. Her heart pounded and the itch in her lungs turned into a burn. “[i]Shippo! Wait![/i]” The end of the corridor materialized in front of her suddenly, branching off into two opposite directions on her left and right. She skidded to stop, nearly dropping the torch. Panting hard, she looked both ways and shouted, “Shippo! Inuyasha? Guys?” No answer. Even the shouting had stopped. A gust of wind seeped through the hall, shivering her to the bone. She was alone. “Oh no…”

Dreading the idea of standing there and waiting for the incubus to find her, she made a split-second decision and headed left. [i]This is where they went, right?[/i] Trudging forward she prayed to see the glow of someone else’s torch, but there was nothing but more blackness. Second to her desire to get out of that shrine was to punt Shippo for abandoning her. [i]I swear he better make it up to me after this.[/i]

It started growing colder, and Kagome noticed the end of the hall opening into the moonlit courtyard. An eroded, vine-strangled stone statue stood at the center, its finer details left obscured by the dark. Kagome was freed from the claustrophobic halls, but not the dreadful lonesomeness. Unwilling to step back into the temple halls, she made a fretful trip further into the courtyard. Her footsteps transferred onto harder cobblestone. The grip on her torch was tight to the point of trembling. Her eyes darted to each surrounding wall and their entrances. No sound of her comrades came echoing out, as if they’d abandoned her, or the incubus had vanquished them all somehow. [i]No. Inuyasha is too strong. He wouldn’t let that happen to him or anyone. Remember what you told Shippo. He’ll be fine. Everyone will be fi-[/i]

A rustling sound put an end to her comforting thoughts. Kagome spun hard, whipping the flames of her torch and streaking the afterimage across her vision like a long blue ribbon. She stared into the corner of the courtyard where she heard the sound, the outer limit of her flamelight cowering but a couple feet away. Her gut turned to led and her throat bobbed, trying to eek out a sound. “H-hello?”

Nothing at first, then a low, hissing grunt. “Go away. Leave, all of you.”

Kagome felt the color drain from her face and flood into her feet as an icy chill. The torch almost fell from her grasp, but her tendons had gone too taut to so much as relax her fingers. Logic told her to scream, but the terror kept her paralyzed.

There was more silence as the demon’s patience waned. “I said go! Now! Leave me alone!”

Kagome’s jaw clenched. The unfortunate women who this vile thing had exposed himself to came to mind. Her fear faded into a bitter rage. “No, [i]you[/i] leave!”

“[i]What?[/i]” demanded the voice from the darkness.

“You heard me!” The hand not holding the torch balled into an indignant fist. “Going around showing women your… thing! It’s not right! You’re the one who needs to go away! [i]Pervert![/i]”

She heard an annoyed grumble. “Can’t help it. Made into this. Can’t stop… leaking.”

[i]Leaking?[/i] Kagome lowered her gaze to the cobblestone ground. Trailing through her torchlight at an angle were droplets of some bodily fluid. They shone in the light like coins. [i]The women in the town over mentioned trails like these.[/i] “Whatever your problem is, being a pervert isn’t going to solve anything!”

A sniveling groan. “I told you. Can’t help it. Cock too big. Too excited. I see pretty women…” A loathsome pause. “Pretty women like you…”

At once Kagome felt his gaze upon her, trailing her body through the black. Disgust rumbled through her stomach and drew a sneer across her lips. She turned her head slightly and shouted, “[i]Guys! Out here! The courtyard![/i]” One second later she heard the clamor of her friends drawing close.

“[i]No![/i]” protested the demon. “I’ll be good! Won’t show my cock anymore! Will be good! Please!” His desperation was genuine, palpable in the way his voice crumbled. Kagome couldn’t see him, but she imagined his hands clasped together, shaking as he begged.

He was denied reprieve by the simultaneous arrival of Kagome’s friends. They came from the three hallway entrances, Inuyasha in one, Shippo another, and Sango plus Miroku from the third. Inuyasha, his mighty sword drawn, spotted Kagome with her torch facing the corner. He dropped his torch and made a mad dash forward, sword held high over his head. “[i]HEY! PERVERT![/i]”

Kagome turned her head to witness his charge. The others were right behind him, ready to provide back up. Kagome was about to dart out of his way when a rapid rustling distracted her. She whipped her head back around. Her view of the demon was brief, his emaciated blue body kept low to the ground as he scuttled forth on his fours like a beetle. Black hair covered his body. A fearsome visage sported blood red eyes amidst black scleras and fangs which sprouted upwards from his lower jaw. Kagome didn’t have a chance to move or even scream before the demon pounced into the air, right above her head. He became a blur, and screaming past Kagome’s torch was a thick, heavy blue limb that smacked her square in the face like a club.

An explosion pinged in her ears as she was sent careening backwards, the torch thrown from her grasp and landing on the ground in a spew of embers. She landed on her back, face scrunched, hair a mess. Her face was numb, warm with the heat of what had struck her. She did not see the demon land atop the courtyard statue and then leap onto the shrine’s roof where he disappeared finally and for good.

“Kagome!” shouted Inuyasha. He skidded to his knees beside her and pulled at her wrist. “Are you alright?”

Kagome felt the soft tickle of his long, white hair on her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw his handsome visage within the torchlight of the others who came rushing in to help. Her head was ringing and her back hurt, but she was fine. “Yeah, I’m OK.” She sat up and rubbed the back of her wrist across her face. “He kneed me in the face, I think.” She blinked and looked around. “Where is he?”

“I’m gonna find out,” Inuyasha declared before standing up. “Sango! Watch her. I’ll go find this bastard.” Then he dashed off again, leaping onto the shrine roof and running off.

Sango dropped to one knee and put her hand on Kagome’s shoulder. “You’re sure you’re OK? You took a nasty tumble.”

“I said I was fine.” Kagome put her hands out for the others to help her up to her feet. Once Kagome was standing she dusted herself off. “I talked to him for a little bit. I told him to stop exposing himself to women. Said he ‘couldn’t help it’. He said…” Kagome grimaced.

“What’d he say?” Miroku asked.

Kagome hated herself for saying it out loud. “He said his cock was too big.”

Shippo nodded grimly. “That’s an incubus for you. Sex pests, the lot of them. Cowards too. All we had to do was scare him off. He won’t come back.”

That was a weight lifted from Kagome’s chest. “Good.”

Sango then reached for Kagome’s face. “Wait. You have something on your chin.”

Kagome backed her head away reflexively. “What? What is it?”

“Hold still. I’m trying to see.” Kagome stood upright, allowing Sango to wipe her thumb across her chin. When she pulled it back Kagome saw a thickish substance glistening on Sango’s thumb. Mostly clear, it was tinged by a ghostly milk color which ebbed through the fluid like some bodily effervescence. It came with a queer, metallic smell that made both women’s noses cringe. In all the excitement and with her face still numb from the impact, Kagome hadn’t noticed any of it.

The color drained from Kagome’s face. “What is it?”

“I don’t know,” Sango said while flicking her thumb free of the gunk. “But I’d get it off your face if I were you.”

She didn’t have to tell her twice. Kagome hurriedly untied her ascot and used it to wipe her chin and lip clean. That still left the smell in her nose and, even worse, the taste in her throat. Holding her ascot out ([i]I’m going to have to clean this a thousand times over now[/i]) and seeing the slimy substance splotched out made her shiver in disgust. [i]You know what? Maybe I better just throw it away. And I really liked this one.[/i] From there she let the ascot go. It fluttered to the cobblestone ground in front of Kagome’s feet. She would try her best to forget about this whole encounter.

A curious Miroku bent over the ruined garment with a quizzical frown on his face. “I don’t want to raise any alarm, but to me that looks a whole lot like-”

“[i]Dammit![/i]” Inuyasha’s shout startled the group. He came leaping over the shrine roof and landed back in the courtyard with his sword slung over his shoulder and a very grumpy look on his face. “Bastard got away from me. Say what you want about those things, but they sure are fast.”

“I told you,” said Shippo. “We only needed to scare him off. Corner him, then shoo him away.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Inuyasha stood amongst the group. “At least he won’t bother the women at this village anymore.” He saw Kagome standing up, dazed but unhurt. “And you’re alright, Kagome?”

“I already said I was,” she declared. [i]He’s gonna fret over me forever, isn’t he?[/i] “He just knocked me over, is all. I’m fine.” Another shiver ran through her spine. She felt lightheaded and a sickly buzz had overtaken her body. “[i]Brrrr…[/i] Let’s just get out of here and tell the people they’re safe from that pervert.”

“Way ahead of you,” Sango said. The group vacated the courtyard and the shrine, leaving behind what evils lurked inside it while the fluid on Kagome’s ascot began to crust.

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Back at the village where they had been recruited to repel the incubus, a couple of sentries guarded the gate and asked them if they were successful in their mission. A proud Inuyasha announced that they were. The beast had fled, and he wasn’t coming back. Elated, the two sentries not only let them in but heralded the victory with a loud call on their horn. The locals aroused from their beds all confused and bitter but quickly broke into uproarious cheers once news spread that the incubus was gone.

Inuyasha and the gang were heroes, paraded through the village in the dead of night among people crying tears of joy. Inuyasha, the boisterous oaf, was sure to stand tall with his chest out and his wolf ears perked for all the women to enjoy. Miroku, being a monk, acted much more modestly (though he made sure to tell every woman his name). Sango bowed and shook hands with as many people as she could while Shippo stood on her shoulders grinning and chuckling amidst the revelry.

Kagome was not in such a celebratory mood. She stood at the back of the group, sulking along with barely any recognition of the many villagers thanking her so profusely. A pallor had taken her skin, and a hunch pulled at her posture. She looked and felt miserable. That sickly buzz from earlier had turned into a virulent tummy ache ready to have her doubled up on the ground. That smell and taste was stained throughout her mouth and throat. The imprint of where the incubus had struck her face rang through her flesh and in her ears. She wanted nothing more than to just retire to bed or vomit and pass out. Instead, she was determined to trudge along through this impromptu parade for as long as it lasted. Worrying her comrades was not something she wanted to do.

Alas, people started to notice when they sat down to have a feast. The village’s best cooks hurried to fix something up for their heroes who sat along a table in a hall usually reserved for such occasions. Even Inuyasha, currently up to his neck in beautiful women who wanted to repay him for dealing with the perverted demon, couldn’t help but worry for Kagome as she sat hunched over in her seat looking like death.

“Hey, Kagome,” he whispered while leaning backwards to be heard past the pair of women glued to that side of him. “You alright? You look sick.”

Kagome fixed her posture, albeit sluggishly. A gulp pulled at her throat, and she mustered a smile. “Y-yeah! I’m just… fine.” She started noticing the women all bunched up around Inuyasha, their airy kimonos which left their breasts mostly exposed and came down to just below the swell of their buttocks. [i]Pale contours. Soft, supple flesh. I wonder what color their nipples are.[/i] The thought came out of nowhere, hitting her over the head and making her jolt a little. “Ah! Ahhh… I mean…” She saw the bewildered look she was getting from Inuyasha and some of his girls. “I mean, I’m fine. All’s great here.” [i]Gotta look cool in front of the women.[/i] Another rogue thought. [i]What’s happening to me?[/i]

Fortunately for Kagome, her sickness started to wane. Unfortunately, it turned into something else. The ache radiating from her tummy became a hungry void that pulled the rest of her inwards towards it. A queer pressure blew out from her loins in waves. [i]Wrrrrrr-RRRRRR-rrrrrrr-RRRRRR-rrrrrr-[/i] She pulled at the front of her skirt and squirmed in her seat. Though the sickness was gone, a terrible fever set her face ablaze. [i]What is going on with me? I need something to put this down. I need… I need…[/i]

Her attention came back to the women sitting beside her. [i]I need a lovely woman to sit on my lap.[/i] She expected revulsion from the thought, but that whirring pressure in her loins only intensified at the thought of a woman’s plush and plump behind seated on her. The grip on her skirt tightened. It wasn’t just a pressure anymore, but a sweltering arousal she needed to take care of this instant. Her knees and toes rubbed together. [i]I need to fuck.[/i]

“Kagome?” It was Sango this time, leaning towards her from the left. “Are you OK? Your face is red and you’re sweating.”

Kagome looked back at her and saw the sweet contours of her friend’s body within her battle suit, tight black fabric clinging to athletic curves and an ample chest. Quite suddenly she understood why Miroku was perving over her all the time. The only thing snapping Kagome out of it was the recognition that Sango was her friend and that she and everyone else had grown deeply concerned. “N-no…” Kagome confessed with a huff. “I think… I think I have a fever.”

“Oh no,” Sango said. She reached for Kagome’s shoulder. “Come on, we should get you to the-”

“[i]No![/i]” Kagome shouted. She swatted Sango’s hand away, terrified of what she might do with it once it touched her. Another lurid though wriggled through her mind with all the hiss and snivel of a pervert. [i]Her hands look so soft. Perfect for gripping a fat cock.[/i] The image came with it: Kagome endowed with an enormous, veiny cock that hung down to the knees with Sango’s dexterous double-grip pumping along its gargantuan length.

She started to hyperventilate. Every pair of eyes in the hall fell on her. The place had gone silent except for her overstimulated breathing. Her chest heaved in her shirt. An added shade of red came to the surface of her cheeks. “Oh God… Oh God… Fuck… I…” She at the collar of her shirt, popping the top two buttons and sending them scattering across the table. “Something’s wrong… I… I can’t help it.” Those words rang a bell.

Suddenly the women crowded around Inuyasha wanted to be as far away from Kagome as possible. They scurried away, leaving Inuyasha alone in his place. He didn’t notice or care, not with the state Kagome was in. “Kagome!” he hollered as he shot to his feet. “We need to get you to a doctor right now!”

She agreed, but at the moment her concern lay in the women fleeing from her. “No! It’s fine. I’m fine,” she lied again. Her hands gripped the edge of the table so she could get a hold of herself. “It’s nothing, really.”

But it wasn’t nothing, much to one witness’s horror. A pretty lady in a pink kimono, she pointed at Kagome in horror and let loose the most blood-curdling shriek. “[i]Her hands! Look at her hands![/i]”

Everyone else did too and saw what was becoming of Kagome’s digits. They were sunken into the wood of the table, peeling away the top layer into thin coils. Kagome let go out of horror and looked at her palms. They were bigger, gruffer, looking like they could carry the heaviest tool without effort or injury. Most shocking were the thick, black claws which grew from her fingertips and formed dense spikes underneath which she’d collected some wood. A gasp went through the crowd as well as Kagome.

“[i]What is this?[/i]” she squealed before looking up at everyone else. “[i]What’s happening to me!?[/i]” The sight of her visage made the villagers recoil. There was another caterwaul, and suddenly there was an exodus from the hall. “[i]Wait![/i]” she hollered. “[i]Don’t go![/i]”

“[i]Kagome![/i]” It was Shippo who had darted from the table to see what was wrong. “Your face!”

More terror as Kagome put her growing hands on her face. The shape remained, but the skin was thicker somehow. When she moved her face, it felt stiff. Beneath it all was a stretching sensation she hadn’t noticed amidst the panic and distress, both of which escalated dramatically now. Her rough hands patted around her morphing features. “[i]What’s it doing? WHAT’S IT DOING?[/i]”

“It’s…” Sango started. “It’s turning blue.”

“[i]What!?[/i]” The shocked and silent stares from her friends confirmed that it was true. Kagome couldn’t see it, but a ghostly cerulean had floated from the depths of her skin to the surface. Starting with her face, the hue crept its way down her neck and spread from her collar to the shoulders and bust. Even more malicious were her eyes, the whites turning black, the brown turning a horrid red. Hands held out in front of her, she watched as it made its way from the elbow to her wrists and hands like a spreading rash, bringing with it that dreadful pulling sensation which had so firmly subjugated her every bit and facet. “[i]No![/i]” she squealed, voice cracking. “[i]No! Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP![/i]” Something choked her voice, originating with the jaw which started to feel heavy and awkward. The canines of her bottom jaw were starting to grow, reaching out from the bottom lip which inflated over them both.

Nobody knew what to do. There wasn’t anything anybody could do. The blueness was down to the trunk, and the heap of sensations which had piled on her made a sudden reversal in her chest. An oddly erotic moan ripped out once her nipples were both pinched by a sudden implosion feeling. Both breasts started to shrink while the muscle beneath hardened into a solid pair of pecs. The toughening musculature spread to the abs, shoulders and arms, in a short distance behind her bluing skin.

“[i]Ahhhh! Hahhhhhhh…[/i]” Kagome’s voice was crackling into something deeper and throaty. The discomfort of having her body warped and transformed meshed with an odd delight the moment it fell upon her womanhood. Core trembling, hips bucking, Kagome stood up from her seat. “[i]Oh God… Huhhh… It’s… Ohhh… Fuck… Fuck…[/i]” Her hands were massive now, bony like a brute’s and featuring a thin layer of black hair that covered the forearm. They went to her shirt and tore it apart like it was rice paper. [i]RIIIIIIIIIP![/i] Buttons and frayed threads went flying in every which direction, littering the table in front of her. She exposed an exquisitely carved rack of ab muscles which climbed into her pectorals still covered by a bra, until it too was torn apart with ease.

The remnants of her shirt and bra sloughed off. Her brutish physique, now entirely that sickly sapphire color and textured by hair, was covered only by her skirt and underwear. Kagome looked down at them. They looked so far away with how much she’d grown. The horror of such a wildly changed body would’ve struck more earnestly if not for the great gurgle and fizz of sensations in her quim.

“[i]Ahhhh! Ahhhhh…[/i]” Her hands opened and closed into fists in front of her abdomen. The urge to rip the skirt off was strong, but even in such a dire emergency it was modesty that kept her in place. I can’t get any more naked than this! But the heat in her womanhood was about to light her underwear on fire. It was too much to ignore. Her claws made an agonizing journey to the rim of her skirt and tore it apart at the middle. [i]Riiiiiiip![/i] They fell down her legs to her feet which had blown out of her dainty girl shoes, revealing the dense, curly hair that had sprouted from their tops.

A gasp from everyone else. “[i]Kagome![/i]” shouted Sango who then covered her mouth out of shock.

Kagome was about to apologize for the indecency. That’s what she thought they were reacting to until she looked down. Her panties were an alabaster white lace pulled completely taut by the sudden and dramatic growth of her pelvis and surrounding muscles. The G-string was buried invisibly into the canyon between her stony glutes. The waistband was pulled beneath the upper vines of a thick and passionate bush.

Towering above it all in prominence was her clit jutting against the fabric like a thick and bony finger. The naturally petite sex organ protruded to a size and angle Kagome had never seen it accomplish before nor thought was possible. Alas, the rapid change of her body would not even leave her womanhood alone. Beginning to sob, Kagome dared to rip her panties off and render herself completely nude to track what was becoming of her pearl.

It was not a pearl anymore. At almost a perpendicular angle with her body it pointed forward with all the authority of a man’s erection. The tip was conical in shape with a ring choked around it like a set of glans. Her hood of flesh was bowed open around it, stretching with every added bit of girth. The open air outside of her skirt and underwear was dreadfully cold. An errant breeze wafted across her nethers and generated a blissful shiver that made her navy-blue nipples go hard.

“[i]Uhh! Hahhh! Why is it… Oh no… Stop… Make it stop![/i]” She was too afraid to touch it, and everyone else was too afraid to approach. The clit continued its journey outside of her, lengthening into a pretty pink stem the size of her pinky finger. The surrounding vulva had shrunken into her body and closed up like a zipper, but not before birthing a pair of marbles which pressed against the fused flesh of what had been her labia, now a softly wrinkled scrotum fit with a scar running along its middle. Her clit, now demonstrably a cock, was cocooned by a sleeve of dark blue pussy skin all the way up to the faux glans. A ridge of muscle swelled from the bottom. The very tip sank into a crater that became her urethral slit, a tiny eye which stared back at Kagome’s horrified audience.

It felt wonderful. Kagome’s entire body trembled and vibrated. Her toothy maw hung open in an erotic O, letting loose several manly moans. “[i]Huhhh! Uhhhh! Ahhhh![/i]” Her penis grew into a length unable to hold its own weight, thus it began to hang over the contours of her equally matured man purse. The cockskin continued creeping up the glans to form a snug foreskin with its rim puckered into a knot in front of her slit, leaving the shape of her cock helmet imprinted on the skin. Veins floated to the surface. She felt her pulse hammering away at its core. Kagome was wholly, undeniably a man.

“No, no, no, no…” he whimpered. But it wasn’t over, at least not with his penis. It lengthened past the bottom curve of his scrotum where his heavy ellipsoids had swelled the hammock skin taut. Tiny hairs sprouted from them, black and wiry like the impenetrable jungle further north. The pleasure had dulled into a delightful buzz as his cock continued to grow into a burdensome third limb. Thicker, longer, and heavier it became. Down past the mid-thigh, then the upper curve of his knees. His balls were no less significant, sitting in front of his lap like a pair of limes already churning with juices ready to spew and breed.

And then it stopped. Kagome stood behind the table on the opposite side from everyone else at a wide stance, that barbarous sex organ hanging from his hairy, muscular body. All that remained of the schoolgirl from mere minutes ago was her hair, somehow retaining its shape, color, and luster. The rest had been honed into a tall and athletic breeding machine like they had encountered in the shrine.

Kagome gawked down at his nudity, something that didn’t feel like his own and yet buzzed with sensation and response. Clenching his fists brought the tendons to the surface of his forearms and with them the thrum of power and strength. Past them was her penis, its haughty sway enough to make him worry that he would topple over. A fearful clench of her floor muscle made it bounce, startling him as if it would snap up and bite him. “No…” he whimpered. “No, no. no! [i]WHY!?[/i]”

Sango approached cautiously, coming around the table with her hands up in front of her. “Kagome, just calm down. We can fix this.”

Kagome saw her coming and realized that he was naked. His thighs clapped together around his pecker with his hands folded over his balls. “How?” he desperately demanded. The cool night air wafting into the hall made him shiver.

“I… I don’t know. We’ll figure something out, right guys?” Sango looked towards the group, urging for some confirmation.

They nodded quickly, Inuyasha saying, “Yeah! We’ll, ehm…” His eyes made repeated trips to Kagome’s crotch. “We’ll figure out what to do to change you back.”

“It has to do something with that incubus when it knocked her over,” Miroku said with his chin in his hand.

“Yeah, no shit,” Inuyasha grunted. “But how do we reverse it? Shippo?”

The fox boy shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t even know this was possible.”

While their debate continued Sango made it to Kagome and laid her hands on his shoulder, easing some of his trembles. “Come on. Let’s get you somewhere warm.”

Kagome meant to thank her, but yet another burst of sensations zapped him into silence. They blew out from Sango’s hands where they laid on his shoulder and maintained a pleasant buzz through the skin so that his nipples got even harder. He noticed Sango’s body again. [i]Such a hot body. Nice curves. Nice tits. I bet she’s super tight.[/i]

Kagome gasped and jerked away from her. “[i]No![/i] Don’t touch me.”

Sango held her hands up and backed off. “Sorry! Sorry.”

Instantly, Kagome felt guilty. “No, it’s OK. I’m sorry. I…” He couldn’t keep his eyes off her, least of all that thin line of cleavage left visible in her battle suit. There was a stir in his loins. His penis swelled against the inner thigh muscles. Pressure built inside of his balls. Oh no. “I… I think I need a blanket. It’s cold.”

“You can follow us back to where we were sleeping,” Sango suggested. “It’s not that far. We won’t let anyone see you.”

Kagome dreaded the idea of leaving the hall, or worse, one of the villagers coming back in. He knew for a fact they were all waiting outside, wondering what the hell happened but too afraid to come back inside. “No… I… I can’t go out there. If they see me like this… They might freak out. They [i]will[/i] freak out.”

Sango cursed under her breath knowing that he had a point. She whipped her head towards the others. “Miroku, Inuyasha, go outside and tell the villagers that there’s a curse on Kagome and that they need to all go inside.”

“What if they don’t listen?” Miroku asked.

“Then [i]make[/i] them go inside,” Sango growled.

Inuyasha liked the idea. He gripped the handle of his sword. “You got it.” He darted for the exit while smiling back at Kagome. “Don’t worry, Kagome. We’re gonna fix this! Don’t you worry!” Then he and Miroku were gone.

“I’m going to get a blanket to help cover her up!” Shippo said before running after the other two.

That left Kagome and Sango alone in the expansive hall. What Shippo and Miroku had said earlier echoed in Kagome’s mind. They used ‘her’ to describe him, but that wasn’t accurate anymore, was it? He didn’t feel like a woman anymore, let alone look like one. Being a ‘he’ was much more appropriate, and yet Kagome could hardly wrap his head around it. This was while his penis was throbbing away between his legs, stiffening its way out into the open and threatening to become a full-blown erection. Kagome fought it hard, squeezing his legs tighter and clenching his hands into fists atop his junk.

Sango stood nearby, forlorn and unsure of what to do or say. Poor Kagome. “Do you want to sit down?” she asked quietly, if just to break the silence and to give Kagome something to respond to.

A trail of tears ran down from both eyes, shining on his robin egg cheeks. His eyes turned in her direction, but not his whole head. Looking at Sango directly would only further entice his arousal. “N-no, I’m fine.”

Sango misinterpreted his shyness as embarrassment. “Kagome, it’s OK. It’s not your fault. We’re gonna fix this, alright?”

[i]Her voice is so soft. I wonder what it would sound like with my dick down her throat.[/i] Kagome shook his head violently to rid himself of the thought. His long black hair whipped around his shoulders. “No! I mean, I know that. That’s… not the main issue right now.” [i]I want to tear that suit off her. Fuck her in the ass. Rearrange her guts. Make her scream.[/i] Kagome shook his head again, but the image of a nude Sango would not leave. His cock was totally hard now, demanding freedom from between his thighs so that it could stand out at its full glory.

“What is it?” Sango asked. She took a step forward, close enough for Kagome to smell her. He wondered what her pussy smelled like. He bet that it stank.

Freeing him from his perverted thoughts, if just for a moment, was Shippo bursting back into the hall with a blanket crumpled up in his little arms. “I got a blanket!” he announced proudly. “Inuyasha and Miroku have the villagers mostly rounded up in their homes. It looks like they’re too afraid to come out and try and do something to her, not while Inuyasha is around.”

That brought a pang of sadness.[i] They’re afraid of me, just like the incubus who did this to me. He probably had it done to him too. I wonder where he is now. I hope he’s OK.[/i] Shippo climbed on of the chairs opposite Kagome and passed the blanket to him. “Thanks, Shippo,” he said with a sniff. He wrapped it around his shoulders. It was heavenly soft and warm, just what he needed to help relax in his moment of turmoil.

[i]Boing![/i] His erect cock flew out from between his thighs the second his legs relaxed. It swung up and bounced into place with all its heroic girth and weight, scaring the hell out of Shippo who leapt back from the chair with a fluffed-out fox tail. Kagome’s foreskin had been peeled off the glans, revealing a dark blue dome whose fat slit drooled a glassy strand of precum. In the comforting cloak of the blanket, he looked down and saw his masculinity hurling forth like a tank cannon, subtly twitching in the wind.

The blanket couldn’t protect him from an icy shiver of delight rippling up his member and out through his loins. “Oh no… Ahhh… I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I… Ahhh…” The jittering in his thigh muscles wouldn’t stop. An accidental pulse of his cock muscle made his pole bounce and flick away a fleck of precum which glinted in the light before landing on the table. That strand of sex ichor loosened into a long spindle all the way to the floor. Further beats of his floor muscle brought forth surges of the liqueur now filling the hall with its metallic, fleshy smell. His balls weighed like lead. The bodies and bosoms of the women he’d seen with Inuyasha floated back into his mind. He wanted to run out and fuck them all. It was his first experience of that the incubus had gone through.

Sango made a timid approach. “Kagome? Are you alright?”

“Sango, I’d stay back,” warned Shippo. He knew what was about to happen.

Kagome’s jaw twitched. “I can’t… I can’t… I…” Before he knew it the blanket was falling off his shoulders to the floor, not having spent a full two minutes on him. Kagome widened his stance and dug his toes into the hardwood like he was ready to make a tackle. Both burly hands went to his pillar and choked it by the neck, one fist atop the other. Blood rushed into the cock helmet until it swelled and grew another shade of dark blue. Precum globbed out and made an audible plip on the floor. Kagome started to masturbate by thrusting his cock into his fists which stayed in place with white knuckles and bulging tendons.

[i]Ffp-ffp-ffp-ffp-ffp- [/i]

His dick made an effortless retreat through both hands, sinking to the thumb and lifting the foreskin all the way up until it knotted again. Then he would thrust hard, jamming his cock to the balls and sinking the pommel of his hand into his pubes. Breeding instincts hard coded into his male mind drove an effortless clench of his buttocks and hamstrings. Pleasure burned in his loins and in hidden layer of cockflesh bridging the gap between his backsack and hairy asshole. His abdomen was in a crunch with his dumb, slack-jawed expression of relief hovering just above. He moaned hideously. “[i]Huhhh… Huhhhh… Huhhhhh…[/i]”

Sango made a hasty retreat from that side of the table. A deeply blushing Shippo had turned away with his paws over his mouth. He didn’t take long to make a hasty retreat out of the hall where he wouldn’t have to listen to Kagome’s unruly grunts and whimpers in tempo with the smack of flesh and the drip of sex fluids. Sango thought to follow him but was too transfixed. Such a Herculean phallus could not possibly move so effortlessly nor produce so much precum, and yet here Kagome was jamming it forward at a dizzying pace with the table in front of him glazed in milky pre-nut like some Pollockian masterpiece. The smell was intoxicating, twitching her nostrils and scratching at her throat. The village women had shrieked and fled when they saw this. Sango couldn’t look away. She wanted to see the end.

Kagome was in too deep to notice Sango watching, but she was definitely on his mind. So was every woman Kagome had interacted with recently, their supple, nude bodies prostrate for him to fuck stupid. Women screaming his name, their cavities spasming around him in orgasmic fury, the rest clinging to him and begging to go next, begging for his seed.

Inuyasha came sprinting back into the hall. “Hey! Is everything-?”

“[i]HYUUUUUGGGHHHH~~~!!![/i]” Kagome launched one last thrust into her fists and with it the first rope of cum. It spewed forth with audible force, a tail of molten ivory that reached halfway across the hall and splatted on the floor hard enough to stretch across the hardwood like a bug on a windshield. The rest of his orgasm spilled forth with equal ferocity until weakening into loose streamers that spilled on the table in front of him. One hand was at the frenulum and jerking it mercilessly, ensuring every drop he had to spare would blow out.

Inuyasha had almost ran into the path of the first rope. It whizzed past him quickly enough to make him weave backwards and skirt to a stop. He balanced on the tips of his toes, waving his arms at his sides for as long as that seminal deluge came rocketing out in front of him. He was fortunate to have Miroku right behind him to grab him by the hair and yank him back. He stumbled backwards with his hands on his head. “[i]Yeowch![/i] Easy!”

Miroku let go. “Sorry for sparing you a rather gross and embarrassing accident.”

A softly blushing Inuyasha stood upright and fixed his hair. “Yeah, thanks, I guess, though you could’ve grabbed my robe instead.” His nose twitched then crinkled. He covered it with his hand. “Ugh, it reeks! How did-?” He was reminded of Kagome by the sight of him with that enormous pole in his hands, the last of his climax falling from the slit in a long, ugly ooze. Inuyasha, curmudgeon that he was, had the decency to remove his hand from his face. “I mean, uh… Shit.” Frankly, he had no idea what to say.

He had said enough already. In the wake of such a terrific nut was Kagome’s soul-crumpling shame of what he had done and what he’d become. His hands unclenched from around his pecker which slowly began to deflate back down to his legs. The aftermath of his self-pleasure was written across the hall like bright neon. The smell was equally appalling, coppery and with a hint of bleach. It was laden with the potential to breed as well as infect whoever was unfortunate to touch it. Inuyasha almost did. A chill throughout his skin reminded him that he was naked. Fighting back shameful tears, he squatted to pick up the blanket and wrap it around his shoulders again. It was warm, but he could still feel icy razors on his limpen pecker where it was glazed in precum.

“I’m sorry…” he said quietly, head hung low. “I’m sorry.”

The hall fell silent. Kagome thought he would stand there and wallow in misery for the rest of the night until a calm and friendly hand laid itself on his shoulder covered by the blanket. “Don’t you dare apologize.” Kagome opened her eyes and saw Sango there unfazed by his appearance and what he’d done. “You didn’t choose this. You can’t control it. There’s absolutely no shame in that, and we’re going to be by your side the entire time you’re like this and after we find a way to fix it.”

The tears fell from Kagome’s eyes, tickling the way down his cheeks. “You mean that?” he asked with a sniffle.

“You’re damn right she means it!” That was Inuyasha who came marching over, miraculously unbothered by almost getting blasted in cum. “You might’ve changed, but you’re still Kagome.”

“We’re not going to abandon you like the last incubus was,” chimed Miroku walking up beside Inuyasha. “You might have to fight some urges, but we’re not going to let you fight them alone.”

Just then Shippo peaked his little head back into the hall. “Is she done?” he asked right before spotting the great streak of batter that had been spewed across the floor. He saw everyone gathered around Kagome and came trotting over, a mild look of disgust on his face but still determined to see how his friend was. He leapt onto the table. “Everyone’s in their homes right now. They know not to come back here until we’re safe in bed, but we’re going to have to leave in the morning.”

A weeping Kagome sniffled and wiped his eyes. “That’s OK. I understand why they’d be afraid.”

“Yeah, well, they shouldn’t be,” said Inuyasha. “We took care of their incubus problem already. We can handle it if this one’s our friend.”

Sango patted Kagome’s shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed. We can figure out a way to reverse this tomorrow. In the meantime, you can share a cot with me.”

Kagome gave her an odd look. “But I already have a place to sleep.”

“Yeah, well… I don’t want you to sleep alone. It’s cold out. You should have someone else to heat you up.” Before Kagome could insist it wasn’t necessary, Sango dragged Kagome along towards the hall exit. The rest of the group followed, forming a tight ring around their friend who they swore to protect.

Kagome walked along in only his blanket, his fat and heavy pecker swinging between his legs like a pendulum. Walking through the doorway he noticed how much closer his head was to the top. Sango’s hand on his shoulder was already starting to generate another buzz. The lurid thoughts snuck back. [i]Maybe sharing a bed with her doesn’t sound so bad. I’ll make it worth her while.[/i] At the same time Kagome felt his balls starting to replenish their stock. A throb bit at his cock muscle.

But for now, he could ignore all of that. These were his friends, the people who cared about him and whom he cared about in turn. His transformation had been traumatic for all of them, but what kind of trauma had they not been through as a group already? Naraka was still out there. Kagome wasn’t about to let this stop their pursuit of him. On his way to the house where they were sleeping, Kagome walked with his head held high, a slight smile on his face, and a trail of droplets following him in the dirt.

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