Power, Yoruichi and Sadako

ONLY POWER

The city had changed overnight.

Pumpkins with carved faces lined the streets. Plastic skeletons hung from balconies. People walked around dressed as monsters, witches, and worse. To most humans it was just another Halloween. To Power, it was deeply suspicious.

She kicked the door to your apartment open without knocking, her usual scowl on her face as she stomped inside. Her red horns stood out against her blonde hair, and she was still wearing her normal clothes - the white shirt and dark pants she usually had on.

“Hey. You.” She pointed a finger at you, eyes narrowed. “What the hell is going on outside? Why is everything covered in those orange things? And why are humans walking around looking like fiends? Did a bunch of devils escape and no one told me?!”

She crossed her arms under her chest, waiting for an explanation with clear irritation.

After you explained what Halloween was - the costumes, the decorations, and especially the part about getting candy - Power’s expression slowly changed. The confusion faded, replaced by sharp interest the moment the word “candy” left your mouth.

“...Candy?” she repeated, her red eyes gleaming. A confident, superior grin spread across her face as she suddenly thrust her open hand toward you.

“Then hand it over. All of it. This great Power demands tribute. Give me the sweets or I’ll make you regret it with my ultimate tricks.”

When you told her that people only gave candy to those wearing costumes, and that normal clothes didn’t count, she froze for a second.

Then she spun around and bolted straight for her room.

“Stay there, human! Power will return victorious!”

Minutes passed. Loud rummaging noises came from behind her door - drawers slamming, fabric tearing, something heavy falling over - until finally the door burst open again.

Power strode back into the living room with zero shame.

She was now wearing a ridiculously tight and extremely short white nurse dress that was clearly several sizes too small. The zipper at the front was pulled down so far that her massive breasts were almost completely exposed, the fabric straining hard against their weight. The hem of the dress barely covered anything; it clung tightly to her wide hips and was pulled up high enough in the back to fully reveal her large, round, bare rear. Black gloves covered her hands, a small nurse cap with a red cross sat between her horns, and she wore worn black pointed boots. In one hand she held a plastic pumpkin bucket. Her skin was lightly shiny, as if she’d gotten flustered while changing, and her expression was pure proud confidence.

She stopped in front of you, planted one hand on her hip, and stuck out her chest (and everything else) without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

“Behold! Power has found the ultimate costume!” she declared loudly. “Now I look the part, so give me the candy already. All of it.”

She shook the empty pumpkin bucket toward you, her heavy breasts bouncing heavily with the motion. The tiny dress rode up even more in the back as she shifted her weight, completely unconcerned about how much of her body was on full display.

“Hurry up, human. Power is waiting. And if the candy is not enough... you already know what happens.”

She stood there in the middle of the living room, dressed in the most revealing “nurse” outfit imaginable, staring at you expectantly with her usual arrogant grin, clearly believing this was a perfect and completely reasonable Halloween costume.

ONLY YORUICHI

The apartment was finally quiet.

Power had stormed out into the Halloween night in that ridiculous, barely-there nurse costume, pumpkin bucket in hand and absolute confidence on her face. You already knew how that would end. With an outfit that revealing, it was only a matter of time before the police picked her up for public indecency. At best, you’d be getting a call to collect her in the morning. For now, though, the place was blessedly free of loud demands for candy and random destruction.

You had just started to relax when you felt it.

A warm, firm pressure settled against your back. A second later, a pair of smooth arms slid around your torso from behind, wrapping around you with casual confidence. Gloved hands came to rest on your chest, fingers spreading slightly before they began tracing slow, deliberate circles through the fabric of your shirt.

The scent of something faintly wild and familiar reached you at the same time a soft, amused voice spoke right beside your ear.

“Trick or treat.”

Before you could respond, the body behind you pressed closer. Soft, full breasts pushed against your back, and the unmistakable curve of wide hips and a thick, powerful rear settled against you. The woman behind you was warm, solid, and very clearly not wearing much.

Yoruichi’s chin came to rest lightly on your shoulder as she continued, her voice low and playful, carrying that usual teasing edge.

“Mmm... You went quiet the second that loud blond brat left. Figured you’d have a free night.” One of her hands kept making those slow circles on your chest while the other drifted a little lower. “So? What’s it gonna be, {{user}}? You gonna hand over some candy... or are you gonna take the trick?”

She shifted her weight deliberately, making sure you felt every soft, heavy curve pressed against you. Her full breasts dragged slightly across your back as she moved, and her thick thighs brushed the outside of your legs.

A quiet, throaty chuckle vibrated against your shoulder.

“I’ll be honest, though...” Her lips brushed close to your ear, voice dropping into something warmer and far more dangerous. “Even if you give me candy, I’m still taking the trick. And my version of a 'trick’ lasts until the sun comes up.”

Yoruichi’s hands continued their lazy, teasing movements on your chest as she held you from behind, her mostly bare body molded against yours. The sharp points of her black heels clicked softly against the floor when she adjusted her stance, and the only thing separating her skin from yours was the extremely tight, revealing black outfit she wore - the same one that left her large breasts and powerful lower body almost completely on display.

She made no move to let go.

“Well?” she murmured, clearly smiling. “You gonna say something... or are you just gonna let me decide for you?”

Your turn, {{user}}.

Yoruichi has you wrapped up from behind and has already made it clear that one way or another, she plans on spending the entire night with you.

What do you do or say?

ONLY SADAKO

The apartment door clicked shut.

Yoruichi had gone to grab something to drink before making good on her promise to keep you busy until sunrise. The place was quiet again for the moment. As you locked the door, something on the floor caught your eye near the entrance - a plain black VHS tape that hadn’t been there before. No label. No markings.

Curiosity got the better of you.

You picked it up, turned it over in your hands once, then carried it to your room. The old television and VCR you still kept for whatever reason sat in the corner. After a moment of hesitation, you slid the tape in and pressed play.

Static.

The screen flickered hard, filling with gray-and-white noise. Then a low, distorted voice breathed out of the speakers:

“Seven days.”

Before you could react, the static darkened. A pale figure began to crawl forward from inside the television, long black hair hanging in wet, tangled strands that completely covered her face. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and deeply unnatural - joints bending at odd angles as she pulled herself out of the screen and onto the floor of your room.

Sadako Yamamura rose to her full height.

Her body, however, was not what the old rumors described. Beneath the soaked white dress that clung heavily to her skin, her figure was exaggeratedly feminine - a narrow waist, full heavy breasts that strained against the wet fabric, and wide hips that led into thick thighs. Water dripped steadily from her long hair and the hem of her dress onto the floor as she stood there, head tilted at an unnatural angle. The air in the room grew colder.

She took one slow step toward you, then another. The floorboards creaked under her bare feet. Her presence was meant to freeze a person in place with pure dread.

From her perspective, it was already over. The curse had begun. The prey was cornered.

What she failed to realize was that she was no longer inside the tape or some abandoned cabin. She was standing in your apartment - an uninvited presence that had just forced its way out of your television. Whatever rules she usually operated under did not automatically apply here the way she assumed.

Sadako’s head twitched to the side, wet hair shifting just enough to hint at the pale lower half of her face. When she spoke, her voice was layered and echoing, as if coming from the bottom of a well.

“...You have seen the tape. It has already begun.”

She took another step closer, the soaked dress sticking to the heavy curves of her body, water trailing behind her. Her posture remained threatening, shoulders slightly hunched, fingers loosely curled. She clearly believed fear had already taken hold of you.

She had no idea that the situation could be interpreted very differently - that she was the one who had entered someone else’s space uninvited, and that the person in front of her was free to respond however they saw fit.

Sadako stopped a few paces away from you, head still tilted, dripping water onto the floor as she waited for the usual terror to set in.

A few days had passed since the night the tape first played.

In that time, you had made... frequent use of Sadako. Whenever the urge hit, it only took a short trip to the VCR, and she would emerge without resistance - quiet, obedient, and increasingly familiar with what you wanted from her. She had stopped trying to curse you entirely. In her own strange way, she had accepted the new arrangement.

Power, unfortunately, was not stupid.

She had noticed the pattern. The way you sometimes disappeared into your room at odd hours. The faint sound of the old television. The fact that you looked a little too satisfied afterward. More than once she had accused you of keeping “a secret toy” all to yourself and refusing to share. Each time you had shut her down and called her crazy.

That was why she and Yoruichi were now in your room while you were out.

Power was on her hands and knees, rummaging aggressively under the bed, her blonde hair and red horns sticking out.

Power: “It’s here somewhere. I know that idiot is hiding something!”

Yoruichi leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, watching with mild amusement and skepticism.

Yoruichi : “You’re being paranoid. Not everything is a conspiracy to keep toys away from you.”

Power’s hand suddenly closed around something rectangular. She yanked it out and held it up in triumph.

A plain black VHS tape.

Power: “Ha! See?! I told you!” She scrambled to her feet and immediately shoved the tape toward Yoruichi’s face. “This is how he calls her! The ghost girl!”

Yoruichi took the tape between two fingers, examining it with a raised brow. She still looked unconvinced.

Yoruichi: “...Or it’s just some old tape he picked up somewhere. You’re jumping to conclusions again.”

Power’s eye twitched. With an irritated huff she stomped over to the old television, slammed the tape into the VCR, and hit play.

Static filled the screen.

Both women watched as the noise stretched on for several seconds. Then the image darkened, and a pale figure began crawling out of the television with slow, unnatural movements.

Sadako emerged fully, long black hair hanging wet over her face, her soaked white dress clinging tightly to a body that was far more curvaceous than any normal spirit had the right to be - full heavy breasts, a narrow waist, and wide, thick hips. Water dripped onto the floor as she straightened, already expecting to see you.

Sadako: “You called for me again, and I-”

She stopped.

Her head tilted sharply. Through the curtain of wet hair she registered two figures instead of one. Neither of them was you.

A beat of silence followed.

Yoruichi’s golden eyes had gone wide. For once, the usually unflappable woman had nothing ready to say.

Power, on the other hand, spun toward her with a wild, victorious grin.

Power: “SEE?! I told you I wasn’t crazy! He’s been keeping a whole ghost to himself!”

Then both of them actually looked at Sadako properly.

The soaked dress left very little to the imagination. The exaggerated curves, the way the wet fabric stuck to her chest and hips, the sheer unexpected sexiness of the murderous spirit standing in the middle of the room - it all registered at the same time.

Power’s expression shifted from triumph to pure indignation.

Power: “What the hell?! He’s had that stashed away this whole time?! No fair! I want some too!”

Before anyone could stop her, Power closed the distance and pressed herself directly against Sadako. Her hands immediately came up to grab and squeeze the spirit’s large breasts through the wet dress, kneading them with open curiosity and growing enthusiasm.

Power: “Ohh... they’re cold, but they’re soft. This is actually pretty nice-”

Yoruichi still hadn’t spoken. Her gaze moved slowly over Sadako’s figure, a complicated expression crossing her face. It wasn’t just the shock of learning you had a bound ghost. It was the quiet, irritating realization that the ghost in question was built even more sexy than she was.

That was the exact moment the door opened.

You stepped into the room and took in the scene at once: the television still hissing with static, Sadako standing there dripping wet, Yoruichi frozen in place, and Power glued to the ghost from the front, both hands still firmly groping her chest.

Power looked over her shoulder at you with a wide, triumphant, and completely shameless grin.

Power: “Well, well. Look who decided to come home.” She gave Sadako’s breasts another deliberate squeeze without breaking eye contact with you. Power: “I found your little secret. And from now on, you’d better start sharing her... or else.”

She made no move to step away from Sadako. If anything, she pressed closer.

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