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Everything You Hoped For	By : Digitriangel Category: Digimon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28104 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 13
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- 15
Content warning: questionable consent, crossdressing, sissification, gender bender, rape/noncon, m/m, m/f

Weird stuff in this chapter, but well, you’re still here at this point.

Takeru was quite content with his lot in life.
Perhaps it was the luxury condo, one that most would not be able to afford even if they squirreled away their entire income for decades. Perhaps it was the guaranteed cash flow, without employment, that allowed him to fulfill his true ambition of becoming a writer. Perhaps it was the comfort of his loving and supportive girlfriend who was finally back to the girl he first fell for all those years ago.
Perhaps it was the eager mouth working his cock. Who could say?
It had been a couple weeks since his housewarming party, and all of Takeru’s wonderful ladies had adjusted comfortably, able to reach their school or work in the same or less time than their old apartments, while enjoying a home that only Sora could really hope to afford without the blond’s kindness. All of them were happy with their new rent system as well, actively seeking out Takeru as often as he did them. It wasn’t like the girls had no life outside his pleasure, but the way their schedules worked his cock spent more time wet than dry these days.
Miyako, the girl currently with her head between his legs, was one of the most enthusiastic. She rivaled all but Hikari in her fervent pursuit of Takeru’s pleasure. It was no secret why, the lavender haired girl loved the excuse to play with all the female chosen and gladly showed Takeru her appreciation every way she could. Which, when it didn’t mean she was out hunting for new cunts he could take, often meant a loud, sloppy blowjob like he was currently receiving.
Perhaps it was his own private cam girl, performing for him live.
After hitting up a few bars and a one-night stand, it did not take Catherine long to lean that other boys did not compare favorably to the promise Takeru had offered, and she had insistently begun trying to worm her way into his life. Even with his recent windfall Takeru could not justify paying for numerous flights between France and Japan, so he had ‘offered’ to let the blonde bombshell stay with him as she traveled to Japan as a ‘learning experience’ in the new semester. She had accepted graciously, perfectly amicable with regard to his implicit rent. Her current performance served two purposes, she was paying an advance and making sure he didn’t forget about her in the meantime.
As Takeru watched the blonde bombshell bounce up and down on the dildo while pinching her nipples and calling his name he had to admit was unlikely to forget that body, but he appreciated the extra material all the same. True, at this point he might be able to take a girl off the street and turn her into a supermodel, but such modifications did not appeal to him. Partially because he enjoyed the emotional connections he had built up with his girls, partially because if he made every girl a goddess some of them would still be considered ‘ugly’ by comparison.
Now, while the drop dead gorgeous Catherine cried out how badly she missed him while riding a fake cock, and Miyako sucked him harder and deeper, Takeru felt quite content with his lot in life. There was almost nothing in the world that could ruin this for him.
Almost.
When the overwhelming sense of dread overrode his pleasure and eliminated his impending orgasm, Takeru had no one but himself to blame. Manipulating his power, Takeru had arranged so he could tell when one of his girls was in trouble. After a few hours of philosophical discussions ‘preventing anything bad from happening’ had been outright rejected in favor of letting people live their own lives, and knowing exactly what was wrong was deemed ‘too intrusive’.
As impeded as it was, letting him know something was wrong meant that he could set about fixing it. And judging by the focus and immensity of the specter of dread hanging over him something was very wrong with Sora.
Miyako may have been aware of his newfound discomfort by the softening of his wood and the change in his grunts, but Catherine was oblivious, and that left Takeru in a small predicament. How exactly did one go about dismissing a potential partner from doing a private web show for your entertainment in order to look for another girl? He did not want to be rude, but Sora’s safety clearly took priority.
Looking off to the side Takeru pretended to notice the time. He needed to magic himself better at lying, and Catherine rightfully whined and complained about him blue balling and not appreciating her. A quick promise to fly over and meet her in person dissuaded any complaints, and allowed Takeru to focus on more pressing matters.
“What’s going on?” Miyako asked. Stopping a sex session early was egregiously out of character for him, and she would not let him squirm away easily. But in this house he was still pretty much a god, little explanation would be needed.
“It’s Sora. Something’s wrong, I can feel it.” He moved toward his main bedroom, somehow in his infinite wisdom he’d managed to make clothes disappear in a flash with no easy mechanism for dressing himself. He only put on his trousers in the room, his shirt and whichever hat he grabbed could be put on in the elevator.
As he walked back through the house Miyako confronted him. “Sora’s not answering her phone, but I guess you knew that, huh.”
In retrospect a phone call sounded like a wonderful idea, but panic had pushed it from his mind. He flipped open his own phone in order to check if the redhead had sent any distress signal.
On cue a text arrived on his phone, from a most unexpected sender: Daisuke.
“I have something of yours. If you want it back, then you have to meet at the old stomping grounds. Tomorrow at six. Come alone.”
“Daisuke?” Miyako asked, peering over his shoulder. “No one’s heard from him in weeks. He couldn’t have? Could he?” Takeru’s thoughts were along similar lines, with one exception. The blond knew full well how manipulative his leader could be when too much power was fed his way, and if the gogglehead had somehow regained his memory then Takeru wasn’t sure exactly what might happen.
The good thing about the ominous message was the deadline. Hikari was currently locked in a test with no outside interference. In a few hours his loyal sounding board would be home, and Takeru would be able to wrap himself in oodles of preparation. Even with the extra buffs, he’d have to be cautious; Daisuke had a habit of ruining even the best laid plans.
“Let me throw something on.” Miyako said, retreating to her wardrobe.
“What?” Takeru asked.
“You seemed serous.” Miyako explained pulling a shirt over her head, “So I’m taking this serious. You aren’t seriously going to wait a day to save Sora, are you?”
Well not a full day, maybe, but an hour until Hikari got back would do a world of good.
I hope he listens to me
I hope we can get this over with quick and get back to the fun part
I hope I get to punch Daisuke in the face
“Plus.” Miyako continued unaware, “Your ‘rivalry’ with Daisuke meant you never could read him as well as you like to think loverboy. But I know him through and through. We go now, with your love of dramatics he won’t expect you this quickly, and I bet I can find him like that.” she snapped her fingers to illustrate her point.
Takeru still had his reservations, but agreed to placate the girl. If Daisuke was behind this then he doubted they’d find the gogglehead in under an hour, in which case Hikari could come join them. If Daisuke wasn’t behind this then the only threat was time he would waste anyway.
He sent a quick concise text to Hikari, telling her to meet him as soon as she could and followed a barely dressed Miyako out the front door.
Where his harlot had stopped in her tracks due to an entirely unexpected and apparently insurmountable obstacle:
Ken Ichijouji.
It had been months, but he’d hardly changed; his hair was a bit less clean and Takeru could have sworn he wasn’t this tall before, but otherwise he was the same as the night of graduation.
It presented Takeru with a dilemma, Ken had virtually no contact with the group for half a year, but now was apparently coming to greet the blond. This meant either he was trying to open up, or because he needed help. And as his friend Takeru couldn’t ignore either possibility. But the dread reminded him that Sora was equally unignorable.
If he knew why Ken was here he might be able to help, but currently the hopes of both his visitor and his roommate were centered around getting as far away from each other as possible. Had Miyako been the reason Ken had exiled himself? If so Takeru had been woefully oblivious.
“I’ll go to my room.” Miyako said, deciding relieving the tension held priority over saving Sora, at least in the short term.
“No, stay.” Ken said, despite both their hopes to the contrary. “It’s fine. We’re all friends here. Right?”
“Right.” Miyako agreed, believing it about as much as everyone else in the foyer.
“So Ken.” Takeru said, pushing an airy ease into his voice. “I haven’t seen you in forever, what brings you around?”
The boy didn’t even look at him. “I came to see if the rumors were true, I mean about your new place. Seriously man, who died and left you this?”
“No one, yet.” Takeru said, passing it off as casually as he could. He still wasn’t supposed to talk about it, and there were far more pressing matters. “I tried to send you an invitation to the housewarming but, you know.”
“I figured. I mean, you sent one to Daisuke. He thought it was just you being a dick, but I understand why you invited him.”
“Daisuke?” Miyako asked, forgetting her unnatural shyness. “You talked to him? Recently? Do you know where he is these days?”
“Yeah, he never let me stop.” Ken said wistfully. “Did he not tell you guys where he moved?” Takeru shook his head ‘no’. As far as anyone knew Daisuke had run away from home in rejection of Takeru and Hikari’s relationship. It was a bit of a sore spot and the others tried to avoid bringing up the gogglehead in his presence.
“I can get you there.” Ken continued, “Although you may not be the best person for him to see right now.”
“I don’t care.” Said Takeru, “I need to see him. Now. Please?”
“Ok.” Ken said, hands in the air in defense, he turned to Miyako. Are you coming too? I can get you there the same way as Takeru if you want. And on the way we can, catch up, you know?”
There was something off in the phrasing, but Takeru ignored it. Ken was their best and only lead right now, and Miyako was pushing them into the elevator. His mind was already wrapped up in the worst case, if Daisuke had regained both his memory and his power.
If Miyako and Ken wanted to help, then they were assets to Takeru, but if they could not contain their wonder at Daisuke’s acts then they were liabilities. There was a small chance that Miyako’s ‘sneak attack’ plan was expected, and Ken may be more preoccupied with helping Daisuke than Takeru, making his presence outright detrimental. Two on two, without a fuck-drunk Hikari in the middle, how would Takeru be safe from the world defying power Daisuke held?
A gurgling sound signaled the feeling in his gut getting worse, telling him even Miyako was already in trouble. That sealed it. Only with Hikari, who understood the true gravity of the situation, by his side was success guaranteed. Now the only question was how to stall for long enough that his angel of light could arrive to his aid. He appreciated that Ken and Miyako were willing to put aside whatever awkward situation they had to help him, but he would not risk the worst case.
It was only when he felt the sudden pressure on the base of his neck, and saw the elevator wall rush up to meet his blurring vision that Takeru realized that this was even worse than he dreaded.
The ropes that bound Takeru spread eagle to the bed were not the thing that scared him the most when he came to. It was not all that different than how he woke up this morning, and if not for the clothes still firmly placed on his body Takeru was ashamed to admit he would have found it a relatively normal wake up session.
The ceiling scared him more. It was foreign to him, and while he hadn’t memorized the extravagant displays that ordained the top of every ceiling in his new living quarters, this was far too low and suburban to be one of his. And the thought of waking up in a strange place tied up was far more concerning than just the latter.
The thing that scared him the most however, was the person staring him down, apparently watching his sleep. Ken, no, The Digimon Kaiser had been siting appraising the unconscious blond. Trademarked sunglass, spiked hair, and gaudy shoulder pads gave it all away. Dressed in regalia so needlessly decorative that it would make the emperor blush, positioned on a throne that had an extra two steps added to the bottom so it could be sufficiently imposing over Takeru’s position.
If Takeru could think objectively, he would have laughed. But he was a touch busy fearing for his life. If Ken had willing donned that ridiculous costume again, then the consequences could be earth shattering. He needed to get help.
I hope he wakes up soon
I hope this one struggles
I hope Takeru submits to me
“Ah, it appears sleeping beauty is awake.”
Takeru struggled against his bindings, no harm in feeding into the Kaiser’s dramatic side. For all he knew it might keep him alive a while longer. “What’s going on here? Where’s Miyako?”
The Kaiser’s face showed distrain, then swiftly comported itself. “The interloper got what she wanted, I brought her here the same way I brought you. Now she won’t interfere. I can be quite helpful, you know.”
“Very helpful, that’s why you tied me up. So I didn’t have to worry about moving, right?”
“Actually that was a favor to a friend, she wanted you knocked out so she could tie you to the bed. All I did was help.”
“Well, that’s done now, so long as you are feeling generous, you could untie me. One hand would be fine, I can do the rest myself.”
“No, I think I’ll keep you like that.” the Kaiser dismissed “I have different plans for you. Aren’t you grateful? You should be, I’m going to help you realize things about yourself even you don’t know.”
Ken’s hopes hadn’t changed, and still did not betray his plan. Takeru hadn’t been this euchred in a while, but he kept his bluster. The Kaiser wasn’t the only one with a dramatic flair.
“Oh really. I think maybe you just remember the last time we were alone in a room together. Maybe you just don’t want to be pummeled into oblivion again?” It was a ridiculous line of attack. Ken was a black belt, Takeru only stood a chance when they were both high on emotion. The bluff may get his hands free, at best.
“Oh I haven’t forgotten that.” the Kaiser replied coldly “But I have graciously decided to forgive you, and spare you the proper punishment. You were so ignorant, did not understand the true splendor of what you were attacking. Aren’t I kind?”
Takeru disagreed on a fundamental level, he would prefer being whipped to the forgiveness of a lunatic, he had no fear Ken’s ‘kindness’ was going to sway him on this point.
“Ah so determined. I knew you would be. The last recipient of my kindness was far more accepting. But helping even those who are too proud to accept is the mark of a great ruler.” His smirk grew wider. “I think I’ll enjoy this even more.”
“Fuck you.” Takeru said. It felt in character enough. He did not know how long he was out for, but Hikari was probably looking for him right now, and if Taichi got a lucky roll then he’d be guaranteed to be safe. Takeru would trust his friends.
“Perhaps a demonstration is in order.” Ken rang a bell, and the door opened.
“Yes Master?” The servant, Takeru assumed, answered in falsetto. The girl had a familiar feel, and Takeru figured she was the one hoping to tie him up. It wasn’t that odd, but Takeru couldn’t quite place where he recognized the girl; he was certain he hadn’t slept with her. Perhaps it was just the hair; it bore a striking resemblance to non-Kaiser Ken, the egotist.
“The usual, is fine.” The Kaiser said as his servant began rushing forward.
I hope Takeru gets turned on
The hope was echoed by both the Kaiser and his servant. What exactly was Ken’s endgame here? Was he attempting to bribe Takeru? But you don’t bribe a dairy farmer by giving them a glass of store bought milk, it was woefully poor judgement. Or perhaps his little plaything wanted a threesome? But then why knock him out instead of just asking?
When the girl made it to the Kaiser she prostrated herself, crawling up his superfluous steps to attack his pelvis. A mechanism of leather and belts were apparently the only things holding the fabric covering his pelvis in place, and with practiced precision the girl revealed Ken’s member to the world.
The single-usefulness of such a needlessly complex crotch piece struck Takeru, and he almost accepted this was just a sex thing, if not for how the thought of the Kaiser had haunted Ken’s nightmares for all those years. Invoking all that horror for pleasure was something Takeru could not fathom his traumatized friend doing.
Oblivious to the blond’s internal drama, the mysterious brunette began to service her master’s cock. The girl clung tight to the Kaiser’s left leg and began licking the length of the cock from the side, doing her best not to obscure Takeru’s vision. She moved her left hand out and began caressing the boy’s ballsack with manicured nails as he tongue worked the shaft, still only teasing, not quite trying to make the Kaiser cum yet as he sat in silence, not giving her any indication of success.
So she pushed further in their well-practiced dance, enveloping the head and lightly bobbing on the tip, not enough for it to enter the back of her throat but enough to provide greater stimulation. The brunette glanced at Takeru and for the briefest of seconds their eyes met. In that split second glimmer, recognition flashed in his eyes. Takeru knew this girl, but he didn’t know from where. He scanned her hopes for context, but that wasn’t very hopeful either.
I hope I can get master ken off
I hope Takeru recognizes me
I hope Takeru gets turned on
I hope I get fucked hard soon
Perhaps it was the strangeness of the situation, there were only a handful of girls he ever saw in slave attire on their knees, if he was expecting someone in a football jersey he might not place them in this position. But then who? Whoever it was they had to know him. An underclassman perhaps, who had tried vainly to capture the attention of their school’s flirty but uncommiting bachelor? Or perhaps a neighbor he’d not paid too much attention to.
The issue, besides the noisily distracting sound of a girl guzzling cock like her life depended on it, was that by definition if he passed over someone then he wouldn’t remember them. It sounded rude in his head, but he’d seen hundreds of girls in his life and been confessed to by many of them. Some would have to get lost between the cracks.
Whoever she was, the brunette now seemed more concerned with the Kaiser than Takeru, no longer caring if she blocked his view of the cock she knelt dead center between her master’s legs. She choked on the dick but did not stop, working tirelessly, waiting for her reward to shoot into her mouth. Her back was to Takeru, and the rhythmic bob of her head and consequential raising of her rear the only signs of her lustful act.
True, Takeru could still hear her, and knew the Kaiser was getting his rocks off in her mouth, but with all the sexual endeavors he’d had recently a peripheral blowjob was hardly a pressing turn on. Nor were the flashes of lacey pink panties he caught pushing him over the edge, if this was one of his girls they’d likely not be wearing anything under the skirt, he found that hotter.
Takeru shook his head, the last thing he needed to do was tell the self-proclaimed evil-genius that he wasn’t enough of a sexual deviant. That was wrong on so many levels, Takeru neither wanted to give the Kaiser sick ideas or admit he might be more depraved.
A laugh erupted from the Kaiser as he misunderstood Takeru’s actions. “Have you finally figured it out yet? Who my pretty little toy is? Or can a maggot like you not even put that much together”
No he hadn’t; he’d been a bit distracted by the show. And trying to get free of these ropes, but so long as the Kaiser’s eyes fixated on him, somehow enjoying Takeru’s bondage more than the attentions of his servant, even getting one arm free might not help much.
I hope he figures out it’s Daisuke soon.
Well if it meant that much to the two of them he could always magic himself the answer, but maybe playing dumb was better. If it was Ken putting him through this mess for a sex game, no harm no foul. If the Kaiser enjoyed thinking himself superior based on this minor fact, then Takeru would accept it as a tactical loss as he focused on the more serious skirmishes.
After all, did it matter if he realized that girl was Daisuke?
“What?!” Takeru yelled, eyes bulging as he instinctively began to pull against the ropes.
“Took you long enough.” the Kaiser sneered. “And here I thought you might be quicker recognizing your dear friend. So much for that teamwork shit you were always bragging about.”
Takeru was still in shock, his mind trying to process the new information. Daisuke was possibly the straightest person he knew, and from what Takeru had seen in their brief confrontation over Hikari, he was also a total dominant. There was no way Daisuke could ever willingly submit himself to be humiliated and emasculated like this. It was against everything Takeru knew about the gogglehead’s sexuality.
But at the same time Daisuke was the most stubborn person Takeru knew, no amount of torture or whip or threat could make him do this. Maybe, just maybe if the Kaiser threatened his family and friends, but that wouldn’t explain how eager the ‘girl’ was. If Daisuke were forced, then his hopes would have been about breaking free. Yet servicing Ken was one of the boy highest dreams right now.
There was a way, one horrifying possibility that could make Daisuke submit. Turning the gogglehead into a perversion of himself. If the Kaiser had learned how to utilize Ken’s crest power, then there was no telling what he could do. Even Yamato’s relatively tepid power had warped both Taichi and Sora; and Takeru’s was virtually omnipotent with the right sycophant. Takeru had defanged Daisuke then sent him into a warzone. The poor boy didn’t stand a chance.
“That’s right.” The Kaiser sneered, “Your once proud leader is nothing but my little whore. And if it can happen to him it can happen to any of you maggots. There’s just one thing I regret: My first little experiment had no clue what he had coming to him, it was over before he had a chance to resist.”
He grabbed the back of Daisuke’s head, thrusting hard as orgasm washed over his regal body. “So struggle, resist, do anything you can pathetic worm. It will make it all the sweeter when I have you all laced up and bent over, begging a truly perfect male to take your sissy little body to heaven.”
Takeru suppressed a shudder, he had no idea how Ken’s power worked, and there was a chance he could be captured at any moment. Hell it could have already happened, Daisuke’s power worked on shock, and lord knows Takeru was shocked.
The blond began to struggle vainly. If nothing else, it would play into the Kaiser’s dramatic motif and buy him time. “What did you do to him?” he demanded.
“Oh wouldn’t you like to know?” the Kaiser smirked, pulling his ex-leader up by the hair, turning her around he flipped the skirt up. He then bent the girl over and pulled the back of the panties to the side, forcing his way into Daisuke’s tight anus. “All I did was help her, you know.”
“You call this helpful?” Takeru said, skepticism showing in his voice.
“The most helpful.” The Kaiser replied as he pounded a soft ass, gasping at the feel of the tight hole around his dick. “And it’s all thanks to you really. When you and that embarrassment of a wretch Hikari announced you were moving in together, Daisuke came to me willingly, in tears. All he wanted was to get over that bitch, and I helped him, so he’s thanking me.”
There was that word again, did Ken have the crest of helpfulness? Takeru needed to keep him talking, he might reveal more while attempting to lord superiority. “Somehow I feel like you’re abridging this, just a bit, I know you look like Hikari but I doubt even Daisuke was that desperate.”
That earned him a snarl, and for a brief second Takeru was glad the Kaiser had abandoned his whip. “Oh you would think that, but it turns out Daisuke needed even more help than I thought. And it really is thanks to you. You see all of that competing you two did gave this cunt quite the complex.”
“Master!” Daisuke called out in protest, but the Kaiser dismissed him with a hard smack to the ass, never pausing his brutal thrusts as he worked into heaven.
“Don’t interrupt me, Bitch! Anyway, as I was saying, it turns out competing for Hikari made this little whore only be able to picture sex between her and you. He couldn’t ever imagine himself fucking her, without you getting in the way.”
Shit, that was his fault too, well actually Daisuke did it to himself but Takeru had meant to fix it afterward and forgot. Something about a distracting foursome.
The Kaiser noted the guilty expression with glee as he continued, “But that was just a delusion. I had him describe the girl of his fantasies, and she had far smaller tits than that stupid cow. Because you see, it wasn’t Hikari he imagined getting fucked.” The dark haired boy reached one hand down and around to bring Daisuke’s head up, forcing his slave’s attention on Takeru. “It was himself.”
Wait what? No it was Hikari, just that Hikari’s tits grew ridiculously lately. It had to be Hikari? Right?
Takeru swallowed, he needed to control his emotions lest Ken overtake him. He needed to avoid all forms of help and shock. To be honest he preferred the problems that could be solved with violence.
“So you see I really am helpful.” The Kaiser continued, “Daisuke came to me and he wanted to get rid of his cuckold fetish, and I helped her realize she never had one. And I even helped her get over the fact her loved one, you, was taken by making her my slave instead.”
The Kaiser pushed his charge down to the floor, letting his hard dick pop out as Daisuke whined for more. If he’d finished, Takeru couldn’t tell. “Poor baby. It’s all your fault, but I can help you get rid of the guilt.”
Takeru looked down his body at the Kaiser-Ken. This wasn’t the Kaiser, and he wouldn’t be able to think it was. He couldn’t receive any ‘help’ in making the Kaiser go away. This was a very high stakes situation, and Takeru wasn’t the best liar.
It was a good thing he wouldn’t need to lie.
“No.” The blond said, calmly with a slight darkness in his voice. “Why would I need to get rid of something that doesn’t exist. Daisuke’s sex life is none of my business.”
For a second, Ken’s smirk faltered. His hopes flickered. In the Kaiser’s dramatic mind that was the first place Takeru might fall. But there would still be more, Ken was hoping he might fall for this next trick.
“But if you’d been more competent maybe she would have never fallen for me. I mean if it’s possible, I gave her ten inches of incentive.”
Takeru let out a cold laugh, making the Kaiser take a step back in surprise. “Give it up Ken, you’re still just a kid playing a game he doesn’t understand the rules too. Pretending to be a genius, but always defaulting to force over more practical strategies. After all, what’s ten inches if you don’t know a thing about how to use them.”
Ken recovered quickly, “Oh yes, give me more of that confident talk. I love every second of it. Keep telling yourself size doesn’t matter, rationalize away your small little cock like a good sissy. It’ll all lead you deeper into my web.”
He was bluffing. Takeru was being honest, for all his bravado about being the genius the Kaiser had never presented them with a trap more complicated than divide and swarm, or to try and up his firepower. Takeru hoped his one-off experience with Daisuke made him more versatile in a magic fight. Especially if the other side thought it was a massacre not a fight.
The Kaiser made a kick at the shemale in question. “Get up bitch, how about we see just how inferior Takeru is? Then we can put your little crush to bed for good.”
Was Ken ‘helping’ eliminate that crush? No. From his hopes he wanted Takeru, this was likely just an ego booster. Ken was also hoping Takeru would be good and hard so he could compare. Takeru was more than willing to activate that. An unhinged Ken was an easy to defeat Ken. That was true Kaiser or no.
With a push of a button, the bedposts Takeru’s legs were tied to began to rise, forcing his pelvis painfully off the lumpy mattress. It also had the unfortunate side effect of spreading his cheeks slightly, and Takeru became very aware of the position he was in.
Daisuke eagerly crawled up the bed, fiddling with Takeru’s belt and pulling down his pants. Not all the way to his ankles, that wouldn’t be possible with his legs spread so far, but it was enough to reveal his vulnerable asshole.
More importantly; enough to reveal his massive girth, easily putting ken’s own magically enhanced dick to shame. Ken clearly took him for someone who did not sign a magically-enforced-contract-to-fuck-his-brother’s-fiancé-with-a monster-cock-in-return-for-having-a-stable-and-healthy-relationship-with-his-then-basketcase-of-a-girlfriend.
Really this whole situation was about an eight on the ‘How fucked up is my life’ scale to Takeru, and that allowed him to escape both Ken’s help and Daisuke’s shock.
“Didn’t I tell you not to put so much merit in dick size?” Takeru said smugly, “Especially with a tiny cock like that. You were just asking to get embarrassed.”
“I. You.” Ken ground his teeth. “Maggot. How? I am perfect!”
Takeru noticed Daisuke had not done anything with Ken’s surprise, not tempered his master’s dick nor submitted himself to Takeru, although he did want to start worshiping the massive cock. He hated to say it, but Daisuke was his way out, Ken would likely not hope to save him, but Daisuke might, enamored as he was.
There was one problem with that, Takeru was much better with anatomical girls than with those with penises. Really that was Hikari’s fault she ought to get more progressive, but the solution was hopefully doable.
“Daisuke, don’t you want to become a real girl, to enjoy my cock more naturally? I can make it happen.”
Surrounded in newfound cock-lust and already thinking of herself as a girl, Daisuke swallowed the bait. Takeru didn’t know how much of Daisuke wanted it, but she was still impulsive, and his cock offered a great opportunity. A tremor rain through the room as Daisuke’s penis shrunk and moved inward, his balls absorbed into his pelvis and he stood up on the bed. Her Adam’s apple shrunk, her chest bulged slightly, almost unnoticeable against her bra.
Ken looked on hopelessly at the impossible transformation in front of him, trembling and spluttering words as he watched his now anatomically female girlfriend mount his prey. It was difficult with the blond’s pelvis airborne like that, but Daisuke eagerly climbed onto the bed. She took his cock and maneuvered it under her skirt, lining it up with her soaking new hole and pushed herself forward.
And the instant of penetration Takeru knew he won. The orgasm he gave Daisuke was far better than any the Kaiser had ever given her. In that moment of afterglow she would consider his next offer, that was all he needed.
“Daisuke, if you want I can give this to you all the time. But It won’t work if you still belong to ken, in that case I’d need him to be my slave. If he is mine, then what’s his is mine too so I can enjoy you properly. It’s how it works.”
Takeru turned his longtime rival into a girl in order to better convince her to make the Kaiser his slave so that he could rescue both himself and Daisuke and probably save the entire world. Ken was playing with eights and nines; this might be an eleven.
I hope Ken becomes his slave
I hope I can be his slave
Takeru focused on the perfect victory, it would require a lot of fixing later. But all in all not a bad way to end the day. Now all he had to do was activate the hope. He just focused on it and. And.
And.
Wait, why couldn’t he make it work. It’d always worked. This had never happened to him before, normally it was so natural, always ready to go. Never needing any extra help to perform.
In the pause Ken found his rage. He grabbed the whip at the foot of his throne and then quickly pushed Daisuke down to the floor where she landed with a painful thud. The Kaiser ignored his slave, instead focusing his lashes on the blond.
“You bitch! You ruined her! All that work! Weeks of effort! And for what? Change her back! Now!” he punctuated each sentence with a lash from his whip, striking Takeru’s skin. The blond had a very high pain threshold. This was far less painful than Patamon’s fangs, but as he endured the assault he still couldn’t make Daisuke’s hope come true, even though it was so palpable to him.
“Stop looking at her! Look at me.” The Kaiser grabbed Takeru’s neck and forced him to look him in the eye, seeing the pure fury that existed there. “I’m going to break you hard now. No more mister nice guy. If you’re going to ruin my perfect slave I’ll just have you take her place. And then I’ll have you fix her. You will prostrate yourself before me. You my master? Never in a million years.”
With those words Takeru realized his error. Goddamn it Sora. Not being able to change someone in a way they didn’t want sounded like a perfectly reasonable check for his power, but couldn’t she have written in a clause that excluded evil wannabe dictators, or anytime his sanity was at stake.
The Kaiser basked in his stupefaction, naturally thinking it came from the raven haired boy’s own superiority. He took advantage of the situation to line his own improbably large cock up with Takeru’s ass, tearing away the blond’s anal virginity. “You’re so tight. This is exactly what your hole was made for.”
Takeru felt like his ass was being torn to shreds, this hurt way worse than the whip. How the hell did people take this for sex? Lube must be godly stuff if it could make this savage pounding feel good. The sheer pain mixed with the humiliation of being used like this, making Takeru feel even worse.
But he refused to accept any help. He’d figure a way out of this mess. Somehow.
The Kaiser seemed to sadistically revel in his pain.   Smile growing as he thrust harder and faster. Takeru’s ass clenched down in resistance, but Ken’s cock was not so weak. Even without lube, not matter how tight that sphincter got, he would only feel pleasure as he fucked the boy’s raw ass.
He would be patient this time. Last time he’d been too hasty, gone too fast. This time he would enjoy every step, make Takeru cry, make him beg for it to stop, and then build her back up in the very image of his pet.
“That’s it. Just keep struggling. Keep hoping, that’s why I picked you. I’ll break you down, make you my bitch. No one’s going to find you. We have all the time in the world to help you learn your place.”
“Yeah right. So tough behind these ropes. If I were free then you would be the one squirming under me.” Takeru said through gritted teeth.
The Kaiser laughed viciously as he forced himself deeper into Takeru’s propped up rear. “I’d like to see you tr-”
His cocky sneer was interrupted by Takeru’s fist. The raven haired boy really did want to see Takeru try, and while he was too smart to undo the ropes himself, the thought was all Takeru needed.
Ken was pushed all the way down to the cold floor from the impact, shocked at how all four ropes had broken at the same time, in his rage he’d not thought properly about the impossibility that befell him moments earlier. His hubris had allowed him to think he was the only human perfect enough to receive world changing powers, but Takeru was clearly not toothless. That sucker punch had freed the blond, but also put the Kaiser on guard. A pyrrhic victory at best.
Takeru leapt to his feet, largely hindered by the pants that had made their way to his ankles. His shoes were still on so he could not kick off the pants nor fix them. He was in no condition to dash for the door, or to fight. And he knew it.
“Yes. More.” The Kaiser taunted. “We both know you can’t win mono et mono, even with your tricks, but I love to see you struggle.”
True. Takeru knew he couldn’t win, and Ken knew he couldn’t win. But Daisuke was still on the fence on whom he wanted to win. Part of Daisuke wanted Ken to win, and part of Daisuke wanted Takeru to win. Luckily Takeru could cherry pick the one he wanted.
“Your confidence is your weakness.”
“We are totally not doing-”
Takeru leapt at him, surprising the Kaiser once again. Ken caught him in midair with a smirk. Twisting his body to throw the blond, but his foot slipped on some cum on the floor. Instead of the toss he was expecting, the two fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Takeru recovered first, worming his way onto the dismayed Kaiser’s back.
Now on his front with Takeru grinding him into the cold ground, the Kaiser was greatly humiliated. It was almost enough for Takeru, but the threat had not yet been pacified. Takeru sat there for a few seconds, wondering if he could knock out Ken with a strangle hold or a solid punch. But he didn’t know if that would kill the boy.
He needed a solution. Think, think. More deviously, like Hikari. Well if Daisuke was half the female his other girls were then he’d help Takeru pacify Ken through sex, but Ken didn’t want it. So if he couldn’t change Ken, he’d change himself into the type of person that could change Ken.
“I think It’s time you learned your true place.” Takeru said coldly “I’m everything you wanted to be. Stronger, more dominant and I’m even the kind of person who could turn you into a submissive slave in one round.” ‘Come on Daisuke, catch the wording. And don’t just take me at my word’ he thought.
I hope Takeru really is that dominatingly good at sex
I hope Takeru fucks me
God yes! Takeru activated the hope, and lined his member up. Making his now-female ex-rival turn him into an expert rapist to save the world. Do you think that counted as a twelve?
Takeru put his reservations aside as he prepared to enter Ken’s asshole. Given his own anal pain Takeru knew his friend had no right to complain, and yet he couldn’t force himself further. Like there was a mental block stopping him from moving forward.   Seriously Sora, now he couldn’t manually rape someone either?
That was a thought he ought not to have.
A sudden pull and Ken’s arm was free, allowing him to elbow Takeru in the gut, knocking the wind out of the blond and further freeing the Kaiser. Takeru prepared himself for the onslaught, but it did not come. Instead the Kaiser rounded on Daisuke.
I hope he doesn’t hit me
“You.” the Kaiser stopped hand inches away from the girl’s face. “You’re the one. You are how he’s doing this. All those weird remarks, they were all to influence you. Weren’t they.”
Takeru cursed as he was found out and rushed toward the Kaiser, hoping he could still beat the boy in a fight. The Kaiser didn’t take the risk, pressing a button and catapulting the mattress at the right moment to send Takeru flying across the room.   The blonde was unimportant right now, he’d neuter the source of his power then train that defiant body.
Ken’s voice took a softer tone. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, cast you out like that. But we can go back to how it was before, I can help you. Would you like that?” Daisuke looked up into the eyes she’d lost herself in for weeks now. He was so tender, and she really had enjoyed her service under him.
“Y-Y”
“Wait.” Takeru cried, glancing across. If eleven and twelve didn’t work, then he’d need lucky number thirteen. “What can he do for you? All he’d do is hurt you and leave you for better toys.”
“Don’t pretend to know me Takaishi.”
Takeru ignored him “Join me, and I can give you powers you barely comprehend. What do you think Ken and I have been doing? I changed your sex. That’s not normal. But I can make it normal.”
“Don’t listen to him, he’s bluffing.” Daisuke didn’t believe Takeru, but that didn’t matter. He wanted the power, and there was still part of him that wanted Takeru.
I hope I can get my own power
I hope Takeru is my master
Takeru felt relief wash over him as he activated both. Now it was all out of his hands. Even as Ken, magically prevented from harming Daisuke, pulled a makeshift sword out from his throne and charged the blond. Takeru just let himself bask the sheer absurdity. It was quite the surprise, now that he thought about it.
“I never thought I’d be giving you back your power to enslave someone.” Takeru said as he dodged Ken’s blade. “If I believe that I might just believe…”
“That even the Kaiser would prefer to be your feminine little playthings.” Daisuke finished with finality.
The Kaiser stopped mid swing, his hands began to shake as he looked at the blond in a whole new light. “Never” he whispered, not removing his eyes from the blond’s face, and yet, he could not hide the new bubble forming above his head:
I hope Takeru turns me into a girl
I hope Takeru turns me into his little fuck slave
Immediately Ken was struck, grasping his head as reality began to change around him. It was so wrong. He was the Kaiser, he’d enslaved half the world and the idiotic leader of the Chosen. He was perfect, he couldn’t be reduced to being the toy of a nobody.
But this wasn’t a nobody. This was Takeru.
He fell to his knees, clutching his head, this was a boy who’d bested him in a fight, who’s been blessed by a magical aptitude that seemingly exceeded his own and a monster cock to match. Everything Ken had thought about himself that made him ‘perfect’ applied much more fittingly to the blond. Maybe he should accept his new submissive role.
No! This was a maggot, ruining his food, that was all maggots were could for. He’d give that Insect what he deserved. A nice long voracious blowjob.
No!
Then the changes started to happen. Ken’s chest began to push out, and his gonad’s raised as his body traded definition for womanly curves. This wasn’t right, he was a guy. But even as he fought it he felt knew memories come to light, reminding him of world that saw him fitting his new gender as if this was something that had always been.
One by one they were modified slightly; he wasn’t the boy prodigy but the girl prodigy. Some memories were wiped away completely, replaced by new ones. He could no longer tell you what the boys washroom at his school looked like, but knew all the details of the girls.
He arrived at the final memory, one he was happy to see go, and yet held onto with his entire being.
Ken was sitting on a bed in Miyako’s room. Not entirely sure how he’d got there. A year ago the raven haired boy had decided his attractions fell more towards the rougher sex than the fairer, and Miyako had left for college so he’d thought himself free of her unwanted but flattering affection. But then she tracked him down and asked for a date. Ken couldn’t say no in that moment, so he said yes.
The date was much the same, Ken was polite, but did his best not so show attraction. Miyako didn’t seem overly put off by it, squealing over the simplest of things, even after he’d suggested they split the bill.
But when it came time for the date to end, she invited him back to her place, and against all logic and forethought he felt, in that moment, he had to agree. Now here he was, his nude, defiantly not male friend beneath him. It wasn’t something he liked, but in that moment it was all he could think about.
A bitch under him, begging for more. He grabbed her throat, squeezing the girl and to his delight she played along. As soon as he could Ken switched from pussy to anus, preferring the latter considerably. The cunt he could do without, but the rest of this was kind of nice. Fucking and humiliating a bitch, that was something the Kaiser lived for.
And then the next second it was gone, a foreign memory, unbecoming of her new sexuality. Instead of dominating Takeru, all she wanted to do was submit and obey him. She looked upon the blond in equal parts reverence and desire. Her plan had worked flawlessly; the more perfect male had received the other as their little bitch, all the rest was insignificant details.
Ken stood up and walked toward her master, swinging her hips as she went. The transformation must have made her shorter, her clothes were more baggy except around the chest. That was fine, she would need more fitting clothes soon anyway, for now these would do. She would let Takeru truly conquer the uppity bitch arrogant enough to call herself the Digimon Kaiser.
As she walked, Ken’s attention was grabbed by the hesitant Daisuke, who was waiting permission to join. Ken would prefer this round be just between herself and the blond, but at some point there she needed to eat the brunette out in thanks, after all, it had fittingly been the gogglehead that had been her undoing. It was part of the reason she’d been the Kaiser’s first target; she always had a habit of ruining even the best laid plans.
Takeru could feel the blood pumping through his veins. This encounter had been even more harrowing than his earlier faceoff with Daisuke. Mostly because Daisuke wasn’t trying to enslave him from the start. He’d learned when his adrenaline got flowing like this there was really only one remedy.
“Bed.” he growled, staring down Ken. She complied immediately, rushing over to the upturned mattress placing it on the floor, where it served as a makeshift bed. She then plopped down on top, sitting down, knees up and legs spread in an M shape to show Takeru her perfect little pussy. It had to be perfect, he made it after all.
“Phone.” Takeru ordered, turned toward Daisuke now. The girl obliged, running off and returning with a device that Takeru realized was her own. No matter, he could always send himself the file later. He set the phone to start recording before issuing his next command.
“Bitch.”
The Kaiser assumed her role immediately “What are you looking at maggot? You think, just because you got me like this, that you stand a chance. Go ahead, fuck me with that beastly thing. I bet you won’t last two seconds in my pussy. I bet you’re a lousy fuck, just like you’re lousy at everything else. God is that an erection? Of course it is. You disgust me.” he stopped her with a wave of his hand.
Then the blond motioned for Daisuke to join Ken in this shot. The girl crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, she pulled her skirt up to reveal her panty clad ass, the garment pulled aside at her apex to reveal her puckered asshole and wet cunny.
“Beg.”
“Please Master.” Daisuke said, beginning to rub her clit. “Fuck me. I need your big wonderful cock.”
“No master.” Ken intruded “Fuck me. I’m so much better than that bitch. Don’t you want this perfect pussy?” she asked spreading her folds to reveal a glistening interior “I’m already so wet thinking about you.”
“Master.” Daisuke whined. “I need your cock. Please I can’t live without it.”
Takeru didn’t bother to hide his maniacal laughter. Here was his longsuffering fool who fancied himself a rival, and the bitch of a Digimon Kaiser, both prostrating before him and begging to get fucked. In this new timeline they’d both had sex before, but Takeru knew better and so did they. They were begging for him to take their first time’s as girls; to truly make them into women.
Takeru knelt on the bed and inserted himself into Ken’s gushing pussy. These poor little cunts couldn’t go five minutes in the same room as him without begging for his cock. He really should take responsibility for their perverted bodies.
As soon as he penetrated her, Ken’s slick sex began to clamp and spasm around him in ecstasy as she experienced the best orgasm of her life. “Oh my god.” she whispered.
Takeru just kept thrusting though his partner’s orgasm “I haven’t even started yet.” he teased “Is this really all you got?”
The blond took her hard and fast, each thrust going deeper and deeper until Ken felt she could get no fuller, and then he pressed five more inches inside. The Kaiser was unable to retain her composure as she was fucked into a dripping, moaning mess. “God yes. Fuck me with that perfect dick of yours. Ahhhrnngggg”
“You’re such an easy little slut, aren’t you? I bet you’d bend over backwards for any cock that comes your way.” Takeru said as he hammered her harder and harder.
“No, youwe wrong. It’s just you, just this perfect cock. I don’t give a damn about anyone else, But I’m this cock’s eager fuckhole.” she let out a scream testing her own soundproofing of the building. “Please, I need your cum. Give it to me.”
He obliged, burning himself to the hilt and flooding her womb. His thrall let out one final mighty moan, before devolving into a blank stare and tired whimpers as his cum gushed out of her body. He pulled out, leaving the well fucked girl on the bed, moaning and twitching.
The blond next turned to Daisuke, still on her hands and knees presenting.
“Think you can handle that?” he challenged
“Hell yeah!” she returned, wiggling her hips back and forth at him. Oh, he was going to fuck this bitch good.
With a pop he slid the head of his dick inside the willing cunt. Takeru had decided to start slow with this one, he started shallow, thrusting only a little deeper each time. Judging by the sounds leaving the shaking girl she didn’t even realize how softcore he was being.
Then, when his cock was halfway inside, the blond pounced. He shoved himself all the way inside her cavern, relishing in the way her cunt suddenly gripped him as it was forced to take his entire length. He pounded harder now, thrusts hard enough to move the mattress they were on. Daisuke met each attack with euphoric fervor, shoving her hips back to slam his rod deeper into her cunt.
He grabbed her hair and forced pulled her head up roughly. “Do you like this, bitch?”
“I love it. I love this dick. It’s so much better than anything I’ve ever had. Ever.” she screamed. “I just wish we’d done this sooner.” she continued to rut her hips back against him in this awkward position. “Please Takeru, I’ll be whatever you want me to be, your bitch, your cumdump, your slave. Just keep fucking me. Don’t keep me away from this dick again.”
It’s was surreally exhilarating to hear Daisuke of all people lavishing compliments to his cock. Takeru let go of the hair and threw the brunette down, so her head was buried in the pillow as her ass stayed in the air. The then grabbed her legs and pulled them to either side of his waste, so the only thing propping the brunette up was her own head and shoulders.
He pounded her like this for a few more minutes, until he came inside, dropping her to the ground. Daisuke had incredible endurance, and turned back to him in seconds, ready for another round of earth shattering sex.
He turned towards his newest hussies. There was a voice in Takeru’s head telling him he ought to fix them back. But it was hard to entertain when the girls had both just professed their love for his cock and how much they preferred their new lot in life. And besides, who would know?
“Ladies, how about you put those pretty little mouths to good use?” he suggested. Enjoying the way they struggled to their knees to please him.
Suddenly, a loud banging sound came from the door, followed quickly by a second. “Takeru please, let me protect you.” Ken called out, jumping to her feet. If Takeru let Ken ‘help’ him then there was no way she could lose, an outcome that could be further ensured by his own unconfirmed power.
Even without magic, Ken was still a skilled martial artist, and the sex change hadn’t stopped that. Unless the attacker was magically blessed Ken was still their best fighter. She steadied herself as the door bust open, breaking off its hinges instead of more traditional methods.
The first thing through the gap was a chair, which Ken could not dodge without possibly injuring Takeru, so she jumped into the makeshift projectile, catching it even as it threw her off balance. The attacker followed by lunging with a polearm, some sort of staff. She barely brought the chair down to deflect it in time, leaping back a few steps to put distance between herself and the attacker, who had stopped their advances.
“Of – fucking – course.” Miyako said dejectedly, pulling her broom inward. “Loverboy would be doing this while I was tied up in a closet.”
“It’s not what it looks like.” Takeru defended, flailing his arms wildly despite the fact Daisuke was pushing her new assets against his nude body. “I mean, It’s far more complicated than it looks like.”
“Sure, whatever.” Miyako dismissed “Look, I love a good kinky romp as much as the next gal, but do you mind not rigging innocents up in the process?”
Daisuke let out a high pitched laugh. “Like anyone would call you innocent.”
She was flatly ignored “Let’s just get Sora and you can continue doing – whatever this is – at home, mkay?”
Ken would have preferred to continue here, at least for now, but would not go against the blond. “Where’s Sora?” She asked, Takeru looked at the newly formed girl in fear.
“You don’t know?”
“Why would I know.”
“The text. You said you had her.”
“No.” Daisuke interjected sheepishly “I said something vague and threatening so Ken could get you alone. We didn’t actually do anything.”
Takeru looked to her, then to Ken who nodded dramatically in agreement, and then to an equally horrified Miyako as dread crept back up on him.
“Then, where’s Sora?”
“Where am I?” Sora asked as she rubbed her eye. She had been walking out to an early lunch from work when she was approached by a few men in suits. Her next memory was waking up in this cheap wooden chair, draped over a desk bolted into the floor, and an otherwise seemly empty room.
Her entire body hurt, either from whatever knocked her out or the painful position she had slept in. The pain was minor compared to her fear. Who had taken her? The Yakuza? Foreign government? An old foe? Nice people didn’t introduce themselves in such a sleazy way.
“Safe.” A scrambled voice answered from an intercom that had gone unnoticed. “That’s all that is important for now.”
“You call being drugged and kidnaped safe?” she asked incredulously.
“There are extenuating circumstances, but please be aware that your safety is our top priority, it is why we needed to bring you here in such unconventional methods.”
Sora didn’t answer, merely glaring at the small voice accusingly. After a few seconds pause it continued.
“You will find an envelope near the door, the contents are some standard mental health questionnaires, please answer them as honestly as possible.”
“Okay…” Sora said. unable to fathom the strange request. Did they kidnap her just to see how much menial bullshit she would put up with? “And if I refuse?”
“We have made arrangements to ensure your presence at work will not be missed for the rest of the day, I make no such guarantee for tomorrow.”
“You plan on keeping me here for a full day.” she seriously doubted their altruistic motives.
“We will keep you here as long as necessary.”
Sora could be extremely stubborn, but she didn’t doubt that whoever this was could out stubborn her, they had access to a bed. The question was what made more sense. Stalling for time until Takeru could find her? Or complying and hoping they didn’t kill her.
“It’s just the forms, and a quick chat, then you can go, I promise.”
Sora felt a tugging at the back of her head. Wait, that meant a crest power was a work here. So her friends were in on this. She was going to kill whomever it was. Ken maybe? No this was familiar; she just couldn’t place it.
Still, depending on how close they were to her they may not know she could resist, and that wasn’t an advantage she fancied revealing. She defiantly began to do the assessment as instructed.
She wasn’t halfway through the first page when the intercom bussed again. “That will be sufficient. We are coming in now.”
The doors clicked, and swung open to reveal her would-be captors.
“Koushiro?” the redhead asked in shock, then shot a glare at the other, “Yamato.” He better have an unparalleled explanation for treating her so roughly.
The blond brought his hands up defensively as the other boy spoke. “I apologize Sora, but we had no idea if you were compromised, I couldn’t afford the risk.” He shot a sideways glance at his accomplice, “Obviously Yamato wasn’t given a choice, I was unsure if I could trust either him or Taichi, but I needed to start somewhere.”
“Look, I told you, she’s fine, so if you hear it from her you’ll lay off right?” Yamato said.
Sora looked between them again. “What exactly is going on?”
“Koushiro’s being paranoid.” Yamato supplied.
The genius didn’t even acknowledge the snide comment. “A disaster might be unfolding as we speak.” he took a deep breath. “How much do you know about Takeru’s crest power.”
Sora stared the younger boy in the eye, wondering if she should fake naiveté. If Koushiro was asking after such an intrusive introduction than he already knew Takeru’s power. So why ask her?
“He can fulfil people’s hopes, like give them what they want.”
“So you do know.” Koushiro said, the past year doing a wonder for his poker face. “Odd that Yamato was ignorant but you knew.” The blond looked at her accusingly, and Sora was more than ready to bite back.
“Well someone forgot to do his brotherly duties so I had to help a couple of scared and confused kids.” she spat. “So yes, I know.” Her possibly soon to be annulled fiancé recoiled, Koushiro was unfazed.
“And do you know the ramifications of that power?”
“Well, I guess.” she muttered, was Koushiro seriously suspecting Takeru of something? “I mean he can only give people what they want, so it’s not that bad right?”
“That’s what I said.” Yamato interrupted. “It’s nothing but good.” Except it wasn’t. Sora already knew that.
“Are you sure?” asked Koushiro “An awful lot of people go around wishing harm on others. Could Takeru make it happen?”
“Maybe.” she began to focus on the test on her desk, still wondering why it was given to her.
“And,” Koushiro continued. “That’s far from the worst case. People learn how to act in public, but there are those who wish the entire world would disappear, or those who wish for catastrophes so they can prove their worth. I don’t need to tell you how serious it could be if Takeru was affected by them.”
“Lay off, Koushiro” Yamato spat. “Takeru wouldn’t do that, and you know it.”
“In good health? Sure.” Koushiro returned. “But Takeru has shown signs of post-traumatic stress disorder in the past. Can we really rule out depression too? And it would only take a second of weakness. But that’s only one of three worst case scenario’s, albeit the most drastic.”
The boy tightened his tie before continuing, “What if, for example, a loved one truly hoped Takeru succeeded in ‘all his endeavors’ What would that entail? Could he conquer the world? Or perhaps he started healing people with his powers, and they hoped he became a god-king. Would Takeru be able to resist such power.”
“It’s Takeru!” Yamato insisted. “Fair warning Koushiro, if you keep talking about him like that I won’t go easy on you.”
“Warning acknowledged, and dismissed.” Koushiro said “Look Sora. Takeru managed to obtain a multimillion yen deal from an old businessman for little exposed reason, he keeps the property with five members of the opposite sex, where they fuck like rabbits. Don’t’ you think that sounds a little selfish.”
“Well a little but-”
“What?!” Yamato was in front of her instantly hands on her shoulders. “Please don’t tell me you mean that.” She looked back at him confused. What was the big deal? Selfish was selfish. It was relatively minor given what Takeru could do.
“You see Sora.” Koushiro explained “To me and Yamato and Taichi it’s not selfish at all. If Taichi were living that life, I would instantly decry it selfish, but for Takeru it’s not. The only anomaly I could identify was the lack of an oddity. As if some outside force was preventing logic from properly applying.”
Oh, that was what behind her fiancé’s outburst. She was the only one immune, so her being the only one who found it odd was very condemning.
“But wait, Koushiro. Just because it’s selfish doesn’t mean it’s harmful. You only got that cushy American job of yours because of your power.”
“True.” Koushiro conceded, “and Yamato only made it to stardom because his friends were willing to go so far for him, and unable to do less. But neither of us ever forced someone to give us such an unfair deal for no reason.”
“No.” Said Sora “You just decided to sleep with every girl you called a friend. Perfectly selfless and non-intrusive.” Yamato looked down, still ashamed of his philanderer days. Koushiro wore it with pride.
“And Takeru didn’t even want to sleep with people himself. Is that what you were going to say next?” Koushiro asked. “I have studied some tapes quite thoroughly, and he seemed to be honest in saying Hikari was sufficient.
“Which leads me to the third of our worst cases. If Takeru wanted someone else to succeed, truly devoted himself, and was blind to that person’s faults. Then could that person become a god-king? Could the world change to fit their views?”
He spun towards the door, where Taichi was no doubt listening then closed his eyes. “What exactly has happened to Hikari in the past six months. What did he do to her? Or, what did she do to him?”
“Koushiro,” Yamato growled. “Why are you so accusatory today.”
“Hikari’s fine.” Sora said. “No thanks to any of you. I told you, they were confused, and I helped them sort it out.”
“Did you?” Koushiro looked at her, confused for the first time “Before or after the new apartment.”
“Before?” Sora said timidly.
“Crap.”
“Hey.” Sora objected, “Why does that even matter?”
“I was wondering why things seemed to be accelerating so quickly now. All you managed to do was remove his healthy distrust of Hikari’s hopes.”
“Excuse me? Hikari’s fine now, there was a contract, just like you did. And Takeru can’t make anyone do something they don’t want to now. I made sure of it.”
“Really.” said Koushiro, “But could he alter the world until it was normal they wanted to? Based on the stories of his housewarming party I think we all know the answer.”
Before Sora could reply, the boy was pinned to the wall by a protective older brother. “Why are you so insistent on Takeru being the bad guy. What do you have against him.”
“Nothing.” Koushiro received a buzz on his phone, Yamato let him retrieve it, and he checked the message quickly. “Look, this is enough on him for the day. He’s not the only one we need to talk about. I’m also worried about Ken. If Takeru fell through the cracks, then who’s to say no one else did? The Kaiser reigned once before.”
“Unbelievable,” Yamato scolded “Is everyone an enemy to you?”
Sora shrugged. “No one’s heard from him in months.”
“Him? You’re sure?”
“I think so? I mean Daisuke might have, those two boys have been best friends for years, but no one else.”
“Two boys.” Koushiro repeated. “And Miyako.”
“We already know about her. I saw her last week.”
“Her, so she’s always been a girl.”
“What are you on about?” Yamato asked not quite following “And Sora, Why’d you call Daisuke and Ken boys?”
“Because they were.” Koushiro filled in. “I’ve had Marionette running checks on all of us in the background, and flag them when oddities appear. Ken’s professor changed his pronoun mid report. That counts as odd, don’t you think.”
Yamato chimed in, utterly confused. “Wait, so you’re saying Daisuke and Ken used to be? But no. Takeru and Iori were always the only male Chosen from that group.”
Koushiro looked toward Sora. “See what we are dealing with? Our entire reality can change without us even realizing it. You have to understand this risk. Our friends very identities morphed on a whim.”
Sora clutched her head. It was so weird to her. Ken and Daisuke were always males, but then again they were always female. Somehow the two memories were fighting in her head for dominance. Why in the world could this even happen?
“Sora. Who might gain from these two suddenly being female?”
A naive person might answer Takeru, but he didn’t actually need to gain more fangirls, he had plenty as it was. There was one person who adored it when her friends became Takeru’s playthings, who’d even tricked Sora. And given Takeru’s aversion to gay sex that only left one answer.
“Hikari” she said, for her own benefit. Koushiro had already figured it out.
“And if she led to this, exactly what lines do you think Takeru won’t cross for her? Following the pattern, she’s already overdue for her own power, what should we do then, if it’s even half as powerful as Yamato’s? The entire fabric of reality would be at stake. We have to stop it.”
“Hey.” said Yamato thrusting him back against the wall again “You aren’t seriously talking about killing Takeru right? If I have to pick between him and this world you know the answer already.”
Koushiro looked shocked. “What? No? I’d never bring harm to my friends like that.” he shook his head. “Worst case scenario I’ll repress his power, and make it so he doesn’t remember having it. Simple.”
“Koushiro.” Sora said head still throbbing. “You can’t. Your power lets you make discoveries. How do you plan stopping him? I doubt even Taichi’s power could stop him, and he might have found a way around Meiko’s.”
“There is a way.” Koushiro said. “Both of you know it already. It’s harmless. Trust me. In the worst case the continental United States might face a mass power outage, and I might get fired. but that’s minimal.”
Yamato looked at him “What do you even do for a living?”
“Same thing I’ve done since I was ten, save the world from Armageddon.”
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