Fear Boner

After flying for... I don't know, 5 minutes (my head being cradled in her chest the whole time), we landed at what appeared to be a ruined city. Looking out of the balcony there were decaying buildings and abandoned cars. A gentle rain finished the scene in front of me. I hope she wasn't the one who did this. She took me into an incredibly elaborate love hotel-kind of room. I guess she had this prepared for if I had shown up in this universe. The room was a mixture of low reds and high hot pinks, several dressers and liquor cabinets lining the walls and the centerpiece of an enormous Alaskan King bed. Or whatever the equivalent of that was in this universe. 21 had been reading too much erotica.

She **** me onto the bed and... I wasn't looking forward to this.

First of all, the rift controls could absolutely not accept Android 21. The amount of energy she gives off can shatter the stars. I can't bring her home with me.

But... more importantly... "~hmmm hmmmhmmm!~" hummed a happy woman on the other side of the room. Smooth jazz began playing at a volume perfectly diffused for the space. 21 had reverted to her human form and was setting up the room for a good time. She was wearing her usual outfit, only without her lab coat. Heels, leggings, and a sleeveless shirt. She was quite attractive, but I was terrified of her. This is a woman who could rip me and this planet in half if she wanted to. This is a woman who has multiple personalities wherein one is a completely selfish hedonist.

How the hell am I supposed to tell her I need her to let me go?

While I had been ruminating on this, 21 began sashaying over to me with a bottle of what seemed like champagne and 2 glasses. She sat next to me, and before I could say anything **** her tongue into my throat. It was incredibly long, and carried with it an incredible strength. Pushing back against it with my own tongue felt like pushing against a brick wall. I hope she wasn't into femdom, because I wasn't and it didn't feel like I'd have much of a say in the matter.

21 recoiled back all of a sudden, "You taste wrong," she said, somewhat dejected, "This isn't fair."

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to stay on her good side... literally. 21 could turn people into literal candy. I don't like the fact that she's tasting me.

She looked grumpy, "I can finally be with Jason Starling after years of praying and hoping, and he tastes like that woman." She was clearly referring to Bulma.

"Well," I said, somewhat guiltily, "I can take a shower?" She perked up, and began nodding voraciously. I stood up to head to a simple door on the other side of the room. The faux-Turkish bath in front of me reminded me again this is a weird love hotel room, and the bathroom was just as built for sex as the actual bedroom. The shower was appropriately spacious as well, capable of accommodating multiple people screwing each other against the glass. The thought occurred to me that I might be doing that myself pretty soon here.

I turned on the shower, the cold water returning me to the present. Android 21 has kidnapped me. By all accounts, this is a bad situation. If she finds out that I have to leave her here, she may not respond well. Maybe she'll let me leave, maybe she'll attempt to forcefully keep me here, maybe she'll just flat-out kill me. However, I still have Bulma. No doubt she's making attempts to locate me right now. Maybe she can get one of the DBZ guys to come and thump 21's skull so Bulma and I can get to the probe. It had been maybe 10 minutes tops since I was in bed with Bulma. This was a wild ride.

Before I knew it, the water had heated up, and I was feeling similarly confident. At the same time, the shower door opened, and a human 21 entered wearing nothing but her glasses and a towel. She placed her glasses away from me, her brown, cascading hair layered over her shoulder. She looked at me with the corner of her eye and I thought her iris flashed red for a moment. I was naked, I was hot, and my heart was pumping out of fear already. It didn't take much to get me horny. Besides, there were worse ideas than sex to keep her happy.

She discarded her towel and revealed herself in her entirety to me. Porcelain skin, wonderful curves, large breasts, your standard lovely lovely woman. I took the initiative, grabbing her arm and forcing her to the wall wherein I began making out with her again. She was quite recipient, her tongue following my tongue's lead, "That... tastes better!" she said through rapid breaths. Her eyes turned red and her sclera turned black. Her skin turned pink and her hair turned white. A tail protruded from the small of her back and wrapped around me. Android 21 had properly revealed herself again.

I was terrified, but I didn't let it show. Before she could do anything I spun her around and bent her over. Her hands pressed against the wall of the shower, her butt positioned directly in front of me. I lifted her tail out of the way to line myself up, and pushed in. "Yes... finally...!" she said, her voice frying and cracking. Holding onto her tail while humping her was a bizarre feeling. It was kinky, I'll tell you that much. But feeling afraid during sex is kinda kinky itself. The white noise of the shower and the beating of the water against us created further atmosphere. All sorts of new emotions here. Her movements were impressive, too. She was twerking and milking me pretty well. It makes sense since she was kind of designed to be Gero's sex bot, but whatever I didn't want to think about that.

Regardless, I was approaching my first orgasm, and she had reached hers already. She stopped moving and slumped a bit, her mind catching up with the sensations. I pulled out and came on her back, watching it dance intermingle with the water hitting her back filled me with a strange sense of pride; power trip maybe? Christ, maybe Mitsuru is training me to be a dom. But while I was watching my cum wash off of her back, 21 stood up and looked at me with unrecognizable emotions.

"You... pulled out?" I wasn't sure what the right answer was, so I nodded, "I see. haha..." she began laughing, "I guess Bulma is good enough to cum inside but I'm not, is that it?"

Uh oh. Bad idea, Jason! "Uh, wait. 21, I-"

"You like her more than me! I bet you like other women more than me, too!" Her hair was starting to float, and there was a strange pressure in the shower. Is this ki? "I see it, now. YOU WEREN'T PLANNING TO BRING ME WITH YOU!" She pointed down to the floor and an energy ball appeared. "THEN I'LL KILL THAT WOMAN RIGHT N-"

I was suddenly somewhere else. I was looking down at... Bulma? "Hubby? what's wrong?" She asked. I was too terrified to give her a proper answer. I stood up, panicked, and looked around me. I was definitely in Bulma's bedroom, back at Capsule Corp. Why? "Jason, talk to me, you look terrified!" The blue-haired woman asked again. I opened my phone. It was around 2:40.

I understood now. Takane had used her power back home. She saved me, probably on accident. But I wasn't going to let this chance go to waste. "Bulma, get dressed. Pack everything you need in the next 10 minutes." She was confused and just as scared. She had already gotten off but seeing me go from horny to this was quite a shock, I imagine. She got up and proceeded to follow my orders, but was dissatisfied with my explanation. As we got dressed I explained, "Android 21 is on her way here to come take me. When she learns the probe can't handle her she blows up this planet. We need to leave before she arrives."

Her eyes got big, and she went into third gear. I told her she could get clothes on my Earth, so only take her tools. She grabbed a few toolkits, each filled to the brim with capsules likely containing shrunken versions of her real tools. I hoped the Probe could handle them but it was too late for second guesses. 21 had already killed me once. She ordered a robot to bring the probe here to save us time to travel to it. Bulma took stock, and seemed ready.

The proximity alarm from before sounded off. "She's almost here," I said. I took a couple of Bulma's toolboxes and sat on the probe. Bulma sat next to me with the same. I held her hand, and after agonizing seconds of waiting, the probe was pulled back home.

Moments later, a pink woman entered Capsule Corp. She felt a tugging in her soul that the thing she wanted most was here. She could FEEL Jason Starling, her harem hero. She scowled. Harem Hero. Why would he need anyone but her? She could eat all of his other women and become them if she wanted. A harem of just her, that's what Jason really wanted; he just didn't know it yet.

And yet when she arrived at Bulma's home, Android 21 hadn't found either of them. She found a torn-up room and disheveled bedsheets. 21 frowned. She must have been mistaken. Her Harem Hero wouldn't have just left her here, after all.

21 was dissatisfied. She went to go make some candy.