Xiaolin Showdown; Boiling Point: Ch. 1

[pre-story]The start of a new commission series, courtesy of Corey Peters! I have many fond memories of Xiaolin Showdown, so I really enjoyed working on this one! Which sounds odd, but it's true. It's nice to be really familiar with the characters you're working with, to be able to hear their voices clearly when you read the dialogue.

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Xiaolin Showdown; Boiling Point: Chapter 1

“Are you… angry?” Omi asked, hesitantly.

“I’m. Not. Angry.” Kimiko hissed through her teeth as she stormed down the hall, her brow furrowed as she glared straight ahead. The two Xiaolin Dragons were dressed alike, a simple red robe that went down to just past the hips, with black cuffs and a strip of black fabric tied around the waist to hold it closed, though Omi had loose black pants beneath his robe while Kimiko wore tight white leggings. Beyond their clothes, though, the two almost couldn’t have looked more different.

“Oh.” Omi nodded, though his expression remained concerned as he followed along behind her, half-jogging to keep up with her pace. Omi was a full head shorter than Kimiko, his smooth-shaven scalp coming up to just below her chin, gleaming the same warm, golden tan as the rest of his skin, and his short legs simply couldn’t match her stride, leaving him scrambling along awkwardly. “...Because you seem angry.” He added.

Kimiko stopped abruptly and turned on him, blue eyes burning with rage, silky black twintails whipping around as she spun on her heel. “I’m NOT-!” She snapped, her voice rising to a shout, only to suddenly cut off as she caught herself. She paused, straightening up and closing her eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out with a sigh before starting over. “I’m not. Angry. I’m just. Frustrated.” She clarified, hissing her words through clenched teeth. Kimiko had a rather petite build, with long legs, a slender waist, and a narrow chest, but often her presence seemed much larger than her body, especially when her temper flared, looming large enough to cow even the ever-stoic Clay, sometimes. She hadn’t bothered with makeup this morning, just some simple lip gloss to emphasize her soft pink lips, but she hardly needed much, she had the kind of face that was just naturally cute, hardly a blemish in sight.

“Ahh.” Omi nodded again. “...Is it because Master Fung took Raimundo and Clay to hunt a Shen Gong Wu and left us behind?”

“I can’t believe they just left us out of a hunt!” Kimiko exclaimed, exasperated.

“Ah, but it is they who have been left out, for we have the honor of guarding the Shen Gong Wu vault!” Omi declared proudly, planting his hands on his hips and standing up to his full height. 

“I needed to buy stuff, though!” Kimiko complained. “Honor doesn’t get me more batteries! I’m gonna go crazy!”

Omi blinked in confusion, his eyes widening slightly as recognition dawned on him. “Ah, I see! I, too, would like more of the batteries. Raimundo’s game pad has run out, and just as I was about to confront the evil spirits that haunt the maze...”

Kimiko rolled her eyes, biting back a response. There was no way in hell she was gonna tell Omi she needed batteries because her vibrator died and without SOME way to releive her frustrations she was likely to strangle Rai next time he did something stupid. Or maybe just jump him and fuck his brain out. He had a pretty nice body, he might even qualify as cute if he could just keep his big mouth shut for five minutes… A smirk crossed her lips. Maybe she SHOULD tell Omi. He was just so naive and innocent, it was fun to tease him sometimes, innuendo usually went straight over his head, but when he realized what was going on he always got so flustered... But no, the concept of a sex toy might just make the poor boy’s head explode from sheer impropreity.

“Ah! I have just realized!” Omi suddenly blurted out. “This is an excellent opportunity!”

Kimiko arched an eyebrow, curiously. “An opportunity? For?”

Omi flashed a wide, toothy grin. “Intense training, of course!” He exclaimed, not even noticing Kimiko roll her eyes again as he explained. “You see, if we use this time to train even harder than usual, Master Fung will surely see our progress and decide that, next time, it is WE who should go hunting for the Shen Gong Wu while the OTHERS remain behind to guard the vault! It is a foolproof plan!” Omi elaborated, beaming with pride at his own cleverness.

Kimiko took a deep breath. Maybe some training would help work out some frustration, or at least take her mind off it. “Sure. Why not. Let’s do some training.” She muttered, flatly.

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Kimiko was halfway through her warm-up stretches when she noticed that Omi had gone quiet. The little bald monk had been going on about training and honor and various ideas he had for training courses the whole walk to the training chamber, but he’d just sort of… drifted off at some point, almost without her noticing. As she bent to touch her toes, she glanced in his direction. He was just staring at her, vacantly, his mouth half-open. She was confused for a moment, and about to call out to him, to snap him out of it, when she realized where he was looking. He was staring at her crotch. And furthermore, she realized she’d forgotten to put on panties in her haste to try and catch the others before they left. Her skin-tight white leggings were the only thing between his eyes and her bare pussy. 

White-hot anger boiled up from deep inside her, her face twisted into an angry snarl, and she drew in a breath ready to give him the scolding of a lifetime. This wasn’t the first time she’d caught him staring, he was due for a real tongue lashing... but something made her pause. Omi was raised by the monks. There weren’t any female monks, and they were all so uptight… She suddenly wondered if Omi really even knew what sex WAS. She somehow doubted the monks had ever given him ‘the talk’, and he certainly wouldn’t have been able to get his hands on porn way up here in the mountains… His height made him seem young, but they were almost the same age, he had to be getting curious, at the very least… 

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just let him look for a little bit.

She would just finish her usual stretches, she decided. She wasn’t going to do anything crazy, she was just going to do her normal routine… and let Omi watch. She just had to pretend he wasn’t there. Kimiko bent a little further forward, flattening her palms against the smooth wooden floor and slowly beginning to spread her legs apart, her hips sinking down as her feet slid further and further apart. Her slender, shapely thighs spread wider and wider, the subtle muscle tone becoming more apparent as the angle grew wider and wider, the contours of the muscles and tendons leading the eye toward the spot where they met, toward her barely-concealed mound.

She could feel the fabric of her leggings began to strain as her legs continued to spread, and she knew how the white material became increasingly sheer as it stretched, but she didn’t stop. She found herself adjusting her form, unthinkingly, angling her hips to push her tight, shapely ass up higher and offer her fellow monk a clearer view of the vee between her legs. She could practically feel Omi’s gaze burning a hole in her leggings as he stared, entranced, she could actually feel a growing heat on her lower lips, a warmth that spread through her core. Hers was probably the only pussy he’d ever seen, and he seemed to be instinctively trying to memorize every detail while he had the chance. She bit her lip as she flattened her hips against the floor, legs out completely straight to either side, her spine arched sharply to make sure Omi could still see her slit. She shifted slightly, and had to stifle a purr as her womanhood pressed against the solid wooden floor. Fuck, that felt good… Unthinkingly, her hips began to roll, just a little bit, subtly grinding her mound into the floor...

Kimiko wasn’t sure how long she spent grinding on the floor in a trance before she realized what she was doing. Was she really so desperate for stimulation that she was fucking dry humping the floor? While letting Omi watch?! She shook her head, trying to clear away the fog of lust that crept in from the edges of her mind, she really was going crazy without her vibrator. She had to clear her head. She began to push herself up from the splits when she suddenly realized she was wet, quickly glancing down between her legs. Her nectar had completely soaked through her leggings, turning the stretched, semi-sheer material almost completely transparent, and all her grinding on the floor had pressed the contours of the material into every fold of her mound. Her pussy was on full display, every contour of her smooth lips clearly visible, it even clearly outlined her clit, the sensitive nub the size of a pencil eraser perched at the top of her slit. She hadn’t meant to go this far. She was just going to tease Omi a little, let him stare through her leggings not show him every detail… she glanced nervously over at the shorter monk, still staring, hypnotized, at her crotch… then paused.

There was a bulge in Omi’s pants, extending down his thigh, well past the hem of his robe. Kimiko’s eyes widened. He was hard. He’d gotten hard from staring at her pussy. That thought alone was enough to send a thrill racing up her spine, but what really made her eyes widen was that it was… big. Like, really, really big, especially considering his height. It looked like it was practically reaching to his knee! She blinked, shaking her head, it had to be just a weird fold of the fabric, there was no way innocent, naive little Omi was packing a bulge that big. But when she opened them again, the bulge was still there, the unmistakable tent of an absolutely mammoth cock. She bit her lip again.

“Oh, Omi~!” She suddenly called out as she started to raise her hips once more, keeping her legs straight and her torso low so as to thrust her tight, shapely ass up into the air, her pussy still clearly on display. “You okay, little guy?” she asked, teasingly as she looked back and him over one shoulder

At the sound of his name, Omi blinked, his eyes moving away from Kimiko’s crotch to meet her eyes, his expression blank. A moment passed, and then all at once the trance was broken, immediately his eyes widened with shock and panic, a red-hot blush spreading across his features like wildfire, reaching all the way to his ears. “Kimiko!” He gasped, quickly holding up his hands defensively as he began to babble and stammer in a panic. “I- I was not- I did not- I am-”

Kimiko giggled, a playful smirk forming on her glossy lips. She couldn’t resist. “What do you think?” she asked, arching her spine a little more and wiggling her hips side to side. She let the question hang in the air for a moment as Omi’s eyes went even wider, instinctively flicking over to track the movement of her hips then frantically snapping back to her eyes, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he mustered all his willpower to resist the urge to look again. “How’s my form? You were watching me stretch so… intently…” She purred, smirking a little wider. “So what do you think?” She asked again.

Omi swallowed, his brain struggling to catch up with the sudden question as he continued to strain to resist looking between her legs. Eventually, though, he managed to string together a sentence. “I… It seemed… very… nice?” He finally finished, sounding thoroughly confused.

Kimiko bit her lip as an idea popped into her mind, a crazy, stupid, terrible idea, born from pure frustration, one she absolutely could not go though with… but even as she decided against it, she heard herself begin to speak. “You know… if we’re going to be doing some really intense training… I should probably do a little extra stretching before we get started, don’t you think?” She purred, her pale blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “Think you could help me out, Omi? I could really use a partner to give me some… support. Somebody to really… stretch me out… you know what I mean?” She asked, licking her lips as she looked back at him, like a tiger eyeing its prey.

Omi swallowed, nervously, though his mouth was already uncomfortably dry. His mind was swimming with unfamiliar hormones, barraged by strange feelings and bizarre urges. He didn’t understand what was going on, why Kimiko was acting so strangely, why he felt such a powerful desire to look at her… groin, what he saw there, or even why his… privates had grown stiff and swollen. He was confused and scared, and yet… something powerful, instinctual, urged him on. He shook his head and cleared his throat, straightening up into a more dignified stance, trying to regain some of his composure, to maintain his honor in the eyes of his fellow Xiaolin Dragon, even though his face still burned with a deep crimson blush. “I.. I suppose I could… assist you.”