0 comments/ 6404 views/ 0 favorites Coco Dynamo Ch. 01 By: therealultimatedarkone Ben was laying in bed with his lover. They had finished a grinding, heavy-petting-filled, make-out session which turned into a nap. He was in his underwear, she had on a pink thong with a little bunny on the front and candy striped stockings, alternating white and red bands covering her shapely legs almost to her pelvis. She woke soon after he did and pressed against him, her D-sized breasts giggled and mooshed into him. He looked deeply into her cat eyes and kissed her full lips. She sighed and returned his kiss, their tongues swirled together as they embraced. He ran his hands up-and-down her shapely form, exploring the nooks, vectors, mountains, ridges, and valleys of her back, butt, and legs. He smiled and said, "how did I get so lucky to have you curled in bed with me?" She knew he'd ask this, it was the question they asked each other every now-and-then. Neither of them had doubts of the relationship, but this made for average-to-good pillow talk. "Let's review," she said, "you don't rage that much, you don't yell at me, you're gentle, open-minded, and you don't hit me, unless I ask you too. And why are you with me?" She said this, pressing herself against him harder, arching her back and thrusting her breasts up and together, forming a round arch of cleavage. He just smiled and kissed her right there. When he moved down, his head cleared her view of the clock on the nightstand. It was 1PM. "Crap! It's one already!" she exclaimed. "Huh-wha," he turned around and looked, "well, guess we should get moving then." They'd driven for almost six hours to get here for a convention, a gathering of various types of nerds, punks, otakus, and costumers. Coco Dynamo and Ben White were nerds, punks, otakus, and costumers, and Coco had a growing fanbase of nerds, punks, otakus, and costumers. She didn't have the following to get a signage and a table so she could autograph things in comfort, but the fans were loyal and enjoyed contact with her, mostly because she was a gorgeous Amerasian girl, usually in a latex outfit. But she was also becoming known for her rumored adventures with Ben, including public adventures, internet adventures, and private adventures. She and Ben also enjoyed conventions in general, so they drove here. It was a business-ish vacation, an attempt for Ben to make creative contacts, and give Coco public exposure. They reluctantly crawled out of bed to get dressed. "So, you're going as a puritan again this time?" she baited. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the strap of her panties, yanking them up hard, causing a yelp to come out of her throat. "I'll show you Puritan," he exclaimed, pulling her against him, both of them laughing. "Ok, ok," she said, pushing him back, "we'll save it for later," she eyed him through squinting, sultry eyes, giving him a promise. Coco changed in the bed room of the hotel room and Ben changed in the living room. Ben was dressing in all black, a refined suit of sorts. Black slacks, black, button-down, collared shirt, black boots, black tie, but not a standards sport jacket. The jacket he wore was longer, it went down to the backs of his knees. Only his head and hands visible, he was indeed very priestly in this, the collar high and tight, the coat fitting his form nicely. He was around 5'9", his body was a tight roping of whip cord muscles...well...they would be...some time in the future. Well, they were whip cord underneath his smooth, fair skin, you just couldn't see them. His hair was long and black, a curtain that swayed on both sides of his smooth, sharp face. His eyes were dark brown, almost like two pieces of shiny black coal, penetrating and ethereal. Coco threw open the doors that separated the two rooms of the hotel room. Ben almost fell over. Over course, her outfits usually had that effect on him, but this one combined several elements of her outfits he liked. She had a red latex tank top on, it lifted her round, soft tits, acting like a bra/corset, pushing some parts up and out, pressing other parts in. The neck of the top scooped down quite far, showing off a long, curved line of cleavage. She had a long black skirt going down to the floor, which had a slit running up its left side, starting from the floor, terminated at her hip bone. It was a heavy material that had a slight sheen, like water at night, rippling with every move she made. The skirt had a flowery, lacy fringe, running along most of its edge getting smaller as it went to her hip. The candy striped stockings were still there, with a small lacy garter on each leg, but now they entered into patent leather, high-heeled, platformed boots, all shiny and freshly polished the night before. She had on arm warmers, a deep red, two latex bands around her upper arms, and a thin string acting as a choker, wrapping around her beautiful neck several times. To carry things around, she had a silk sash around her waist. It was a long, light piece of fabric, folded in half so she could tuck things into. The ensemble was all topped off with a long duster that actually lay on the floor. It was a sleeveless, light weight trenchcoat of a sorts, with a huge feathery collar. He took this all in, absorbing all of the details, roving his gaze down, then up, her body, ending his examination at her head. Her hair, which was dyed with streaks of red and had strings of beads and braids running through out it, was pulled in a large, high ponytail, and it flared out like a feather duster. She had a pair of goggles on, resting across the middle of her hair, they had a complex look, several straps and tube running out of it. In seeing this, he moved his eyes back down, noticing a series of straps, cords, and tubes connecting and holding her rig together. Rig was a good word for this get-up. "Hon," she said, noticing this silence, "you've been standing there gawking for, like, 15 minutes. Were you describing my outfit to yourself in your head, again?" He smirked and shrugged, still unable to form coherent sentences, his eyes absorbing the curves of her body. He stepped forward and, putting his arms into the duster, embraced her. Her boobs were on his collar bone, normally she was about two inches shorter than he was, but the huge, spike heels on those boots added about half-a-foot to her overall height. This brought her breasts tantalizingly close to his mouth. "You're gorgeous, my cyberpunk queen," he said. He had to bend his head back and she brought her's down to kiss him. And so, they were off to the convention. They wandered around, looking through booths, chatting it up with other goers, and Coco got her picture taken with several of the more lonely (or ronery, depending on otaku-level) guys (and a girl or two). Several t-shirt kiosks attracted Ben's attention. When he was lounging around not dressed as a pseudo-puritan, he tended to wear shirts with funny slogans. Coco was across the aisle, looking at some egg-shaped toy. They looked familiar, for some reason, to Ben. "Why does it feel like I've seen these before?" He asked Coco, moving over to her. "They were big a few years ago," she said bouncing one up and down, the cartoony face smiling at the baby-like treatment. "Yeah, nothing scary there," he commented. "Can I help you," the girl running the booth said, in a valley-girl accent. She was dressed as a nurse, in full latex regalia. Most things at this booth were all slightly off; weird trinkets, doodads, and baubles. Ben thought it all look like import stuff, but even for import stuff it was odd. "Oh no, just looking at the egg thingies here," Coco said, putting the egg back, it's face returning to a neutral-bored expression, "they just look like a toy that was made when we were younger." "Yep, we're remaking them," the nurse booth girl attendant said, "these are exclusive's for this convention only." Coco actually looked as if she were considering buying one, but she was leaning towards no. "You know," the nurse said, "speaking of looking familiar, why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere?" Coco smiled, "I'm Coco Dynamo, have your heard of me?" "Ohhhh," the nurse said, "I think I've seen you on the internet." "Yeah, I do get around on that place." Ben was moving on, so Coco thanked the nurse for the noticing and moved with him. The nurse shot a look towards the curtains at the back of the booth. Coco and Ben gave the convention a quick once-over and decided to leave. When they got near the exit, they saw a couple panicked people running from the general location of the egg selling nurse's booth. "What's going on over there," Ben inquired. "Probably just some star," Coco said, only half paying attention. "Well, why would they be running out of the convention's entrance, screaming." Coco looked up, "yeah, actually, that is weird." A loud boom sounded from the center of the convention crowd, the populous of the room flew into confused panic. Ben looked over at Coco, who just returned a questioning look. A group of furries was thrown high into the air by something on the other side of booths. A round shape appeared, an arch of off-white rising above said sales outlets, which were quickly emptying. "You know what the one problem is with being with you?" Ben said, smirking up at Coco. "I can guess..." she said. He sighed, "it's the almost constant random monster attacks." Above the booth structures and tables, a giant, poorly painted oval now stood. It nearly touched the ceiling of the center, it had large yellow, blood shot eyes, the pupils tiny and beading, looking over the crowds with malice. It's spindly black arms waved knocking some taller displays over and shattering a few of the fluorescents that lit the large room. Just below the eyes, a jagged mouth opened, a green glow behind a thick slimy black tongue. The egg monster roared. Coco Dynamo Ch. 02 "Well," Ben said, eying the thirty foot Easter egg, "this is certainly turning into one-of-those-days." Coco sighed, "I suppose we're going to have to handle this..." Ben kicked a tiny doll on the ground, it was plush and dressed in a green schoolgirl uniform, "and things we're going so normally, too." The egg monster roared, sporadic groups of people running and screaming, trying to get away or hide. Ben walked over to a glass display case and kicked the glass out of it. He broke off the top metal bar that held the glass in place. He bent the metal bar in half, turned it over, bent it again, turned and bent it again, causing it to break in to two pieces of metal about 3 feet long each. He grabbed a t-shirt from a nearby rack, tore pieces of it off and wrapped them around the bottom five inches or so of the metal bars. He swung around the impromptu weapons, eskrima-style sticks, getting used to the feel and weight of the things. The egg monster was turning, beginning to move down the aisle in which it formed. Ben moved behind it, getting a view of the monster's behind, seeing it's large floppy feet shuffling it around. Coco was approaching stealthily, moving through the wrecked and empty booths. Ben charged the monster, quickly moving up behind it, it's oval body arching over him. He launched a few strikes, wriling the bars as smoothly, quickly, and hard as he could. The shell cracked, ruptured, fell off. The monster roared and a bright, glowing, green ooze poured out. Ben hopped up to a table, not wanting it on him, and moved off. The monster turned and spotted him, growled, he crouched on the table, "Coco! I could use some help here!" She appeared near him, throwing a curtain open. She moved her hands and fingers in a swift motion, a blue arcane glow emanating from them, an after image of the glow forming a symbol in the air. The two metal pseudo-eskrima sticks began to glow. The straight, blue beams stretched, lengthening to two forty-foot sticks. There was no additional weight, so Ben swung them around easily, clipping off the tops of the nearby booth set ups and creating large rents in the ceiling. Coco lept back, blue sparks coming off of her heels and she skidding out of the range of Ben's weapons, not wanting to get knicked by one of them accidentally. Ben thrust the two poles forward, poking at the egg monster's eyes, connecting with one of them. The yellow orb exploded, shooting yokey material out in a small fountain. Ben swung the blue sticks, cracking the face and head of the monster, more green ooze splattering out of the cracks and holes. The monster wobbled, tried to roar again but couldn't, Ben whacked the mouth, moving the enchanted sticks around, creating damage all over the giant round shape. It leaned sideways and fell onto its side, smashing into the ground, it's shell crumbling from the impact, sending a torrent of its green innards across the center's floor. Ben surveyed the place, it's stands and displays were in shambles, glowing green. Coco was crouching on a table near the entrance, but not paying attention to what was behind her. A second growing egg monster was behind her, it wrapped a black hand around her, pinning her arms at her sides, preventing her from using them. As it came to full height, she was squeezed in it's hand, her candy cane legs kicking. Ben moved from table-to-table, the spell on his improvised weapons fading. The egg monster pulled her top off and chuckled pervishly. Coco recoiled in disgust as the egg monster groped her. It showed it's black tongue and slathered her breasts. Ben growled and threw one of his eskrima display case supports at the egg monster. The weapon so fast it turned into a glowing disc, arcing up and under Coco. The sawing attack hit the monster's hands, crushing the weak material they were made of and releasing the topless, slimy Coco Dynamo. She fell, but moved her hands in thrusting motions around her controlling her fall with arcane energy. She landed on her heels, easily balancing. Ben was beside her, his metal bar weaponry now returned to normal. "Are you okay, Coco?!" Ben exclaimed, standing beside her. "I'm fine," she pulled a nearby t-shirt off its rack and wiped herself off then pulled the latex top back together over her breasts, "that was way to creepy." She was pissed, eying the egg monster with a gaze so intense Ben could swear lasers would shoot out any time. But, she lacked that ability, so she raised her hands and swung them in fast arcs, forming a complex arcane circle in front of her. Circles-within-circles of energy, pointed shapes and runic symbols filling the bordering shapes. She drew back her right hand and thrust it forward, palm open, passing it through the ornate energy circle. A shockwave crushed the egg monster's face, concaving it, decimating the shell's structure in the area. A green, glowing geyser gushed out, the monster fell back and exploded under its own weight, much like the first. An inch high sea of the stuff was ebbing and sloshing around the floor, congealing quickly, whatever it was. Ben moved across the table tops and display cases, Coco leaping behind him. She was a gazelle, with black plastic hooves and gracefully bound through the wrecked landscape of bent lightsabers, splattered plastic-encased comicbooks, and green stained Pokemons. They came to the booth that had the nurse selling the cartoony egg toys. It was now devoid of latex clad, blonde attendants, and three eggs were sitting on the ruined tables and cases. One was the size of a person, rocking back-and-forth, growing by inches even as they laid their eyes on it. Ben smashed it with his remaining weapon, bending the material as he did so. Coco picked the other two up, smashing them on the ground below the table on which they stood. Ben was panting, he looked around and made sure there were no more hidden about them, he turned to Coco and said, "okay, I guess we should mosey." Coco nodded, "might be kinda hard to explain...well...any of this." They moved towards the exit, saw some authorities moving in. Coco layered on the panic, "omigod, omigod, egg things, slime! Waahhhgg!" They were escorted out, moved away from the convention center's entrance, and before they were could be questioned, they disappeared. In the hotel room, they were leafing through the books they brought with them. Journals and manuals, analyzing the villains they knew existed, especially the ones they encountered and defeated recently, who were still at large. "The nurse knew who I was and the egg monsters starting attacking after that," Coco said, thinking aloud, "maybe it's someone we ticked off before. I can't really recall a toy-themed baddie we defeated recently." "Could be," said Ben absentmindedly, only half-hearing her. He had gotten a far off stare in his eyes, looking out the window at something, "or we could be missing a stupefyingly obvious answer," he pointed. Coco followed his gaze to the object floating in the sky above the convention center, three small orbs dropped out of the bottom of it. It was a blimp, much smaller than a real airship, more like a hot air balloon with a cigar shaped bag, instead of a spherical one. The front of the bag was shaped into the distorted image of Dr. Ivan von Rottenwurst. "You've got to be kidding me," she said, standing and moving to the window, "how often do we have to deal with this psychotic." "About once a week," Ben joked, "around 22 weeks of the year." Coco shot him a look, telling him this wasn't that funny, but smiled slightly, letting him know it was okay. The three orbs grew into egg monsters, roaring and giant. They had free space to grow now, able to fully form themselves. They definitely seemed stronger and scarier than the others. "Let's go," Ben said, standing, grabbing a long tube of something, wrapped in burlap. They ran down the street. Well, Ben ran, Coco sort of strode in hopping floats, seeing as she didn't bother to change out of the heeled boots. Eggy-1 was above them, smashing the center's entrance decoration, a stylized rose exploded and sprinkled shards all over the ground. "Down there!" a raspy voice ordered from a loud speaker on the blimp, "your target is right there!" Eggy-1 turn toward Ben and Coco, it roared and reached for them. When it's hand was almost upon them, Ben swung his left arm in a long arc, a silver line following his hand. The monster reeled and screamed, a vicious draconic howl. The burlap was gone, in his left hand was a long piece of steel, over 3 meters of it, glowing in the light of day. A small section was glowing and green where it connected with the monster's hand, obliterating the thin digits. The bright sword blade terminated at a golden crossbar, long quillions, and had a round, gold pommel. In his right hand, there was a black lacquered scabbard. Coco stepped forward and spun, sending a thin distortion of force throw the air, nailing Eggy-1 between the eyes, causing it to actually launch off the ground and impale itself on an antenna structure behind it. The monster slide down the structure, the antenna tearing open the back of the creature. Soon-to-be-an-Omelet-2 and Great-with-Bacon-3 appeared above them. Number 2 lept and almost landed on them. Coco hooked her arm around Ben and shot them across the ground on blue sparks, narrowly avoiding the eggdrop. Number 3 moved around them and slammed it's arms into the cement, creating enough force to cause Coco and Ben to be launched into the air. Coco landed smoothly and easily, Ben clapped onto a car hood. "...ow." he said, staring at the sky. He slowly got up, groaning, hearing glass tinkle around him. Coco was beside him and the eggs were regrouping for another stomping assault. He looked at her, "can you launch me?" She nodded, but was beginning to protest, when he hopped up and posed, sword held back, like a baseball batter stance, but far lower. She stood behind him, moved her arms, enveloping him in a blue glow, she hopped forward and thrust both of her arms behind him. He was shot off the ground like a strange black frog. Ben sliced before he hit Soon-to-be-a-Omelet-2, knocking both of it's eyes out and crushing it's facial features, but he miscalculated this stunt and collided with the egg, smashing into it's shell, entering it's body. Soon-to-be-an-Omelet-2 fell over and smashed. No sign of Ben. "You bastards," Coco said to herself. She got into a Tai-chi like stance, moving her arms in wide arcs, forming a stream of arcane energy around her. She focused it as Great-with-Bacon-3 moved towards her, reaching down with its large black hands. When its hands were right in front of her about to crush her, she released the build up, a sundering wave blasted the arms away, hollowed out the front of the egg, and blew out the back of it's oval shape. Great-with-Bacon-3 launched into the air and landed on Soon-to-be-an-Omelet-2, the structures collapsing into each other, a mammoth wave of green, glowing ooze shot out, a title wave of the stuff heading down the streets. "Opps," she said, as the wave collided with her, the green goop rolled over her and threw her down the street. Several minutes must have pasted. "Ahem," someone said above her, "napping again." Coco looked up, rubbing the green crap out of her eyes. Ben stood there, covered in the stuff, probably as much as she was, holding his sheathed blade. "You're alright," she rambled a bit, "I thought that you hit it too hard and then you didn't come and you...what..." He was sniffing the green goo on his hand. He licked up a huge dollop off of his palm. She gave him a grossed out look. "Hollandaise," he said, "it's dyed hollandaise sauce." She tasted it, "what the hell!?!?!" The blimp was gone and people were coming to investigate what was happening, Ben and Coco retreated to the hotel to clean off and get some rest. They were in the tub together, candles lit around them, producing an orange glow that contrasted to the water's eery glow. Though they cleaned themselves thoroughly and separately before getting into the bath together, there must have been a film of some kind left over, the green ooze film had mixed with the soapy, bubbly water and was now causing it to glow. They were lit from below with a soft green, a heavy orange from above coming from the candles around them, heavy shadows exemplifying the rounded shapes of their bodies, Coco's breasts stood out especially well. Her hair was held high on her head, away from the water, her cheek bones stood out, her lips appeared rounder than usual. Ben moved forward and gently kissed her, her hands moved over his chest and shoulders, bringing him closer, causing him to kiss her deeper. When they pressed full length under the ghostly water, she sighed, the contact beginning to make the connections of pleasure in her body. "I love you, baby" she said, as he pulled away and pecked her neck, his erection pressing against her. "I love you, too," he said, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them, "you sexy little vixen," she blushed, and he brought one of her breasts to his lips, sucking a nipple in. She closed her eyes and let out a tiny, "mmm." He kept one hand on a breast, wrapped the other around her narrow waist, lifting her out of the water. He kissed her wet, flat stomach. As her hips lifted, her pussy ran against his chest, and eventually his kissing and her hot sex met. He had both of his hands on the small of her back, her shoulders on the edge of the tub, cool air tickling her bare, wet flesh. He gave her a long lick, up oneside of her pussy and done the other. Coco gently moaned, "mmm, I like that." Ben smiled, wrapped his mouth around her womanhood, pulling a long hard draw on her clitoris, Coco bit her bottom lip and ground her hips forward. He moved his mouth and tongue faster, probing her wavy lips, swirling around her pink bean. She shuttered, reached down and ran her fingers into his wet hair, "arrrrhhmmm," she whimpered, "that's it." Ben chuckled evilly and moved off her pussy, lowering her back into the water, Coco whined, but moved up and kissed him deeply. She tasted herself, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He sucked her tongue. She sucked his. She motioned for Ben to sit on the side of the tub by pulling him up slightly with her hands, his legs following the subtle command. His erection stood pointing up at a 45 degree angle, a solid column, rounded by the intense, saturated light. Coco wrapped her full lips around it, instantly engulfing Ben's throbbing manhood. He shrunk back at the sudden warm, wet sensation of her mouth. Her lips sealed around the base and she slowly moved her head up, placing her hands on Ben's thighs, holding him down. Her head went up, but he didn't follow, holding his breath as she went higher up his turgid rod. When she finally popped off his top, he shook and shuttered with a "uuhHGGWAaa". She smiled up at him, stroking his yard, she teased kiss, forcing their lips to not touch, then took his length back into her mouth. She began an intense oral pummeling, her cheeks concave, her lips squeezing, and her head bobbing quickly. Ben was gripping the edges of the tub, head thrown back, eyes closed. He was breathing heavily and she was moaning, slurping and sloshing sounds coming from her mouth as spit coalesced on his manhood. She pulled off of him and Ben fell back into the water, catching himself before ramming his back into the spout behind him. She had a large smile and a horny gaze in her eyes, rubbing herself. She spun around and presented herself to him, pulling her round butt apart, giving him a delicious view of her wet, pouty pussy. Ben got on his knees behind her and positioned his length at her waiting entrance. He leaned forward and whispered, his breath tickling her ear, "say you want it." She moaned, "urrrr, don't tease me, baby. I want that big, swollen cock in my pussy." He grinned wickedly and thrust into her. Her head threw back, she moaned. His hips pressed against her round, soft butt. His hands gripped onto her waist and he held her there, letting her feel his full penetration. He slowly pulled out, his cock reappearing, Coco groaned at losing the full feeling. He thrust into her again, she gasped. He continued his long, slow strokes. "Hhnnng, come on baby, go faster, faster," she begged. He obliged, increasing his rating of fucking. She whimpered and moaned as he sped up, she matched his strokes, pushing herself down him in rhythm with his thrusts. He moved one hand up to her neck and gently but firmed grasped on. He pulled her head up next to his, bringing her blushed and moaning visage next to his. He moved his lower hand to her pussy and rubbed her clit, swirling his hand in a circle, matching the speed of his thrusts. They were at full speed now and Coco had her hands on his thighs, trying to bring about some semblance of control, but the heated carnal penetration didn't slow. "Yeah," she moaned weakly, locking her eyes with his, "feels so good." He nibbled on her ear lob, moved to her cheek, then to her lips, sucking on the bottom one, pecking the upper one. Coco's eyes were closed as her building orgasm rapt her. The glowing water sloshed as they intensified the mutual love making. The consistency was beginning to fall away as they neared the climax. Ben let out a long, deep groan and Coco let out a throaty scream. They came at the same time, Ben pumping a huge load of seed into her shuddering body. Everything stripped away, colors blurred, the world exploded in a symphony of shapes and bursts of light. Their connection completing, spines snapping straight, legs spasming, his arms wrapped tightly around her, and her arms grasping his. He slowly stopped his thrusting as he softened, her shaking subsiding as reality came back to them. They lay in the tub, spooning amongst the cosmic bubbles. They were in bed, Coco cuddled in the crook of Ben's arm, he was rubbing her back as she clung on to him. They were watching TV, unwinding from all the weirdness of the afternoon, cleaning of the evening, and love-making of the night. A platter of food was on Ben's chest, well-picked-over meats, cheeses, veggies, and crackers were spread around it amongst crumbs. News Reporter: Nobody exactly knows what happened today at the convention center. Some reports indicate that the large egg-like shapes were monsters, of a sort, expanded to life and attacked the town. Others report seeing them drop from the sky and explode. An airship was spotted near the scene, which may have had something to do with this incident, but no one saw a serial number on it. The most common theory, however, states that this was a bizarre stunt concocted by a local breakfast food restaurant. The shape and color of the egg containers and the style of the Hollandaise sauce they contained resembles the "Space Food Meal" at the restaurant. "Mmhmm," Ben said. "What is it?" Coco asked, bending her head to look up at him. "That crazy doctor used local materials this time," he said, swirling a carrot stick in some of the dip on the platter, "he may be mad, but there's at least a little logic in the crazy." "I guess," she said, rubbing her head into his shoulder, "still doesn't change the fact he follows us everywhere and gets us into scrapes and jams." "Well, at least it can be good exercise," he said, crunching into the carrot, "I take it you don't wanna go back to the convention tomorrow?" "I guess not, cleaning that green crap off one of my favorite pairs of boots once was trouble enough." Coco Dynamo Ch. 03 Asterisk: Some or all of the advice listed here is purely fictional. It should not be used unless desperate and/or horny and/or looking for a laugh. And, much of the advice is given from a fictional woman about women, so it's cobbled together from my own insane imaginings, rumors, urban legends, social myths, advice I've read, advice I've been given, wrong tips, correct tips, Sage learnings from the Internet, and my own relationships. It may not be exactly what a woman would say, hell it probably isn't what a woman would say. So ignore my own ignorance...or at the very least laugh at it. And, remember if you don't like it, then why in the hell are you reading it? * Coco and Ben were relaxing. Relaxing for them meant different things for both of them. Coco was building a model, the EMD F40PH about half complete, various pieces of plastic and bottle of glue were spread around on the glass top of the coffee table. Ben was practicing martial arts with a pool cue, one that was stored in two pieces and screwed together. He had one half of it in his left hand, the lower half, and used the fatter end as a mace. He was smacking and whacking a huge metal hat rack, which was extremely bottom heavy and durable. He was hitting it fairly hard and wasn't even phasing it. Heavy metal filled the room, Coco was actually reaching a substantial level of head banging, as much as she could get away with while building a model. Their apartment had three rooms, normally it would be occupied by two people, roommates, each in one of the rooms that were to the sides of the room they were in now. The "common room" was about the size of a suburban house's living room. The half near the door had no carpeting, which made it ideal for martial arts work, the exposed hardwood floor resisted all damage. The other half had an eggshell colored rug, on which there was a black leather couch, glass coffee table, and a large television in it's own little stained-wood center. A large glass window, with sliding door, served as the back wall of the room, opposite the front door. A kitchenette was actually at the front of the room, next to the front door, it was to your left, if you were entering the apartment. A small hallway near this kitchenette lead to the bathroom on the frontside of the apartment and the room that acted as their bedroom on the rear side. There was a massive bed covered in layers of comforters, end tables of polished, stained oak, lamps shaped like gorgeous Greek men and women, and a large shelving unit that contained the TV for that room. Also on this, were their favorite comics and books kept close for easy ready, a few statues, and the DVD collections: several TV series ranging from Futurama-to-The Shield-to-Babylon 5, movies, a few Anime things, and lots of porn. Henry's computer was also in this room, as were several naughty things, including a sex toys in various locations, a collapsible brass stripper pole, and a sex swing hanging from the ceiling on the far side of the room in front of it's sliding glass door. Past all the furniture, nearer the rear of the common room on the right, was another small hallway, which lead to a storage room slash study on the hallway's right and had another sliding door on the hallway's left. Here they kept all the weaponry that Ben collected (European and Arabic swords, Eskrima sticks, pool cues, and boxing gloves), all the spell books Coco read (in four forms of arcane writing), the collection of comics Ben brought to the relationship, various sci-fi novels, stacks of pornography and pin-up books, the models they both made, toys and baubles they acquired over the years, Doctor Who scarfs, a shelf that contained one miniature of each of the 493 Pokemon, artwork collected from cons and shows, and a massive collection of coffee mugs. All of this was encased, displayed by, held up, and protected by stained oak shelving, stands, brackets, and half-inch thick glass. The balcony stretched across all three rooms, common, bed, and storage/study. It was a wooden deck almost as wide as the apartment, and stuck about five feet away from the house. Several light chairs and lounges were out there, along with a grill, rain collector, window socks, pinwheels, and plants. They lived in a climate that had seasons, so this stuff was about to be put away or covered, to protect it from the impending winter. Coco had on a tight black tank top and gray sweat pants, her complex red and black hair was in pulled back in a severe and tight tail. She was curling her toes into the carpet and slowly bonding pieces of the train together, a gaze of almost cartoonish concentration on her face. Ben had on blue jeans and a navy blue t-shirt emblazon with a Nintendo controller, the words "Know your Roots" spread above it, and his hair in a ponytail. You could barely hear the clack-clack-whack-snap-clack of his pool cue mace on the heavy metal hat rack over the heavy metal music blaring from the speakers. In fact, he almost missed the knocking on the front door, only hearing it because he stopped for a second to take a breather. He was mildly confused why the knocking sounds persisted, even though he was still. Ben turned the music down and answered the door. Their neighbor Tim was there, a little tongue tied when asking to come in. "Hey guys," he said, moving to the middle of the room. Tim was a kindred spirit, he too was a massive nerd, but he made Ben and Coco look mildly well adjusted. Tim was a true otaku, a nerd that focused on an obsession, a hobby that grew from nothing into the focus of the person's whole existence. An otaku was actually not looked down upon in the vast layers of Nerddom, this hyper-hobbyist was almost an elite, actually was an elite, depending on who you asked. In Tim's case, he followed the standard morays of his kind, that is, he obsessed with anime and, by extension, Japan. Ben and Coco had been in his room once, he had invited them over for dinner. They had to doff their shoes at the door and sat a low table in the center of a tatami mat covered living room. As Tim prepared sushi (which Coco liked but made Ben sick) they looked around his place. There were paper hangings scrawled with sloppily-inked Japanese characters, which were Tim's attempts at brush calligraphy, apparently these were temporary, developing, and ongoing. Posters of Evangelion, Cowboy Bebop, Lucky Star, and K-on were permanent fixtures on the white walls. Figures and statues of anime girls in various states of undress and in submissive poses were spread around the side-tables, shelves, and on the TV. The rest in this part of the room was fairly normal and standard stuff, but then they saw the shrine like bedroom he had. Now that's were things were weird. Ben said, seeing everything in the room, "my God, it's full of sta—loli!" There were several hug pillows featuring anime girls in pre-coital poses placed all over Tim's bed, like a pillow harem, stacks of Newtype magazine back issues, more statues/figures, Shounen and Seinan manga series were stacked across six-level shelving units, and cornucopia of miscellaneous collectables spread and piled everywhere. Several ships and robots hung from the ceiling on fishing wire, various mock battles between major mecha series were frozen in time, only rotating slightly as air moved about the room. All of this was around a bed and computer desk. The bed's sheets were Gurren Lagann-based and the computer had a fairly vulgar piece of hentai as the desktop background. Ben and Coco took all this in and could only think: Hmmm, I wonder who's collection of crap is larger, ours of his. Then he showed them his closest, boxes stacked from floor to ceiling, filled with things he didn't feel deserved a place in the shrine/shelves around the bedroom. They conceded defeat, for the time being. Now Tim was in their living room, figiting more than usual. "Well, guys," he began in his low, dumpy-ish voice, "I have a date tomorrow night, and I need help. She's really cute and loves anime and I really have a crush on her and I just asked her today and she said yes and I just don't want to ruin the date awkwardly." Tim was about six inches shorter than Ben, he was over-weight, but in a jolly sort of way. He was like a young, shaven Santa in shorts with scraggly black hair. He had big, round glasses and usually had a backpack full of the anime stuff or college work he had to work on. "Oooo, you stud," Coco demurred from the couch. She was checking the train's placement on a wooden stand, before resuming the building, "who's the lucky lady." "Oh, she's a really cute girl from my class," he absent-mindedly moved to the couch and flopped down, his weight causing Coco to push some tweezers through a window, the clear plastic piece clattering to the table then to the floor. Her looked hardened. "Sorry," he bowed his head, "I'm just really nervous. I mean, you guys have been together for so long, I think you'd be perfect to give me advice. I mean, I just need the basics of how to, uhhh, interact with a girl." "Interact?" Coco asked, on the floor now, looked for the small, clear plastic bit she had dropped. "He means sex, Coco," Ben said, screwing the cue stick together. She rolled her eyes at him, tweezing the tiny piece of plastic and setting it back on the table. She laid the tweezers down and pressed up against Tim, arching her back slightly so her breasts were almost in Tim's face. She swirled her finger in his oily hair, "you mean handle one of these," she said in a deep, sultry voice, her body writing slightly and subtly. Tim chuckled in a low "hur hur hur" way. Ben had the pool que whirled up to a terrifyingly fast speed and he swung it like a baseball bat, knocking the large heavy hat rack over. Coco cleared her throat and moved back to the model. "So what kind of advice?" Ben asked, picking up the hat rack and standing it in it's place, making sure the hardwood floor wasn't damaged. The pool cue had shattered and splintered from the hit. He continued, "Talking? Foreplay? Sex? Positions? Oral? Anal? Bondage? Fluids? Bodily or Lubricant? Threeways? Fourways? Bukak--" As he was listing these, Coco and Tim were staring at him, there mouths gaping further as he went. Ben said, "well...let's just start at talking then." "Yeah," Tim said, "I need advice for them, you know, act." Coco smirked, "okay, we'll give advice. Hobble over to your apartment, take Ben with you, and I'll be along shortly." Ben and Tim went to the neighboring apartment. The two sets of rooms were next to each other on the second floor, Coco/Ben's was a corner room, Tim's next to it. Ben wondered in passing, if Tim was able to hear the nighttime activity in his bedroom. Tim's place hadn't changed, except for additions to the hug pillow harem and statue/figure collection. The chatted idly for a short while before Coco came in. Ben chortled and Tim just stood there staring. Coco was in a red tube top and black leather miniskirt, but mostly covered by a white lab coat, complete with rectal thermometer in the breast pocket. She had glasses on that were thin-framed and gold. Her hair was in the same tail, but she pulled two strands of bangs out on either side of her brow. Being ever so classy, she stood on a pair of clear, lucite, high-heeled, stripper-style shoes. She pushed her glass up her nose and said, "tch, tch, tch, we have got a sorry case here." Tim smiled like a pervert and said, "yeah teacher I've bee--" She tapped him on the head with a ruler, "no, that's not how we talk to a lady!" Ben smirked at the word lady, with the way she was dressed, looking away to hide the grin. "First things first," Coco said, "we have to fix your clothing. No matter how into anime you both are, you need to make a nice first impression, and cosplay just won't do it." Coco moved into his bed room and slide open his closet doors, they folded against themselves in both directions, revealing his boxes (on the floor) and sets of clothing (on hangers). She looked at the clothing, her mind working. She put the ruler in a pocket on the lab coat, and began shuffling and digging. Ben said, "on our first date, she had a long black number, no where near the average outfit she wears and considers 'fancy'." "Indeed," Coco said. She was pulling outfits of Tim's out, shaking her head forlornly, then pushing the items back in. She pulled out a set of overalls, but they weren't full leg overalls, but overall shorts. A powder blue shirt was underneath and it had a little, yellow cap hanging with it. She looked at him with a "oh come now" look. "That's a fun one," he began, "it's a mock up of elementary...what..." Coco just looked at him, a small shake of her head keeping him quiet. But she smiled slightly, telling him this was just a put on. Actually, Ben wondered if he would be able to catch glances like that. "Well, one thing, Tim," he said, a little unsure of how to but this, "women are subtle and complicated. Think of that HG model up there," he pointed to a Gundam hanging from the ceiling, then went on, "and men are simple. Think of the thing that model is holding," which was a cartoonishly spiked mace. No recourse from Coco meant that he was more right-than-wrong. Not entirely right, but the advice work well-enough, though she may give him a talkin' to about it later. Or not... "Here we go," she found a black school uniform from the outfits, "now we're getting potential." She pulled the black slacks and black jacket off of the hanger and laid them on the bed beside Tim, who was contemplating the complexities of the fairer sex. She began digging again, but a few seconds later came up with a light blue, button down, dress shirt. "That should work," she said, "it's as simple and elegant as you have. Wear the coat open, it doesn't matter if you tuck the shirt in or not. On a later date, you can nerd-out and go crazy with your normal weird clothes. But for the first one, simplicity beats all. Ben over there had an all black thing going on our first date. He was drab but it worked for him, and for me, obviously. Oh, and you'll need black shoes and a black belt to go with this...a REAL belt with a BUCKLE." When she mentioned a black belt, Tim shot up excited at the prospect of showing off his Karate black belt on the first date. He sunk back down at the mention of a buckle. "Now," Ben said, "what else do you need?" "Well," Tim said, reluctant and embarrassed, "love advice is next then." Coco had a questioning look, as if she were asking how far this should go. Ben put in, "well, we can demonstrate any question you have. Hell, you can take notes if you want." Coco's head jolted to look at him, but got only "ha!" out. Tim actually pulled out a composition-style notebook and a pen. Coco suddenly realized how far the demonstration she and Ben may have to give today, but stayed relaxed. "First question," she said, boldly. "Well," Tim was still in his shell, "it's not perverted, but what would you be put off by in this room?" Easy, she thought, "well, the harem of anime hug pillows. That's the main thing. The bed sheets are a little goofy, too. You could just turn the pillows over and change the bedding." Tim turned the pillows over. The tops were, apparently, the softcore sides, which featured the girls in come hither poses but clothed. Tim flipped them over. The backs had them in more vulgar positions, panties askew, girl juice dripping in places, and lots of blushed faces. "Okay," Coco reacted, "we'll give you some normal pillow cases and matched bedding." "...right," Tim said, writing it down, "I can understand why those aren't good. I mean, do girls really show that much panty or whatever, like that?" Coco blushed a bit and actually stumbled over the question, looking to Ben, who just nodded. She began, "ahem, uhhhh, it depends on the girl, I guess. Here I guess I gotta use a visual aid." She pulled up the leather skirt and showed him her pink thong, rotating in place show it's front and back, "these panties are a thong, T-H-O-N-G, oddly it's singular while panties are plural. Several girls don't like them, several do, it's a matter of taste. I have a feeling the girl you'll be seeing will have on normal white, cotton ones. Asking to see them or smell is considered bad practice in most circles." As she spoke, his pen flew across the page, Ben actually giggled. Coco pulled her skirt back down and said, "also she won't dress like me, and may never will. I happen to like latex, leather, and outfits. Some woman and/or girls may not like them. Especially with these," she poked her foot up, showing the absurd, clear, high-heels, "I find it humorous, wearing this here. Some girls may just roll their eyes and murmur to friends. And she probably won't just just show you her panties." "I see, I see," Tim said, "now what do I say at dinner and stuff?" Coco said, "okay, since we're past the cloths part, let's go in the living room and get more comfortable." Which is what they did, Coco and Ben sitting close together on the couch, Tim in the big wicker chair he had on the other side of his low table. "Just be natural," Ben said, "if she likes anime on a level close to yours, you should just talk about that. Just don't fly into hentai land or anything gross like that." "Mmhmm,mmhmm, we already talked a little bit about it at school," Tim said, only make a note or two. "You can talk about anything, I guess," Coco said thinking while she talked, "just be careful not to offend. If she is a perv, she'll probably jump right to it. And, you should know if things are going well, she'll smile and look at you with a pleased look. She may even touch your hand across the table!" Tim swooned at that prospect. Then asked, "what about kissing her?" Coco's eyes lit up, she said in forced baby voice, "have you never kissed a girl?!" she reached over and pinched his fleshy cheek, "HAS OUR WITTLE TIMMY WIMMY NOT KISSHED A GWIRL!" Tim laughed and pushed her back, his face beat red. Ben said, "alright, here's what we'll do, me and Coco will re-enact bad kisses. Coco will smack me with this throw pillow, which you could pretend it being her open hand." Coco like this idea and readied the pillow. Ben began: "Don't," he grabbed her shoulders and shoved his tongue into her mouth, she gagged a bit, forced him back, coughed in an exaggerated manner, and smacked his head with the pillow, messing up his hair. "Don't," he squeezed her breasts really hard and made for her mouth again, the pillow struck. "Don't," he slurred a little dizzy now, but grabbed her butt and didn't even get his head forward. Whack! He shook his head dizzily. He murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose, "didn't need to be that hard, honey." Coco was pleased with her performance. Ben added, "well, those are extreme examples. Just don't paw the girl, at least, not until she wants to be pawed. Kiss like this." He moved close to Coco, gently pushed one of her bang strands of hair aside, looking longingly into her eyes. He gave her a gentle peck on her lower lip, she returned the peck on his upper lip. He pecked again, she pecked again. They did this for a short time, the kisses getting deeper with each go. Tim scribbled down a note but looked on in semi-awe. In between the kisses Ben said, "If you must *kiss touch her *kiss somewhere *kiss, make it *kiss here," he touched the back of her knee, gently running his hand around the area, rarely moving to her thigh or calf, but when he did that, it was a gently movement rather than a full squeeze. When they pulled away, they both had small, cat-like smiles on their faces. Coco whacked Ben with the pillow. "Okay! Okay! Enough with the pillow," he exclaimed, wrestling it away from her, "no! No! Bad girl!" Coco Dynamo Ch. 03 He waved his finger at her, then turned and pointed to Tim, "and don't scold her unless it's playful." "What next?" Coco asked, now thoroughly relaxed in the role of teacher. "Umm, I don't know how to say this, but," Tim hesitated, "how do you...you know?" He put emphasis on the word "know". Coco and Ben looked at each other and nodded once. A long nod knowing what was coming. "Okay," Ben said, "we probably won't note as much vocal as things get going." He and Coco kissed again, not bothering to hear Tim's "uh-huh". Ben was over Coco, one of her hands on the back of his head, the other on his hip. He braced himself on one hand, his other was on her waist, moving up and down. He pulled away, she continued kissing his neck as he said, "don't maul her, see my hand. I'm not immediately going to the goods. Here's one of the most important pieces of advice I can give, write it down and underline it: Foreplay. Is. Important." Coco let out a tiny moan and said in a breathy voice, "yes, yes it is." Ben kissed her neck, then her collar bone, her eyes were closed and her hands directing his head. He unbuttoned the lab coat, she sat up and threw it off, their lips returned together. Her body much more visible now, just a red tube top and leather miniskirt. Here nipples stood out like turkey-testers under the cotton fabric of the top. She pulled Ben's shirt up, he raised his arms, their kissing broken only by his shirt passing between them. Her hands ran up-and-down his slightly hairy chest. "Wow," Tim said, rapt, only taking a few notes here-and-there, "I'm super ticklish on my chest and tummy, so I'd be giggling." Ben and Coco broke the kiss and laughed softly. Her face was red and she quickly moved her finger tips on his belly and Ben shrunk away with a yelping laugh. "Ticklishness is fairly common," she said. Ben moved back to her, ignoring the tickling and gently grabbed one of her breasts in his strong hand. She sighed and looked into his eyes, his other hand found her other breast and he started kneading them softly through the red strip of cotton. Tim's notes were something about groping being fine after some kissing. Ben's fingers went under the material, gently moved the tips of them over her nipples. He pushed the material up, off her breasts and they spilled out, like gelatin. The tube top made it up the her wrists, where he quickly and firmed tightened it around them, pinning Coco with her hands together above her head. He held her arms up there and took one of her breasts into his mouth. She grinned wide and bit her lower lip, he moved to the other and did the same, she let out a tiny, "mmmm." He let her hands go, but she kept them above her head, as he had to move lower down her stomach. He kissed her abs, following the middle line that highlighted her belly. When he got to the skirt he skipped it and kissed the insides of her thighs. She let out a moan, as his lips explored one of her favorite erogenous zones. Ben pulled the skirt down her long, shapely legs, and he kissed his way back up them, paying special attention to the back of her knee and, again, her thighs. "I love having my legs kissed," she cooed as Ben neared the pink triangle that was her panties, "it feels sooo hot. I'm sure other girls like it." Tim wrote, but noted down the tone of her voice, much further gone in sexual activity than the earlier, more commanding tone. Ben took a peck kiss to her pantied pussy, she let out a gentle moan. He began to work on her through the little pink thong, one of her hands was now on the back of his head, the other pulling at one of her own breasts. Ben and Coco only had eyes for each other now. The panties were off and he was licking her up now, his tongue working over her love bean, fingers gently running up and down her wavy pussy lips. She was in a building ecstasy as Ben pushed a finger into her moist sex. Tim was doodling the techniques down in his notebook, now several pages in. He put little progression tips and arrows on what went after what. The tongue rotations and movements were given difficulty tiers and skill levels. Coco went over the edge, grinding herself into Ben's mouth, her juices dribbling down his chin. Ben sat up, a hand on Coco's cheek, pulling her with him, her face in a recovering visage turning to a smile. Her fingers were at his belt, nimbly undoing it. His jeans were unbuttoned, unzipped, and bunched against the wall in seconds. Ben's briefs soon joined them. His hard-on was pulsing with each breath he took. "Do girls really do that on the first date," Tim asked as Coco sank to her knees between Ben's legs, her hands gently stroking Ben's phallus. Ben ran his hands through Coco's hair as she began sucking on him and said, "some do, some don't. Me and Coco here didn't actually fool around on our first ddaaeetteee." She gave him an especially powerful suck as he finished the sentence, his attention not on what he was doing, he almost lost it. He smiled down at her, but said to Tim, "urgh, as for stamina, since I know you're going to ask, it's not a matter of how long you can pinch it off. It's more about how long the rest of your body can hold out. Especially the legs, they go first." Tim said, "I can hold back while masturbating." Ben smiled, Coco's bright ponytail bouncing up and down with her head at full speed, he said, breathing heavily, "so can I, but...whew...that pinching is one thing. Leg's are another. Also, don't be aAAAAaaaaAAaa macho jerk about this." Ben quickly pulled Coco's head back, he came near the edge, but kept her from bringing him over it. Coco just chuckled and moved her hands to his wet cock, gently stroking him. A few minutes passed while Ben cooled down a bit. He said, "I would say a safe position for the first time is to let her be on top. She'll know how hard she wants it, the pace she'll want, so it's a safe bet." Coco followed this by throwing her leg over him, reverse cowgirl, to give Tim a view. She lowered herself slowly down onto Ben, she said, "you should expect her to be turned around and facing you, though, this one's more for show." She had Ben's length inside her, one heeled foot was on the couch, the other on the floor and she began a slow ride, powered almost completely by her powerful, shapely legs. She had her arms behind her, hands on his chest, Ben was in a slouch underneath her, allowing her to do this. As she picked up her bouncing hump, her breasts moved freely. They jiggled and moved in long circles, one going clockwise, the other counterclockwise. Tim wasn't writing anything at this point, hypnotized. Ben had his hand on her pussy, rubbing her clit, and she was yowling. She suddenly dropped on him, Ben fully sheathed in her pussy, her face a red smile, the leg that was on the floor was twitching and curled up against her. Another orgasm for Coco. She hopped off Ben and lay on the couch next to him, while he stayed sitting in place. She was rubbing herself in her cool down buffer zone, Ben stroked himself watching her. "What about," Tim began, awkward again, oddly, you'd think after seeing his friends wild love making he'd be less prudish, but the question explained his hesitance, "sticking it in her pooper?" Coco's head snapped up, then looked at Ben, who was just laughing. He said, "first, most girls don't like it being stuck in their poopers. Second, if they do, there's some prep time necessary. Third, you never, ever stick it in her pooper unless she wants you to, and fourth, make sure you both know what you're doing, when you stick it in her pooper." "Ah," Tim said, "so just don't stick it in her pooper for now." "Yep," Coco said, "but me and Ben can show you how it's done now." Ben moved his head back between her legs and began another vigorous licking, but this time, his fingers did not enter her pussy. A licked finger pushed its tip in her tight puckered hole. Coco said with a whine at the intruder, "do yo have any water-based lube? And, some moisty-wipes?" Tim scurries off and came back with both. The lube was some crazy Japanese brand, but a big water droplet on the side confirmed its material. It smelled of Kiwis and Strawberries. The wipes were on the table. Ben got his fingers nice and slippery and worked a second one into Coco's butt. He kept them there, letting her get used to them. Coco moaned, "everything about this is slow with this. Moving to fast could hurt a girl." "Um," Tim said, eying the wipes, worried "what're those for?" "Even though I-I-Iiiiiiii," a third finger enter Coco and she rolled her head back, scintillating bolts running through her, "erhmmm, even though I prep for this before sex with Ben, sometimes little things can slip by." "Oh," Tim said, reassured, "so nothing weird." Coco giggled, "nothing REALLY weird. Besides, the lube can get messy and may need to be cleaned off afterward." Ben crawled up and kissed her, his fingers removed from her butt. She got up on her hands and knees on the couch. Ben positioned his dick at her asshole and slid in. It went in quite easily, the prep and lube made it that way. Coco groaned. Ben let her get used to his cock's depth in her rear, then slowly began his pumping. "Hey, your humping reminded me," Tim cut into the eroticism with another question, "how fast should I go?" Ben had a steady pace going, "a medium speed is best, and being consistent and steady wins out over everything. Going too slow may not be enough to push her along," he demonstrated and Coco complained and begged for him to speed up, "while going to fast can hurt her." He didn't demonstrate this but picked up his fucking, getting to his normal rate. Coco helped him along, pushing herself back on him. She loved feeling penetration in this position like that. The mutual love-making cut through her, her heart exploding with an intense feeling for Ben, when they were like this. This feeling plus Ben's labored banging, brought her up to Orgasm the 3rrd, High Priestess of Pleasure. Ben quickly pulled out, grabbed her hair and pulled her to her knees on the ground and came. Her mouth had opened and waited only a short time for his cum to fill it. Her orgasm rode on waves created by the sperm's smell and taste, the naughtiness that always came to her when Ben came on her, like a pornstar slut. Breathing heavily and panting deeply, Ben said, "okay, here's another definite note: Don't cum on her, unless she's ok with it. When you're going to cum, you can ask her where she wants it. I happen to know where Coco likes it, the mouth being a place which she finds especially naughty. And, generally, girls don't swallow." Tim only heard a few points of this and was absent-minded scribbling, Coco was toying with him, swirling the cum around on her, pushing it in and out of her mouth. A couple drips were on her chin and breasts. She gulped. Tim did too, his face beet red. Ben was sitting on the couch, jeaned and t-shirted, Coco was wearing her panties and top, she laid on him, her head on his chest. He stroked her hair, she nuzzled him. They, and Tim, sipped a cool fruit drink out of a "space drink" pouches. "And afterward," Tim interjected, "what then?" Ben said, "Coco likes to lay on me, as she's demonstrating now. We both like to eat something afterward, which we'll go and do something for dinner, since it's a close enough time now." Coco put in, "I think most girls enjoy a good cuddle, but if they don't, then don't force them. Do whatever she wants in this case." "It's okay," Tim said, then referring to a pillow in his harem, "I've practiced cuddling with my little Rei-chan." Coco groan and pinched her eyes shut, Ben let out a sharp gasp of air and said, "oh geeeezzz, and I touched one of those things." =.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.= The next night, Tim asked if Coco and Ben would follow him and his date around. They'd be doing a standard dinner and movie thing, and although Tim wouldn't be interacting with them, he wanted a safety blanket nearby. Coco and Ben agreed, they'd hold back and observe, acting somewhat like godly overseers. The movie was a generic action, comedy, romance, thriller, mystery and Ben and Coco had forgotten it before they even got back to their car. The restaurant wasn't bad though, Tim had chosen well. Actually, it was quite classy, so Coco had dressed accordingly. She had a long dress on, it was tight, fitting her form from neck to knees, then it flared out, allowing some movement of the lower legs. The dress was black down the front and back, but the sides were red, down to the flare point. Ben could hear the clicking of her shoes, her height was above his, so he knew the shoes underneath that flaring material were quite daring. They got their first look at Tim's date. He was right, she was a cutey. Around Tim's height, maybe an inch or two taller. She was cherub-y in the face, round and topped with a spunky, short hair cut. She had yellow ribbons on her hair, which Tim noticed with some significance of being from an anime. Her clothing was basic for her type of personage, a gray pleated skirt that went down to her ankles, a sweater vest with a white shirt of some kind underneath, and flat, black mules on her feet. When Ben and Coco first sat down, they panicked when the girl pointed at Coco, who's hair was a cascading waterfall of red and black, was quite out-of-place. Coco's eyes were a dark-to-silvery gradient and were looked into by random dinner goers from all around the room. Tim didn't reveal who they were, just agreed with whatever the girl said, apparently finding Coco's look intriguing. They overheard the girl's name, Amanda. Or as Tim would say, audible from a ways away, Ama-chan. The girl actually offered to go back to Tim's apartment, she wanted to see his collection. Her anime knowledge turned out to only be surface deep, but Tim didn't mind. Not many around him would have levels of Japan-a-knowledge that he had, so he had gotten used to others having only a low-level amount of knowledge. Ben and Coco had rushed back home, following on Tim and Amanda's heels. Tim had set up slits in his drapes earlier that day, so his overseeing, voyeuristic and ever approving godly onlookers could peer in and make sure he was doing all right by their teachings. Ben and Coco made the short hope across the balconies outside of the apartments, only about five feet. Ben lept it easily, Coco hovered with some quiet blue magic. They looked into his low lit, pseudo-Asian room. Tim and Amanda were on the couch, a heavy make-out session, Tim's hand was on the girl's small breast, squeezing the little mound of flesh through the layer's of clothing. "C'mon, c'mon, go man go," Coco whispered. They were leaning to one side, out of view of Amanda, Coco bent over and crouching beneath Ben, who's crotch was pressed firmly on Coco's wiggling butt. Well, it seemed this Amanda liked what Tim had to offer as they got up, hand-in-hand and went to his already lit bedroom. Amanda bounced onto the bed, laughing and still amazed at how much stuff was packed into that little room. Tim was beside her and they cuddled and grasped each other, she said something that made Tim blush. He then reached under his bed where Coco had told him to hide the harem of hug pillows. He tossed them onto the bed. Rather than be scared away by the pillows, Amanda seemed to find them hilarious, in a tawdry way. Tim looked as if he resisted the urge to say something like, "ooo, I'd love to see you like this." Coco was surprised, Ben was too, but also impressed. The little guy had really made a splash. It looked like their job was over. Coco hopped back to the other balcony, Ben followed. The embraced under the lite glow of the half-moon above. The cool night air circled around them as Coco pulled Ben's member out of his pants and stroked it. The dress she wore forbade acrobatic actions, such as crouching, so she kissed him and jerked his hard-on. Ben reached around and pulled the zip of the down her back, it opening down to her butt. He spun her around and bent her over the balcony's railing, the "V" of the dresses back shifted down, providing him with just enough room to slip his cock between her legs, entering her moist, hot pussy. They screwed on the balcony quickly, his hand over Coco's mouth, making sure no one, especially Tim and Amanda heard there fervent humping. He came inside her, she shuddered deeply, releasing a moan in her throat. Before she could act, he straightened her and zipped the dress up. "Hur-hur-hur, naughty boy," Coco said, she could feel the cum drip out of her pussy and down her legs, and she could do nothing about it in the tight dress. Ben wrapped his arms around her and held her. They slowly rocked back-and-forth in the faint moonlight, eventually heading inside. =.=.=.=.=.=.=.= "So, that red-headed...black-headed...whatever...headed girl is your next door neighbor?" Amanda asked. Her head was peeking out of the sliding door of Tim's bedroom. He was laying on the floor, his head poking out, she was on top of him, using him as a sort of big, round, warm pillow. "Yeah, I see them do that all the time," he said, nonchalantly, "they're really open like that." "Well, I don't think we can top them for pervishness," she said, getting back up and sitting on the bed above him, "but I think we can still have some fun." Tim rolled over and sat up, her knees were spread a little, and she was slowly pulling up her skirt. Here white cotton panties shown, shadowed under her skirt, a small wet spot noticeable. She said, "so, do you like my pantsu shot?" Coco Dynamo Ch. 04 All of the background detail used up in Part 03 brought all sorts of thoughts and ideas to the surface. I feel the need to expand more on the backgrounds of the two characters of the story, Coco Dynamo and Ben White. So, here are some details and background for them. It deals mostly with their abilities and skills regarding magic and combat. This couldn't really be worked into Part 03, so I decided to write a little essay-style interlude chapter. Also, on these interludes. They'll generally be out-of-canon stories, or out-of-the-current-time-frame stories. Sometimes they'll be sexual, sometimes not. I think, as this story develops, I'll pepper these in here-and-there to help expand on ideas or explain things. * Coco Dynamo's magical ability is mostly natural mixed with many, many hours of practice and research. When she first began using it, the magic was weak and nearly formless. Now she can produce a wide variety of energy forms. The earliest thing she learned to create, and something she continues to make today, is a small bit of heat and light produced from her fingertips. It's five points of light, that each create luminance equal to an LED and heat around 100 degrees Fahrenheit, slightly warmed than the human body. The most complex spell, is a shockwave about the size of a person. It requires Coco to create a large arcane symbol and then move her whole body in a building wave, followed by pushing the energy with her body, through her hands, through the symbol, and out. She rarely uses the term spell for these abilities. Spell, to her, sounds too much like a childish term. She prefers Invocation, Evocation, Magic, Arcane Power, or something in the like, but expedience and ease-of-use sometimes dictate the terms of technical usage, so Spell pops up a lot when referring to her magic. There are two primary requirements to Coco creating a piece of arcane power, they are (1) bodily movement and (2) runic/arcane symbol creation. If she cannot do either of these, for whatever reason, she cannot cast the spell. If she's physically disabled, by being tied up, held down, pined down, bound, chained, on-a-rack, handcuffed, or in any other kinky tie up not listed here, she can only make basic spells. Also, if she cannot create or access runic or arcane symbols the spells lose their kick. She mostly creates them with her blue arcane energy, which can hang in the air in front of her, or be drawn on to surfaces, for a short period of time. She can also pre-draw these symbols, on paper, in dirt, on a wall, plastic, floor, ceiling, chair, table, or whatever. The complexity and positioning of the symbols determines the effects and power of the spell. A few common spells that Coco uses include several variations on shockwaves, power waves, energy transfers, screens, platforms, and maneuvering spells. The color of the energy is blue, which Coco finds soothing and reassuring. She only uses the color blue in her magic, despite red being her favorite color and the color of her hair and costumes. Some examples here follow: Blue Fireball -- Using one hand, she forms a simple circle with little symboling used. She then thrusts her hand into the circle, sending a ball of blue flames at a high speed. This can vary in strength based on arcane invocation and body movement. Shockwave -- Coco creates a circle of runic symbols about twice the size of her torso. She then thrusts her hands through this, sometimes with a forceful spin of her body, sending a wave of energy through the air. The energy is a ripple with hints of blue and moves with a crushing force. This can vary in strength based on arcane invocation and body movement. Hovering -- The bottoms Coco's feet/shoes glow blue, and produce a subtle force that can raise her above the ground. The height at which she floats is determined by how much energy she forces downward. She can never reach high speeds of flight, but can hover for an extended period. The most common time she uses this is to augment her running or jumping. It's simple and easy for her to do. Hand Hovering -- Like with the energy around her feet, Coco can generate a similar energy with her hands. She mainly uses this to maneuver and right herself in the air when falling, but can also use it for moving swiftly in a cartwheel or tumble. Screening -- Coco can form an energy shield around her (in a bubble) or directly in front of her (a flat shield that hovers). This grants temporary protection from almost everything, but breaks if it is hit with too much. She has several other spells and magic-based abilities in her arsenal, but these are the primaries. The final aspect of Coco's magic is the ability to learn new things. She has two ways of doing this, (1) she studies and learns something from research, which takes time and effort, and (2) she pick-ups up a magic extension of some kind. These are exceedingly rare and can only be sensed, found, and used by an arcane initiate, like Coco (and rarely, Ben). Both types of expansions can add either power or effects to her magic. Effects include stunning, blinding, freezing, burning, loud sonic booms which deafen, and others. Coco's main weakness is her lack of hand-to-hand skill. She can't defend herself that well when the enemy is able to prevent her casting. This can sometimes be a problem when she is alone, but with Ben around, she has a meatshield. Ben White is a martial artist. In addition to his various hobbies and nerd-isms, he studies several forms of physical fighting. Aggripa fencing, Liechtenauer sword usage, Eskrima, Jujitsu, and Krav Maga. He mostly tries to glean practical knowledge from the various forms of fighting, leaving the spiritual and mediational elements out. Since he was a boy, he was obsessed with martial arts, finding knights on horseback, Chinese Kung Fu movies, and Hollywood over-the-top fight scenes to be quite fetching. His like of the material was combined with bullying events throughout middle and high school, which caused him to take Karate lessons. He found, however, that these classes didn't help him to defend himself. The teacher seemed to focus too much on the exercise and spiritual benefits of martial arts rather than the self-defense aspects. "If you want to learn how to defend yourself," the teacher would say, "go buy a gun." Ben's need for self preservation happened to coincide with the rise in popularity of this thing called "The Internet". Using various search engines, he found information on more martial arts then he could count, including the self defense style of the Israeli military, called Krav Maga. There happened to be a school near him and he enrolled for classes. After just a few weeks, he had the class mastered. One day soon after, a bully approached him, after school in a hallway full of students, and Ben promptly had the larger kid on the ground in a knot of pure pain. Since schools are all zero tolerance, at this point in time, Ben got to spend two weeks sleeping in and eating homemade lunches. At the end of the two weeks, he had to go to a special panel of school board officials who would decide whether or not to expel him. Luckily, he was on the defensive and despite the arguments of the other kid's redneck, ignorant, po-dunk parents, he was allowed to remain in school. The other bullies taunted him but didn't fuck with him from then on. After high school and during college, Ben expanded his training to include weapons. He learned to use improvised weapons and began to use long blades. The improvised weapons were things like pipes, chairs, trash cans, trash can lids, coat sleeves, couch cushions, rolled-up magazines, rolled-up newspapers (when he could find them as they were growing increasingly rare), several forms of cups, glasses, and mugs, and pens of various description. The long blades, commonly called swords, were his favorite though. He loved swingin' a huge broadsword around and did nothing to hide the phallic nature of sword fighting. He learned Aggripa style fencing, which combined mathematics and physics with swordplay, along with brute force Germanic sword work. Eskrima allowed him to work with dual wielding and to use his hands and arms in multi-tasking rolls, working independently of one another. Ben has a little arcane power, most of it has been rubbed off from Coco Dynamo. Perhaps he'll expand this power in the future. His weakness is range. He can only fight in melee and can't deal with far off enemies. When Coco around, this is no problem for him, as he can defend her while she launches magical artillery. His martial arts would eventually lead to his meeting Coco Dynamo, but that's another story for another time. On the bookshelf of Ben and Coco's apartment storeroom is a book called "The 101 Positions of the Kama Sutra". This book sits next to a plethora of other sex manuals, naughty books, adult magazines, and pin-up books. Ben and Coco had a normal relationship, well, as normal a relationship as a mage and fighter could have when dealing with paranormal and monster events. Coco always has an internal fire burning, and at some level, she's always ready to jump Ben's bones. Ben does his best to keep up with her, usually in the form of a new position or sexual activity. Their room has a sex swing bolted to the ceiling and a collapsible brass pole to give Coco something to grind against, sort of like a human "scratching post". Coco has a giant costume collection, which includes a huge sub-group of lingerie and fancy underthings. Both Ben and Coco are fairly acrobatic in bed, able to keep positions for a long while. The books and video they use for things are many, and heavily re-watched and sticky paged. Though they are sexual adventurous, they are in a strict monogamist relationship. Neither of them are comfortable with the idea of swinging or swapping. Ben has been known to get quite angry when people try to advance on Coco, and Coco has a fear of being taken advantage of. Magic in the bedroom happens occasionally. Usually, Coco uses hovering abilities or heat-generating spells to give Ben a little extra burst of sexually excitement. Ben's martial arts have given him a high amount of stamina, especially in his legs, which are toned and muscled from sword fighting. So, that's some more on Coco Dynamo and Ben White. Ben is a warrior style character with a background heavily based around European swordplay, Filipino stickplay/maceplay, and Israeli hand-to-hand fighting. Coco is a mage, manipulating arcane and mysterious energies to create powerful effects and spells. Sexually, they are very developed and open to new experiences, but do not wish to share each other. * Coming to a dirty story near you! See! Coco Dynamo in Space! Ben White Battles Ice Demons! And! The Wonders of Human Cloning!