🏮 Kagemaru no Go
Here is my friend Alldenspa's cute fanart of Kagemaru! I tried to compose a short story to go along with the illustration. I hope you'll appreciate our teamwork! 😊
You can discover more of Allden's contortion art on their DeviantArt page and Bsky account ❤️
"It's your turn, Kage-kun," said Kurayami with a smile as she placed her stone on the board with her toes. The small round stone landed softly into place, completing another row of white stones that surrounded Kagemaru's lone black stone.
Kagemaru grunted, his face flushed with exertion as he turned his shoulders around firmly, twisting his body until his chest and buttocks were facing the same direction. He let out a long breath and stared at the board through narrowed eyes. His mind started racing, calculating every possible move, while trying his best to relax his twisted abdomen.
Kurayami giggled softly, adjusting her hair with her bare foot. "What's wrong? Are you getting tired?" She asked, playfully swinging her legs back and forth while maintaining her perfect headsit.
Kagemaru just glared at her and pushed himself a little further, leaning back on the wall behind him for support. "Not at all! I haven't lost yet." He retorted, feeling the burn in his twisted midriff. "And don't get cocky, Yami-chan. I got a lot more moves up my sleeve, some you wouldn't even dream of!"
Kurayami raised a brow, amused by his competitive spirit. "Oh really? I really hope to see them before you pass out, hehe." She teased, stretching her legs wide apart while keeping her butt pressed against the top of her head, and then easily got her knees all the way to the floor, looking like her body was made of rubber.
Kagemaru gulped at the sight of that contortionist feat done so effortlessly, his racing heart reminding him of the urgency of finding an opening in Kurayami's defenses. If only he could come up with something clever enough, he could finally turn the tide and win this game. Twisting so hard it felt like he was a piece of wet clothes being wrung out, Kagemaru scratched the back of his head, trying to think of any strategic advantage he could take.
Time ticked by as both ninjas played their turns, twisting themselves into increasingly bizarre positions, each one holding their incredible positions until they were ready to make their next move. The tension between them grew more and more palpable as the game went on, fueled by their determination to win, but also by the thrill of watching each other's bodies pushed to their limits.
They had trained since childhood to be masters of their own bodies, and now they were showing off their skills not only during the dangerous missions they took on together, but also in their leisure time, turning every moment into a competition of flexibility and endurance. They knew that true mastery came from pushing beyond their comfort zones, and playing Go under these conditions forced them to do just that.
As the evening progressed, exhaustion started setting in for both young ninjas. Their limber limbs grew heavy, their breathing became ragged, and their bodies trembled slightly as they tried to hold onto their precarious poses. But neither gave in, determined to see the game through to the end, even if it meant risking passing out right there on the floor. Both of them already looked forward to getting some much needed rest in their bed afterwards, intertwining their lithe bodies in much more pleasant ways until finally falling asleep in a loving embrace to the gentle hum of crickets outside.