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Eye of the Beholder	By : aladdinabu Category: +G to L > Hunter x Hunter Views: 5592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eye of the Beholder

by AladdinAbu

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Warning! This contains hentai scenes of Biske in BOTH forms. There's a little futa, too. That might squick some people so don't say I didn't warn you.

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It was a warm, balmy night on Greed Island. Gon Freaks was restless; Killua had just teleported off to clear his Hunter's Exam. That meant he had begun training on his own to master his manipulation of Nen, capturing monster cards and the like along the way. Sure, it had been scant days since his departure, but already he felt lonely with just he and sensei, Biscuit Krueger. She was good enough company, but it wasn't the same as his best friend. All the same, he was determined to have improved by the time Killua got back.

Once they got settled at the inn for the night (to treat themselves after so much time spent training and camping out on the cold, hard ground), Biske had told him she was going out to train on her own for a while. Gon tried to sleep, or to study his cards or something, but to be honest with himself he missed the constant vigilence that training gave. Now doing anything else felt like slacking off. Thus he had set out to find her, hopefully so he could learn more about honing his janken attacks or at least pick up some useful pointer he'd have otherwise missed.

Gon turned the bend and stumbled upon a strange man standing in the clearing. He seemed to be doing warm-up exercises. For a moment he simply watched, taken aback that the man hadn't sensed his presence. It was true that Gon was using Zetsu, sealing off his aura so as not to be detected, but wasn't he alone out here? And where was Biske?

Then another thought occurred to him: Biske was supposed to be out here, and instead he found this man. What if he had done something to her? He couldn't let that stand. Steeling his resolve, drawing his nen to the surface and readying to produce his binder should he be attacked with cards instead of fists, he dashed forward and declared, "Who are you?!"

"GAH!" the stranger yelped, spinning to look at Gon with a wild, feral expression. "Gon?! Stay back, don't look at me!"

Gon staggered and fell to his knees. Now he saw he was wearing a dress - Biske's dress. Who was this - what was happening? Some giant, muscle-bound man had just switched places with Biscuit. And switched clothes. But that would be weird, wouldn't it? Was he some kind of pervert who stole women's clothing? What if Biske was somewhere around there, shivering and naked because he'd mugged her to further his demented hobby? Unlikely, given how powerful she was, but anything was possible; she could have been caught off guard as easily as this stranger was by Gon.

Then he noticed the stranger's eyes, the hair... and an idea came to him. It was impossible, but he had to ask. "Is... Biske, is that you?!"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" she shouted, rearing up her fist. The voice was deep and booming, but he recognized the cadence and phrasing as his friend's. "No one can see me like this! NO ONE!"

And without warning, a flurry of punches was heading in Gon's direction, giving him no time to further contemplate the revelation. They were well-timed but full of reckless anger, which is why he could scarcely dodge the few he did - several landed, bruising him. Luckily, he was fleet of foot enough to escape any real damage, but he knew if he couldn't head this off soon he'd tire long before his venerated instructor did.

"Biske, please, I-" He ducked quickly and danced backward as a crater erupted on the ground in front of him. "I didn't mean anything, why are you trying to kill me?"

"None have seen my true form and lived! You think you're an exception, just because you've trained under me? You MUST be DESTROYED!"

The devastating attacks only grew in intensity. Gon attempted to reason with her several more times, but he wasn't given time to speak or attempt any counterstrikes. Finally, he failed to dodge a brutal uppercut and was sent reeling backward onto the rocks.

"Now," she panted, wiping sweat from her brow on the back of her glove, "you will die. Because you were my student, I will make it quick and without pain. I am truly sorry."

As she stood over him, winding up for the attack, he whispered, "I'm sorry, too." Then he squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for the end.

But it never came. A full minute passed, and he kept his eyes shut, bracing for the worst, prefering not to have to see a good friend hurt him as his final vision on this world. It was too disheartening. But then he became curious when he realized he was still alive. A few more seconds later, he peeled one eyelid open.

There was Biske - the Biske he knew, diminutive and deceptively frail-looking, staring off into the distance. All signs of rage and destruction were gone, leaving only remorse and depression.

"Aren't you... going to-"

"I tried," she whispered, voice musical and lilting once more. "I tried to remove your existence, Gon. Because you've seen what you cannot unsee. But I failed. You're too innocent, too pure; it would be like drowning a puppy. But now I..."

Slowly he stood, approaching her with hesitant steps. "Now?"

"What can I do? You've found out about my true form, and I haven't the nen ability to erase it from your mind." Her teeth gritted angrily. "I promised myself none would ever glimpse behind this glamour and live. I didn't count on this. I didn't count on a friend seeing." She let out a hollow laugh. "That's not exactly it; more like I didn't count on HAVING any friends. I never envisioned anyone getting this close to me."

"Biske, you would be my friend one way or the other," he told her gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. She tensed at his touch, mouth set in a thin line; seeing her so genuinely vulnerable upset him. "I don't care what you look like."

"How can you say that when I'm so... different?"

She turned to him, eyes wide and forlorn, and he smiled warmly. "You didn't kill me. That proves you're the same Biske as before."

"Gon..." She lowered her eyes and chuckled. "Still such a simpleton. Fine, be that way. Let's go back to the inn; no more training. Not tonight."

They began to walk back to the inn, but Gon could tell Biske had shut down, both outwardly and within. She refused to speak to him again, answering in vague grunts or nods to any questions he posed or words of comfort he attempted. Then she walked into her room and slammed the door, leaving him to return to his own. What else could he do? Obviously she wasn't going to be forthcoming about her condition. He found himself worried; he considered Biscuit to be more than just a teacher. She was somebody he cared about, somebody who had a painful burden. That didn't seem right. He wanted to help... but it would only be possible if she let him.

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There was a knock at the door. Gon made his binder vanish - he had been studying the cards he had so far, still unable to sleep for thinking about what he'd just learned - and crossed his room to answer.

"HelloOOMPH!"

Before he could react, Biske was upon him, hands winding into his hair, lips kneading against his, panting and anxious and insistent. Immediately, Gon felt his body responding; this was so unexpectedly beautiful and invigorating, even as he wondered why it was happening. Her foot bumped the door closed behind them before she began pushing him across the room and onto the bed; he didn't even have time to cry out before she was crawling onto his body, pushing herself flush with him, moaning through his lips. Twin thumps sounded as her shoes hit the wooden floor slats. When he felt her hand moving along his thigh, he finally pulled from her grip and gasped, "Biske, what- what are you DOING?!"

"If you have to ask, you're even thicker than I thought," she laughed, voice aching with need. "Which is saying a lot."

"But this is- you're confusing me," he said desperately, even as she stroked him through his shorts - as he enjoyed it. "We're friends, you're my teacher, and- how can you be doing this to me? I've never-"

"Do you still think I'm attractive?" she asked, eyes shimmering. "Am I pretty, Gon? Do I... catch your eye?"

"Of course," he said immediately; he'd always thought she was cute, though he'd never contemplated it further than that base observation. "You're very pretty, but I don't get why-"

"Then prove it to me," she urged, tossing her shawl to the floor. "Prove that you think I'm beautiful - that I'm fetching, desirable."

"But I don't-"

"I've been thinking about you like this for a while," she moaned as she removed her dress - and Gon looked away, ashamed. Boys weren't supposed to see girls like this, Aunt Mito had told him. What on earth was Biske thinking? "And Killua; I can't help it, spending so much time with two young, virile males. Watching you train... perspire, flex. Ripe and succulent, fresh off the vine. You both whet my appetite. But he's not here. You are."

Gon's face was bright red as he tried not to think too hard about what she was telling him. It unsettled his stomach... yet he felt his member hardening even more as she peeled off her undershirt. He couldn't look at what was revealed underneath, but the actions, the suggestive sound of the clothing landing on the floor, it was intoxicating. Soon she was upon him again, and he found it so much harder to resist her touch, her kiss... putting his hands on her warm, smooth back. This was a bad thing they were doing - they weren't married or anything! But what could he do to make her stop, especially when a part of him was enjoying this? His first time being intimate with a girl! She had become so close to him in such a short period - and she had told him that she'd been thinking of him in dark ways. He couldn't forget that she was his sensei, and about forty years his senior, and that even if they were to become more than friends that this was moving much too fast for him. But it felt so wonderful...

Then, as her tongue invaded his mouth, an aspect of this strange encounter that was troubling him made itself clear; this wasn't the real Biske. It was an image she showed to the world to hide what she considered unlovable. Didn't she want someone to desire the truth, and not a pretend version? Sure, he found her current visage to be more appealing; it was softer, more matched to his own frame. But was that all she wanted? Someone to lust after the fake Biske and ignore who she really was? That seemed like a towering injustice.

Biske was just slipping her hands under Gon's shirt when he said, "Wait."

"Wait for what?" she asked huskily, tongue still peeking out from her luscious lips as she drew back slightly. "No time like the present."

"I want to be with the real you."

Instantly, she froze up, face hardening as she sat back to glare down at him. Gon tried not to let himself get more excited now that he was looking at her chest. Such tantallizing little peaks... "This IS the real me. I tried to tell you. Why don't you believe me?"

"Because I saw beneath this. I know there's another you. How can I live with myself if I know I'm going to be with a lie?"

"But the lie is so much more appealing," she said, biting her lip, batting her eyelashes. His heart beat faster as she sat back and shifted her panties to the side - and he tore his gaze away. What he briefly glimpsed was soft and pink and delicate, but he couldn't let himself look at that. Not yet. "If it's this kind of lie, then what's to complain about?"

Gon shook his head, sweating from what he'd seen. "I don't think you give yourself enough credit. Isn't it a strain to hold onto that shape while you're doing things like this?"

Biske's surity faltered, but she quickly recovered, folding her arms in front of herself and drawing her legs together, hiding what he'd been ogling a second before. "So what? It's not so difficult. In fact, the challenge makes the act yet more exhilirating."

"But wouldn't it be nice to, I dunno... drop that extra strain so you can enjoy it more?"

"No." Now she seemed depressed again, though her cheeks still held some color of arousal. "Maintaining my shape during the act helps me refrain from actions that might cause a man to end up injured. GRIEVOUSLY injured. If I really let go, in the moment... I could kill you. But you probably knew that already."

"Let me," Gon pleaded. "Just once. I've already seen how you look; you don't have to worry about that."

"I told you, NO! I will not! I have no interest in receiving pleasure while I look like a monstrosity! Do you realize I don't even want to see my OWN body when it's like that? Thanks, but no thanks, kid!"

"Just a few minutes. I'll try to make you feel good. If it doesn't work, I'll know I was wrong and we won't ever try it again."

"There is no room for you to be bargaining," she said with a bark of laughter. "Honestly, why should I even entertain the thought for a second?"

The determination in Gon's eyes gave her some pause. "Because... I think, deep down, you DO want to know what it's like. To have your body touched without having to hold it in a different shape. And I can give you that." Biske didn't answer. "If you want a blindfold, we can do that, too."

"Will YOU use a blindfold?"

"Uh-uh," he said with a shake of his head. "I have to see what I'm doing, after all."

Now her face was completely flushed. "Then I'm putting my clothes back on first."

"Not unless you want me to take them off."

"N-no, don't strip me; that would be even more unbearable." Biske was crying. Gon had never expected to see her cry; this alarmed him far more than when he initially saw her true form. But the huge, pearly tears flowing down her cherubic features broke his heart. Nobody should ever have to feel this ashamed of themselves, for any reason. "Five minutes and I shift back. If you haven't proven whatever point you wanted to in that time, then that's just too bad. Got it?"

"Nn," he said with a quick nod, grinning.

She grabbed a strip of cloth from the nearby table. "But I don't have to watch this happening. I don't want to, and I won't force myself to endure that." Once she had tied it around her eyes, tears staining the fabric, she whispered, "Okay. Final warning; I'm going to mutate, and then you're going to have to see that hideous hunk of refuse in the nude. You're an idiot, and you asked for this. Don't ever dare blame me when you're scarred for life."

"I'm ready," he told her simply; he wasn't going to feed into her image issues.

"One... two..." The pained whimper she let out was heart-rending, but he ignored it. "Three."

And there it was. Gon suppressed a shudder as he watched her turn into a hulking behemoth, not only taller than she normally was, but taller than the average full-grown male. Muscles bulged in places where there had been none, definition formed and chiseled at her visage. Her jawline took on a dangerous sharpness, and her neck grew thick, shoulders broad. Her once-flat chest, however, swelled with not only muscle but also breast tissue. They were huge! She had still been wearing socks, but the hems slipped down from above her ankle to below it, and her panties looked like they were straining to remain in one piece.

As much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, given that he had fought to get her to transform, she did look like a man. Not just male, but like a big, strong manly man - except for the boobs, of course. Even her waist was more manly, though her hips still widened as a woman's would (less noticeably of course). It made sense for the overwhelmingly-strong Biske to look like this, given what she was capable of, but since she normally didn't it made seeing the truth of her form quite shocking.

"So you haven't done anything yet," she murmured, voice an octave deeper. "Are you going to at all, or did I waste my time?"

Experimentally, he placed a hand against her thigh - and it twitched as if burned. The skin was smooth as always. This poor woman had gone all her life, thinking her true form ugly, undesirable, covering it up with nen so she wouldn't be scorned and reviled. None would dare mock her outright for fear of retribution - she could crush most men's heads like a ripe tomato - but that didn't mean she wouldn't see the looks in their eyes, hear the whispers. Gon himself thought it was off-putting, maybe, but he didn't think her ugly. Merely... different.

A note of dark amusement touched her next words. "You can stop, Gon. You touched me while I look like this, that's... it's more than I figured you would."

"Shh," he said, petting her hip. He did have to get himself used to touching what was externally someone other than the woman he'd been with moments before, but when she spoke he knew it was her; the vocal range was a little different, but it still sounded like Biske. Her face, while sharper, was still Biske (or like what her father probably looked like, at any rate); there was a comeliness around her nose and mouth that remained unaltered. Slowly, he caressed her deeply-toned abdomen, spellbound by the difference between this Biske and the other, softer, more fragile version from earlier.

"No," she whispered, shivering. "Y-you can't really- don't do this, it's not worth it! Why? Why torture yourself?"

"It's not torture," he said heatedly. Gon was still aroused. In spite of his honorable intentions, he hadn't dreamed he could remain hard from touching her while she was the behemoth; he just wanted to make her feel good. But it did entice him. Biske was still in there, and he cared for her so deeply that whatever form she took, contact with her naked skin stirred the feelings within him - ones he scarcely understood, but suddenly found he wanted to further examine. What would it be like?

"Ah!" she gasped as his mouth took one of her peaks. "Oh God, you- Gon, how can you be doing this to what I am? Get your mouth off of that, it's worthless!" Another, louder gasp. "AHH, what is THAT?! Is that your..."

She fell silent except for a few gasps as he suckled her, hardness grinding against her dense thigh muscles. After a while he moved his hand to the other one. It was more solid underneath than he remembered his Aunt Mito's being (she'd bathed him enough times when he was small that he remembered), which was his only point of reference. Still, it was a very pleasant texture, and he enjoyed it immensely. From the sound of things, so did Biske. At long last, one of her large hands came to rest on the back of his head, but the touch was gentle, not truly holding him in place. Then he broke away and began to knead at her wet center through her underwear, as she had done to him.

"N-no, stay away from that," she snapped, tone more serious. "That's the last - the LAST thing I want anyone to see. Even one who's seen the rest of me."

"I don't care," he told her feverishly. "I just want... I don't understand it, I've never felt anything like this, b-but I... I want more!"

"No!" she bade him desperately, thighs clenching together around his hand. "Just... leave that alone, okay? Not in this form. Let me switch back and we can-"

"Five minutes aren't up yet," Gon said firmly. "You promised. Please?"

She didn't speak. She couldn't. Gon knew she had more protests, that she wanted to scream at him for doing this to her, but she had given him her word and she meant to keep it. So she merely flinched and bit her lip when he began sliding her panties down her legs. He also removed her socks along the way; just this once, he wanted the true form of Biske to be laid bare before his eyes, out in the world.

"Oh, God..."

That was from Biske, but Gon barely stopped himself from saying the same. For there, at the top of the anatomy he expected to see, was some he didn't. Biscuit Krueger had an erection.

"I... I don't understand," he whispered, fascinated. He touched a finger to its tip, but she convulsed so violently that he withdrew his hand. "This is- I knew you were older and stronger, and you look kind of different, but... doesn't this mean-"

"Exactly," she snapped, angry and remorseful and distraught all at the same time. "I tried to warn you that you wouldn't like it. It's so freakish and wrong."

"Wait, though," he whispered. "Down here... you do have the lady-part. So then, what is-"

"It's not actually a real penis," she told him scathingly, rolling onto her side away from him and lifting the top leg so he couldn't see it anymore. "Just... there's so much muscle surrounding my clit, and I've got so much excess testosterone, and I guess... I don't know, okay? I don't know why it's as big as one."

"It looked so hard," he said, leaning over to try to catch another glimpse of it. "It looked like mine, almost. Can I-"

"Haven't you had enough?!" she snapped. "Aren't my five minutes of shame up yet? Dammit, Gon, what's the matter with you, why are you so evil? I thought I was twisted, but you take the biscuit!"

"I would love to take the Biscuit," he joked, and she sniffled. "Come on."

She didn't move. He put a hand on her hip to roll her toward him, and she jerked away. His second attempt yielded results. When her legs fell open, there it was, still pulsating in the air, rigid as a fencepost: a four-inch-long overgrown clitoris. It was smooth and bright pink, and there were no balls, which supported her claim that it wasn't the genuine male organ. On the other hand, it had a head, a slight ballooning near the tip. She shrieked when he put a hand to it, but neither pulled away nor struck out to stop him. It was very hard, at least as hard as his own.

"Can you at least not touch that part?" she begged. "It makes me feel so sick..."

"But I'm curious," he insisted. He put his mouth on it, and she shivered. It wasn't as rigid as it looked, not entirely; the outer skin was softer than any he'd ever touched. Only at its core was it made of stone. Slowly, his tongue moved up and down it, tasting salt. For several minutes, Biske let him engulf her with his mouth, lick around it, feel its pleasant texture upon his tongue. Then she let out a slight squeak as he began to pick up speed and could no longer keep silent.

"Gon, don't. I'm... why don't I play with yours instead? That's more normal."

"Hang on a moment," he whispered as he slid his own shorts off and they joined her clothing on the floor. Biske yelped when he leaned into her, resting his sack on her moistened labia. But when he wrapped his hand around both his cock and her pseudo-cock, she clamped a hand over his own.

"Stop it," she ordered frantically, trying not to moan and detract from her wishes. "This isn't helping you any, it j-just makes me feel worse about who I am. That you think it looks like one, too."

"But this feels good," he insisted. "Doesn't it? Don't you think it feels good?"

"Ahh... yeah... y- NO! Uhn, it does, but I can't like it! It's revolting! Oh Gon, your cock is- it's so hot!"

Her hand remained around his own as he began thrusting into them, feeling the resistence of her elongated clit grind against him as he moved. Somehow, watching her writhe to and fro as he did this, watching her parted lips gasp for air, it was beautiful - despite her altered form. Sweat rolled down from her brow, her flush face turned to the side, averting her blindfolded eyes from what was happening to them as much as she possibly could. Then, when he started moving his hand more to jack both of them off, her teeth gritted, and she let out a grunt that sounded more frustrated than flustered.

"What is it?"

"This is so demonic of you," she accused as her hips began to move independantly of her wishes. "You get to do whatever you want, you... you stimulate my little dick, and you get off, and I... I can't help but love it! Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you want it," he shot back, knowing he was right about that. "Isn't this what you intended when you came in here? It's like you said, you've been thinking about it for a while. So let's do what you wanted!"

"But what you're doing to... to that part, it's making me want to do... other things, sick things! How can you live with yourself, you insensitive shit?!"

"Do whatever it is you want," he urged her as one hand played with her breast. "You don't have to hold back with me! Please, Biske!"

"FINE!" she shouted angrily, even as her voice shook from desire as she slid her fingers past him and into her own dripping slit. "You asked for it - and I'm going to give it! Because I want you to feel the pain I feel every time I think about my true form! Feel PAIN!"

One of her hands shot up and grasped his upper arm, forcing him back and away from her. The hand that had been in her vagina started playing with her clit at great length, running along its rigid slickness, coating it in her own juices. He had just begun to enjoy the show when her hand grasped his hip in a surprisingly-firm grip, yanked him forward, and shoved him down on the erectness.

"Wh-what is- OW, that- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"I'm gonna fuck you, Gon," she said with a sinister grin. "You're going to feel this inside you, and then you'll be sorry you ever asked to be with me in this form!"

"Wait, but I don't- AAAAAWWWOWOWOW!"

It was the most unsettling experience he'd ever undertaken, and that included the Hunter Exam and being in the Spiders' hideout. Never had he even heard of putting things inside that hole, and here he was with a warm, solid part of Biske in there, widening him, searching further and further in. It filled him up oddly, and made him feel nauseous, but somehow when she thrust up again and he felt his hardness bouncing up and down in the air, it made it stronger instead of weaker.

"How does it feel?" she growled, both hands on his hips now that she'd guided herself into him. Another thrust and he cried out in pain; the hole was unprepared for the advance. "How does it feel to be ripped open? You like this?!"

"Biske, it hurts! I th- I think you did it wrong, or too fast, or- OWW, OOH!"

"Gon..." And then the anger lessened as desire took over, filling her up as she thrust into him. "Gon, it's so... I can't believe I like it, I like fucking your hole! How could you let me do this to you, don't you have any shame, any standards? HNNH, it's so hot in there, it's all around me!"

"I... I want to..." Gon's head was spinning. "Biske, can I t-touch myself wh- while you do that down there?"

"While I do what?" she asked with a dark smile. "Say it. Tell me what I'm doing to you."

"You're f-fucking me," he blubbered, repeating the term she'd used. Why was he crying? It must have been the pain.

"UNHH!" she grunted, back arching as she thrust again. "It's so amazing! Yes, Gon, touch it - play with yourself while I drill you!"

So he did. Unbelievably, it was more sensitive now that he had something inside of him, and the sensation of feeling his taut sack slap into her abdomen at the end of every thrust only fueled the flames. In minutes, he felt everything building to some ultimate event, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he blew.

"I'm coming!" she moaned, every inch of her skin drenched in sweat as she thrust harder and harder. "I can f-feel it dripping already - and I can feel you're ready, too, I don't know how but I can! Do you want to?"

"Yeah," he panted, not really knowing what she meant - but if he could guess, it probably meant that unbelievable sensation that was about to explode within him. "Yeah, I th- I think so!"

"YEAH!" she called out as she slammed upward harder and harder. "This m-must be what it's like being a man! Oh, this is unparalleled, you're all around it, I- I am going to come, and you're not even inside me!"

"That's because you're inside me!"

"I am! Now come with me inside you! Come for me, Gon, let's come together!"

Harder and harder she rode him, and harder and harder he pumped his own organ, amazed at the hot, acidic sensation building within its length. Finally, just as she screamed so loud it shook the rafters, he leaned back and let fly - spraying her form with white fluid. Everywhere it went, onto the bed, onto her breasts and face. The way his anus clenched around her only served to further drive him crazy, coaxing shot after shot from his steely length and onto her body.

"Haah," she moaned, moving her hips from side to side experimentally; Gon swayed when he felt her length pushing into his inner walls. After a few moments, she shivered, then withdrew - and he spasmed violently at her exit. After a few deep breaths, he collapsed atop her, rivers of sweat coating her gleaming muscles underneath his body. "Wow, it was so good, so..."

"That was different," he commented wearily. He felt some of his own seed beneath his face but couldn't be troubled to move. Somehow he felt so at home resting on her strong body, as if she could protect him from the entire world just by holding him on top of her.

"Gon," she sighed. He dimly registered her hands on his back, but he was sinking deep into slumber, deep down, further down...

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To Be Continued...

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