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The Witching Hour	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 14117 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: The characters and plot of Rosario+Vampire belong to Ikeda Akihisa. I make no money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 5: Spellbound
Finally finished with her many tasks for Friday, Ruby approached her room, feeling frustrated. She’d spent the whole day with soaked panties from riding her broom that morning. Even worse, the phantom hands had returned in mid-afternoon while she was filing paperwork. The witch’s cheeks reddened as she remembered kneeling by the filing cabinet, holding onto it for dear life as she climaxed, and slumping against it once she finished. After that second orgasm, her panties became even more uncomfortably damp than before.
Nearing her door, Ruby caught the faint scent of catnip wafting through the hallway. The high-strung Ms. Nekonome, she knew, indulged in a bag every week on Friday evening to unwind from each week’s excitement. Ruby herself had grown to appreciate the herb’s soothing odor.  I just hope she doesn’t get caught wandering the halls naked again, she sighed to herself.
Inside her room, Ruby swiftly shed her clothing, particularly her sodden underwear. A glance at her clock showed a quarter till eight.  Maybe I should check in on Yukari’s date, she mused, to see if she was successful. Her cheeks pinked as images of what she would call “success” flashed through her mind.
A few moments’ rummaging turned up her crystal ball. Ruby knelt with it in her hands and chanted a few words. The clear crystal glowed softly from within, a glow which slowly swirled and resolved itself into an image of Yukari and Tsukune walking arm-in-arm. On the edge of perception, Ruby could make out the girls’ dorm.
Tsukune cleans up nicely, she noted, and Yukari looks gorgeous in that dress. The scrying spell in the crystal ball zoomed in on the witch and panned up and down her slender, buxom form in accordance with Ruby’s wishes.  If I were Tsukune, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of her. How is he…?
The deep-green stone on Yukari’s bosom caught Ruby’s eye. “What a lovely malachite!” she marveled.Â Something about the stone, though, caused her brow to furrow. She left the crystal ball to search her bookcase.
~~~~~
The walk back to the girls’ dorm had been a long, quiet one. They hadn’t kissed very long, Yukari reflected, before Tsukune broke off the kiss, claiming that the disturbing nature of the art gallery didn’t provide the right romantic atmosphere. He’d made no move to resume, though, and Yukari sensed her window of opportunity closing.
As they neared the spot where the path split for the gender-segregated dorms, Tsukune glanced over at his date and told her, earnestly, “I had fun tonight, Yukari.”
“I did too,” the witch replied. “I’m glad you… don’t hate me after everything I said.”
Tsukune reached over with his free hand and patted Yukari’s arm. “I could never hate you,” he reassured her.
They reached the spot where their paths parted. Either they continued the date in one of their rooms, where things might progress (Yukari certainly hoped so); or, more likely, they would say goodnight here. Tsukune, she figured, would ultimately end up together with Moka, which would only disappoint Yukari if Moka proved totally straight.
Yukari shut her eyes and breathed deep, trying to quell her anxiety. “Tsukune,” she began, her voice far shakier than she’d have liked, “if you’re going to break my heart, do it now, out here, so I can have the weekend to…” She stopped herself, fighting the urge to fall to pieces in front of him; if she did, he’d start acting his noble, comforting role and build up her hopes.
“Why would I break your heart?” asked the perplexed teenage boy.
“Because you don’t like me… the way I like you,” his date answered. She opened her eyes to look into his.  Don’t do this to me, Tsukune, she pleaded silently.  Don’t raise my hopes just to dash them.
“I hope you aren’t saying that because we didn’t kiss much,” said the young man, flushing. “I’ve just been thinking, that’s all – thinking about… about the things you said earlier.”
Yukari’s orchid eyes shone in the fading twilight, now supplemented or supplanted by the lamps flanking the walkway. “Does that mean,” she ventured, tentative in her hope, “you want me… as your girlfriend?”
Tsukune scratched the back of his head. “I don’t think I want to pick anyone,” he answered. “What you said, about Moka and the others, made me think about how I feel, what I feel for them – and for you.”
Yukari couldn’t help but sniffle as her eyes welled up. “I… I don’t understand.”
“I like all of you,” Tsukune replied softly. “Because of the things you said… I realize now that’s why I’ve been so indecisive about you guys. I can’t pick just one of you and break the others’ hearts.”
The witch pursed her lips. “Not picking is hurting us too, you know,” she chastised him.
The young man looked down at the sidewalk, but the pavement offered no solace. “I know,” he admitted.Â “I just… don’t know what to do. No matter what, someone gets hurt, because of me.”
On impulse, Yukari embraced him. Her slight arms wrapped around his neck. Since they were about the same height, her chin fit almost perfectly onto his shoulder. That fact was lost on neither of them – as one, they closed their eyes and sighed with contentment. Tsukune’s arms encircled her waist.
~~~~~
Arcane Geology: A Down-to-Earth Handbook of Magic Rocks (12th ed.) lay open on Ruby’s lap, successfully located and liberated from its usual resting spot on her bookshelf. The still-naked witch thumbed through the pages, only half-listening to the conversation emanating from her crystal ball. Her magenta eyes widened when she found the entry she sought:
– MALACHITE, when polished, is a dark green stone with lighter green striations (see Fig. 13.4). Deposits lie in south-central Africa, eastern Australia, and southwestern North America. Stone has mild, short-range powers of suggestion attuned to dimming the libido.
To suppress the stone’s effect, write the characters in Fig. 13.5 on a strip of paper. Duration augmented by application of sexual fluids. To annul, see Table 27.16. –
“Interesting,” she murmured to herself. “I wonder if Yukari knows about the stone. If so, she must’ve wanted both of them to remain clear-headed throughout the evening. If not, maybe her parents hoped she would be noticed while wearing it without the risk of ogling.” As if on cue, Ruby took the opportunity to repeat her previous ogling, focusing on the areas directly adjacent to the stone.
The witch now listened intently as Tsukune admitted liking all the girls in the Newspaper Club. Her heart leapt as she considered whether that included her or not.  Either way, I helped Yukari by maneuvering Tsukune into this date, she calculated. Maybe I can help further.
When Tsukune embraced her fellow witch, Ruby saw her opportunity. She dipped the brush on her desk into the nearby cup of ink and drew the symbols indicated in Figure 13.5 on a strip of paper from the stack she kept on her desk for just such purposes. Anticipating the show Tsukune and Yukari might shortly provide yielded plenty of fluid to smear on the edges of the paper strip.
Licking her lips as she returned to her seat in front of her crystal ball, Ruby spoke the words written on the miniature scroll and placed against the smooth, rounded surface of the orb, where it dissolved. The spell cast, Ruby waited and watched.
~~~~~
Still wrapped in Yukari’s embrace, Tsukune inhaled sharply. The scent of her lilac and lavender shampoo filled his nose. The young man felt as though his thoughts were clearer, less shrouded in fog. He became suddenly, acutely aware of Yukari’s body pressed against him, particularly the yielding softness against his chest. Chagrin filled him as his body reacted to that realization.
For her part, Yukari shivered as she processed the sudden onrush of sensation. Tsukune’s hands rested on her back, one near her rump (but not near enough). Her bosom nestled against Tsukune’s chest, and his warm breath tickled her ear. Most significantly, she felt him as he swelled against her newly-discovered privates.
The two teens parted, just enough to make eye contact. Both started to speak; neither could find any words just now. Instead, their lips expressed their feelings in a different way: they crashed together almost painfully, a passionate counterpart to the simple, chaste kiss they shared in the art gallery.
Like most things that burn hot, the kiss didn’t last long. Panting, the two teens, still in each other’s arms, reddened at the sudden display. Both could see desire awakening in the other’s eyes.
There – that’s the way Tsukune looked at me on Measuring Day, Yukari realized, a realization accompanied by intense joy and excitement.  Now’s the time to make my move!
Eyelids drooped, she rubbed her body against her date. “Tsukune, I’m sorry if this is forward of me,” she apologized, “but I… I don’t want tonight to end yet.”
“Wh-what do you m-mean?” stammered the young man. The possibilities danced, tantalizing, before his mind’s eye.
The young woman licked her lips, those same possibilities performing for her as well. “Maybe we could go up to your room? Just to hang out,” she added, unconvincingly.
Nonetheless, Tsukune bought it. “Sure thing,” he mumbled. Somehow he pulled himself away and turned towards the boys’ dormitory.
Soon they arrived at his door, Room 222, which he unlocked. When he gestured for her to enter first, Yukari obliged, her heart pounding in her ears.  I can’t believe I’m in his room! she squealed inwardly They removed their shoes just inside the doorway, giving Yukari a moment to examine her surroundings.
The closet was as small as the one in her room and filled with the jackets and slacks of the school uniform, three sets hanging neatly. A waist-high chest of drawers stood nearby, atop which sat a TV and video game console, though Yukari had no idea which one. Across from it sat Tsukune’s desk, some homework still unfinished on its surface; Yukari also noticed a photo of the Newspaper Club from the end of the previous school year, after Inner Moka had defeated Security Council President Kuyo and cleared Tsukune’s name. By the window lay Tsukune’s mattress and alarm clock; from its location, Yukari surmised that he was often awakened by the sun.
The young woman licked her lips as her libido caught up to her eyes.  The bed…
“It’s not very exciting, huh?” the young man admitted with a laugh.
Yukari turned towards her date, craving nearness again. “It suits you, really – it’s exactly how I’d imagine an average, everyday, normal boy’s room,” she told him. Her eyes drifted shut as she leaned in.
For his part, Tsukune met her with all the passion he had before, picking right up where they’d left off outside. His arousal hadn’t diminished in the slightest; in fact, Yukari’s presence in his room intensified it.  Everything about her tonight is just so… alluring, he marveled. His hands moved up and down her back, along the line of the zipper of Yukari’s dress.
Yukari loosened Tsukune’s tie and pulled the tail through the knot to get it off fully. Her hands moved along his chest. As she pressed herself closer, her hands also stroked her breasts as well, sending shivers along her spine.
~~~~~
Watching her friends through the crystal ball, Ruby felt her cheeks warming, along with certain other areas.  Things seem to be heating up between them, she noted as a shiver crept up her spine.  I think this could end well for her… and him.
Sighing to herself, Ruby realized she felt jealous of the younger witch.  We have to stick together, though, she resolved, so I’ll be happy for her, whatever happens. The older witch sighed again, wishing that she could join them; but she knew that teleporting to them, naked as she was, would more likely stop them cold rather than add to the heat.
Maybe I can heat things up from here, thought Ruby. She summoned her staff to her hand out of the ether and focused the crystal ball on Yukari’s back. With a simple flick of the wrist, the zipper descended – lower… lower… lower still – and the fabric parted to reveal Yukari’s fair skin.
With a self-satisfied smirk, Ruby reclined on her bed, eager to see how Yukari and Tsukune would react, hopeful that it would be something exciting to see.
~~~~~
Yukari pressed herself against Tsukune as she felt her dress loosening. Her heart pounded in her ears as she felt Tsukune’s arousal more firmly against her groin. She moaned in excitement and raked her fingers down Tsukune’s stomach.
Reluctantly she broke the kiss and separated herself from her date. Their eyes remained locked while she took a half-step back. Barely a shrug of Yukari’s shoulders slid her dress off her body to pool on the floor at her feet.
The young man’s jaw fell open at the sight of his date in nothing but her underwear. Under her scarlet dress, Yukari had worn lace-trimmed lavender panties and a matching bra; tiny bows adorned the waistband on each hip and the joint between the cups. Barely able to tear his gaze from that spot and the flawless cleavage nearby, Tsukune admired the witch’s flat stomach and the slight, almost-imperceptible inward dip of her waist between the bust and hips.
Yukari winked. “Like what you see, Tsukune?” she teased. When he only nodded, she prodded, “Your turn to take something off.”
Tsukune flushed as he unbuttoned his shirt. As nothing more than a baseline human, and not a very athletic one at that, he knew his physique wouldn’t seem all that exciting to his date. Pulling the shirt off produced a gasp and a blush from Yukari, though, proving his assumption unfounded. He especially noticed two prominent bumps, one protruding from each bra cup.
Yukari took a full step backward now, toward Tsukune’s mattress. A bit-lip smile graced her lips as she reached behind her to unhook her bra. “Just wait till you get a load of these,” she teased, her eyebrows wiggling wickedly. With a dramatic flourish, she pulled the garment off and tossed it onto the chair by the desk, where it hung by the strap on one of the stiles.
Tsukune’s eyes nearly sprung from their sockets.  I… I can’t believe what I’m seeing, thought the young man, unable to look anywhere else at that moment. Large and teardrop-shaped, each was without blemish; they tapered to a coin-sized pink nipple crowned with what looked like pencil erasers. They’re the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, he remarked to himself.
Or so he thought. Only after Yukari giggled with delight did he realize he’d said it aloud. “You mean it, Tsukune?” asked the witch with barely-contained glee. “Hearing you say that means so much to me,” she added with a grin.
Ruby in her room smiled. “That was rather sweet of him to say,” she whispered to herself. “I can’t say I disagree with him, either.” She availed herself of the opportunity to admire Yukari’s bosom again, openly this time, unlike that night in the library.
“Magnificent,” she murmured, wondering if Tsukune would appreciate her much more modest bosom… if she ever even had the opportunity to show him. She sighed again.
Meanwhile, Tsukune flushed. “Earlier this week,” he began, scratching the back of his head, “when you were transformed before and you tackled me in the hallway and I helped you up and you pressed up against me and I ran away… I did that because you were turning me on right in the middle of the school day.” He laughed nervously after having blurted his explanation.  Why am I such a dweeb? How can she like me if I’m such a dweeb?
Beaming, Yukari slinked towards him. “Like this, you mean?” she breathed, her breasts skin-to-skin against his chest. She bounced on her toes to rub against him.
Tsukune’s gaze grew unfocused, lost as he was in the warm softness pressed against him. Unsure what else to do with his hands, he placed them on his date’s hips, right on the spots where fabric met flesh. Of their own accord, they drifted upward.
Soon his hands cupped what they sought. With trembling fingers, the young man explored the textures – soft and smooth for the most part but pebbly at the tips. He found himself surprised at just how warm they felt, especially since his hands themselves were rather warm. Yukari rewarded him with a soft moan in his ear.
While his focus rested on Yukari’s breasts, Tsukune failed to notice the activity of her hands. He remained unaware until he felt his pants slide down his legs. Through the thin material of his boxers and her panties, he felt her groin against his. Now running on instinct, the young man began subtly but inexorably guiding the young woman towards his bed.
~~~~~
Meanwhile, Ruby lay on her bed in her room, panting with desire. Her cheeks and neck glowed bright pink. The phantom hands had returned to caress her breasts while she watched Tsukune fondling Yukari’s. For the moment, though, they seemed content with teasing her bosom, ensuring her nipples remained quite stiff.
Her mind spun with questions – at least, to the extent that it could while swimming in sensation. Why now? Why me? What are they, and where are they coming from?
Her eyes glazed over. Her thighs rubbed together. Pink spread down her neck. Preoccupied with her pleasure, she stopped watching the crystal ball for a few minutes, so that the activity it showed – Tsukune and Yukari pulling off one another’s underwear and lying down together – failed to register. Ruby rolled onto her stomach so she could continue to watch, her hand slithering under towards her nethers.
Before her fingers could make contact, though, the invisible hand returned, gently exploring her most sensitive areas. Upon feeling it stroke her clit, Ruby softly moaned, “Ohhh, Tsukune! Right there – that’s the spot!”
Ruby’s eyes narrowed. Wait… I didn’t…that last part wasn’t me…
With great effort she managed to focus on what the crystal ball showed. Yukari and Tsukune were lying on his bed, nude, forehead to forehead, panting with desire. The young man, partially atop the young woman, obscured one of her breasts. One of her slender, delicate hands tugged on his stiff prick, making it hard for Ruby to gauge its size. Between Yukari’s parted legs, Tsukune’s fingers glided in a pattern identical to the one Ruby felt along her privates.
Revelation struck like one of Inner-Moka’s kicks.  I’m feeling what Yukari feels… mmph that’s good… at least, when it comes to arousal. So… when I felt the “phantom hands” earlier today… Ruby’s eyes widened as she pictured Yukari masturbating; her blush rushed from her neck to cover both shoulders.
The older witch wondered, Does this link flow both ways? She decided to find out. After confirming that her privates were, in fact, soaked, she eased one finger inside, awaiting the results of her experiment.
~~~~~
Yukari moaned and lifted her hips in response to feeling Tsukune’s finger slipping into her. “Don’t tease me like that, Tsukune,” she pleaded. “You’ll drive me wild wanting the real thing inside me!”
Viewing the through the crystal ball, Ruby smirked.  The sensory link does flow in both directions. Now I too can be with Tsukune, whenever Yukari is, she realized.  We two witches will stick closer, more intimately, than any witches before us.
“The real thing?” Tsukune repeated with a gulp.
“Please,” begged Yukari, “take me. Make me yours. I want to be yours so badly.” She draped one leg over his hip to demonstrate her earnestness; the maneuver also brought their bodies, especially their groins, closer together, closer to union.
The young witch saw the hesitation amid the desire in Tsukune’s eyes.  I’m so close, she resolved.  I can’t let him chicken out now! To that end, she kissed him passionately and ground against him.
Both teens emitted muffled gasps of shock when they felt him enter her. Yukari whimpered as a painful tearing sensation radiated from her opening. Ruby winced and hissed through clenched teeth, experiencing the same sensation of broken hymen through the link.  That hurt more than I remember, she reflected, and not the good kind of hurt, either. Only later would she recognize that she was probably the only woman to have the privilege (or burden) of even making that particular comparison.
Once the pain subsided, Yukari’s head fell back, and she moaned in delight, “More!” She arched her back and rocked her hips to entice Tsukune and convince him of her sincerity. Combined, those movements jostled loose the rose in her hair; it slipped free of her sable strands and fell to the floor.
Tsukune nuzzled his partner’s neck, lost in the moment, in the sensation of being inside her. He hadn’t meant for things to go so far tonight, though he had an inkling they might. Part of him felt sure that Yukari had intended for this to happen when she asked to come up here.  What’s done is done, he concluded.  I think I’m glad, really, to share my first with her. Being with Yukari like this isn’t as complicated as it would be with the other girls.
Those were the last rational thoughts the young man would have for a while. Instinct took over from that point onward. He started to penetrate deeper, seeking to envelop himself in her wet warmth.
Nerves alight with pleasure, Ruby and Yukari moaned as Tsukune pushed farther inside. The younger witch bucked her hips, craving complete fullness within. The older witch kneaded her pillow; bright pink covered her skin down to her bustline.
“Ohhh, yes, Tsukune!” the two witches moaned in stereo as he began to move back and forth, finding a rhythm.
In response, he murmured Yukari’s name and ran his fingers tenderly through her hair. For the first time since they joined, Ruby felt envy, since her link to Yukari didn’t transmit that simple gesture of affection.  One day, maybe, I can become one with you for real, Tsukune, she hoped.  Until then, this will have to suffice.
For her part, Yukari clung to her lover’s back, if for no other reason than to keep herself from soaring up to Cloud Nine.  My first time… I never imagined… with Tsukune... and it feels so… so…
“Good!” she cried aloud as she utterly lost control of her hips. “Don’t stop!” she begged, her voice saturated with pleasure.
“I couldn’t… if I wanted to,” he admitted sheepishly. Tsukune’s whole world had narrowed as he neared release, consisting solely of the sound of Yukari’s voice and the feeling of her flesh around and against his own.
Ruby also approached climax, as evidenced by the near-red hue of her skin from head to toe.  I’ve never gotten off this fast before, she realized.  I guess secondhand Tsukune is better than firsthand anyone else. To better simulate actually coupling with him, she rose up on her knees, lifting her rear into the “doggy position” that Gin preferred. To further enhance the sensation, she bucked her hips in time with Yukari’s.
All three of them climaxed together. Yukari let out a short cry, then sighed contentedly; her hips did the talking, bucking and spasming in turn. Ruby, rather than muffle herself into her pillow, threw her head back and uttered a throaty moan, not caring in the slightest if anyone heard her. Both girls felt the pulsing of Tsukune’s member and the warm, gooey sensation of his seed. Now spent, they relaxed into a contented slumber.
~~~~~
Consciousness returned to Tsukune some time later. His light still shone overhead. Gradually he became aware of a very warm, very female, very naked body draped partially over him. “Yukari,” he murmured, the recognition of what had happened between them slowly sinking in.
His erstwhile lover stirred. “Tsukune,” she sighed. “What time is it?”
A glance at his alarm clock revealed the slightly-troubling answer. “Nearly midnight,” he told her. “Way past curfew – you’ll have to stay here till morning.”
“Kay,” she mumbled.
“About what happened,” the young man started. Eyes still closed, the young woman beamed. “I don’t regret it,” he explained, “but I just hope it won’t complicate things. What we have is, well, simple, and I like that.”
“Simply wonderful,” she corrected playfully. “I mean that, too – even the beginning, which hurt a bit, you handled perfectly.”
Tsukune laughed nervously. “Thanks, but I didn’t really notice,” he confessed. “I just felt like I needed to, um, reposition a bit.”
“You did great,” Yukari repeated. Her confidence faltered a bit as she added, “I’m sure the other girls will agree.”
Tsukune cleared his throat. “Ah, well, I do plan to go on at least one date with each of the others,” he admitted, “to be fair to everyone. I don’t plan on… going this far with them.”
The witch fired her loaded question: “Did you plan on going so far with me tonight?”
Tsukune answered, “No,” but the preceding pause said far more.
Yukari kissed his cheek. “I don’t mind,” she promised.  Why would I mind that we shared our first time? she wanted to add, but she kept that thought to herself. “Just be careful, okay? I mean both if you let them down or if you do… this and that… like we just did. Like you, I don’t want to see anyone get hurt, believe it or not.”
The young man nodded. A daunting new path stretched before him, but he wasn’t sure how to proceed from here. “Who should I ask out next?” he wondered aloud.
Yukari giggled. “Who do you think, silly? Moka, of course.”  Who knows? If I could get Tsukune, maybe I can get Moka too!
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A/N: And there we have it - the end of this story. Not necessarily the end of the overall story, though - writing this has inspired me to create more stories for the other girls, using this one as a springboard. I don't know when the next one will happen, though, since I'm nearing the end of another fic and want to finish it before I start a new project.
Writing Yukari/Tsukune was pretty tough for me, I'll admit; but I'm glad I took on the request, as the challenge of writing so far outside my preferred pairings has been rewarding for me. I'd recommend that every writer try it at least once.
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