I create a world of finite somethings

A little drunk. And sugar high. Thanks to birthday wishes, I'll be a hobbit and give something instead of receive.

Originally, I wrote the opening bit of Went Left Mind Flayers as a jokey present to Neir, who challenged me with doing something humorous and porn-flavored with Arihiko and Nanako. I was just gonna have him walk in on her watching tv, they'd banter, she ask about why Ciel and Shiki go out to fuck, it leading into Arihiko complaining about Shiki having all the luck, next thing he knows they're getting it on, he embarrasses himself by being a normal dude instead of an eroge protag and first not being able to get it up, then being a quick shot, but then having strange stamina...and then his sister walks in on him. It snowballed into what it is now. I'm not gonna include this in the normal story because it kinda ruins the half-serious tone going on, but I wrote this so my original promise to Neir would not be lost. Plugs into Arihiko and Nanako's second scene in chapter 7.

Becoming Meguca jokes on thread become funny and disturbing when I think of this.

NSFW, I have now written about two lolis and Akiha what the hell is wrong with me





“This place looks safe.”

The room Nanako had led them to was immediately obvious to be different than the otehrs. Unlike the mind-bending emptiness of the first floor or the creepy-classical decorations of the second, this room was calming, the air fresh, the décor present but mentally inoffensive. It still kept Arihiko on edge—after all, in horror films, this was where someone let their guard down only to get terrorized at the most inconvenient moment—but considering how it felt like his brain was melting everywhere else in the building, he could not help but feel his muscles go a little slack.

It looked like an observatory of some kind, or maybe a study. There was a large window that made up the vast majority of the exterior wall, though Arihiko could make out a dim, demonic glow outside like a strange force-field. There was only one seat in the place, settled behind a desk, while various bookshelves decorated the other walls. A telescope or something like one was just about the only other thing in the room.

“Yeah,” Nanako affirmed. “Probably one of the owner’s safe spots. I bet he can even come and go through here like a teleporter.”

Arihiko tensed right back up at that. “Then why is it ‘safe’?”

She looked up at him like he was an idiot. “You couldn’t tell from the rest of this place? Guy has to be unhinged.”

“Er…yeah, guess so.” It did explain why everything else seemed…like a really disturbing fun house. It did not explain why it was safe. “Ugh.” Regardless, he finally gave up on his survival instincts and let exhaustion take him instead, falling almost spread-eagle onto the carpeted floor.

Nanako sat up in the chair, hooves and hooves all together like a perched animal. “Sorry we lost track of the others.”

“No, I get it.” Arihiko ran his hands through his hair, realized he was flicking sweat out. He was more tired than he thought. “Not much we can do for ‘em in this state.”

The animal-spirit-girl-thing rocked in place. “That’s not exactly true, but you’re right that we’re not all ready.”

“Not sure what y’mean.”

“I’ve told you before that I’m a weapon.”

He snorted. “Right now, you look like a fuzzy-wuzzy.” Although it did occur to him that, from the tiny bit he had heard about horses, they could definitely kick or trample someone for a very bad day.

“The fact that you can see me so easily is kind of a miracle-like thing,” she continued like she had not heard him. “I mean, I can hide myself from people usually, but even when I try that, you still see me. Even though you aren’t like master, or master’s master.”

Arihiko managed a laugh despite himself, the thought of Ciel calling Shiki “master” was the strangest thing he’d heard yet.

“So, it might work for you. Well,” she put a hoof to her chin, “Maybe. I doubt you have master’s capacity. It might work once.”

“What would work once?”

The ghost-beast-girl-thing fixed him with a very even stare, completely unlike the otherwise carefree expression he was used to. “But in order to do so, we’re going to have to figure out a contract.”

“That sounds…like paperwork.” Arihiko made a face. “I hate paperwork.”

“Nothing like that.” Nanako looked apprehensive. “I think.”

Arihiko sat up, briefly looked around, then sighed. “What’s involved?”

“Usually it involves a ritual and exchange of vows,” she waved her hoof-hand at his dubious expression, “and establishing a channel so you can give me energy.”

Imagining a magic circle, the cutting of hands with strange knives, cauldrons, and old hags in robes, Arihiko thought the ritual part of that sounded ominous. Vows also sounded suspicious in a different sort of way. “I’m not sure…”

“I think we can just get away with the last part though.” Nanako nodded to herself. “You can already see me, which is what the first part is for. I can’t make vows myself, since if I became someone else’s, Master would probably be allowed to kill me then—” she looked serious as she said this, “—so we mostly need to do the last part. If I activate now, you probably wouldn’t be able to see me and I would not be able to talk with you for a while. That would be bad.”

Any other situation and he might have disagreed.

“If we had more time and a magician with us, there would probably be other ways to go about this. But now, I guess, the easiest thing to do would be for you to give me your semen.”

Arihiko was already nodding when she said that. “Wait, what?! Give you what?!”

“Semen. You know, the stuff that comes out of your penis when—”

“I KNOW WHAT IT IS!” he howled. Remembering their situation, he tried to consciously quiet himself. “What the hell, why the hell do you want that?”

Nanako looked thoughtful, even putting a hoof to her chin. “Master said it was like this: when two people have sex, it isn’t just the biology that gives birth. It’s the energy. Why else would creatures be able to prosper? They put spiritual energy into a third force. That’s why it’s sacred to the Church.” She shrugged. “We have to create this connection, right? So we’d have to put energy into that connection.”

He was not sure he followed most of that, but at the same time thought it somehow made a kind of sense that caused the uneasy feeling rising in his gut to recede. At least a bit. “Like…is that what you are? Those things in myth, like demons that stole people’s…stuff…in the middle of the night?”

“I’m not an incubator or succubus,” Nanako wrinkled her nose. “I’m as far from that kind of creature as you can get, so stop making that face.”

“But…so…you mean…” Now he was starting to really forget where they were. Instead, his thoughts wandered to any number of things from his favorite videos and mags. “Uh…”

Nanako rolled her eyes. She stood from the chair and, with one final look around the room, moved to sit uncomfortably close to him. “Geez, you sound like you’ve never imagined it with me before.”

The thought really had not occurred. But now he couldn’t help it. As much trouble as he gave her regarding the weird appearance she had, she still had very creamy-looking thighs and enough of a figure that her tight outfit was suddenly somehow a little provocative. Even a guy facing something strange and dangerous could not help but feel urges. In fact, the adrenaline running through him right now just served to help him feel anything more prominently. “So…like, really?”

“Yeah, and we’d probably better hurry. Who knows when the boss around here will get back.”

Still unsure as to what exactly they were doing, or why they were doing it, or whether or not he actually cared, or whether this meant like in a B-grade horror movie he was going to be offed right afterward, Arihiko merely stared at Nanako’s body as if he could find clues as to what to do now. Strangely, all of his previous ideas of sex were of no help—the circumstances porn stars did it under were easy, and awkwardness was overcome by the rules of the adult world. He was certain if he just grabbed her and mashed his face into hers, he would have nightmares about his own stupidity for years to come.

“No, really, we’d better hurry,” Nanako said. “Stop staring and come at me!”

Arihiko spun so his hands were on either side of her legs and he rammed his forehead into hers.

“Gyah!” The ghost-girl-beast-succubus fell back with hazy eyes. “What the—!”

“Shut up! Man, I can’t believe this is what we’re gonna do,” he complained. “Tohno gets someone on the level of Ciel-senpai and me, I get…I get…gah!” As if he had not just insulted the girl beneath him, his hands went to the zipper to her tunic and with a single tug pulled the garment wide open. She had just enough of a figure that it was really hard to tell how old she was supposed to appear—especially since she had not grown at all in the near-year he had known her.

Actually, he was confused as to how he was supposed to get her out of her clothes. They did not seem to have a logical way to come off: the tail got in the way of that.

“Geez, you’re too rough,” Nanako said, rubbing her forehead. “At least…heh…hee…”

His tongue played right along the edge of her kneesock—or was it a tall boot?—tickling the inside of her thigh until she was squirming beneath him. She hooked her legs around his shoulders as his touch circled around, as if trying to drive him further down and fully alleviate the tension he was causing.

“Hah, didn’t know…ticklish…” Nanako whispered.

When the redhead looked up at her, somehow, without him knowing it, she had gotten the bottom end of her—leotard thing? bodysuit? barding?—clothes off, nowhere to be seen, as if she had magically vanished them. It brought his nose precariously close to the part of a woman’s body that he was suddenly desperate to be inside. He almost threw his back out as he shot up and fiddled with his own clothing. Unzipped and unbuttoned in record time, he shoved his clothes the bare minimum required to be out of the way—

“Uh…”

Adrenaline was certainly helping with the desire. But—

“Um…”

Nanako was significantly shorter than he was. Even with her legs up in the air like they were, he struggled to figure out how he was supposed to move his body downward enough to fit into—

She reached down and his mind broke as her hooved hand touched her folds, spreading them open so he could see the inviting pinkish color within.

“Shut up,” he said, despite the fact that she had not said anything. He leaned downward, his legs going nearly straight back out behind him, and he felt the hot slickness touch his very tip—

It slid him right along her exposed skin, a warm and faintly slick sensation, and with his blood pumping and the sensation rushing to his head faster than a bullet train, he came early. White shot out over her stomach and spilled across the tiny mounds of her breasts, pooled in her belly button, and made an all-around mess.

He immediately wanted to roll over and die.

Nanako stared down at her own body while reaching up to take him into her touch—which, despite the horse appendage, felt more like a hand wrapping around him. “Don’t worry, sometimes Master and Shiki go three, four times…they take a while to get into synch with each other…”

He tried his best to not think about that, the embarrassing comparison and the thought of his friends’ sex life—

Spinning around in place so her legs and head switched places, Nanako licked the underside of Arihiko’s testicles, the very tip of her tongue teasing his most sensitive spot there.

—which was surprisingly easy.

“Iwtz awwety biw awain, swee?”

The girl’s hair flew into her face as her head bobbed between his legs, drool slipping down her chin as he hardened in her grasp. Unable to contain himself, he clutched at her head and thrust himself in deeper, reveling in the sensation of her tongue sliding along his length as he fucked her mouth. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of his mind, he was sure to be horrified as that feeling of tightness surged through his body again, slower this time, but just as insistent. Probably just as worrying was their situation, still, not ideal, at any time a ghost or goblin ready to pounce on them—but the rush was just too much.

Also, if he came again, he wasn’t sure he would have it in him to go again.

There was a slurping noise, something just too noisy to go unnoticed, quiet enough that it was still somehow cute, as the girl-spirit slipped her mouth completely clear before plunging back, and that was it. Arihiko rumbled deep in his chest as he came again, right down Nanako’s throat.

“Fuah,” she moaned, pulling herself clear, hoof-hand still pumping him. Her tongue slipped out between her lips to flick at his very tip and lap him up. “You’re terrible at this, ‘hiko-san.”

He shuddered in place, knees trying to dig deeper into the floor, but growled out, “And you suck.” He did not think about what he just said, instead slapping her touch away and pumping his body himself. Somehow, twice gone now, he was still hard and twitching, his senses all on overdrive: seeing spots, hearing white noise, feeling pinpricks up and down his body.

“Are you gonna put it in now? Because we really should hurry,” Nanako said. “And now I’m horny.”

Arihiko’s body refused to respond to his liking. He tried to move forward but instead pitched back, falling onto his elbows.

“Oh, me ride you?” Nanako beamed. “That’s funny. I never thought of that. Although that’s probably Master’s favorite position.” She moved above him, then spun around so her backside was facing him. Somewhere in all of this, she had removed her top, so now all he could see was her smooth, slender backside and the curve of her rear peeking out beneath her swishing tail. “Although she likes it up her butt.”

That statement made Arihiko’s cock twitch, standing briefly straight up into the air. Nanako grasped it before it fell back to his stomach, then slid herself down over him.

A very different sensation overwhelmed him, and he blacked out.



When Arihiko came to, he thought it might have been one strangely erotic hallucination that this not-fun house had subjected him to along with everything else. His clothes were completely back in place and it felt like waking from a long nap after a stressful morning.

The ceiling of the office they had escaped to greeted him, just as boringly normal as it had been before. There was a carpet to his back that made his neck itch. He tried to reach up to itch it.

He found there was an oppressive weight on his arm. A girl with hooves for hands lay on his shoulder.

Still, it could have been a very weird dream and nothing had actually happened—

“Mmm, ‘hiko-san, you’re suuuuu-peeee-shaaaail. Maybe your name should be seven…” she muttered in half-sleep.

“Wha?” What about seven? Special?








Implication: Arihiko is an endurance sex god and doesn't know it, thus never stealing limelight from Shiki. Canon maintained.