The Hormoning Ch. 1: The gray savior.

BANG

Screams of panic, people rushing out of the scene.

At first, he didn’t notice his wound, running a red river on his stomach, it wasn’t until he tried to get away too that a sharp pain would shoot across his stomach as he tried to walk. Staring into the crowds of people, he saw him, wearing his black coat and hat as he put the gun back into his clothes.

Then he understood.

“Oh, so it’s finally time…”

Abe fell to the ground, his vision blurring. All he could see where vague shapes of the passersby, the screams were becoming muffled. His limbs began going numb as his body grew cold.

”STAY….ME….OP….OR EYES!”

By some play of chance, he was granted a few seconds of full consciousness. He saw a young man above him, his eyes letting out tears of panic. He could feel his hand on the back of his head and how his own hand wettened with blood while he held the wound.

“COME ON, TALK TO ME!” He heard the man say.

Using all of the strength left in him, he spoke.

“Have sex. My final message. Goodbye.”

With a smile, and one last vision of Japan’s future,

Shinzo Abe was dead.

~*~

The news were received with mixed feelings all over the world, the one thing most people had in common was confusion and intrigue. Japan’s former PM died in a relatively safe place, thus, gun violence was unexpected, moreover, the coroners found no trace of any kind of bullet, instead they found a sort of tunnel that began on his stomach and somehow changed its direction to aim straight at his heart in a perfect angle. The shooter’s identity was a complete mystery, no one saw anyone in the scene or the surrounding areas, at most they heard the gunshot. Trying to squeeze an answer out of some known political activists, interrogations were held, but none of them knew anything, “enhanced interrogation techniques” yielded no results either.

A man sat in his home, watching the news unfold just as the clock hit 9 pm. His wife was cooking dinner when a sudden rush of adrenaline took over her. The sizzle of the pan slowly died out, the man, thinking dinner was about to be ready, got up from his sofa just as he felt the weight of his wife falling over him.

“Tsumugi, you okay?” He asked, thinking his wife tripped.

She didn’t respond, instead, she hurriedly took off her clothes and exposed herself to her husband, looking at him lecherously and obscenely. The man’s shirt was practically ripped from him as he undid his pants in a hurry. It had been a while since his wife was this…excited, years maybe.

There she rode him on the couch until he came inside, and with his cum dripping between her legs, she went back to the kitchen and continued cooking while he caught his breath in ecstasy.

~*~

You were about to clock out. With your alarm telling you it was time to go home, you did everything in your power to do some overtime, until one of your bosses came around and saw you doing whatever mundane task you were currently performing.

“Anon.” He spoke to you.

“Yes?”

“It’s time to go home. You’re going to miss the bus.” He commanded.

“Y-Yes! I just need to…tidy up a bit.”

“Anon.” He repeated your name with a more dominant tone. “Company policy, you know how it gets after dark.”

“Y-Yeah.” You conceded with a solemn tone.

“Go, now.”

Like a puppy hiding its tail between its legs, you complied.

You went down the staircase, men hurried out left and right, pushing each other so they could reach the exit while you were lost in your own thoughts, among them, you found a little comment made by one of your coworkers.

“You’re being too sentimental in times where that just won’t float.”

He was right. Completely right. But fuck, how could you pull out of your own emotional masochism? She meant so much to you, and yet…

For now, all you had to distract yourself was your job. Going back to your empty apartment wasn’t the most tempting of choices, knowing you’d give in to your alcoholic tendencies while listening to sad music. Against your better judgement, you ran greater risks just to escape those lonely few hours before sleep.

As you reached the exit, you noticed the usual security guard wasn’t there, you could practically see some of your colleagues shiver as they saw that instead of him,

There was a woman.

You checked your phone. You’ve got time, not a lot, but it should be enough if this damn line hurries up. Jumping up and down in place fear began setting in. You controlled your breath the best you could. Soon enough it was your turn to show your bag and leave.

“Signature here.” The lady commanded you. You complied and opened your bag to show it carried nothing other than the tupper for your lunch and a hoodie for the cold winds.

You waited for the woman to dismiss you, but instead, she put her hand over yours. Adrenaline began shooting down your spine, your fight or flight instinct had kicked in at full gear.

“Anon, right?” She took off her glasses and brought one of the pins to her mouth. “Say, do you have anything to do tonight? My shifts almost over and I thought-“

“I have a wife, sorry.” You cut her off trying to get the hell out of there. As you were about to take your hand off the desk, she grabbed you by your wrist.

“She doesn’t need to know~” She spoke, giving you a libidinous stare.

“I really can’t, sorry, gotta go.” You pulled your arm away from her grip, she was stronger than she seemed.

You headed for the exit as she gave you an angry, needful glare. The change in temperature hurried you to put on your hoodie.

Quickly, you headed to the spot where the shuttle bus was supposed to be. Soon you should see the groups of people smoking, talking, checking their phones...

…only to find it completely empty.

Standing around a bit, praying it was just a bit late, you received a phone call, it was one of your coworkers.

“Anon, did you get a cab or something? You had me dead worried man.”

“A-A cab? I was supposed to get on the bus.”

“Oh god…” He replied bluntly. “Shit, do you have a way to get home? Maybe the driver will understand if we tell him that… What? Oh fuck. SHIT, SHIT SHI-!”

You heard screams of terror and a loud thump, he dropped his phone, but accidentally put it on speaker as he did. Now you could hear giggles, high pitched voices, moans and the shrilling laughs of someone who’s being undressed against his will.

You hung up. You had greater problems to deal with. Hopefully tomorrow you’d see him safe and sound. You took a deep breath, the cold wind digging deeply into your nostrils, filling your lungs with it and you let it out.

And began sprinting home.

~*~

A few more men walked in crowds in which you tried to blend in, you could hear the lustful laughs in the distance. All of you were like deer during hunting season. One of the guys next to you shakily took out a cigarette and tried repeatedly to turn it on, but his lighter wouldn’t yield a spark.

You took out one that you were carrying in your pocket and gave it to him. After a long, deep drag, he calmed his nerves and stretched his hand out to give you your lighter back.

“Ah, you can keep it.” You told him.

“Thanks.” He said as he took another drag. “You want one?” He offered you to take one out of his pack.

“No thanks, I don’t smoke.”

As the crowd became more dispersed, the group was ever shrinking, until the last guys suddenly disappeared and you found yourself all alone, nearing the train station. The last train home was about to leave. If you ran, you might make it, but just as you finished looking at your phone, a voice sent shrills down your spine.

“Hey there, young man~” A deep, slightly nasal voice pierced your ears. Your heart felt as if it was going to burst.

You turned around to see, a slightly chubby woman in sportsy clothes, under the streetlight you got a look at her face, purple hair, purple eyes, cat ears, and the most lecherous look you could imagine.

You gulped your fears and prepared for the worst. She approached you slowly with a sexy strut.

“I need some help to move a few things in my room, care to lend a hand? I’ll make it worth your while~”

Before you opened your mouth, she had already closed most of the distance between you two, you just didn’t notice out of fear. Snapping yourself back to reality, you put all your strength into your legs and ran blindly towards anywhere.

The woman gave chase, she was surprisingly fast for her size, you tried to lose her around corners and tipping over trash cans which she jumped over with ease. You found a fence that trapped you in an alleyway and did your best to climb over it, but your energy was spent. Pathetically, you tried to bring yourself over and failed miserably, your shoes slipping and your grip weakening, you fell facing the entrance of the alleyway.

It’s over. If you’re lucky, you’ll see the sunrise.

The woman found you, she got on all fours as she approached you.

“Eeeh~ Don’t be so mean~!” Her hands get a grip of your pants, she pulls them down along your underwear and licks her lips in expectancy, lowering her head slowly…

…before falling to the ground in one go, completely unconscious.

Your vision blurs, your heart keeps pumping blood at an exuberating rate, a dark figure walks towards you from the entrance of the alleyway, the front was completely obscured, while the contour was clearly visible from the lights from outside this death corridor, you could tell it was another woman from her shape, hips, breasts, long hair that reached down to her waist. From one predator to another, nothing has changed.

The mysterious figure lowers her slim arm, letting it fall to the side. Regaining your consciousness, you manage to spurt out one last plea.

“Are you ok-“

“I’M MARRIED PLEASE DON’T-!”

Her soft hand covers your mouth in an instant. She turns back to check if you caught anyone’s attention. As she checked if the coast was clear, she turns back to you, incredibly mad.

“Shut, up!” She demands in a muffled voice. “I’m trying to help you, now get up.”

You bring yourself up and almost trip, before remembering your pants were down to your ankles. You instinctively cover your manhood, the woman doesn’t seem to care.

“Hurry up.” She says as she heads for the entrance of the alleyway. Quickly, you pull your pants up and follow her. She peeked her head out to check the surroundings once more, she heard nothing.

“Alright, come out.”

You follow her onto the street, all you can see is her back. Her hair is gray like silver, but not the old kind, rather, it was as if that was her natural hair color, she wore black clothes, including a fur coat that she wore down to her elbows, one of her legs was milky white, while the other wore a half-torn pantyhose and…is that a tail? She’s one of those too then.

She turned back to face you, and you got a good look at her face.

Gray eyes, a somewhat shiny tone that expressed tiredness, her hair ran down to her cheeks, her mouth was open for a few seconds, and you got a glimpse of what you thought were fangs. A lioness and her prey. She eyed you with an annoyed expression. You shivered, thinking, she would force herself onto you right there and then. Noticing your fear, she decided to put you out of your panic.

“Don’t worry.” She said. “I’m asymptomatic.”

“Oh, c-cool.”

“Asymptomatic.” That word once had meaning to you. Once. How could you trust this woman? For all you knew, she was about to do to you just what the one in the alleyway planned to.

But her mannerisms, her controlled attitude, she seemed like someone you could believe, you wished for a little mental rest too, so you hoped she was telling the truth.

Suddenly, she grabbed your hand, and before you could panic, she brought her finger to her mouth in a “shh” gesture, she got a good look at your hand that wore a silver ring.

“You’re married…” She seemed lost in thought, eyeing your hand with great detail.

“Y-Yeah, so if you’d please...”

You heard her give you a hearty, non-malicious laugh.

“Ahahah! ‘Married’.” She said, before giving you a sly look. “This... is a chinese sweatshop ring, isn’t it?” Ouch, bullseye.

“Y-Yeah.” You admitted.

“You know no one’s gonna stop at the sight of this, right?” She let go of your hand. “Even if it was a real one, I mean.”

“I-I wear it as a good luck charm.” You spurted out.

“Oh, I see.” She laughed again. “Well, a young man such as yourself shouldn’t be out at this time, I doubt you don’t know that, so, what gives?”

“I missed the shuttle bus.” You spoke. “B-But I think something happened. One of my coworkers called me and…”

“Hmm, seems like your ring might bring good luck after all.” She spoke as she gave you a sweet smile.

“When you put it like that…yeah…” You looked at your hand, almost perplexed. “I think it does.”

You stood with her in the streetlight without saying a word for a few seconds, a yelling cat reminded you that danger still didn’t subside.

“Alright, I should get home. Thanks for-.”

“Hold on, I’ll give you a ride.”

“Oh, please I couldn’t trouble you any further.”

“If I don’t.” She said in a firm, demanding tone. “You might become another statistic. This isn’t an exactly safe part of town either.”

She was right, but regardless of that, you knew you shouldn’t get in the car with a stranger, much less a woman, yet, your heart was calming down, as if gently feeling a river wash over it. A gentle stream of peace.

“Alright, thanks, I guess.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You walked alongside her to where she said she parked her car, thinking a thousand different things and not a single concise one. Ah, perhaps if it’s with her, it won’t be that bad. Wait. What happened to…

“Uhm.” You said.

“Hm?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“Aight.”

You continued walking. Your morbid curiosity grew bigger by the second.

“Eh…”

“Yes?” She said with growing irritation.

“What did you do to the chick that was chasing me?”

She brought her hand to her side, and out of a holster, she pulled out a silver-colored gun with a long cannon.

“A-A-A gun?! You kill-“

“It’s a tranquilizer.”

“You walk around with a tranquilizer gun?”

“You don’t?” She said incredulously.

She didn’t holster the weapon, instead the stuck it out to you so you could see it. You looked into her silver eyes for her approval to take it, she nodded with a solemn look.

“Careful.”

“Yeah.”

It felt somewhat heavy, but the grip was nice. It shone under the moonlight and showed an engraving done in the handle.

“S.B.”

You aimed at the distance with one hand feeling like a cowboy.

“Careful.” She repeated herself. “What your trigger discipline.”

“My wha-.” You said, as you pulled the gun down a little too fast and accidentally shoot yourself in the leg. Soon it felt numb and light.

“Shit!” She screamed.

“Oh…oh I getit! “Trigger” deeseepleen!” You babbled as your vison darkened, and your body fell to the ground like a wet noodle.

~*~

Waking up, first you saw an unfamiliar ceiling, surrounded by sterile white walls, you found yourself on a hard bed, akin to a hospital one. Your clothes were neatly folded on a table by the side, except for your pants, and most likely your underwear. In your crotch, you felt the head of your penis sticking to the sheets. As your senses came back to you, you realized you most likely had been…

“Fuck.” You said, staring into your hands with a numb, bitter stare, you brought them to your face and sighed.

So much for purity, you guessed.

For a while you didn’t see anyone, alone in the strange room, you heard a notification coming from the side.

Your phone was, albeit low on charge, still there. You checked said notification, it was from your coworker who called you yesterday.

“Checking if you’re still here.”

You began typing slowly, as you realized your leg was still somewhat numb.

“Hey.”

He replied almost immediately.

“Holy shit. Good to know you’re still kicking.”

“I’ve got the luck of a 5 leafed clover.” You told him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You coming in?”

“I don’t think so.” You typed. “I don’t know where I am…”

“What.”

“I don’t know either, it’s a long story.” Remembering his muffled screams from yesterday, you asked him what happened.

“Nevermind me. What happened to you guys?”

“It was a trap…” He replied. “The bus stopped in the middle of the road, and a bunch of the front passengers turned out to be…”

“Oh…” You thought. “Is everyone okay?”

“Yes. Mostly, as least. Naoto got some severe scratch marks and Misato is gonna get an earful from his wife. We’re all taking a blood test this afternoon.”

So, everyone was ok. Great to know.

You heard footsteps coming from the corridor, heavy ones, as if the person was wearing boots.

“Gotta go, ttyl.”

Your mysterious savior entered the room and saw you wide awake, she let out a tired, but relieved sigh.

“There you are.”

“Uh…”

Pulling out a chair she sat beside you and eyed you with great detail.

“How are you feeling?”

“G-Good, actually, my leg’s a little bit sore, I guess.”

“Well, that figures.” She said. “You’re a lot lighter than you seem, so the sedative was a lot stronger than I expected.”

“H-How do you know?”

She closed her eyes, a slight smile brushed her face, a little snicker escaped her.

“Well, after you shot yourself.” She said pointing at your leg. “I had to carry you in my arms, and I knew you would’ve been in trouble if I didn’t bring you here as soon as I held you.”

Your face reddened hearing the woman speak, the thought of being carried in her arms was embarrassing you beyond belief, noticing how ashamed you were, she couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“Ahaha! Sorry, sorry, it’s just that it was really funny at first.” She said, seemingly hiding something from you. Perhaps it was for the better, perhaps it was the details of how she used your body for her leisure. Her expression became serious once more.

She didn’t seem to want to hurt you with her words, though, at most it was the same kind of laugh you’d get from seeing a kid swear.

“I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused you…” You said.

“It’s ok.” She said in a forcefully compassionate tone.

Finally, calming down, you had to ask her a thousand questions about your current situation, beginning with…

“D-Did you enjoy your time with me?”

“Eh?”

“Come on, you know what I mean.”

“Hmm, nope, I really don’t.”

Oh great, she can’t remember what happened either.

“Please… I don’t want to say it out loud.”

“I have no idea what “it” means, Anon.”

Anon? How does she know your name? Swallowing your scruples, you spoke loud and clear.

“When you fucked me!”

“Eh?!” Her cheeks became pink. “I didn’t… Why do you think that I-“

“Because my pants are missing and my cock is sore!”

The woman’s face became one of disgust, she brought her hand away from you, as if repulsed by you, in the blink of an eye, her hand gave you a slap on the face. Ouch! She hits hard.

Closing her eyes in indignance and pinching between them, she spoke to you in an angry, mocking tone.

“I didn’t… You…”

Your cheek was burning, a little tear popped from your eye as you heard her speak.

“When I got you in my car… and I drove you here…” She muttered. “You began talking about how much you wanted to have a dozen babies with a cute chick and came in your pants. I did not touch you!” She emphasized that last part.

Oh god. You wanted to die more than anything else. Maybe you should’ve let the cat chick have her way with you and hopefully you would have wound up dead in the morning by dehydration or possibly an STD.

The girl seemed pensive for a minute, her angry look suddenly turned to one of compassion. You were in shock, after all.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the sla-“But you weren’t in bed anymore, you stood by side of the bed with a sharp knife held by both of your hands aimed directly at your heart.

“I’m sorry.” You said amidst tears. “I’ll apologize with my life…”

“W-Where did you get that knife?!” She said as she took it off your hands. “Jesus…”

You looked as if you had lost all your will left to live. She took pity in you and guided you to bed once more.

“There, there, you’ll live it down.” She told you. “Hopefully.” She thought.

Back in your covers, you took deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“Sorry…”

“You should be, Anon.”

Once the guilt was mostly gone, you turned your attention to the girl once more. Right, if she truly was asymptomatic, then she must have a clear memory of everything. Your interrogation resumed after you finished praying the earth would swallow you whole.

“Excuse me, but, how do you know my name?”

“I found your ID.” She said. “Office worker, huh?”

“Yeah.”

A thick silence became present. That's right, you don't know her name yet.

“What’s your name?” You asked her.

“Bo-tan. Shishiro Botan.” She said bluntly.

Botan. Eh, it’s pretty.

“Alright, Botan.” You said. “Where am I?”

“Well, this is actually-.” Botan was cut off.

“Eureka!” A voice screamed from the hallways. “Botan-chan! I’ve done it!” Hurried steps could be heard from the hall, someone sprinting full speed, stopping, then hurrying to another room and stopping again.

“Botan? Where are you?”

“Over here.” Botan spoke into the hall.

A pink haired girl entered the room in a hurry, wearing a white coat and carrying some sort of vial with a white substance in it.

“I’ve finally found the cure for the hormoning!”

“That’s the sixth time you say you found it, Koyo-chan.”

“But this time I’m really, really sure!”

“This is also the sixth time you’re really, really sure.” Replied Botan, making finger gestures to mock her.

“Botan, don’t be so mean!”

“Hahah~!” She gave her a sly snicker.

And there you stood watching the two women converse, as the pink haired one turned her attention to you, her ears perked up as she saw you with a spark in her eyes and you tried to hide within your bed covers.

“You’re finally awake!”