Tainted Gestalt: Dreams

Keitaro was back in the baths at Hinata but something about the scene was off. His awareness of the oddness lasted only a moment before his attention became entirely arrested by Naru and Mitsune. They were standing in the water, their nude bodies exposed and pressed together as they- as they kissed and groped each other. What? They were lesbians?! Keitaro felt a guilty thrill of excitement shoot through him as he could do nothing but hungrily watch the lewd show. Then he saw his green haired girl form slip up out of the water behind them and enthusiastically join in on the fun.

Huh? What was his body doing over there and doing that?! And if it was over there, where was he?! He tried to look down at his body but his vision remained firmly focused on the action and in fact was panning around the moaning and writhing girls as if he were moving. What the hell was going on? Had his crazy situation changed again? Now he was disembodied entirely-a spirit or something? And who was controlling his body?

Suddenly the scene shifted, the participants abruptly changing positions as if Keitaro had missed out on the last few minutes. His female self was gone and there was someone new. A guy he recognized from the white space. He was sitting naked on the ledge of the bath with Naru and Mitsune licking his- Ahh! Keitaro wanted to look away but his vision remained beyond his control.

Keitaro was in a shadowed warehouse structure, plunging his dick into a woman on her hands and knees before him. She had dark skin and a bright silver pony tail that whipped about as she moaned and screamed as she slammed her ass back against him.

Then he was floating disembodied again this time in a very traditional home as that same guy was having vigorous sweaty sex with three naked girls laid splayed out on top of each other. He kept ramming his dick back and forth between them, the sisters apparently enjoying the experience tremendously despite the awkward positioning. Oddly a giant panda and a mustachioed man, Keitaro somehow knew was the girls’ father, stood nearby cheering.

Without warning the scene melted into another, the details altered but the action was much the same. The room was different and filled with people including an enormous ogre of a man with small horns sticking out of his head, his massive rotund form garishly decked out in tiger print. The boy (Ataru, was his name going by the chanting crowd) was doing only two girls this time, a brunette and a greenette respectively.

Keitaro was frantically pounding his dick into Moka’s pussy, her legs splayed around him as she held him close and cried passionately into his ear. They were on the ground and a discarded bike lay nearby. By this point Keitaro had no earthly idea what was going on and was far too turned on and captured by the moment to care. Actually, he felt really close-

Moka’s fangs bit into his throat but he only felt pleasure as his hips quaked and an orgasm exploded across his awareness.

As the aftershocks of his climax subsided so too did the fuzziness of the last few minutes and Keitaro found himself sitting in an unfamiliar bed. His hands were holding a wad of kleenex to his crotch- Oh! Ew! Oh God!

Woah. Oh. Not cool, man! Not cool! What’s gross is some other dude in my head when I’m taking care of business! Unless...you wouldn’t happen to be the chick would you? Cause that’s a whole ‘nother story...heh

Keitaro didn’t bother to respond, his very powerful need to be away from there fueling an abrupt return to his own body.

That oddly enough was lying on an unfamiliar pallet under a blanket in an unfamiliar room. It looked like Hinata though and this seemed to be his body-his male body. Oh. Ugh. His crotch was sticky with- Seriously? That just added another whole dimension of wrongness.

Keitaro cleaned himself up as best he could and slipped back into his clothes that had been neatly folded nearby. Heading towards the door, he heard voices and slowed, moving quietly to listen. He really wasn’t up for any new confrontations just yet and a little information about what was going on would be helpful.

“This is a male prohibited contract apartment. He shouldn’t be here.” the feminine voice was unfamiliar, youthful but rather stern.

A girl’s dormitory, Hinata?! Since when? Keitaro felt his depression return full ****. All of this crazy crap and now he didn’t have a place to live at all?! Why hadn’t grandma ever said anything?

“Sure, but she’s not really a boy. We showed you. Just add water and poof! Bye bye ding dong!” That was Mitsune’s cheery voice and Keitaro winced at the mental image that conjured.

A very young and excited voice interjected, “Mystical gender bender curse! Wee! Yea! Experimental Domination is a go!”

“Quiet, Su.” said a voice he recognized as Naru’s, “We can’t just kick her out. She’s scared and confused, as any of us would be if we were in her condition. Though for the sake of the rules, she should stay a girl which I’m sure is what she would want anyway, Kitsune!” Her tone changed to one of reprimand at the end.

A new female voice spoke up, this one small and hesitant, “I- I don’t mind if K-Keiko-san should stay...”

There was a sigh and the first voice spoke with resignation, “It is fine. However, the first transgression will be the last.”

Keitaro gulped heavily in response to that last bit but a sense of relief filled him. He was free to stay, at least for the time being. He couldn’t imagine what would have happened if he’d had to wander around town with his mind being constantly sent elsewhere. He needed time to sort things out and this nice quiet room seemed the perfect place to do it.

Now let’s just hope they leave me alone for-

There was a knock at the door which promptly began to open without waiting for a response.

Crap.