Pinky Rode Murderface On The Plane

| Pinky Rode Murderface On The Plane |


You were Matsuda Chiaki, a sober, exhausted magical girl, and you were enroute back to Japan; Mitakihara to be exact. The mission was, more or less, a success; you made it back in one piece, but things got... confusing for a while there. So confusing that you required help from your junior to remember who you were. Your junior, Midori Hanagawa, who was sleeping in a seat nearby, head lolling to the side, a blank but at peace face plastered on. A part of you was envious.

In fact you had been sleeping too, but something made you wake up. Something that you weren't able to figure out.

You stared out the window, where your twin could be seen with its altered eyes staring back at you. That would take some time getting used to, and if amnesia strikes, they would bring up all sorts of questions.

A wistful sigh escaped your nostrils. Why did you even try living? You were an incrediably fucked up person that didn't deserve the most precious gift of all. Relationships around you withered, you harmed people inadvartently, and somehow you make it through all the firefights while your coworkers died.

You needed a drink, badly.

You needed a smoke, badly.

You needed to indulge in some vice as a way to lick your wound, to make better your mood.

Settling into deeper and deeper moods of self loathing and how I wish's, the airplane, replete with your junior, and the clouds outside, vanished subtly, replaced with what you did remember. Such was the deepness of your mood that you barely noticed the clanking of your shield, the vibrations moving through your arm, until it became unnerving. Truly, it was becoming worrisome whether or not the shield would destroy itself, or your arm would break, in an attempt to get your attention.

Did... did Pinky want your attention that badly?

Should you really indulge in the pink abomination's needs?

You should, since she would, at this rate, destroy the shield and your arm with it.

With reluctent and anxious hand you touched the shield, the moment contact was established, the shield went still. You didn't like that. Taking a deep breathe, you turned the shield, casting the world into two hundred and fifty-six shades of grey, a sneering Pinky stooped before you. She looked irritable, although that went away as soon as you saw her. You felt a coolness radiating off of her hand, which touched yours on the shield. She blinked, immediately changing her expression to one she knew you would find more pleasing; the effect still sending a chill down your spine.

"Ho-mur-a-cha~n." She sing song to you, getting uncomfortably close to you. You were too tired for this shit, but you could only back up so far in your chair.

"Pinky." You murmured, eyes narrow, "what do you want?"

Pinky's face went from shock to mock-pout, a taloned, gory finger swirling cutesy circles on your thigh, the sensation sending buckets of ice through your nervous system. "What's with the tone, Homura-chan? Can't I stop by for a social visit?"

"Cut the shit, you nearly ripped my arm off. What is it that you-"

"I like your new eyes." That took you off guard. She was unflinchingly looking at you with a sly smile. Widening your eyes, you simply stared back at her, seeing yourself in Pinky's pitch blackness. In each eye you saw your heart admist perpetual blackness, your own face staring back with the same look. They carried a message to you: I'll take more than just your heart!

That unnerved you.

You managed to force your gaze away from her own damned visage, focusing on the window itself. Pinky maneuvered closely, eyes narrowing until slits, a slasher's smile drawing on her face. "They remind me of Kharn's, but I like your's more." You felt, and saw, her claws clutching, no, caressing your face and shoulders; like a black widow spinning her web around her caught prey.

The world shrunk -- Pinky's presence doing God's work in that regard -- as she got familiar with you with her hands and eyes.

You felt caught, your skin crawling with goosebumps.

She continued. "Your eyes harbor more of a, oh what's the phrase... ah yes, damned idealism, something that you would read in a two cent pulp novel. Kharn's never did. She was a predator, but you, Homura-chan, you're a different breed altogether." Her voice curled out in a chuckle, tickling your neck and raising the skin. She was right on top of you, and you couldn't stand it. Grotesque horror or not, you weren't in the mood to deal with her in a manner that would leave you unscatched.

You whipped your face to snap a one liner at her, but felt her claws dig into your face, her face scant inches from your own. The one liner died on Pinky's lips as she kissed you.

You were flat-footed as the gumshoes of yore, the eldritch abomination actually making out with you on the plane. Her lips moved with a will, corrupting and tingling your own as they trembled. You couldn't close your eyes, she couldn't open them further than slits, little loopholes holding back the arrows of death. She held it for years before breaking away.

"Don't... toy with me." You snarled through your teeth, heart thumping heavily against your ribcage, still feeling her lips on your own. The Pinkette grinned ear to ear, a claw trailing down your jawbone.

"Oh, Homura-chan, I have yet to start toying with you~" She said with a giggle. Before you could do much to retaliate, she swooped in for another kiss, this time her hand beelining for your crotch. Your hands shot up to deflect her attack, but she proved to be mightier than you, easily latching on. As you two fought one another's lips, you felt her hand rubbing your privates with increasing friction and heat, your body was slowly awakening to it.

Your body was betraying you and you hated it for that.

You kept prying her off, but she wasn't budging. Soon, you realized, your strength was draining bit by bit, and it was all going down to your crotch. Pinky's eyes cackled with glee, her hand intensifying the rubbing. A small sun was building and solidifying itself in your groin.

With enough persistence, you managed to break the kiss, panting with jagged breath, hate flashing in your eyes. "What the hell are you doing to me?"

Pinky merely grinned at you. She ripped your skirt and with a claw she tore through your pantyhose then through your panties, revealing what she had done.

A lump of flesh grew from between your nether lips like a plant to sunlight, up your belly until sprouting the one beautiful thing of all flowers: the red-pink head.

Your heart went thud.

Wasting no time, Pinky's nails raked your shaft up to the tip with feathery lightness, your body erupting into a mass of shivers, ending with your nipples tightening painfully. Without resistence, you let out a gasp.

"Oh my, Homura-chan is very sensitive~" Purred the pinkette, pleased as punch, her cool, bloody fingers curling around your heated dick, giving it a few practice pumps. Both of you watched the succulent skin stretch over the muscle underneath, over and under your mushroom tip; you horrified with the show while Pinky flushed. A bothered sigh escaping her lips, Pinky started to drool. "Ahhh.... Homura-chan's dick is so pretty."

That felt way too good. Your heart was thrilled with the sensation. "S-stop, now, Pinky."

Pinky ignored you, pumping you three more times. She grew more serious, her thumb rubbing your head in circular motions, working you over. You grew harder.

The way you felt your dick was empowering, terrifying you as well as thrilling you. A mixture of emotions rose up, confusing you. But one thing was obvious: you wanted to feel more, and with Pinky becoming easier on the eyes, you wanted her to show you more.

"Eager, huh?" She giggled again, the sly smile taking over her lips as her fingers wrapped around your shaft. It was an achingly agonizing torture, your penis pulsating inside her grip. Not taking her eyes away from yours, she began to stroke you with a casual up and down motion, keeping count on your twitches and moans.

Your faces enticed the daemonic entity, her eyes crinkling in joy, lips twisting as well as dancing. Like a naive child, you really couldn't fight these new sensations, and since time was frozen, you were at her mercy.

With ragged breathes came out low groans of torture and pleasure, her gift to you fully functional; much to your chagrin. You watched with morbid curiousity at how the skin of the shaft slid underneath Pinky's bloodstained hand. Against your better judgment, you felt your body relax, slide down the chair into a more comfortable position.

"That's right, Homura-chan, that's right, relax, take it easy, I want to hel--- toy with you." She purred out encouragements, grinning. "I will make your soul dirty with what I have planned."

"I hate you." You growled out between pants and sighs, gradually getting worked into a state of arousal. In your mind you heard her plainly state 'I love you', a force that hollowed your insides out, that left you feeling like you got slammed against concrete from ten stories up. You almost wanted to ask her why.

Almost.

Precum pooled at your tip in short order, thanks to Pinky's administrations. Apparently she even ramped up your libido, making this all the easier for her. Now that it was done growing and hardening, it felt like a brickhouse between your legs. It was so damn hard, you thought, it felt wrong to have it. And hot, as if all the entropy in the universe were being soaked into the spongy tissue.

Your eyes strayed from your dick - what a concept - to Pinky's face. Her cheeks were flushed, the eyes half lidded, a faint rosy smile on her lips. Even she was growing aroused, her breathing coming in hot. You hear her murmur 'Ahh, Homura-chan's dick...', generating another shiver from you.

Pinky bought herself a front row seat to your dick, fitting nicely between your stretched legs, eyes square on the prize.

Inside those orbs of decay you saw lust twisting around itself like a vine, withering away but persisting underneath the brutal sun. Her breathe enveloped your groin just as surely as her domination did to you, and soon, her lips parted, wrapping themselves around the tip, at first, before gradually going down your shaft. You shivered, feeling the warmth of her mouth around your prick, a sensation unlike any other.

Her teeth scrap the skin, your hip muscles clinching in anticipation of the pain, but her tongue, deftly so, assuaged the worries away. Soon, the pink horror had enveloped half of your prick, and began to bob her face on it. At first her eyes were on your groin, then changed position as they stared up at you, with mirth overflowing from them. You bit your bottom lip, a flush spreading across your cheeks.

Her mouth felt pretty good, and she treated you right, if you could trust your new set of senses, until the moment when you had to climax.

You felt a force building up. An urgent force, screaming at you that your dick is about to explode. You had to warn Pinky.

"I... I'm cumming?!" Your voice didn't sound right to your ears, hitching in arousal that you weren't accustomed to.

Pinky pulled away from you. "Go ahead, Homur-" She stopped in mid sentence as a rope of white cum shot out, eyes widening as it splattered across a portion of her face and hair. Your vision blurred, your legs twitching as your body seized. Grunts fell from your mouth like a waterfall, watching as you painted Pinky. She scooted to the side to escape the bulk of your orgasm, but was pumping what she could out, letting it stain the row of seats in front of you.

After you tappered off, she grinned shark teeth at you.

A hot sigh slipped past your lips.

Pinky stood up, a partly stained hand undoing her own undergarmet. She started to position herself on you, giving you a chance to see, under the myraid of ruffles that her skirt possessed, the heretical abyss that was her pussy, drooling black corrupted beads of lewd juices that thrilled the portions of skin they fell onto. She stradled you, keeping her eyes on yours, like the predator that she was, while you stared back like the prey you were, freshly caught and soon to be wildly enjoyed.

That orgasm took the fight out of you, and to be frank, you had given up even before then.

She lowered herself onto you, a hand guiding your tip between those tempting lips, and soon, you felt the inside of Pinky's pussy. It was so hot, and warm, and moist, and tight! All these new stimuli shooting up to your brain, overloading it, a groan that only a cement mixer could produce escaping your lips. Your eyes widen, rolling up to stare past Pinky's face to the ceiling. It was a truly wonderous feeling; Pinky's nude legs rubbing up against your stockings, her appreciable weight settling on your lap, her walls surrounding your sensitive prick. You felt connected to her, it was so terrifying and horrible that this connection felt so good.

A savage thrill shocked your heart, speaking dark heresy into your ear: You should - would, plow Pinky for days like this.

Oh yes, a thought sounded beyond the fog of pleasure, you had someone else with you, didn't you?

Going from Pinky to the seat next to you, you spotted Midori in grey cast slumbering peacefully away, with naught a care in the world.

Pinky growled out, talons sinking into your face, forcing you to twist back to her.

"Look only at me, Homura-chan!! Only I exist in your eyes!" You knew she would rip your face off. Your instincts were warning you to not test her bluff. You didn't want to anyway. You simply nodded, as much as you could, keeping eye contact.

Pinky watched you, and when she was satisfied, stopped gripping your face, soothing hands rubbing soon after. "You make such cute faces, Homura-chan. I wonder what other faces you'll make..." She giggled, a cue.

You felt her muscles tighten around your lap, Pinky's body lifting up on your dick, her fleshy walls dragging past your tip like a vice. The third plunge back down caused you to moan out loud. She giggled, and rode you, hands gripping your shoulder, a love struck expression on her face.

You kept your eyes only on Pinky, only on her body. Her bouncing body, one cruelly wrapped up in a candy wrapper. You wanted to see more, and so, reaching out, with a ripping sound that echoed across the stygian gulf, you tore her dress off, parts falling to the floor in a mess. Pinky's nude body was open to you, scantily clad in a past girl's dreams.

Pinky gasped quietly, a shy, affectionate smile shaping her lips. You never appreciated, truly, Pinky's body. Watching her bounce, her body, being trim and with little fat, still had a mesmorizing bounce to it, one that drew your eyes to her girly curves and petite breasts.  You felt the tautness of her skin, smelled her unique scent, and with each ride, got a sick joy in feeling her body in motion. Even sicker, you paid close attention to how you felt inside her.

Pinky, in all her love, was giving you a unique experience, one that would be hard to forget, you thought.

Pinky's voice became huskier from passion, her moans coming out more and more. You noticed she was going faster, getting rougher with you, her insides pinching closer to your skin. Your cock would melt and explode inside her at this rate. There was too much stimulation, too much friction, too much for you to focus on.

All the while she kept you under her vision, staring, unblinkingly at times, at your expressions. Many of which delighted her perversity. You should give her something to be delighted over, a thought stated in your mind. You're already committed after all. You decided you would give her something to be delighted over.

You laid your hands on her attractive hips, rubbing them with each rise and fall, putting more pressure behind your fingers on them, until you were helping her ride you. She knew you were now on the same page as her, that the two of you were making love, and so, leaned forward, pressing herself on you. Her arms slithered around your neck, gliding past your shoulders and down past your back, her talons digging in. The small focal points of pain enhanced the whole experience.

Your lips sucked a perky nipple in, tongue prodding and licking the pink stub. Pinky gasped into your ear, clear as a bell's tinkle. You licked and kissed both her nipples, her breasts, her chest, letting her sweet aroma permeate your senses.

You were about to cum, you were past the point of no return. Soon you would be shooting your honest feelings into her like a rail cannon. Pinky and you moved as one, rising, falling, thrusting, pulling. Without thought your lips went upward, laying down supressing fire past her cleavage, past her clavicles, up her neck and past her chin, until Pinky drew into the kiss. Both your breathes were hot and quick, sharing the same air between lustful embraces.

Your tip tingled like a tv screen, the peak of your endurance. Instinct dictated your actions as you held her tightly down against you, a guttural grunt signaling your orgasm. Pinky understood, feeling the twitches of your dick deep inside her, breaking away from the kiss.

"Go on, Homura-chan, fill my womb." Was all the encouragement she got out before you began to fire your seed into her. The intensity of the pleasure slammed into you like a dump truck, wrecking your frail senses and mingling them up. Pinky shivered, goosebumps erupting on her skin. She leaned backward, anchored by your death grip, arms crossed under her modest size --- framing them, a distant thought echoed --- reveling in the fruits of her labor. You were just along for the ride.

You emptied yourself in her, the pinkette grinning in triumph down at you, her dark eyes narrowing with delight. When you came down from cloud nine, your heart raced against your ribs, your throat suddenly dry. A hollowness spread in you from your groin.

"Mmm, that was incredible, Homura-chan. I've always wanted to do that to you." Pinky sing-song to you, your dick still wedged inside her. She hadn't moved. "Could we try it again sometime?" A bloody talon stroked your temple, down to your cheek, an actual warm smile spread across her face.

You wanted to reply, but instead, you felt yourself growing more tired the more her talon dragged. Her smile only deepened. "No need for words, Homura-chan, and no need for worry, I can already read what's in your heart."

With that, you fell asleep.