User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Kejourou Repter

I turn to my friends and we gather around.

"I'm not taking a spider chick. What if she eats me?" One says.

"What about the snake? I'm not big on getting crushed and bitten." The second takes a fearful glance at the girls.

"Anyone else think the fox is sexy?" The third asks, getting a frustrated glance from the rest of us. "What? I'm serious." Sighing I ask if the idiot who brought the game should get last choice. With a three to one vote it's decided. Since one of my friends has already made his choice known, he can go nuts with them.

I decide to pick next, going for the chick with the long, somewhat unnerving hair. I then look to my third friend, who hangs his head.

"Poisonous legs, or poisonous tail, great options..." Looking over his shoulder he takes a look at the two, all four give him a pleasant wave. He nervously waves back.

"Ah, screw it. You get the spider. I hope she eats you." He eventually said, and we all nod, turning back to our chosen partners.

"Soo..." My friend with the fox begins. "What's a foxy girl like you doing running a place like this?" We all groan, and I facepalm. The girl, however, laughs and gives him her name. My other two friends, particularly the one with the spider girl, are much more nervous with their partners. I look at my own partner, and introduce myself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"A pleasure, I'm Lin. You're not from around here, are you. Are you refugees from the Order?" She asks, looking at my nervous friends. Not knowing what the hell the 'Order' is, I decide not to start digging a hole and just tell her we're travellers who are here first time.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Oh, that must be wonderful." I feel something wrapping around my wrist, and looking down I'm shocked to see a lock of silky black hair wrapping itself around my wrist. She notices my shock and lets out a rich laugh.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Oh, I'm sorry, I swear, sometimes it feels like this has a mind of its own." I nod slowly. Great, I think, this one has magic hair. When I voice my surprise she appears even more surprised.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Haven't you ever met a kejourou before?" I shake my head, never having  heard  of a kejourou before. "Well, you're in for a treat." She says, more of her hair wrapping around me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"How would you like to find out just how much I can do with my hair?" She says, the sensual tone of her voice deepening. Hoping that woman with the white hair who greeted us meant it when she said these girls just wanted love, I look to my friends, and give them a wave, before letting the woman lead me away.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She leads me to a room at the back of the inn, not letting go of me as her hair opens the door for us. We enter what appears to be a very basic bedroom, with a set of simple wooden drawers, a bedside table with a candle and incense stand on it. The bed was perhaps the only thing of note, being clearly a quality piece of furniture.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Lin took a stick from the incense bowl and lit it, then placed it back into the bowl, which began giving off a hazy pink smoke. Taking a deep breath, she turned to me, shedding the kimono she was wearing. I froze when I realised she was completely devoid of underwear. She smiled sensuously at me, laying down on the bed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Come, I'm soooo ready for it." She moaned, taking another deep breath. I start feeling my head grow hazy, shedding my clothes and climbing in on top of her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Take me." She whispered into my ear. "Take me and make me cry your name." Not needing to be told twice I grab her by the hips and kiss her passionately. I have no idea of time, as everything else disappears from my mind, the pink haze filling the room and my head. I have no idea how many times we did it back to back, but I know I never had that kind of stamina before.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">While I don't recall going to sleep, I certainly remember waking up. I was spooning her, though her hair was wrapped around my entire body. The pink smoke from the bowl had ceased, but I could feel that my dick was still inside her, and still rock hard. How the hell did that even happen.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Mmm..." Lin wriggles deeper into me, then lets out a happy gasp. "I didn't think you'd be able to go again after last night." I express my own surprise at having another round in me. We go once more before getting dressed, and when we leave I find all my friends sitting around a table. They greet me with a cheer, the one who was with the spider girl looking much more worn out than the rest of us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I hate you guys." He said quietly, as the rest of us were talking about the night before. "I got tied up, bitten and used. I feel like a piece of meat for that crazy chick to have. Then this morning she's all lovey dovey with me. It's fuckin' weird." He whines.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Hey, at least you got to sleep. I swear that fox is insatiable." He didn't look in the least unhappy with the situation though.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I'm glad most of you enjoyed your night here." A familiar voice whispers from behind me. We all turn to see the woman who greeted us when we came to this world, except she's wearing a tightly pulled robe that hides her hair.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You!" The one who got the spider shot out of his seat. "You said they'd help us get home. Not fuck us senseless all night." She gave a trilling laugh at his outrage.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Oh, simple little man. They did help you. They love you all, and now I give you your choice. Go home, and leave these girls broken hearted and alone again, or stay and be with them for the rest of your lives." We looked at each other, finally understanding the catch to her deal. Three of us sighed, nodding in agreement. We'll stay. Our fourth friend, who found the game in the first place is still angry though.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You can stay if you want, but I'm going the fuck back home." The woman nodded, and with a flick of the wrist, our friend was gone.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I hope you are all happy. May you have long and pleasurable lives." She then vanishes as quickly as she came. We all look at each other.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"So, how do we tell the joro gumo that she got the asshole of the group?" One of my friends asks.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Um, who?" The other asks.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"The spider girl. I was talking to the lamia last night and she told me that she was a joro gumo. Oh, in case she didn't mention, you got an inari, by the by." I smile, glad someone got some information before losing his mind.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">We spend the day consoling the poor spider girl, trying to cheer her up that there'll be more. We then celebrate our new lives, inn owners in a strange ass world filled with strange ass women.