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Otto Time Cafe: Disturbia	By : DeusExProcella Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 3519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Like a Thief in the Night
- 2-To Consume You
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Otto Time Cafe:

To Consume You
The day had been...long, to say the least. The week seemed determine to get hotter every day, with the evenings pushing the boundaries of discomfort. With a long, drawn out yawn, Blossom turned up her fan and collapsed back into her bed. For a moment, she closed her eyes.
His face flashed in front of her, flushed and wild with passion.
Blossom's eyes snapped open. She rolled over onto her side, face flushed and belly doing somersaults.
Had that really happened?
How did that happen?
With a frustrated sigh, she snatched her pillow and buried her still flushing face in its cool material. What had she been thinking? Invading Aku's dreams...oh, but...it had been the most amazing thing she'd ever experienced. She shivered; she could practically feel his strong hands caressing her body, hot with anticipation and desperate for more. Even if it was only a dream, she'd...they'd...she and Aku had made love.
How many times? Even now, after the fact, she couldn't remember just how long they'd writhed in each others embrace. After the first time she'd...Blossom blushed. The first time, she'd lost track of time itself. As vivid as some parts were, the entirety of the dream was fading, as dreams did. She sighed again, this time in defeat.
“But, you saw his dream, didn't you?” she pointed out. She'd seen the way Aku thought of Him, the way they'd been...well, doing things he certainly hadn't done with her when she arrived. He'd only approached her because she was there, herself, not a fantasy of his. Despite that realization, and her own nervousness, she'd gone out of her way to visit the cafe today. There they were, the funny, but lovely couple they always were. Aku went out of his way to tease her, more than he normally would, but, she saw the way he still looked at Him.
Him was Aku's fantasy, not Blossom.
“I wish I could see him again...like that,” she tightened her hold on her pillow, shivering, smiling. If she could see him again, she'd do things different. She wouldn't be so nervous, so cautious. Maybe if...maybe if she visited him again, he'd be waiting for her? Maybe he'd teach her more about what love was. Blossom sighed wistfully and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling.
Her eyes were starting to get heavy, a combination of working herself up, and the humidity. There were so many things she'd do differently, she thought. She wouldn't be afraid. She wouldn't be so silly and stupid.
“Maybe I should visit him again?” she pondered. Would he get mad if she invaded his dream again? She could barely remember the details of the night before, but...they hadn't parted on bad terms, had they? And what had Aku said earlier today?
“Good afternoon, Sakura-chan! I trust your sleep was most...invigorating?”
“Wha-What...what is that supposed to mean!?”
“Did you not sleep well? Were your dreams not most...pleasurable?”
“I...th-that's none of your business, you c-creep!”
“Is that so? Well, if you ever wished to make it Aku's business, I'm sure he would be most...accommodating,”
“Sh-sh...shut up already!”
“Accommodating...” she muttered out loud. Surely he didn't mean...but, what if he did? She grumbled and sat up, staring drearily at her window. But, what if she was reading too into it? He could have just been teasing her, like he always did. Although, if it was an invitation, was she supposed to go back again tonight? Was that too soon? Maybe he needed a night to his own dreams, but, he wouldn't say something if he didn't want her to come back, right?
Blossom was breathing heavier; she swallowed and bit her lip, “Maybe, I should,” she whispered. She rubbed her legs together, futilely trying to dull the fluttering spreading from her stomach, fanning the heat in her center.
“I'm going to do it,” she declared, pumping her fists excitedly. It had been an invitation! He wanted to see her again! And she definitely wanted to see Aku again. Stifling her eager giggles, Blossom slid under her covers and took a deep breath. It took several minutes, listening to her clock tick-tock tick on the wall, listening to the warm wind blowing in through her window, listening to her own heart beat thump in the dark.
But, it wasn't too long before Blossom's breathing evened out and she began to snore softly, a giddy smile on her face.
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Blossom groaned and fumbled around blindly, trying to find the source of the irritating buzz. She peeked her eyes open and sat up, yawning and brushing her hair out of her face. Her alarm?
“What?” Blossom blinked several times, picking up her alarm clock and staring at it. Her eyes snapped open; she squealed and jumped out of bed, nearly dropping face first into the floor, tangled up in her blankets, “Oh no!” she cried, “I'm going to be late for school! No! No! No!”
She'd slept through the entire night without even dreaming!? Blossom wanted to cry in frustration, quickly showering and throwing herself together, rushing out the door. The Professor was nowhere to be seen, neither were her sisters. She was really running late! Doing her best to not cause too much collateral damage, she flew to school as fast as she could, gasping for air when she landed outside her classroom door.
“I made it...” she panted, slipping inside and taking her seat at the front of the class. She shuffled uncomfortably, adjusting her dress and fixing her hair. She had to look terrible, she thought. Even if she was a hard sleeper, Blossom had never once been late for school. She never slept through her alarm...why this time?
“Bubbles? Buttercup?” She looked around, trying to find her sisters somewhere. Their first class was the only one they shared...but, they were nowhere to be found, “Hey, where are my sisters?” she asked the person next to her. That's funny, she thought, she didn't recognize the boy.
“Huh? I dunno, are you sure you're in the right room?” he asked. Blossom looked around the room, realizing she didn't recognize anyone. Oh no, she thought. She was late!
Blossom started to get up, but the door opened and her teacher strolled in, briefcase tucked under his arm. She gasped and fell back in her seat, staring in disbelief. What was he doing here? Was he a teacher? Did he even have a degree?
“Good morning, class!” Aku called, taking his seat and sipping a steaming hot cup of coffee. He peered over his newspaper, a smile slowly spreading across his lips, “What's this? We have a new student, I see...” he chuckled and set his newspaper down. Blossom turned bright red, feeling every eye in the room on her. She swallowed and looked around, but she didn't recognize a single person in the room. Blossom looked up and gasped, sinking a little deeper into her seat. Aku was standing right in front of her, his nose nearly touching hers.
“I'm um...I wasn't...I...I can l-leave?” she hadn't meant for it to be a question. Aku laughed, the class joined him. She wished she could shrink and vanish into a hole. She had been sure this was her classroom! How did she get that wrong? And how did she not know Aku was a teacher?!
“That will not be necessary, behold! You've been transferred to my class,” Aku explained, revealing a class roster, showing that Blossom was, in fact, sitting in the correct seat. She cocked her head in confusion, slowly looking back up at her new teacher. Her mouth fell open, and her body quaked, when he lightly caressed her cheek.
“I am? I-I mean I have?” She squeaked. Aku smirked and stalked around her desk, lightly running his fingers across her bare shoulder. Blossom whimpered, biting her lip.
“You have, and it is most gracious of you to bless us with such a unique uniform,” He commented, returning to his desk. Blossom was confused at first, but a wave of terror flooded through her when she realized what she was wearing. Her blouse was sleeveless, and too short to cover her midriff. And her skirt! She may as well not even be wearing one! It was too short! Blossom's face heated up. She could hear her classmates snickering around her.
She did her best to try to stretch her skirt, but it was no use. She bit back bitter tears and refused to look away from her desk. So stupid, she was so stupid! How had she accidentally put this on? Even if she'd been late, she should have dressed appropriately!
“I c-c-c...” she tried to speak, but was shaking too much. Taking several deep breaths, swallowing more hot tears, she cleared her throat, “I c-can ch-ch...change...” she replied in a weak voice. Aku and the classroom lit up with laughter. Blossom hugged herself, wishing she could just disappear.
“That will not be necessary! We will continue as planned!” Aku launched into a lecture, something about history or math, maybe even science. Blossom realized she didn't even have a notebook, or any pens or pencils. Steeling her nerves she leaned over to the boy next to her.
“C-Could I um...have some paper and something to write with?” she pleaded.
“Sakura-chan!” Aku called, halting the lesson abruptly. The color drained from Blossom's face, “There is no talking in Aku's class, save your silliness for once the day is over,” he scolded her. Blossom opened her mouth, trying to find the words to explain. Anything to let him know she wasn't trying to be a distraction! She wanted to pay attention! She loved school! But...as he continued the lesson, Blossom just couldn't keep up with him. He was either speaking too fast or, she realized part way through, speaking in another language. Maybe Japanese?
Aku paused, snapping his book shut and observing a problem on the board.
“Who can show the class the answer?” he called. Blossom suddenly felt every eye on her. She looked around, noticing that everyone was pointing at her.
“What?! But, I...”
“Very well! Sakura-chan, approach the board!” Aku declared. She started to stand up, but she heard snickering behind her and felt a breeze. Blossom sat down and snapped her hands down, tugging at her skirt with tears in her eyes.
She wasn't wearing underwear.
“I c-can't,” she cried. Aku stroked his beard and glared at her. Blossom shook her head and lowered her eyes down to her desk, “I'm s-s-sorry, I c-can't,” Aku chuckled and shook his head.
“We learn much from defeat, Sakura-chan! Come to the board!” Aku insisted. Shaking, her heart pounding like an engine in her chest, Blossom slid to her feet, still trying to keep her skirt pulled down to save whatever remained of her dignity. Still, she heard her new classmates start to laugh and giggle. She could almost feel them pointing at her.
The unfortunate Powerpuff girl stopped at the board and stared at the problem. The letters and numbers jumped around at random. She was stricken breathless when she felt Aku pressed against her. She whimpered softly when his hand slid up her skirt. Blossom panted, shuffling her feet. His hand caressed her behind so gently, but so incessantly. If thinking had been hard before, it was impossible now. Worse, she felt a bulge in his pants, pressing against her. Aku leaned forward, breathing into her ear.
“Come now, Sakura-chan, surely it isn't difficult for one of your intellect,” he teased, nipping at her ear. Blossom squeaked and her hands flew to her mouth, smothering a trembling moan. Her classmates were catcalling, whistling. Blossom tried to write on the board, but she hadn't realized how high he'd written the problem. She started to float, but Aku gave her neck a nip and her legs nearly turned to jelly.
“No powers in the classroom, Sakura-chan,” he chastised. Blossom bit her lip and nodded, standing up on her tip-toes, stretching to reach. Someone in the class whistled while Aku slid his hands across her hips. Blossom moaned and gasped. He was so hard, she could feel him pressed up against her ass. One hand slid across her thigh and between her legs, teasingly tracing the lips of her pussy. Blossom made a small sound, a high-pitched cry and collapsed against the whiteboard, a single tear trickling down her leg from her searing sex.
“Is that your best, Sakura-chan?” Aku breathed into her hair. Blossom bit her lip and nodded. She couldn't answer, she couldn't even read the words, or numbers, or symbols, whatever it was, she didn't know the answer. And the low roar of laughter and jeers from the class was becoming unbearable.
“Uh huh,” she moaned. Aku laughed and turned to address the class.
“You see! Little Blossom has learned to accept defeat! Now...surely she has much to learn? Showing up to class dressed in such a provocative manner, failing to heed Aku's teachings, wasting our time with this act, and worse, making a mess of herself,” he scolded. Blossom swallowed hard, squeaking when he spun her around to face the class. Their desks were so close! Everyone was staring at her with wide, leering eyes. She shivered and tried to cover herself.
“You've much to learn, Sakura-chan, Aku would be doing you a disservice were he to not educate you,” Aku explained. Blossom turned to him, trying to find the words to explain herself. She wanted to learn! She wanted to do better! But...it wasn't her fault, she just...
“WAIT!” She screamed when Aku sat down on his desk, pulling her over his lap. He caressed her thighs, his hand creeping higher and higher, pushing up her tiny skirt. Blossom tried to sit up, but she was powerless in his hold. She felt like her face was going to burst into flames! The only thing hotter was the heat blooming between her legs. What was he planning? Her eyes went wide. He wouldn't...not in front of the class!
“Consider this your next lesson, Sakura-chan,” Aku teased. She didn't have time to protest before he spanked her, with a sharp, swift smack. Blossom shrieked, jerking in his lap. The class cheered! Blossom's breathing started to pick up. He couldn't. The next swat was even sharper, sending another jolt of stinging, confusing pain through her. Blossom gasped, sweat breaking out on her brow.
The Powerpuff girl's body rocked in time with his rhythmic swats at her firm ass. Each one hurt worse than the one before, her squeaks becoming shrieks, and her shrieks becoming...rather confused cries. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, but each of her screams was punctuated by a breathless moan. Blossom quivered and ground her hips against his lap, her pussy drooling with desire. The pain mingled with a distant, growing longing.
The class laughed and mocked her now breathless moans, only faintly masked by her cries with each swing of Aku's powerful hand. He paused to blow on his stinging hand. She trembled, sobbing and gasping for breath. Yet, when the pain started to fade, she lifted her backside, as if daring him to keep going. She swallowed and shook her head; it was fading too fast. Why had he stopped, she wondered. She groaned when Aku returned her to her uneasy feet. He wrapped his arm around her back, while she held onto the other to steady herself.
“Do not disappoint Aku again, Sakura-chan, or we may need to revisit this lesson,” he hissed into her ear. Blossom shivered and struggled to keep a smile from her face. She turned, rising up on her toes, suddenly starving for his kiss. Aku avoided her and pushed her toward her desk. Blossom turned to him and whimpered, “Return to your seat, quickly!” he barked. Blossom nodded. She only managed one step before he gave her one last swat on her sore rear, eliciting a squeak from her, one masked in a throaty, longing moan.
“Pay attention, now! You'll be tested at the end of class!” Aku explained, “Long ago, in an distant land...” he continued his lecture, but Blossom couldn't bring herself to pay attention. She clenched her eyes shut and wished she could just be out of this place, back home. His fingers slid through her hair, trailing across her back. His touch was like electricity shooting through her. Blossom clenched her eyes tighter and bit her lip.
She couldn't keep track of where he was. At times, it sounded like his voice was across the room. But then she'd feel his touch, caressing her cheek, or softly touching her lips. Blossom parted her lips; he offered no resistance when she softly kissed his fingers. Aku drifted away again. She cracked her eyes open and looked around.
They were staring at her. She flushed and tried to look down again. Aku caught her chin in his massive hand and tilted her head back. His breath caressed her lips, his own just out of reach. Blossom whimpered. She leaned forward, hungry for his kiss. Aku stopped her, fingers brushing across her lips once more. Blossom kissed him again, suckling on his thumb when it lingered too long near her mouth.
“My, Sakura-chan...that's certainly not school appropriate, don't you think? Are you prepared for your test?” he laughed, his voice low and husky. Blossom swallowed and shook her head.
“I d-don't think, I mean, I was listening I just...” she trailed off, looking down. The paper in front of her was filled with words and blanks and numbers that just couldn't make sense. She could hear her classmates' pencils flying, words burning across the page. One by one, they turned in their papers. Blossom looked around, trying to find a pencil once more. She jumped when the bell rang.
“Ah, ah! You remember the rules, no one is permitted to leave until they've turned in their test! Begone, the rest of you!” Aku reminded the class. Blossom looked up in horror and watched as, one by one, everyone left until she was alone. She gasped, her desk was suddenly pulled close to Aku's. He sat, perched on the side, leering at her.
“I'm so very disappointed, Sakura-chan, you haven't written a single answer,” he chided. Blossom swallowed and clenched her fists.
“Wh-Why? I can't e-even read the words...this is a dream isn't it? You're...you're in my dream,” she said, finally realizing why everything felt so surreal. Aku laughed, stroking his beard.
“So at last you've seen the truth? Yes, you invaded my privacy, so I've invaded yours. Is it not fair?” he asked. Blossom shivered and rubbed her legs together. It was taking all of her willpower to not fly out of her desk at him. She needed him so badly, he owed her so much after she'd put up with his taunting, his constant teasing.
“It's fair...c-can we, can I...Aku, I,” She lost herself and shot from her desk. Aku stopped her, lowering her back to the ground. She groaned and stomped her foot in frustration, “I've played along! I j-just...I just want to...you know...” Blossom blushed and dug her toe into the ground. There went her hopes to act more mature. She was ruining her second chance! Aku tilted her chin up, lightly tracing his finger across her cheek and running his hands through her hair.
“You've not completed your lesson, Sakura-chan. Perhaps for a little...extra credit, Aku will see fit to reward you,”
“Anything! I mean...o-of course! I just...what...extra c-credit?” she asked, her voice getting smaller as she spoke. She relented when he pushed her to her knees. Aku unbuttoned his pants and slid out of them. Like before, Blossom found she couldn't look away from his member, throbbing just inches from her face now.
“Last night, Aku showed you the pleasures of his mouth...for your extra credit, Aku would like to see what you've learned, hm?” he explained. Blossom's breath caught in her throat. He wanted her to...she licked her lips and leaned closer. It was so close now, she thought. She lightly kissed the tip; Aku shivered and groaned, filling her with a new kind of excitement. Blossom's memories flooded back to her, of all the wonderful, amazing things he'd done to her the night before. After only a slightly hesitation, she kissed his head again.
Blossom wrapped her lips around his quivering head, giving it a few test sucks. Aku groaned and dug his fingers into her hair, “Come now, Sakura-chan,” he muttered, “There's no need to be afraid!” he gasped. She massaged his head with her tongue, just as she recalled he'd done to her. He pulled her closer, slipping his cock deeper into her mouth. Blossom moaned and savored every inch of Aku inside of her. She pulled away, once again kissing and titillating his head with her tongue.
“Is this alright?” she asked. She nipped softly along his shaft, Aku's answer lost in a rumbling moan. Fluttering her tongue across his skin, brushing away the trail she'd left behind she slipped his cock in her mouth once more. The way he moaned and pumped his hips excited her, renewing her enthusiasm. Blossom pumped her head along his cock again, receiving a similar response. Aku grabbed her head and rocked his hips in beat with her mouth. Blossom moaned; Aku moaned in response.
“Yes, you're doing fine, Sakura-chan. You're perfect,” he hissed, pumping her head faster. Blossom massaged his shaft with her tongue, lost adrift in a new kind of bliss. She could feel every quivering pulse in his body, she could hear in his voice how she was making him feel. He began to tremble, quaking with growing urgency. Aku pumped faster, Blossom did her best to keep up. He was on the verge, she could feel it! Aku growled and dug his claws into her hair, finally giving in.
His orgasm filled her mouth with his thick taste. Blossom gave a high, soft sigh and continued to suck his trembling organ, lapping up every bit of his release. She sighed when he pulled her away, licking away the last of his cum from her lips. She climbed to her feet, slipping into his arms and pressing her lips against his. Hungry as she was for his kiss, it lasted only a moment, before Aku forced her down on his now empty desk. He pushed up her skirt and dug his claws into her hips.
“You really are a fast learner, aren't you, Sakura-chan? You've earned your perfect marks,” he growled, pressing his head against her trembling pussy. Blossom moaned and dug her fingers into the desk, “Do you want your reward?” he teased, pressing his head against her slit. She ground her teeth and panted breathlessly.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, God, please!” she begged. It was all the eagerness Aku needed, slipping inside her, lost to his own manic lust. Blossom moaned and arched her back. It only took a few of his powerful thrusts to have her writhing and bucking with ecstasy. “Oh Aku! Yes, please!” She moaned, thrusting in beat with him. Each came harder, faster, stronger than the last. To drive her even more wild with euphoria, Aku slipped his hand under her hips. She screamed, rocking already with her first orgasm. His fingers played her swollen clit like an instrument, stroking its every sensitive inch with heavenly stimulation. Blossom's heart raced, every nerve felt lit up like Christmas. She clenched her toes and ground herself against his masterful fingers.
“Aku! Are you! Oh! Oh God! I'm going to...I'm going to!” she screamed and nearly collapsed from the second orgasm. She wasn't alone this time. Blossom grinned and moaned, rocking against her beloved monster when he erupted again, filling her with his seed, “Yes! Oh, yes!” she squealed. She'd made him cum again, she thought gleefully.
Aku slid out of her and turned her over. Her legs were weak, and her muscles felt like putty, but Blossom forced herself to sit up, capturing Aku's lips in a sweet, sweet kiss.
“My little Sakura-chan, you're such an eager student...” he whispered between peppering her with fierce kisses. Blossom gave a high moan when he nibbled on her ear.
“Do you like it? Do you like me?” she asked between sighs and squeals. Aku pushed her back down on the desk, tearing open her blouse. She writhed blissfully under his touch, skilled fingers massaging her breasts. Aku grinned.
“Don't ask such foolish things...Aku still has so much to teach you, Sakura-chan,”
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Her lamp lay on the ground, smashed in half, and her alarm clock was in pieces, but Blossom couldn't be happier. She groaned and shook with another orgasm, lying in just her thin, soaked through panties, fingers fiercely rubbing her overstimulated sex.
“Oh, Aku...” she cried out with a giddy grin, the sounds of her dream drowned by the tick-tock ticking of her clock, and the soft whirring of her fan.
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