Lady Blue - A death by lemon

It was getting quite dark outside, Kinue waved to Sanae as she left.

"Huhn. It's getting kinda spooky in here. Even with the lights on."
She looked at the closing door. "Wonder where Kimie is?" Sanae
whistled a tune as she opened the locker. Not that she felt happy or
anything, but there was a sort of unease that hung in the air of the
locker room.

Sanae looked up from her locker when she heard a bucket tipp over
somewhere. "Kimie is that you?" She strained her ears, but there was
no responce. Not even a pindrop. "Oh well, must be my imagination."

The sportsbag quickly got filled with dirty clothes and slung over her
shoulder. "I guess that's it then." A quick look in the locker
confirmed that she hadn't forgotten anything.

She looked down at her wrist. "Where is she? It's not like her to be
this late." Sanae stopped halfway to the light-switch. She could feel
it in her stomach. Something was there with her.

"Hello? Anyone here?" She looked back and forth between the lockers.
"I'm just checking because I'm going to turn off the lights. Don't
want anyone to be left in the dark now. Hehe." She swallowed uneasily.
"Don't play any games now?"

But there was no one there. "Get a grip girl." She rubbed her palm
against her face. "You're getting stressed up about nothing. Kimie
would be rolling around on the floor if she saw me now." She frowned.
"So would Hiro-kun come to think of it." Sanae sighed heavily. "I
better stop this. Talking to myself is a bad habit. People might think
I was crazy." She giggled. "It's bad enough with my grades being in
the toilet. I don't need mom and dad to think I've lost my sanity as
well."

Sanae smiled as she flicked the switch. "At least I do well enough on
track. Not quite olympic material yet but I'm getting there. It's
funny how easy it is to push when it's fun."

She stood by the door, musing over the medals she might get. Then she
shook her head. "Kimie should be here by now." She pushed the door
open and was about to step out when something snaked around her
midsection, just beneath her breasts. "Kimie? Is that you? You
shouldn- mmphh!" Another something wrapped itself around her mouth.

Panic started to rise in her bossom. What's happening? The soft
tendrils of...  hair pulled her back to the middle of the locker room.
She struggled as much as she could, but it didn't matter. A hand
grabbed her breast and started to massage it, sending spikes of
pleasure to her spine.

No stop! She cried under the gagg. But the hand continued unhindered.
Sanae cried tears of frustration over her unability to fight her
attacker. Someone kissed her neck and she gave a muffled cry. The
second kiss, on the other side sent small waves of calm through her.

She tried shaking her head to get rid of the fogg that was building,
but it was no use. Whatever was wrapped around her head held on too
firmly to allow her any movement.

Slowly, heat began building in her neather regions. Her panties were
getting moist. She tried to think of cold showers and the track. But
thinking of cold just made her nipples stiffen and the track had so
many hot boys around for her to look at.

Another hand crawled in under her shirt, moving it further and further
up. Sanae closed her eyes and thought franticaly of schoolwork. She
had little concentration left. Work of any kind became a hazy dream
from another world. All that was left to her was the hands moving
about her stomach and breasts and the tongue that was licking her
backside.

Without thinking about it, she let herself drift down to the floor.
The hands started getting more bold. One snaked down to her panties,
pushing them back to allow access.

"Unh." The pleasure was getting more intense. She felt the need to get
out of her shirt, to help the hands. But her arms were still tied by
hair.

A wet aslmost slimey thing slid into her between her lower lips. In
and out, in and out. One of the hands was still fondling a breast, the
other was holding one of her legs.

"Ohh." She groaned. "It feels so goood." It was good. She could feel
the waves of pleasure pulsating through her from her slit. The tongue
moving in and out, in and out.

Suddenly something snapped. The hand by her breast squeezed hard and
she cried out. Then, then there was nothing. She felt her body cool
down as she left it. An ugly old crone sat between her legs. It was
hard to move anywhere, but she was drawn into the thing.

Her hair darkened until it was back to it's beautiful jet-black. She
was Fumaro, the vengeance against the Shikima. Her memories of Sanae
would fade for she had a purpose. She was purpose.

"Sanae? Aren't you finished changing yet?" The door creaked open.
"Sanae?" A shorthaired girl entered, with a curiously worried look.
Kimie? She'd finally come? "Come on, what's taking you?"

Kimie saw her and her old body. "What?" She stepped back. Panic
flashed in Kimies eyes. But instead of screaming she just fled. Brave,
beautiful Kimie. She sent out her hair, catching Kimies arms and neck.
"No!" She dragged Kimie to her.

Her friend looked frightened at her. How her face must have changed.
She smiled and kissed Kimies forehead. Alleviating some of her fears.
Then her cheek. Her hands settled on one of Kimies breasts and she
molded it slowly.

Kimie always liked kisses, so they kissed. Fumaro hadn't considered
herself a lesbian, but it felt so right. So satisfying, and she felt
so hungry. 

She started unbuttoning Kimies shirt, button by button. The bra came
off easily. The skirt and panties as well. Her other hand found it's
way between Kimies legs and she slid it up and down her friends slit.
Kimie gasped again and again as pleasure began to build. 

By now, her slit was moist and ready. "That's so good!" She cried out.
Fumaro smiled at her friend. "I'll give you even more pleasure." She
bit down on Kimies breast wich caused the girl to scream out her lust.
"Oh, yes!" 

Then she moved over, between the girls legs. Looking at them. "You
belong to me now." She bent down and started eating her meal.

In and out, in and out. Until something snapped.


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Authors Notes:I'm ready to throw up after this. It's a sad, sick thing
and it refused to leave my mind. (No, there's no gore. Just two
emaciated corpses for a puzzled police to investigate the next day.)

So I wrote this in the hopes that my demons would leave me alone for a
bit. It worked and yet, it didn't. I don't feel like writing this
anymore, wich is good. But it still won't leave my head.

The whole scene is actually from the first episode of Lady Blue, the
sequel to La blue girl. (Or Tv-series or something) Two of Miko Midos
friends (aquaintances) are attacked by what looks like the 'demon of
the week' except that this one is probably going to last the entire
season. (I added a whole lot)

As with anything Shikima, it involves sex. This is an anti-shikima
demon that apparently kills through sex. Eating up spiritual energy or
something. The person dies as a result. I really don't know why I had
Sanae become a part of Fumaro but it felt right somehow. Also, I
haven't seen any following episodes, so I guessed at the demons name.
I know the counterpart is Kyoshiro, but that's all.

Anyway. If you like it, tell me. If you didn't, tell me why. If you
want to send flames, please put the tag [Flame] in the subject field.
It allows me to sort them better. If you don't care, you won't have
read this far.

Thank you and good night.

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