Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Everything You Hoped For	By : Digitriangel Category: Digimon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28104 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon and make no money off of this work.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Warnings: No sex, many references to perverted events
This chapter got very long, so I split it. All the naughtiest parts coming soon, until then take some plot/world building for the one guy who enjoys that.

Sora Takenochi always saw herself as an ordinary person with an extraordinary life. She was the girl next door: a little tomboyish growing up, switching from football to the more ladylike tennis in Middle school. In High school she worked part time for her mother and managed to obtain grades in the seventy fifth percentile, good enough to go to university of her choice with her then boyfriend.
In second year, after a particularly nasty break up with her then ex-boyfriend, she dropped out of school, and worked as a waitress part time. The café once held a handshake event for a semi prominent idol, and there Sora managed to impress a talent manager. Sora was no idol herself, but had a knack for fashion design and had quickly obtained an internship under one of the lower ranking designers. She was currently working full time for little money with the faint hope of breakout success, which was fairly typical of a twenty-two-year-old.
On the extraordinary side: she was best friends with a talking pink bird that could morph into a phoenix. Had been whisked away to a monster filled world when she was eleven, and the ensuing chaos contained some of her most treasured memories. She once saved a convention center from an invasion of ghosts by leading a chant. Fought a battle for the fate of the planet in the sky. Overcame the literal reboot of causality only to save the world again.
Oh, and her now full-boyfriend-again just happened to be a rockstar whose latest single was topping the national charts. Not to mention the innate craziness that was her freshman year. (Four chosen should not go to college together period, it only really calmed down after Meiko transferred and she dropped out.)
When her boyfriend’s little brother called, asking if he could meet up with her along with his girlfriend for advice on their budding relationship, and had begged the older girl not to tell her boyfriend, Sora figured that fell under ordinary.
Takeru and Hikari’s relationship was, by all accounts, extraordinary. Especially for such a vanilla backstory. Two childhood friends who danced around their infatuations through Middle school and High school, only to end up dating at the start of college with a sex life right out of a teenage male’s wet dream.
That said, neither had been in a serious relationship before and the tykes had a history of confiding in Sora instead of their needlessly overprotective brothers. Their siblings would be no help anyway; Yamato and Taichi were clueless when it came to romance, those two were only good for advice on what not to do.
Takeru was holding a leash when Sora answered the door, which was certainly not normal. On the other end of that leash was a smiling Hikari, despite the word ‘slut’ engraved in her collar or the way her hands were tied behind her back or even the cum staining the younger girl’s hair.
That was definitely extraordinary, in a bad way. It set off all the warning signs.
Freshman year warning signs.
“Is something the matter?” Takeru asked, seemly confused about Sora’s discomfort as if the source was not openly tied to the other end of his leash. Screw that, the leash itself was half the problem.
“Nothing,” Sora said, her voice even “I was just expecting you a little later.” she amended as she led the pair inside the flat she shared with Yamato.   The apartment was honestly beneath their means right now; still student living, not meant for a recent breakout rockstar. But both she and Yamato were frugal, they would upgrade only after he found out how much he made in his next concert tour.
“I hope you don’t mind sitting here a while? I need to finish something up for work and then we can talk.” Sora said before hurrying out of the room.
This was bad, with Hikari in that condition who knows what Takeru had done to her, and the blond had specifically requested to meet Sora when she was alone. Helpless. Had that playboy gotten bored of willing girls and was now coming to upstage his brother?
Rifling through her purse she pulled out a Taser, being the girlfriend of a semi prominent heartthrob had its drawbacks, and Sora had already dispatched a couple of more senseless fans. Takeru would not take her so easily.
Sora peeked into the room she left her ‘guests’ in. It was her living room, divided from the kitchen only by a counter. In the center of that counter was a weight bearing column, sculpted to imitate those of ancient Rome, that Hikari’s leash was currently tied to. Inhumane, but helpful, Sora had her doubts about winning two on one. In the worst case Hikari may try to help Takeru, Sora would rather not risk it.
The blond boy was sitting in a chair, currently facing away from her. Sora shot Hikari a playful grin and placed a finger upon her lips, the girl caught on and did her best not to look at Sora, allowing her to sneak up behind the blond undetected.
When the Chosen of love successfully reached her target she threw her arms around his head and plunged the Taser into his arm.   He was not expecting the preemptive strike and soon was lying on the floor, with the redhead on his back. At her mercy.
“One wrong move and you’re out. You hear me?” she sparked the Taser to show she was serious.
“What? What are you doing?” Hikari asked, trying to rush to her boyfriend’s defense even as the collar choked her. Panic and fear painted the younger girl’s face at the assault on her beloved.
“Helping you.” Sora said, “Even if you don’t realize that yet. Look at yourself, he tied you up, slapped a leash on you, and tied that up. You probably don’t even care how messed up that is.”
“You can, you can see my leash?” Hikari asked with a hint of joy. With one sentence her entire world had changed. Even more proof in Soar’s mind that Takeru had obtained his position through unscrupulous means. Clearly Hikari was just unused to anyone being willing to help her.
“That’s wonderful.” The brunette continued, “Takeru did you hear that, she can already see that I’m your dirty little cumdump, we don’t have to explain anything to her. We can just jump right into it.”
“What?!” The redhead declared.
Okay Maybe Hikari wasn’t in outward despair but that just meant Takeru messed her up more than Sora anticipated. There was no way the innocent little girl she’d grown up with could say that with a straight face. She would have to consider this a worst case scenario, which wasn’t good for the blond’s health.
“Hikari, darling, she’s throttling and abusing me. I think we still have to explain.”
“I think she’s into it. I mean Sora, didn’t Mimi tell you about Takeru? You just wanted your turn to have a ride.” That was right, Mimi had mentioned hooking up with the younger boy recently, so did Miyako. Come to think of it those would also have been warning signs if not for the fact they were Mimi and Miyako, and willing to talk themselves into many a young heartthrob’s pants.
Still, it would be classic Ishida behavior to try and sleep with everyone he could. That bastard. She dug the Taser into his skin again.
“Ah- Sora, wait I didn’t come her to sleep with you-ou.” she shocked the liar, “Hikari, could you please be a bit more helpful -ack.” He sighed, “No, I’m not here to sleep with her for the last time Hikari. -Ow- Look can I just talk?”
“Thirty seconds.” Sora warned. Takeru was a man of many words, he would undoubtedly fail.
“A few months ago, all the sudden, well you may not believe this but I, I um-”
“Suddenly developed a mystical power and used it to rape as many girls as possible? Yeah I’ve heard it before.” she finished.
“No! I mean yes I’ve been sleeping with girls, but it’s not rape and -” She started squeezing his esophagus. She would just asphyxiate him until he passed out, then quiz Hikari, for all she knew every second with Takeru was dangerous.
“I just, neeed, h-halp.” He said, body too warn down from the Taser to properly resist her assault.
“I bet you do, just like Koushiro needed ‘help’ ruining my relationship. I’ve heard your story a hundred times before.” Well three, but still.
Takeru’s struggles lost their vigor, and Sora was looking for the right moment to safely release when the third voice called out.
“Wait,” Hikari pleaded, tears streaming down her face again “You aren’t supposed to, not for real. Please don’t kill Takeru he didn’t do anything.”
Something about the quiver in the younger girl’s voice, or perhaps the look in her eye caused Sora’s grip to loosen. She had always seen Hikari as a surrogate sister since as long as she could remember, and if she was asking to stop then Sora would stop. For now. “If he didn’t do anything then explain why you are tied up like that?” she accused, raising her voice over the din of Takeru’s coughing fit.
“It was my idea, mostly. A compromise. Takeru made it so no one would notice. Except you I guess, I didn’t think I hoped that.”
“Right.” Sora deadpanned, “I’ve known you for sixteen years Hikari. You would never go out in public like that.”
“You’ve never known the Hikari who thought she could get away with it.” Hikari reasoned, “Look, you seem to know a bit about these powers, Takeru can’t make me do anything I don’t want to. That’s literally how his powers work, he makes your hopes a reality.”
“And you believed him?” Sora asked “Why should you, he could be lying to you. Or you to me for all I know.”
“I know he can’t make me do things I don’t want to, trust me. Life would be simpler if he could. And please Sora, I could never lie to you.” Hikari put on her best puppy dog face, it was outright unfair that a nineteen-year-old could look like that. But once bitten twice shy; thrice bitten, Taser happy.
“OK, but how about this, if you hoped I broke my arm, could Takeru make that happen?”
“Takeru would never, -” Hikari started indignantly, but that was all the answer Sora needed. If Takeru could manipulate someone based on third party hopes then Hikari herself could be compromised. She went back to strangling the blond, stopped only by a memory.
He’d told Hikari he wouldn’t sleep with her, after asking his girlfriend to be helpful. Did that mean Hikari had been hoping for a threesome at that point and Takeru rejected it? Sora calmed herself down a touch. Both Takeru and Hikari were trained to trust and be honest with her unconditionally, and Yamato was still in the picture, right? Unless Takeru had prepared himself drastically he would not be able to even think about hurting her. Or sleeping with her, for that matter.
“Takeru, I’ll let you go, so long as you are willing to admit on the internet you love Hiro more than Yamato.” Hiro was a locally famous pop Idol who once got in a spat with the Chosen’s band. Hiro claimed they were “no talent, just noise.” and Yamato hadn’t taken it well. Hiro hadn’t taken it well either when Yamato slept with Hiro’s fiancé in revenge, it was a bit of a sore spot for Sora too.
“I- I can, Why?” The blond seemed confused. “But that’s big brother’s,” his hands started to quake, “I mean Yamato hates-” he tried to look at her before he cast his head down, “Okay,” Takeru finally relented, nearly dry heaving, “I-Ill d-do it. If you’ll believe me I-I…”
Sora’s body instantly relaxed, and she put her Taser to the side “Relax, I lied. But can you blame me? You did just admit to using magical powers to rape girls.”
“I didn’t rape anyone.” Sure, boys had a different definition of rape. “and I came here for help.” He did say that, and if Yamato’s power still worked than hers must as well. Maybe he was being honest with her.
“Sora?” Hikari ventured. “How did you know about Takeru’s powers? I mean you said you’ve done this before. I didn’t think anyone other than Takeru and Daisuke had powers. And I didn’t really believe it until I watched Daisuke teleport out of my room naked.”
“Daisuke can teleport?” Sora asked “How did he even get that power? I guess he’s more Taichi than Yamato. And why was he in your room naked. Do I need to give him some of this?” She sparked her Taser again.
“It’s a long story.” Takeru conceded “But no Daisuke can’t teleport, or do anything with his power right now.” He continued, slightly wary that the Taser might dig into him again at any second. “But I’m curious too, did everyone suddenly get powers a few months ago.”
Sora exhaled “Not a few months. Actually this was expected. Did both Taichi and Yamato neglect to mention this to you? They promised they would, I know Yamato’s been busy with his band and Taichi has that internship but I can’t believe I have to be the big sibling in their place. Again.” she stood up and helped Takeru to his feet.
“I’ll put on tea, this might take a while.”
“It all started the last year of High school, last year of Middle school for you guys. More importantly it was Jou’s freshman year. He was freaking out. We all thought it was from stress. He’d barely done well enough to get into the school he wanted and we all thought college life would burn him out. But he excelled in college, enough even to come back for the odd party. Weird right?
“Well Taichi got him drunk enough one day and he told us something strange. He said that at certain times in his day he could see a cross floating in front of him. If he grabbed that cross then the next thing he did would be successful, no matter what. But he would not explain anything more than that. We all thought he was crazy, or drunk out of his mind.
“Then one day in freshman year things started to change for Taichi, he literally jumped out of a fifth story window on campus to stop a mugging. The stories spread, and it became Taichi’s thing, he was invited to every major party, had a fanclub on campus, and an interview in the school paper, all while somehow managing to only fail one test in five, and ace the rest. Even me and Meiko once-” Her face flushed “-you don’t need to hear everything that happened freshmen year. Anyway Taichi was on top of the world.
“I was next. One day when talking to Meiko about, uh, something, I noticed a heart sitting to the side of her. Not a biological heart just a heart symbol, in two dimensions. And If I touched it - the heart - it chimed. It wasn’t just Meiko though, it happened for everyone, even with you I see a heart, and If I touch it, then it will chime. But the heart only appears after you take an action, and I learned that the more I press the heart, the more likely the person is to do the action again, like.”
She was absolutely red faced. “I was training them.” She shook her head and focused on the table.
“Anyway, Yamato and I were still technically dating, and Meiko and Taichi were, um dating -”
“Fucking.” Hikari suppled, cutting across the red-head “I’ve seen them do it before, you don’t have to play coy on account of me.”
“Right,” Sora said, unused to this crude Hikari “They were - doing that. And Meiko and I were roommates, as were Taichi and Yamato so you can imagine there were certain behaviors I wished to, reinforce, to uh, optimize the situation. But I’m slow, so I didn’t really get to do much until before the next change happened.
“Except we aren’t really sure when that was, just all of the sudden people started treating Yamato different. He didn’t even realize it himself. But all of a sudden Taichi and I stopped hav-, I mean Taichi and Meiko stopped having sex in my room, or Yamato’s room. I don’t know where they went. In fact, anytime the three of us even wanted to meet up without telling Yamato we got ill.”
She turned toward Takeru “Like not quite, but your nerves start shaking and you just want to throw up. It was only a few people though, but in that group no one would disagree with Yamato unless they had a very good reason.
“And then, during one particularly wild party, Meiko started freaking out. She got her power then, but that wasn’t why she was freaking out, she was able to put together all the weird stuff that happened so far could be traced back to one of us. My power only works on others, Taichi’s mainly works on himself, Yamato doesn’t even do anything for his to activate. We were stupid and clueless, too focused on our own schemes to notice those around us, but Meiko put it together and couldn’t handle it.
“Then there was this guy, he said, outright, that Meiko was just crazy enough no one would believe her and pulled a knife, he tried to rape her there. I don’t think he knew we were watching, he might have and just not cared.”
Her face turned up in disgust. “Then Taichi stepped in, and, well, he didn’t really do anything but bluff, the other guy just all of a sudden pulled down his own pants and, and.” Sora looked down. “It was messy, there was blood everywhere, but the guy did it to himself. And by all accounts because Taichi had threatened him to.
“That guy barely survived but at that point I realized that I wasn’t the only one with a power. I told Yamato, I couldn’t not tell Yamato without retching every morning. And the next thing I know there’s a four-way cold war battle between friends with magical powers.
“The rest is, well certainly not as disgusting as a guy cutting off his own,” she stopped “as that party, but it was bad. Eventually we came to a truce. It’s stupid, we were friends beforehand, but we almost killed each other towards the end. Meiko transferred schools just to be sure. And Taichi and Yamato only hang out about once a semester these days.
“Of course then Koushiro came along, having blown through all the girls of Odaiba. He was central to maintaining the truce. Koushiro can make a discovery in anything he studies, so when he started making breakthroughs he naturally wondered why, and learned about crest powers. He learned they were tied to your body’s maturity, hence why we get them when we are nineteen. And came here to confirm with us. He also identified our powers, in Yamato’s case better than we did. And if you know how someone’s power works it’s a lot easier to live with them.
“Except the way Yamato’s power works, he doesn’t even do anything. Anytime one of his friends is about to do something that might be interpreted as betraying him they get nauseous. You know what I’m talking about Takeru. So even without realizing it I was changing, warping into a different person.”
“I don’t see how not betraying your friend changes you that much.” Hikari countered.
“That’s because you don’t know what counts as a betrayal, and you’re lucky you don’t.” she set down her mug. “Look Hikari, I’ll take your word that your fling is legit, but if Yamato were to get you in a room alone tomorrow and ask you for a shag, five-to-one you’d accept. Even Takeru hasn’t felt the full brunt of it. In that moment, when it’s just you and him alone, turning him down feels like more of a betrayal than cheating on your boyfriend.”
She tapped her coffee cup lightly on the table. “And then of course if I get mad at his infidelity suddenly I’m the sucky friend and it doesn’t go away until I blow hi-, until I make it up to him.”
“I wouldn’t betray Takeru.” the brunette defended, shaking her head before looking at her beloved. “I won’t betray Takeru.” she said it with such intensity Sora jumped back, almost spilling her tea.
“Okay, but how does that explain how you can, well you know.” Takeru gestured wildly.
Sora did not know, but Hikari helped enlighten her. The younger girl, fire still flowing in her eyes, pushed her back against the column she was still tied to, and raised her legs into the air. Her skirt rode up, revealing a bare pussy. Written in permanent ink above her crotch was the phrase ‘Takeru Takaishi’s Cum Dumpster’ and then a single black arrow pointing to her cunt.
Sora was flabbergasted, finding it hard to believe Hikari was doing this of her own free will as the girl lowered herself back down.
“That,” Takeru clarified, “how do you see things that I’ve made it so no one but Hikari and myself should be able to see.”
“I’m a little more concerned that you guys are even doing something like that in public? What happened to my sweet little angels?” Takeru gulped, her eyes hardened. “Seriously what happened.”
“Long story,” Takeru deflected, “can we finish yours first?”
Both teens were still affected by her power, Sora reminded herself. They would be honest, and unaggressive, she could wait. “Well after Koushiro pointed out Yamato might be subconsciously changing me he also noted that since those powers only work on friends, if I cut Yamato out of my life I wouldn’t be affected. I was terrified of turning into someone I wasn’t. So I did it, no relationship, no friendship, cold turkey.
“Boy was that a mistake,” she smiled to hide the tears in her eyes. “Because everyone of our mutual friends were of course going to side with Yamato, even if they were more loyal to me anyway the thought of betraying him by comforting me made them sick.
“Taichi and Koushiro knew why they felt sick, and at least I had a couple other friends, but it was rough. And if that wasn’t bad enough I missed the bastard, it wasn’t his fault he was so manipulative.”
“After Koushiro ran off to America, Taichi came up with an idea. With a little experimentation we realized that there was a way to make that odd feeling go away; Taichi used his power to make me immune to others.” she sniffled “Well not immune, per se, resistant. Without Koushiro around we weren’t sure if immune might kill me and besides he wanted to,” she shook her head, “Stupid Taichi.”
Takeru felt dread prickling in the pit of his stomach, if Taichi could make himself immune to crest powers, then did that mean he’d been in full control that weekend when Takeru had played with the Yagami family, and could snap at any minute? “So Taichi and you are immune to other people’s powers, why not do that to everyone?”
“Not Taichi, just me.” Sora clarified, “He tried to do it to himself too, but his power, it,” she paused searching for words. “Taichi takes a risk and if he uses his power then he either gets a great success or a miserable failure. For me it was success, for him failure. So Taichi became more susceptible to crest powers.
“And, well, he- It’s not that important. What is was that neither Yamato nor I would like to see those first few weeks replicated with anyone else in the group, especially you two. So we decided not to take the risk.”
The blond nodded in relief as she continued. “Which is why Taichi and Yamato were supposed to explain this to you guys, and Daisuke and Ken, just so something like that didn’t happen again. I mean Mimi doesn’t realize she has a power, and Miyako’s relatively harmless in all honesty. She’s too impulsive to use that power nefariously. But the four of you experimenting at once? That would be catastrophic.”
Takeru winced, and Sora was struck with curiosity. “Is that why you are here?”
“Sort of, look,” he exhaled, his introduction had already been waylaid by her story, “Hand to god, the only thing I did to Hikari those first two weeks was give her better orgasms when we were already having sex. I didn’t force her to do anything. I wouldn’t.”
“Calm down, I believe you.” Sora said, more interested in where he was going than his blubbering excuses. She would get the whole story then judge where blame fell.
Takeru nodded, “And then one day, I get a strange text from Hikari telling me I need to come over, and I walk in on her and Daisuke, together.” he glanced down and Sora noted Hikari also found a fascination with the floor, her face a mixture of shame and resolve. “But I know their hopes,” Takeru quickly amended, “So I knew Daisuke did something, and he was planning to do more.
“I managed to get Hikari to hope she was with me again, and then with her help I pacified Daisuke but ever since then, well.”
“She’s been like this?” Sora surmised. That wasn’t really a long story, although she had been right to think something was off in the other girl. Takeru nodded looking Sora in the eye.
“I just want to know th-”
“No!”
Hikari leapt forward as much as she could while tied to the pillar, straining against her now most unwelcome leash. “No!” she repeated just as desperately. “You promised, I’ve been good, I swear. Don’t! Please!”
“I won’t make you relive it this time, promise.”
“I don’t care! You can’t know! You’ll hate me!”
The redhead looked between the arguing couple, “What is going on?” she softly demanded. Hikari looked at her with wide eyes, took one step back, then collapsed, head propped up painfully by her collar as she continued to plead in a low whisper.
Takeru walked over to his girlfriend, picking her up so the collar no longer dug into the flesh under her chin. “I made the mistake of having her realize everything Daisuke did to her. She gets like this anytime I try to confront her.” Takeru looked up at the older girl, in that moment looking every bit the eight-year-old boy desperately trying keep a sick girl alive while under artillery bombardment. “Please,” he begged through a strangled sob, “I just want to know she’s alright.”
All this crying was contagious, and Sora fought hard to keep her head. Walking over to the hysterical girl and grabbing the left side of her body, propping her up opposite Takeru. The poor girl was so distressed over something so simple, was she this unstable or was there something else going on here?
As much as Takeru wanted to believe he was faultless Hikari’s refusal to cooperate was shining unfavorably on his innocence.
“Hikari look at me.” Sora said, cupping the brunettes chin and directing it towards herself. “Everything’s going to be fine. But you have to face reality at some point. You can trust me right?”
“Please, don’t. You’ll hate me.” continued to trickle out of the Yagami’s mouth, but Sora could feel the head nod in her hand.
“But if you put on a reaction like this then of course we’d be concerned, and that’s not going to go away until we find out the problem.”
Hikari’s eyes went wide, and she began to struggle against her bindings. “he’llhatemehe’llhatemehe’llhatemehe’llhatemehe’llhatemehe-”
Takeru could hardly hang on to his struggling girlfriend, his heart crushing at the thought he might be the cause. “Hikari, Deep breaths, I won’t hate you. I can’t hate you! I love you!” he cried in desperation.
That stopped her struggling, and quieted her down, although her mantra continued beneath her breath. “he’llhatemehe’llhate”
“Hikari I know this is hard for you. My life got pretty crazy too.” She reached to the younger girls back, prying open a clenched fist to wrap her pinky around the younger girls. “I’m going to help you. Pinky promise. It’s been sixteen years and I have I ever broken one of those?”
Hikari actually stopped her cries “Na, no” she admitted.
“Then I’ll do it again, I pinky promise not to tell Takeru anything about what happened, or in any way lead to him finding out.” she pulled her hand down as much as the bindings would allow. “Then do you trust us to talk in private?”
Hikari shook her head. “What if,” she stammered “if you try to change me?”
Sora smiled, “That’s easy. I promise not to try to change you in anyway without your consent.” She pulled her pinky down again, as Hikari began to put strength back into her knees. “And Takeru,” The redhead called out “Hikari’s probably hoping I keep those promises, can you go ahead and guarantee that?”
Takeru’s eyes went wide in fear, doing this would mean he might end the day at square one, and no matter what he wouldn’t know what was wrong. Truthfully he’d been hoping Sora was lying to Hikari, and going to use her own power to right the girl.
But if there was even a one percent chance he could help Hikari he would take it. He would trust Sora, and his girlfriend. He looked up at the surprisingly daunting bubble over Hikari’s head and felt it turn green, his body collapsing to the floor with the change. “It’s done.”
Sora had already unhooked Hikari’s collar, and was working on undoing the ropes, which Takeru helped her with. The blond calmed himself down, Sora wanted to get to the bottom of this and fix whatever was wrong. It took every fiber of his being not to activate that hope.
He still feared that perhaps there was something very wrong, and fixing in such a way would mean saying goodbye to Hikari forever and maybe hurt her even more. If that happened, having to pick between Hikari’s happiness and her freedom which would he choose? What should he choose?
Sora pulled Hikari into the bedroom she shared with Yamato, safely away from Takeru’s prying ears. This was still a tense situation; one wrong move could bring on another bout of hysteria from the younger girl. Part of her just wanted to let Hikari cry it out, but ideally knowing what was wrong would be useful too.
“You really are lucky; you know?” Sora said cautiously, “To many guys, if their girl starts acting friskier than normal, they will take advantage of it, afraid to look a gift horse in the mouth. But Takeru cares enough about you to see something is wrong, and want to fix it.”
“I wish he didn’t,” the girl muttered and sighed, “he doesn’t need to care about me, just treat me like a sextoy.”
“Are you sure you mean that? Think about Takeru nursing you when you’re sick. Taking you out to dinner for your anniversary. Or sharing a blanket on the couch in the middle of a winter storm. Don’t those thoughts just make your heart warm?”
A light blush adorned the brunettes face “I-it does. But I’d be happier if he’d just pump my pussy every day.”
“But you do want him to care.” Sora pressed. “Deep down. You like him caring about you.”
“I … guess.”
That was good, she was making progress. “And because he cares about you, he’s worried. He’s going to continue to worry until he finds out what’s wrong.”
“I’d rather he not.” Hikari repeated “He’ll hate me. I don’t care if he treats my like trash in everything else, why can’t he respect me on this?”
“He does respect you.” Hikari look at her with confusion painted on her face. “If he didn’t he wouldn’t have brought you. If he didn’t we wouldn’t be having this conversation, I know he could have just made me know everything he or anyone else changed about you. But he didn’t, he’s respecting your privacy enough to let you confide in me.”
She sat on the bed next to her charge. “But you know, he’s getting desperate. That scene in the kitchen, that’s not normal. That’s not how you used to be Hikari. And these powers can change people dramatically, it’s natural for him to be worried.”
“He still should just drop it.” Hikari said, clenching her eyes together.
“He’s just worried because the old you wouldn’t have acted like that. You know it, Hikari, we’re just concerned that-”
“Well maybe I don’t want to be the old me.” Hikari spat, loud enough they could hear a crash coming from downstairs in response. Takeru may have been overreacting; to Sora, the idea of Hikari not wanting to return to her former self was somewhat expected.
“Why not?”
Hikari stuttered for over a minute. Searching for a lie she could justify to Sora. But the redhead had conditioned her to be honest, there was nothing the girl could think about that she could sincerely voice, until finally.
“Because the old me didn’t like Takeru” she admitted, tears forming in her eyes, “The old me didn’t like anyone, not like this.” So Takeru had changed her to like him and the new her was resistant to changing back. That might make it harder to fix, if Takeru found out who knows what might happen? Would he want to fix her? Panic? Blame himself?
“But I wanted to.” Hikari added, “You don’t know how many times I wanted to. No matter how much I wanted to want Takeru, I just couldn’t want Takeru. It’s stupid, I know.” the brunette shamefully hid her tears in the comfort of a pillow.
“It’s not stupid,” the redhead soothed, “We can’t help who we like. Every girl whishes they could change who they are attracted to at one point or another,” notably after break-ups, “it’s not so easy.”
“But I didn’t like anyone.” Hikari whined. “Not just Takeru, every time Miyako or Mimi started gushing about a hot guy or a new idol group I just could not find what I was supposed to like about them. Even as Miyako snuck me pics of male models, It’s not like I couldn’t, I mean, I could still masturbate to them, but nothing struck me as particularly special.”
She sniffed, but now that she was opening up to Sora all the details poured out in a flood, Sora having long ago trained Hikari’s emotional dam not to repair itself when the girl needed to open up. “And it wasn’t just boys either, I tried to see if I could like girls too, but there were no fireworks, no butterflies. Nothing from anyone, nothing from everyone.
“I wanted to like Takeru, everyone said I should like Takeru, but I didn’t. I mean I liked hanging out with him and I don’t think I would have hated going to the movies or getting dinner or normal date things. It was just everything that came after, I doubted I’d be able to kiss him, let alone give him all the sex he deserved.”
Sora ascribed that last bit to Hikari’s current persona.
“And then D-Daisuke happened, only Takeru doesn’t realize it. I didn’t, I didn’t even realize it until Takeru made me. It happened a month before I did anything with Takeru. All of the sudden I could feel it, the burning passion I was supposed to feel. I could feel the heightened bliss by imagining it was Takeru’s fingers getting me off, by picturing the look on his face as I stared his cock down and took it in my mouth. And not just Takeru or Daisuke either, but I could picture a whole host of boys, and I realized what I liked in them.” Hikari’s sobs had quieted, her tone now more hopeful than disparaging.
“Even before Daisuke stared to change me too much I became enthralled in the new feelings. I loved the fact that I could be perverse, and I wanted someone to order me around, to put me in increasing depraved scenarios just so I could enjoy this newfound world of lust.   I guess Daisuke may have changed me a little. But really he just made me embrace the idea’s that were there before:
“He made me want to rebel against my parents by sleeping with guys I suddenly wanted to sleep with anyway; he made me more sexually loyal when I already liked the idea of prostrating myself before my master. He made me more open to letting my boyfriend sleep with other girls when the depravity of such a scenario turned me on long before Daisuke himself arrived at the fantasy.
“But what Daisuke didn’t realize is that I wanted Takeru, I wanted to want Takeru for so long and now I finally did. And then one day we were hanging at my house and something changed. I recognized the hungry look in Takeru’s eyes because for once it was reflected in my own. I wanted to want Takeru for so long I hadn’t realized just how much he had been wanting me. And so I kissed him, and then we fucked, and that night Takeru accepted me. The new me. The me I wanted to be.
“It was everything I hoped for and more.” she bragged “He didn’t use his powers, he just read my hopes and guessed. He had the perfect combination of holding me back and spurring me forward. He spanked me naked on the balcony can you believe that?”
Sora shook her head no, for a very different reason than Hikari as the girl continued “I know, I could finally be as depraved as I liked, and he forced me into even more. I loved it. I loved every bit of it.
“And I realized that he’d been waiting for me, this wonderful boy hadn’t gotten laid yet because I was being stupid and didn’t like him the way I wanted to. And maybe I forced him to sleep with other girls, but boys are supposed to like that, and he deserved it for putting up with a stupid bitch like me. And he does like it, I know he’d give it up if I asked because he’s stupid too, but he revels in being able to swim in pussy.
“Daisuke didn’t like the fact I picked Takeru. No, I think he thought Takeru forced me to pick him. So then Daisuke made me addicted to pleasure - not like I hadn’t been having sex nearly every day anyway. So what if he made me prioritize sex higher than I used to? So what if I’m addicted to being Takeru’s plaything? Sex is fun and Takeru deserves it, even if he says he doesn’t.
“More importantly, when I realized Takeru had a power, my head swam with possibilities. He was holding out on me, that collar is the least of what he can do. Because Daisuke made me like pleasure so much I wanted more and now Takeru could fix anything. So it was natural I acted a little horny now that we could play out any fantasy I hoped for.”
Sora had been quiet during Hikari’s tirade, although she didn’t see how any of this was a big enough disaster for Hikari’s episode, she remained supportive nonetheless. “So you are worried that if Takeru finds out he’ll make it so you aren’t attracted to him anymore?”
“It’s stupid.” Hikari said shaking “But when Takeru finds out he’ll change me back and break up with me, no matter how much I want to want him afterward he won’t let me. Even the old me wouldn’t want to go back to that after experiencing this passion. If I try to explain that to him, even after he puts me back, he’ll hate himself for being a part of it so long, and he’ll hate me for trying to go back to being his slut. And I just can’t stand the thought of him hating me. He cares too much about me, it’s stupid.”
That did seem like a classic Takeru move, seeing himself as the tragic hero. Doing ‘what’s best for Hikari’ even if it led both of them deep into depression. He might just run away so Hikari didn’t have to look at him, or use his power with an unknowing and well intentioned friend to force Hikari to get over him.
“Okay, I agree that might not be best, but Hikari don’t you think you are prioritizing sex a bit too much?” Sora asked, “It’s one thing to be tied up and leashed when no one can notice you.” and it’s consensual Sora reminded herself, despite her own reaction to the scene, “and another to watch your boyfriend get strangled because you think it’ll lead to sex.”
Hikari looked down when Sora continued. “And Takeru said he was concerned before, can you think of any specific times?”
Hikari covered her face, she still was unlikely to lie to her confidant.
“I might have suggested we leave Mimi to be gangbanged to insanity in a park and only fix her afterward.” She immediately shot to her own defense, “But Mimi wanted to be gangbanged and we could fix her later. So what’s the big problem?”
“The problem with letting your friend go insane? Just because you can fix something later doesn’t make it okay to break it. Fixing a window doesn’t give you a license to break more.”
“But what’s the point of magic powers then, if not for getting away with whatever you want? Everyone wanted me to be a good girl forever why can’t I let loose now?”
Was this a side effect of wanting to rebel against her parents? Or had she always felt this way? It hurt Sora to admit she did not know.
“Hikari, you were going to abandon her.”
“Not really, and even if I was it still beats who I was before. I know you cheated on Yamato with my brother before, you know what I’m talking about. It’s fun to be a slut and lose yourself in pleasure.” There was a difference between a slut and whatever Hikari was right now.
Wait, was that the issue?
“Hikari, you do realize there is a middle ground between being asexual and being so desperate for sex you sell out your friends?”
Hikari, who had in fact never really experienced this middle ground, stared at her in amazement. “What?”
“Just because you don’t want to be a Madonna, a pure virgin, you don’t have to do every sexual thing you can think of. I’m sure there is a compromise. You don’t have to go all the way back.”
“Who said I wanted to compromise?”
“Do you want to keep Takeru around?” Sora shot, “You are hurting him with this behavior, he thinks it’s his fault.”
“Well It’s not, and you can tell him I wanted to be like this. Problem solved.”
“No, you didn’t and no it’s not. You wanted to want Takeru, you said it a million times. You never said you wanted to want Takeru so much you betrayed your friends.” Hikari stopped at that, a confused looked etched on her face as she tried to remember. “And when you wanted to want Takeru it was because he cared about you, would you still have wanted to want him if all you were to him was a toy?
“I believe you, for the record.” Sora continued “I may not be thrilled that someone changed you into this, but it would be bad if Takeru found out and dumped you for something that wasn’t your fault.” And in classical Takeru fashion added further complications for the sake of the grander narrative. “We’ll compromise.”
“But I don’t want to compromise. I want to be Takeru’s personal little Fuckslave and do what he tells me.”
“And you still can.” Hikari’s eyes widened a bit at Sora’s words “You can still be turned on at the thought of being Takeru’s slave, and get off on doing what he tells you. Just now you will also priorities other things too, like your friend’s well-being.” Or actually being able to leave Takeru, Sora mentally added. Otherwise the slave play was just a bit too close to home.
“But Takeru deserves more tha-”
“Does he deserve to feel pain?” that shut the brunette up “Do you want him to feel terrible? Because you are hurting him right now. If Takeru means so much to you then try to think about what he wants.”
Hikari looked away, guilty. “I don’t want to hurt Takeru I just -”
“Want to do everything yourself without caring about his opinion?”
“No, I-” she took in a deep breath “Can I still get off by thinking of Takeru with other girls?”
“Sure, fine. So long as everyone he takes is also willing.” Sora said, a little concerned by the girl’s fixation on the subject but if everyone consented she was fine with weird relationships and right now Sora just wanted to bring Hikari on board with the idea. Getting her head on straight was the number one priority.
“And yes Hikari, they have to be willing. I’m not going to let you write a clause that has Takeru rape people.”
“You’re no fun.” Hikari pouted.
“Hikari!”
“Fine. Whatever, I’m sure we can find people. Only stupid bitches would turn down the chance to be with Takeru anyway.” Sora couldn’t help but notice the line was said in ice, a remorseful attack on the past Hikari who had passed over the boy all through her life.
Sora went over and pulled a piece of paper off the dresser and began to write. “Figure out what’s most important to you here, what parts of your relationship with Takeru do you like the most? I’m sure we can find a solution that keeps them intact while sorting your priorities out. And so long as we only hope that this contract is fulfilled then Takeru will never know the details.”
This was a method she had used before in the ‘peace process’. A contract would allow vague powers to be specific. So she could encourage the act of following a contract just as Yamato’s power would solidify a mutual pact.
“And he won’t try to change me back to who I was before?” Hikari asked.
“I’ll make sure of it.”
“Thanks Sora,” The redhead then left to explain her progress to Takeru, deciding it would be best to arbitrate between the two sides until they had a mutual contract.
When she was alone Hikari allowed a wicked smirk to form on her face. She didn’t want to change, but it was clear she had little choice. And besides, she may be able to gain concessions of her own, and Takeru would trust the new her. Consent could be earned, wonderfully easily if magic powers were doing the earning. She still might be able to get her end game if she played her cards right.
Takeru was already fairly corrupted, just a little bit more, that’s all she needed. And then she could finally properly repay Takeru for putting up with such a stuck up stupid bitch like she’d been all those years.
It was surprisingly simple to make the contract, Sora found. Taichi still might kill her for the version of his little sister than remained, (If he could; she’d mostly trained that out of him) but it wasn’t like she was going to sleep around.
The core of the deal was simple, Hikari would be allowed to keep her fetishes and weird Takeru-sexual fixation, so long as she allowed common sense and free will to guide her choices. Among other things this would allow her to leave Takeru if need be, and, hopefully, prevent her from doing anything too drastic if Takeru fell out of love with her.
The blond had also made sure to include a clause where Hikari could abstain from sex, if she chose. He seemed to think it was necessary to explicitly state she could go months without getting laid and face no adverse side-effects.
Hikari felt it unfair she be the only one who’s personality would change. She demanded that even as she was forced to lower her sex drive that Takeru’s should be brought up to match. The blond had mostly been coasting on Hikari’s insistence and on opportunities as they arose, she wanted him to actively seek out sexual encounters.
Takeru paused slightly at the offer, but Sora could tell he would fold like wet paper if it meant getting Hikari back.   The redhead had at least the sense to argue for Takeru to keep his sanity a bit more and wrote in a clause that only allowed him to do things that his partner wanted to do, for her own sake more than anyone else’s.
“So, that seems to sum it up. With Takeru’s power we should be able to hope this contract is fulfilled without him knowing the exact contents.” Sora surmised, she was quite proud.
“I’m not sure Sora.” Hikari replied and the other girl visibly deflated.
“I thought you liked it.” All that effort and now Hikari was getting cold feet?
“I do, and I don’t think I’d hate for it to happen but, well, the default is right now, which the current me likes more. This is more of a compromise between the current me and the past me. I don’t think I can hope for it enough for Takeru’s power to work, even with the bit’s I added.”
Sora knew this already, to be honest all she needed was Hikari’s verbal consent, as they promised earlier, not her hopes. With all the effort the redhead put into this she sure hoped it would work, that’s why she needed to be sure Takeru couldn’t see her hopes prematurely, in case he got antsy and activated an unready contract.
“It’ll be fine, I’ll make it happen.”
“But can you hope for it, as it’s written?” Hikari asked lowering her voice to a sultry whisper, “I mean you don’t really get anything out of it do you? And this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Takeru can make anything happen, fulfill any fantasy and then make it all poof away without anyone finding out. You can get away with anything.”
Like she needed that. She had invested hours into this contract. Plus, the fact that it would help smooth over the relationship between her two younger friends more than outweighed any prize she could gain. No matter how much more chiseled Takeru’s body was compared to his older brother. Or the blond’s no doubt magically enhanced ‘reputation’, or -.
Crap.
“You are quite the devious little minx, how does Takeru keep you under control?”
“He’s quite good at sex.” like that was the explanation she needed right now, “Do you really want to be the only female Chosen in Japan who doesn’t know just how good he is in bed?”
Crap. Crap. Crap.
Wait.
“Meiko too? but she-”
“He’s quite good.” Hikari repeated shaking a little.
Just great, now Sora wouldn’t like the contract unless she got a very particular reward. She opened the contract again and began writing, in for a penny in for a pound.
A few minutes later they confronted the still blindfolded Takeru.
“There’s been a slight change,” Sora said, “Since we need for me to hope this works, I put in a small commission. Nothing too crazy.”
“I see,” said Takeru straightening his back, “And I don’t suppose I get to see it?” he asked as his leg started to bounce. Out of the corner of her eye Sora saw Hikari’s nails digging into her arms, although the younger girl gave her a tentative smile. They both agreed separately, why all the tension now? Was it because they were finally face to face?
“No, that’s part of the deal, do you trust me?”
“I -” he choked down an impossibly solid block of air “- do.”
Takeru was freed of his blindfold and glanced up at the redhead.
I hope this contract will bind them
Sure enough the hope was there. So why did it feel even more daunting then the last one. He trusted Sora, he mostly trusted Hikari right now, and he really wanted this to work. Swallowing hard he willed the formidable hope to turn green. “But if this is for the best why do I feel so bad in my gut all of a sudden?”
“That’s from the commission,” Kari blurted out. “I’m sorry Sora I shouldn’t have pushed so much.” well at least she was back together. Or maybe not, as the younger girl bowed before her in remorse, shaking slightly.
Takeru looked over too, “Oh,” he said as he visibly relaxed. Hikari’s shudders stopped as well.
“Oh?” Sora asked, not quite catching on.
“Well I’m still not thrilled your taking advantage of me behind my brothers back.” Takeru said, “But at least now I don’t have his power making me feel worse.”
She had forgotten about that, but that meant. “You got rid of it?” Of course he could, but it had taken Sora and Taichi years to figure out how, and even then it backfired on Taichi. Takeru just strolled in, glanced at the sympathetic Hikari, and was fine.
Did he not realize how powerful he was? “But anyway don’t feel bad, Yamato and I have an, open relationship,”
She was only a little lying, this would be first time she slept with someone without Yamato knowing, but somehow it felt safer not to contact him right now, too many questions and she was unsure she’d get the answer she wanted. Besides, she still had a year’s worth of credit built up and no one outside of the three would ever find out about this.
Her words placated the pair, although it was clear Takeru still found it a bit unnerving and Hikari still found it very exciting.
“So,” the brunette asked “what should I do while you too are, you know.” In her excitement Sora hadn’t considered Hikari’s place in the tryst, and hadn’t planned nor did she desire a threesome.
“She wants to know if she can film it.” Takeru supplied. Hikari blushed but did not deny it, how could she?
“I guess that’s fair.” Sora said, she actually hadn’t been filmed before but also had no intention of this romp being short, it would be unfair to make Hikari wait alone for hours after just having her sanity returned, and even with the video no one outside the three of them would find out.
It wouldn’t be awkward if she hoped it wasn’t, right?
Hikari’s face lit up as she began searching through her purse, returning with a small handheld video camera. “You keep that in your purse?” Sora asked.
“She likes pictures.” Takeru clarified.
Hikari flushed, “I like the hard evidence it happened.” -that she could be this passionate, Sora filled in mentally.
“No shame in that, so long as nothing gets out.” Sora said. She noticed that even though Takeru still had some hesitance in betraying his brother, the redhead felt none. But then that was just her college life. Everyone taking advantage of everyone, she had played both roles before and would do so now.
“So,” asked Takeru standing up and closing the distance between them. Sora noticed how his eyes were a lighter blue than his brothers, he was taller, too. “Is there any script you want us to follow? Or should we just, lose ourselves in the moment.”
“S-script” Sora breathed. She grabbed Hikari’s wrist. “I’ll get ready in my room and Hikari can start filming. Once you enter it’ll come to you.” More or less, the script wasn’t word for word, but it would give a proper theme.

So I posted on my profile a short guide of each crest powers. If anyone wants to make anything using those or similar ideas, feel free.
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Everything You Hoped For