Ryoko had come to the conclusion that this planet was weird.
There was a clearing near her cave that was a popular spot for making love. Being near the “demon” seemed to add a little thrill to the act for some people. Between the events in that clearing and the pillow talk before and after, she knew this place had a society built on slavery and a fascination with sex. Slavery wasn’t an uncommon practice on primitive, isolated worlds or worlds outside the reach of the GP. Most cultures had something they did or promoted to a degree that seemed odd to outsiders. Sex was more understandable than some of the cultural obsessions she had heard about. On the other hand, while social skills and social dynamics weren’t her strong point, it had occurred to Ryoko that she might be overestimating the sex mania since she was listening to pillow talk.
That she might be underestimating the depth of the obsession had been inconceivable.
Her initial wrestling match with the pink furball went more the furball’s way than hers. Nuku Nuku (she had been shouting her name with half her attacks) was actually a bit stronger than she was. Then there was the unusual nature of some of those attacks she was shouting about. Nuku Nuku Nipple Nipper? Furry Foot Job Frenzy? Full-Body Cat’s Tongue Bath? Ryoko wasn’t sure she would call them effective, but they were…distracting, and she couldn’t get her head in the game.
The Pussy-Eats-Pussy maneuver left her zigzagging through the air, with her opponent wrapped around her and a tongue of wet sandpaper probing between her thighs. Eventually, Ryoko pulled her wits together enough to go intangible and let her opponent fall through her to the ground. Gaining a little more altitude for safety, she gathered energy for her bolts to destroy the nasty little sex kitten. Those bits were for Tenchi and no one else was going to try for them and get away with it.
Then she heard the cheering.
Over several centuries of piracy under Kagato, a lot of people had seen her in action. Many of them had died, and most of the survivors became survivors by running away. People screaming and fleeing before her was a defining characteristic of her universe. Now she looked around the neighborhood and saw people on the roofs of the houses, cheering and waving at her. Some of them were yelling encouragement for Nuku Nuku, most seemed to reveling in the fight for its own sake, but a few were actually cheering her on. Admittedly, they were cheering for “blue-hair” or “spiky” but it was clear they meant her.
That was a strange experience by itself, but she could now see that this sort of spectator activity was a common occurrence in this area. She had noticed the decks, platforms, and a few small towers on those houses and in those yards as she was looking for Tenchi earlier, but she had been thinking of them as some sort of defensive arrangement. Now it was clear that these structures served to give the neighbors a good view of events in (or at least over) this compound, along with a place to set up chairs and snack tables and a few futons as they watched the fight.
Yet another layer of weirdness came from the other activities starting up. In an empty lot next to the compound, a crowd gathered under a large banner reading, “Shikima Appreciation Society.” Few of them were wearing any clothing and all of them were waving at her and gesturing for her to come down and join them. A lot across the street had more banners proclaiming it to be “Ichi’s Interdimensional Indenturement Emporium” offering “Rental or Leasing at Reasonable Rates” and “Contractually Guaranteed Standards of Service and Mastery.” Under those banner were a number of naked females, some chained, some obviously non-human, and a few in portable versions of the restraint frames she had recently blown up in the yard below. A handful of naked, non-human males in similar restraints rounded out the collection. The guy in a cape and leather pouch, who she assumed to Ichi, raised a megaphone when he saw her looking his way, and began shouting something about market opportunities and being her sales agent. Continuing to revolve in midair, she saw booths selling octopoid plushies and adult toys. More people were converging on the region. Here and there, individuals held up signs saying “Welcome” or “Take me.” Houses erected their own banners proclaiming, “Ravishment Opportunities: Inquire Within.”
Ryoko couldn’t make up her mind which was weirder: what the people were doing or this many people who looked glad to see her.
Taking all this in distracted Ryoko enough for Nuku Nuku to build up some momentum, and ricochet off the house for the altitude needed to reach her. Furry fingers managed to snag one of the short chains hanging from the ankle shackles the pirate still wore. Ryoko teleported away and higher, making sure to take the shackles but not the kitty with her when she did so. She liked those shackles. As ornamentation, they seemed to suit her, and she knew Tenchi had gotten a real charge out of putting them on her and seeing her in them. With that thought, she recalled her reason for being here in the first place. There was no sign of him in the garden below. Hopefully, he was off getting the sword, and if he wasn’t, she could hunt him down later. Right now, there was a pink pussy to put down. If these folks wanted to cheer, they might as well know whom they were cheering for.
Constellations of red stars appeared against a darkening sky, then became shooting stars directed into the hands of the woman floating overhead. A bright red moon joined the sun that was also reddening a bit as it edged towards the horizon. The woman, trailing chains of a failed captivity, held the light over her head and was silhouetted in its radiance. Sparks flew from the spikes of her hair and small scarlet lightning bolts began arcing around her body as the moon in her hands worked its way towards sun status. Her voice was low, but carried over the noise of the crowd and the celebration forming around her, “I am Ryoko! Demon of the Masaki shrine! After 700 years, I’m free and I want some PAYBACK!” A crimson rain of destruction fell upon the Natsume compound, and the crowd went wild.
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