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Rashōmonster	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +1 through F > Big Hero 6 Views: 4357 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Hero 6: The Series or its characters. I received no payment for writing this story.

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Chapter 3: The Why of It
Hiro had no idea what to expect as he slipped into the Ito Ishioka Robotics building in his Big Hero 6 suit. His best guess was that Karmi was being held hostage in her lab; that would explain why she’d told him to come alone. Could it be Momakase again? No, taking the same person hostage twice didn’t seem like her style. But who else could it be? Baron von Steamer probably didn’t even know who Karmi was. And none of the team’s other currently at-large enemies, like High Voltage and Noodle Burger Boy, had a history of hostage-taking. Was it someone new?
As he moved down the hall, avoiding the security cameras, he wondered if he’d made a mistake agreeing to come alone. He’d feel better if he had Baymax with him, at least. But he couldn’t have brought Baymax anyway; having spent all of last night at the hospital with Fred, the robot was now on his charger at home.
Hiro reached the door of Karmi’s lab and put his ear to it. He didn’t hear anyone talking inside, but he thought he might have heard movement.
Taking a deep breath, he flung open the door, preparing to dive out of the way in case the hostage-taker was pointing a weapon his way. But all he saw was Karmi. The girl was standing in front of her desk in a white lab coat—an old, stained one, which was buttoned up almost to the collar.
“Karmi,” Hiro said in the deepest voice his pubescent vocal cords could manage. “What’s the emergency?”
“I need to know,” Karmi replied urgently, “does your helmet protect you against airborne pathogens?”
“No,” Hiro replied. “Why?”
Karmi didn’t answer; she just raised her fisted hand and hurled a glass vial to the floor at Hiro’s feet. Green gas billowed up from the broken vial. Hiro fell to his knees, coughing and gasping.
Karmi was once again quite pleased with herself. Not only had she gotten her hands on Wasabi’s sat-upon mystery package shortly after the incident the previous night, but at the hospital, she’d managed to swipe one of the three tubes of blood that a tech had drawn from Wasabi. Karmi hadn’t planned to do steal the blood sample, but when the opportunity presented itself, she realized that she could learn a lot more about what had happened to Wasabi than the doctors would from their hopelessly incomprehensive toxicology screen. All she’d had to do was find a plastic bag and some ice, both of which were readily available at a nearby nurses’ station.
And indeed, Karmi’s analysis had revealed a great deal. The package had contained a complex mutagen—one that could easily cause temporary but dramatic anatomic and physiologic changes. She had found metabolites of this substance in Wasabi’s blood, the analysis of which had led Karmi to conclude that if the dose of the mutagen had been larger, or if the recipient had been physically smaller, both the transformative and the amnestic effects of the chemical would have been even more potent.
Now, she watched as Captain Cutie’s body grew, his muscles enlarging until they tore through his suit. But although his eyes turned red and his incisors elongated into fangs, his head remained encased in his helmet.
This was fine with Karmi; right now, Captain Cutie’s head was the part of him that interested her the least. In contrast, she stared eagerly at his groin as his pants tore away to reveal a cock the likes of which Karmi had only seen in pornographic images online, and probably digitally manipulated images at that.
“Oh, wow, yes,” Karmi breathed.
She took a step back so that she was mere centimeters from her desk. Then she said, “Now, come take what you want.”
His transformation complete, the Cutie-monster looked at her, breathing audibly. Then he stepped forward, seized the lapels of her lab coat, and effortlessly ripped the white garment open, sending clear-plastic buttons cascading across the lab floor—and revealing that Karmi was stark naked underneath it. Her small breasts with their petite brown nipples were upturned with arousal, and the girl’s face and neck flushed a deep red. Karmi put her hands to those warm places, then ran them down her body, over her perky little breasts and stiff nipples, her flat stomach with its tiny oval of a navel, and her hips, which hadn’t quite developed their full womanly shape but were definitely on their way.
“Do you like my body?” Karmi said breathlessly.
She knew he wouldn’t respond in words; if the mutagen was working in the way Karmi expected, Captain Cutie’s brain had temporarily devolved to a preverbal state. But that was just fine with her, as it was a nonverbal response she was looking for.
And indeed, she got it. Captain Cutie’s large hands went to her bare waist; then one moved around to her back to hold her steady while his other hand groped her small, firm breasts. Karmi grinned open-mouthed, breathing harder as her Captain Cutie did as he pleased with her body.
Then, even more exciting, his big hand left her breasts and traveled down her stomach. Karmi slid her left foot to the side, widening her stance in anticipation. Sure enough, his hand went to that hot place between her thighs, and her beast-lover made a low growl of lust.
“Yes,” Karmi murmured breathily as the beast fondled her. “Yes, you know what you want. Take it.”
With another low, murring growl, the Cutie-monster took hold of Karmi’s waist and easily lifted the girl onto her desk, sitting her naked ass just at the edge. Then he pushed her legs open wide.
“That’s it…” Karmi murmured. “That’s right…Open me up for you…”
The creature moved between her thighs, and Karmi reached down to take hold of his girthy, throbbing cock. He rumbled pleasedly at the sensation of her hand around his member.
“Let’s put this where it belongs,” Karmi said breathily.
She placed it between her folds, sliding the head downward until it was pressing against her opening. The beast smiled toothily at her, then pushed.
“Aaaaahhhhhhh…” Karmi sighed.
The beast’s cock was both thick and long, so it pleasurably stretched each and every inch of Karmi’s love-tunnel as the beast pushed it farther and farther in, until his furry hips were pressed against her smooth, soft thighs, which his powerful hands gripped firmly. Then his red eyes looked into hers, and he began pumping her slowly. She grabbed hold of his broad shoulders to keep herself from being pushed backwards by his thrusts, thus ensuring that his cock went balls-deep inside her on each slow but powerful stroke.
“Oh, yesssss,” Karmi breathed. “Oh, Captain Cutie, you’re fucking me…”
The beast made a soft growl of pleasure as he continued pushing his thick member in and out of the girl’s pussy, which gripped him with the strength of Karmi’s desire. Karmi’s hands, too, tightened their grip on his shoulders as the girl began shifting her ass forward and back to meet his thrusts.
This wasn’t Karmi’s first time having sex. Being precocious and inquisitive, she’d first experienced intercourse with a classmate at a summer science program when she was thirteen. The boy had been enthusiastic, but for Karmi, the reality had not lived up to the hype. Which was why she hadn’t even bothered trying again until this unexpected opportunity came along.
But this experience was definitely living up to the hype. The Cutie-beast’s cock had enough circumference to stretch her vaginal tunnel substantially, which was stimulating in and of itself but which also created tension in the tissues around her clitoris. As a result, every movement of his cock inside her provided dual stimulation—inside and out, as it were.
But it wasn’t just his size. It was the way he looked at her with those red eyes, full of lust and desire. It made Karmi feel wanted…desired…fuckable.
As her body moved with his, she got lost in those eyes. God, if only he could look at her like that all the time. She wouldn’t even be able to help herself; she would strip off her clothes and spread her legs for him any time day or night if he would just look at her the way he was looking at her now.
Their mating became more ardent, more urgent. Soon they were panting in rhythm with each other, their bodies working harder to squeeze more pleasure from their coupling.
“Yes,” Karmi grunted. “Yes, don’t stop…”
Hearing the animalistic rasp in her own voice pushed Karmi’s arousal to an even higher level. Being so cerebral, with a mind that frequently dealt in abstracts, Karmi sometimes longed to feel something primal, to let the animal side of her humanity come out. Now, it was coming out in spades, and Karmi felt a kind of freedom and bestial joy that she had never experienced, had never allowed herself to experience.
“Fuck me,” she growled again, her legs wrapping around his waist. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”
In preparation for tonight, Karmi had borrowed four sound-dampening devices from a senior who studied acoustics and was a huge fan of Karmi’s Big Hero 6 fanfics. The young woman had been more than happy to loan Karmi her equipment when the sophomore told her it was for research for her next chapter. Karmi would figure out later how to work sound-suppression into her story.
By placing one of these devices on each wall, Karmi had effectively soundproofed her lab. So she had no compunctions about making noise as Captain Cutie began fucking her vigorously—so hard that the contents of her desk beneath her rattled with every savage thrust.
“Oh God!” Karmi shouted. “Oh yes! Fuck me, Captain Cutie! Fuck me!”
The monster grunted and snarled in her ear as he pounded her pussy like the beast he was.
Not even in control of her own words anymore, Karmi screamed, “Cum inside me! CUM INSIDE ME!”
The beast roared and thrust in deep, and Karmi could actually feel the immense torrent of hot seed flood into her and then she was screaming and thrashing and shrieking as an ecstasy beyond her wildest imaginings overtook her and wracked her body with unbearable pleasure.
When it was over, Karmi was panting, and the beast was, too. She was still holding him with her arms and legs, and he lifted her up off her desk and held her to him, his cock still inside her. Against her bare skin, she could feel his chest expand and contract with every breath.
“Ohhhh, Captain Cutie…” she breathed.
He softened and fell out of her, and then he put her down so that she was standing in front of him. One of his big hands went to her slender ass, moving up and down the curve of it.
“You like that part, huh?” Karmi said with a smile.
She turned around to give him better access, and then both his big hands were on her ass, caressing, squeezing, fondling.
“Ooooh, yeah, you know what you like,” Karmi replied.
Being the object of the Cutie-beast’s lustful desire was starting to turn Karmi on again. And it seemed that touching her like this was having the same effect on him, because soon his erect cock was poking her ass as the beast continued fondling her.
“Oh, wow,” Karmi said breathily. “Ready for more already?”
He didn’t answer her, of course—he just ripped her open lab coat completely off of her body with his clawed hands, leaving Karmi standing in a pile of white shreds, fully naked except for her shoes. Then he pushed her against her desk, bending her over it, and lay his heavy torso on top of hers, his furry, muscular chest pressing against her bare back.
Now that she knew what it felt like to be fucked by the monster-ized Captain Cutie, Karmi was more than interested in having seconds. And the sooner, the better.
“Believe it or not,” she panted, “that’s all the foreplay I need. Let’s fuck, like breeding animals. Mount me like I’m a bitch in heat.”
The beast grabbed hold of her ass, spreading her open wide. She felt his cockhead prodding her, looking for her entrance.
“Come on,” she murmured, “that’s it, keep trying, you’re close, you’re so close, you’re- HAAAAAAH!”
The beast’s cock had found a target, but not the one Karmi had expected. Instead, his thick member was now halfway buried in her asshole.
“Wait, no, that’s the wrong hole!” Karmi cried.
But the beast didn’t know or care. His cock was slicked with his cum and Karmi’s natural lube, so he continued to push in, making Karmi grit her teeth and moan with discomfort as her little hole was stretched open wide. He didn’t stop until his cock was completely buried in her bowels, his heavy balls pressed against her pussy.
“Oh God,” Karmi whimpered. “Oh God…”
The beast began thrusting slowly. The sensation was overwhelming; Karmi had never felt so filled by anything in all her life.
It would have hurt if the Cutie-beast weren’t taking it so slow. As he thrust into her depths again and again, he breathed hotly in her ear, and his strong, clawed hands gripped her ass like it was a precious treasure that he wasn’t about to let go of.
This was not what Karmi had thought she was signing up for. But she had wanted Captain Cutie to take control of her, and he definitely had. So as the hero-turned-monster pushed his cock up her ass again and again, she became increasingly turned on.
As a result, each thrust brought a little less discomfort and a little more pleasure than the one before it. Karmi reached back, pushing her hand between the desk and her hip, and began rubbing her clit.
“Ooooh,” she murmured. “There we go…”
Being effectively pinned to her desk, Karmi wasn’t able to contribute much to the act of fucking. But her hips and ass shifted in a continuous micro-undulation, using what little freedom of movement they had to contribute to her pleasure. Her free hand slid beneath her chest to fondle one of her small breasts.
“Yes,” she murmured, her eyes closed and her lips parted. “Yes…”
This went on for a good while. Karmi didn’t know how long, nor did she care, as long as it didn’t stop. But at some point, the beast straightened up, lifting his weight up off her back. Then he took hold of her hips and started fucking her faster.
“Oh, fuck…” Karmi moaned, her clit-rubbing finger picking up its pace. “Oh fuck yes…yes, fuck my ass…”
He sped up more and more until he was pounding her, his big balls slapping against her pussy and his hips against her ass every time his cock plunged into her. Karmi whimpered and moaned and gasped, her finger flying around her clit in a race toward her climax.
“RrrrraaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” the monster roared, and when Karmi felt a cumload every bit as huge as the first flood into her depths, she screamed loud and long as she came along with him.
This time, when the beast finished, he didn’t just pull out of her; he fell over backwards and landed heavily on the floor. And in the several seconds it took for Karmi to even partly catch her breath and then turn around to look at him, his body was already beginning to shrink back into its human form.
Karmi quickly grabbed two emergency tampons from her purse and shoved one up each of her freshly fucked holes to stop the flow of cum. Then she snatched up a biohazard suit she kept in the lab and zipped it up over her naked body.
As Karmi watched Captain Cutie become human again, she realized that was her chance to find out his secret identity. God, she hoped it wasn’t Alastair Krei; the one man she could think of who might have the tech to create something like Big Hero 6. But he definitely didn’t seem like the hero type, and he was too tall, anyway. Then who could it be? She was literally on tiptoe for a moment before she squatted down next to his head and reached to pull his helmet off.
Then he stirred.
Karmi snatched her hand back before Captain Cutie could see her reaching for his helmet. Then, thinking quickly, she grabbed her good lab coat and threw it over his nude body.
“Nggghhh…” the young hero groaned. “Where- Where am I? What…happened?”
Thankfully, he seemed to have the amnesia that Karmi had expected the mutagen to induce. Which was why she already had a cover story prepared.
“Oh, Captain Cutie!” she cried, pulling him up into a kneeling embrace. “You saved me! I thought Yama’s thugs were going to capture you, too, but you outsmarted them.”
“I did?”
“It was amazing. But you got a pretty good dose of that sleep gas they used; you should probably go rest up.”
“Uh…yeah. Yeah, I’ll do that. Thanks, Karmi.”
Hiro got up, pulling the lab coat around himself. He wasn’t sure what had happened to his suit, but right now, he was too tired and loopy to ask. He just wanted to go home and go to bed. Despite what he’d apparently just gone through, he felt oddly relaxed as he stumbled out the door.
As Karmi watched him go, she felt a pang of guilt over what she’d done. Yes, the Cutie-beast seemed to have enjoyed himself, but did that really compensate for the fact that she’d transformed him without his knowledge or consent?
But it was probably okay, because none of this had been Karmi’s idea. And surely, the person she most admired and respected in all the world wouldn’t encourage her to do something that was genuinely wrong.
Karmi turned around and opened her desk drawer to look at the twenty-by-twelve-by-five-centimeter box she’d received a few hours before, whose mailing label bore the Sycorax logo. Then she reread the note that had been included in the package.
To my favorite intern,
Sorry for the mishap yesterday. Here’s a little something to use the next time you meet your ‘Captain Cutie.’ Be discreet, and have fun!
XO (but in a way that acknowledges your intelligence and professionalism),
Liv Amara
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Thanks for reading! A few author notes:
--This story is based on the plot of Akira Kurosawa’s famous 1950 film Rashōmon, which in turn was based on Ryūnosuke Akutagawa’s 1922 short story “In a Grove.” Interestingly, Akutagawa wrote another short story that was actually titled "Rashōmon" but that had a completely different plot. For his film, Kurosawa combined the title and a few minor details from the "Rashōmon" short story with the plot of “In a Grove.”
--In the original story, the three main characters each tell their own version of what happened when a bandit ran across a woodcutter and his wife. Their stories are inconsistent, suggesting that at least two and maybe all three of them are lying -- just as all three of the characters involved in Fred's accident lie to Professor Granville.
--In the original tale, the woodcutter has been killed and tells his side of the story via a medium. Baymax performs this function in “Rashōmonster.”
--This story is a fanfic in which a character (Karmi) writes a fanfic of another fanfic. That's about as meta as I will ever dare to get. :)
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