Defiling the Innocent
By Kagura no Baka
Disclaimer: Don't own Inuyasha. Sorries!
Warning: Adult humor
Dedicated to Christina, who caught her uncle watching porn, and Caitlin, who just wanted a drink of water...
The brown-eyed woman writhed in ecstasy beneath her partner, a tanned young man with hazy yellow eyes. Her breath came out in staccato puffs as the man's hands roamed freely over her open body.
"...Inuyasha..." she breathed, a moan escaping her throat.
"Kagome, I love you so much..." the white haired man whispered as he thrust-
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The fox boy woke up screaming, a cold sweat covering his form. "Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew." With each 'ew' his bright green eye twitched.
"What's the matter, Shippou?" The star actress of his porno dream cried, rushing into the small hut. She had thrown on a red haori, her face was suspiciously flushed, and she smelled strongly of Inuyasha and sweat and-
Shippou cringed. "The visions are getting worse..."
"Shippou?" Kagome repeated as Inuyasha came in, sporting nothing but a pair of pants. Wiping sweat off his brow, he watched the kistune currently huddled under the covers.
"Aren't you a little old for nightmares?" hanyou sneered. Indeed, Shippou, grown past his cute toddler stage years ago, and was hardly the age for monsters in the closet.
"He's having visions." Kagome explained helpfully, but the words were wasted on the two headstrong males.
"Aren't you too old for having sex so late at night?" Shippou fired back, anger at his disrupted sleeping patterns becoming apparent as he made a jab at the now 75-year-old hanyou's age.
In the past, when he was younger, Inuyasha would have blushed and gotten upset. Now all he was defensive about his nightly entertainment. "Where else are we supposed to do it?" Shippou cringed. "The twins are getting more curious every day."
"And so you have to torture me to spare your children?" the redhead accused.
"Go sleep at Miroku and Sango's!" The hanyou yelled. Shippou's raised eyebrows disappeared beneath his red bangs. Kagome lifted one a brow of her own and stared incredulously at her husband. Inuyasha coughed, a drop of sweat rolling down his face.
"Did I just say that?" Together they nodded at him, still in stunned silence. The silver-haired demon cleared his throat again. "Oops."
Shippou, slightly hysterical from lack of sleep and the hilarity of the situation, burst into gales of laughter. Now he was the one sweatdropped at.
The moral of this story is to avoid having sex around minors. Period.
Poor Shippou. The trauma. Was in a very weird mood when I typed this. Poor Caitlin too...