Fucking With Jeane

TITLE: Fucking with Jeane

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

FANDOM: No More Heroes

DISCLAIMER: I don't own No More Heroes or any of its characters. No profit is being made.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Shinobu/Jeane/Shinobu

NOTE: Since this is a fic about Jeane, I figured that I shouldn't leave the fourth wall intact. This is my first time playing around with it, so it's probably a good thing I'm doing it in a fandom few people care about.

NOTE THE SECOND: This is a sequel to the non-futa story Fucking With Me. You don't need to have read that one to understand this one, though.

WARNING: Selfcest, multicock

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Jeane stood on top a tall building with no immediately visible means of getting onto the roof with an implausible huge full moon shining brightly behind her. She was waiting. She didn't need to wait long, of course, and soon spotted her target emerging from a nearby building. Jeane made a swan dive off the roof, somersaulted in mid-air, then landed lightly on her feet. Shinobu's visible eye went wide when she saw her dropping down in front of her and took a step back, one hand immediately flying towards the hilt of her sword.

"Hey there," said Jeane.

"What do you want?" the semi-samurai schoolgirl demanded.

"Nothing much," the red-eyed blonde replied. "I just want you teach me how to duplicate myself."

Shinobu suddenly went quiet and her eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh please," said Jeane. "We both know there are plenty of you walking around the city."

Shinobu appeared to think for a while. "You should ask Death Metal," she said. "He's the one who taught me."

"I would, but unfortunately this is a shameless porn fic. So it's gotta be you," Jeane said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Shinobu asked.

Jeane shook her head. "Never mind. Your character's not important enough."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, just a simple statement of fact. So. Made up your mind yet?"

"Why should I teach you anything?"

Jeane smiled. "Because you haven't got much choice. Besides, I'll teach you something in return."

"Yeah? What?"

"I'll show you when we get to your place. Trust me, you'll like it."

Shinobu went quiet as she considered the offer. Jeane supposed she ought to feel nervous about the uncertainty or something, but she found it pretty hard. If Shinobu refused, there wouldn't be a story. And we couldn't have that, could we?

"Fine," Shinobu said. "We'll talk it over at my place."

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Jeane didn't think anything could surprise her, but it turned out that Shinobu's place could. She'd more or less expected it to be filled with the black girl's duplicates. And it was. It's just that the many Shinobus weren't in any way having any kind of sex with each other. One Shinobu sat on the couch, playing some videogame. Another Shinobu sat next to her, reading a book. Sitting on the floor in front of the two was Shinobu, holding the play