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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
- 14
- 15
- 16
Content Warning: Questionable consent, Dom/Sub, S&M, Incest, Genderbender (inherited from last chapter)
Do not take this chapter too seriously.

“Is this the place?” Miyako asked, sparing a third glance at the guards across the room. Hikari briefly checked her phone, knowing it would not lead her wrong, not now, and nodded.
She’d been unavailable when Takeru had first texted her and the brunette still felt guilty. Mimi attended the same college, and Hikari had collected her friend before heading to her lover’s aid. When Takeru did not respond to her messages the girl panicked and accidently revealed her ‘secret’ to Mimi while seeking him out.
It had turned out to be an unnecessary measure, Takeru had freed himself from whatever trouble he’d gotten into, if that was even the right word for his little tryst. Along with Miyako, the blond had ‘collected’ Ken, who was wearing a bastardized version of the Kaiser getup, and Daisuke, ordained in a gothic maid costume.
Oh, and they were both female now, that was important too. She still had trouble picturing the boy who had chased after her all her life - giving her unwanted and yet flattering attention she could not reciprocate - turning into a woman and lusting over Takeru. Hikari wasn’t sure if she ought to slap her boyfriend or suck his dick.
At any rate, her beloved didn’t stop to explain the borderline impossible situation, he merely asked Hikari to hope they found Sora okay. Apparently she did, and within half an hour Sora had joined their gaggle. The redhead had described Takeru’s power as ‘too broken’ before, but in this case Hikari was happy for the lack of drama, she didn’t need anything else playing on her nerves today.
God had other plans, and not the deity intermittently stole her body. When Sora rejoined the group, not fifteen minutes passed before the redhead asked to speak with Takeru in private. He’d allowed that courtesy, and within ten minutes they were both gone.
Blocks away, according to her phone.
Sure, implanting a chip and tracking her boyfriend might be a tad overprotective, but she’d only done it when she was crazy. She would often check her phone in-between classes to see if he was perhaps sneaking off to another woman’s house, then enjoy the thought of the steamy hypothetical encounter.
Yeah, now that she thought about it, she definitely had a screw loose, but afterward Takeru was willing to move around more, and his escapades still made her pussy shiver in glee, so she kept the app even after Takeru and Sora fixed her.
The blond didn’t respond to her phone call, and Hikari panicked again, leading the girls for over an hour before they arrived at this building. He was here, she was sure of it, from more than just her phone.
“Excuse me, Ladies.” One of the guards had walked over to the group. “I don’t know of any cosplay convention nearby, but I can assure you it’s not here.”
Hikari let the worry show on her face, but refused to budge, she wasn’t just going to leave her beloved behind. The others noticed, and shuffled closer to the brunette in a protective formation.
“Ohh?” Mimi hopped forward, bending her waist at a thirty-five-degree angle propping her chest forward her boobs bounced; drawing the guard’s attention to the jiggling flesh. “So Mister Policeman, what does happen here?”
“That, it’s-” he blustered “Classified. Even I don’t know.”
“Well,” Said Mimi bouncing up, “If you don’t know, then how do you know we aren’t supposed to be here? We do have a date to keep.”
The guard was obviously fit, and in his late twenties, the affection of a single twenty-one-year-old woman had been bartered and dismissed before. But Mimi was not the average twenty-one-year-old, and even without her killer looks could pry more out a person then they would admit.
“Well, I ah.” he stammered “You’re not on the registered visitor list so.”
“That’s because we aren’t ‘registered’ visitors. It’s ‘classified’, capiche?”
“What, I, um?” the man turned towards his partner, who was twice is age and sporting a much larger waist as well. The older man got out from behind the desk, took a good look at the girls in front of him, and placed a hand on his junior’s shoulders.
“Sir they’re not leaving.” the younger said.
“Don’t worry, I think I know what’s going on.” he said, paying special attention to Ken and Daisuke. “Do this job long enough and you learn every V.I.P. on that level has a vice or two. Just be glad all of these ones are of age.” He pointed toward a door. “Fifth floor, he’ll buzz you. And for god sake tell him to give directions to the back door next time. We do have a reputation.”
“Thank you.” Mimi said with a quick bow. Hikari immediately mimicked her before setting off toward the door, trying hard to hide her relief and not to appear too eager to proceed. She didn’t care what some dirty old man thought about her, that wasn’t important when her beloved was in trouble.
In the stairwell she gave up all pretense, rushing up two steps at a time until she came to the door, leaving the others behind in her haste. This was it, she could feel it. Takeru was somewhere behind this door. She tried the handle, and when it would not budge knocked twice.
The pause lasted for ten seconds, approximately seven loud heartbeats. Then the handle clicked, and the door started to turn.
The guard grumbled something in English as he opened the door enough to stick out his head. “Look unless the boss vouches for you personally I can’t let you in. No exceptions, if it’s important wait there until he’s free.”
He began to shut the door unwilling to listen to complaints. Hikari’s eyes went wide and she instantly stuck her foot in the doorway, wincing slightly as a heavy weight was brought down on her delicate flesh. “Wait, please I need-”
The guard’s response was immediate; his hand went to his holster as his face hardened. Hikari turned back to the group but did not remove her foot, she wouldn’t even if he shot her, she could not turn back now.
“Help!” she pleaded, knowing full well her friends were as useless as her, but unwilling to give up without a fight.
With a mighty leap Ken jumped the last four steps, and bounded over Hikari too, ramming the door. The force of her body rocketed through the hard metal, knocking the guard back and bursting the door open. Before the guard could recuperate ken delivered a precision blow to his head and then leapt out of Hikari’s sight. As she rounded the doorway, the brunette saw a second guard, out-cold like his partner. She could not believe her eyes.
“Thanks,” she breathed.
“Happy to help.” Ken responded between heavy breaths. They both looked around the room, still unsure of their next step
“What’s going on?” a familiar voice asked, followed by a mop of brown hair peeking through the doorway. “Hikari?”
She turned towards her brother “Taichi? Why are you here?”
Behind him, a small tuff of orange hair briefly appeared, and Hikari’s vision went red. “Sora!” she shrieked. “What did you do to Takeru?” She lunged forward but Taichi expertly intercepted, having years of practice putting up with her he kept the deranged girl harmlessly airborne until she gathered the sense to swing her nails at his face.
Gravity took hold as she was dropped from the sudden assault, but before her feet touched down Miyako and Mimi were on either side of her, holding her back. The two vying for a far more peaceful route, and Hikari had to settle for a murderous glare.
“What’s going on?” Miyako asked, “Why are all of you here? Where’s Takeru? Why is everything classified? Is it something digital?”
“It’s uh, complicated.” Taichi said. “Just,” he sighed, “just give us a day, then we’ll tell you everything.”
“I don’t understand, Taichi.” Daisuke interrupted “All of the sudden Takeru gets kidnapped, and you’re here. And I’m so confused. Is there someone we need to beat up?”
“We should tell them.” Yamato said. Taichi looked back at him, but did not argue, instead a fresh voice popped up.
“Koushiro said not too, that it was a risk.” Iori said. “I know it’s hard but...”
“He’s my brother.” Yamato shot “If I can handle it, so can they. They’re our friends, they deserve to know.” No one in the room challenged him on that. and soon enough the girls shuffled into the waiting room, one by one joining Yamato, Taichi, Sora, Meiko, Jou, and Iori who were already there. The room was not designed to house eleven people comfortably, with only six chairs many had to stand.
“So where do we start?” Meiko asked.
“At the beginning maybe?” Ken suggested.
“Nah, too long.” Taichi said, running a hand through his oversized mop and grabbing a can of soda off the top of one of the desks. “Jou, demonstration, please.”
“Right.” the blue haired boy said, before grasping oddly at air. The eldest chosen walked across the room, bent his knees, placed one hand under the small refrigerator situated to store refreshments. The eldest chosen then lifted the appliance into the air like it was a pillow.
“As some of you might have noticed, we’re superheroes now.” Taichi continued.
“Uh, we weren’t superheroes before?” Daisuke asked.
“What he means is; we have powers now.” Sora explained, “Not just Digimon partners. I know some of you had already figured that out.” she gave a knowing glance to Miyako, but Daisuke and Ken faltered as well.
“So what?” Hikari fumed, “What does any of this have to do with Takeru, or why you guys kidnapped him?”
Taichi was up in an instant “Woah, calm down sis, we’re all friends here, we don’t want to hurt Takeru any more than you do.”
“No! I will not calm down. Why did you attack Takeru? Where is he? What did you do to my boyfriend?”
“Well, I…” Taichi trailed back, glancing around for support. “He’s a risk.”
“A Risk?” Hikari raged as her body shook. Taichi instinctively took one step away from his sister, having never before seen her this mad.
“Hikari,” Sora reasoned “You of all people know how dangerous unchecked powers can be. And I know Takeru isn’t gone yet, but.” she swallowed. “Meiko hates the idea of a one-night stand, except with Takeru. Once one of the cheerleaders suggested hooking up with Takeru and Mimi’s reaction was ‘gross’. But now both of you are what? His side chicks? Can you really say you haven’t been manipulated?”
The pair in question quickly glanced at the floor as understanding dawned on them. Hikari however was not deterred one iota.
“Oh, really Sora? Because it sounds to me you just want the excuse for liking his dick more than your fiancé’s.” Hikari spat, she turned to Yamato. “You do know what they’ve been doing don’t you.”
Yamato’s eyes widened, recognizing for the first time Sora was both one of the girls living with Takeru and supposedly immune to his powers. “Sora?” he asked. She turned back towards him, eyes wide.
“It’s not like that.” she pleaded, “he can’t affect me.”
“I have video.” Hikari said smiling wickedly, “I can prove it.”
“Yeah, no.” Taichi said grabbing Meiko and pulling her towards the door. “Plan B.” Taichi’s group mobilized instantly, Jou tossed the fridge across the room where it collided with the wall resulting in a loud bang. Before the girls could recover from the shock caused by the violent action, the room had been vacated of their so-called friends, except for themselves and a very frustrated Yamato.
Hikari snarled and leapt at the doorway where her brother had disappeared. She attempted to pursue but a strong arm wrapped around her body. She felt herself twist in midair as she was flung backwards, where many hands broke her fall.
“Stop.” Yamato ordered, “Wait here.”
Hikari rolled her eyes, like a few words would stop her. She charged the doorway again, only for the much larger and stronger Chosen to harmlessly repelled her efforts. She looked back to her ‘group’ a little annoyed that none of them had joined her assault.
“Come on, we have to help Takeru.” she said, pleading with her eyes. Her fabled puppy dog eyes were diminished slightly by the ice they still harbored for Taichi and Sora, but they still held sway over anyone with a drop of empathy in their blood.
“But…” Miyako said tentatively. Hikari’s heart shook, they couldn’t really be doubting Takeru, could they?
“He said to wait here.” Ken finished, equally hesitant.
Hikari could feel her fingers dig into her palms. This was insane! Would they really let Yamato’s power stop them? She however, was immune, and wasn’t going to let Koushiro do as he liked to Takeru. She loved him the way he was, and didn’t want to have to start again, possibly ruining their warped yet amazing relationship.
“Yamato, do you really trust them? Trust Sora? Over your own brother?” she asked “You have to believe me, he needs help.”
“We agree.” he said “Takeru would have never betrayed me like that normally, if he did what you claim, then he needs help, and Koushiro is the one to give it.”
Fucking blondie. “You’re a terrible brother.”
He did not budge.
She ran at Yamato again, and again he caught her, but she was ready this time, aiming a kick in his direction. He let out a grunt but did not relent, throwing the girl backward. She looked up at the person who caught her: Daisuke.
Her Daisuke had been madly enthralled by her, and would likely help Hikari if she asked desperately enough, even if that meant saving his romantic rival. But this was not her Daisuke. Despite their similarities, the gender change might have had a broader effect. When Takeru changed the world he could remember both timelines, but since become immune to unwanted changes Hikari could only remember the original.
“Please Daisuke,” she pled “I need to help Takeru. Please? For me?”
The gogglehead swallowed and gently placed Hikari on the floor before taking small tentative steps toward Yamato. She inched closer to the blond, two feet apart, then one foot apart. Staring him down with a gulp.
Ken, Mimi and Miyako began to converse in hushed whispers. Was she actually going to do it? To go past Yamato? But that would be incurably rude, even for Daisuke. Hikari was clearly distressed and could not be held accountable, but for Daisuke to defy Yamato, after he’d asked nicely, was unfathomable.
With poignant slowness Daisuke’s right hand rose in the face of an icy glare. The brunette closed her eyes, and quickly swung her arm.
A loud smacking sound rang out as all the girls audibly gasped. Even Yamato looked on in shock at Daisuke’s iron will. But to Hikari it was an encouraging sign of hope, if Daisuke could do it, then anyone could; things were finally looking up.
“Sorry!” Daisuke screeched as Hikari felt her stomach sink. “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I did that.”
“It’s okay” Yamato said, confidence returning. “Just don’t do it again.”
“No, it’s not okay.” Daisuke urged. “I’ll make it up to you.”
She patted down her blouse, realizing her maid outfit did not contain any pockets, and Ken had not let her out to buy a purse. She had no money on her to repay the blond but her wandering hands soon landed on other assets.
“Say, Yama~” the brunette trilled as she squeezed her new chest. “I think I know just the way to make it up to you?” she leaned in closer as the world slowed down, “And who knows, maybe I can be quite the wonderful distraction.” She leaned forward, ensnaring his lips with her own.
Her costume had been designed for quick access to her best goods, and she exploited that readily. Eyes still closed as she locked lips with the older boy, Daisuke exposed her modest breasts, reaching out and placing his hesitant hand on the soft flesh.
Yamato’s mind went blank as a friend he’d not thought of before sexually in his life forced herself upon him. This entire day had just been so fucked up; his brother was potentially a threat to the stability of the universe, his fiancé was unfaithful, his life was a lie. But somehow, as soft hands freed his hardening member, this felt like the most left field of them all. They dealt with world ending threats every three years, Sora had a fetish for infidelity, and he never really felt like a rock star. Daisuke blowing him? Now somehow that felt wrong.
The sound of a belt hitting the tile floor snapped him out of his stupor, but by then it was too late, his pants were around his ankles and a warm mouth began making out with the tip of his cock.
Daisuke was an amazing little cocksucker; mistress Ken had trained her to be. It did come in handy when Mistress Ken became Master Takeru’s fuck toy, and it was coming in handy here too, allowing her to help Takeru and Hikari without betraying Yamato.
That was unexpected, but ultimately welcome development to Hikari. The voice in her head telling her not to give up rallied, and she turned towards her friends enthused. “Come on,” she whispered, “Now’s our chance!”
The group did not agree, Mimi voicing their shared thoughts. “But, we were supposed to wait. What would Yamato think?”
Hikari turned back toward the blond. Daisuke took the meat stick right down to the hilt, with one hand under her chin to fondle the balls. She began to bob her head enthusiastically, her free hand guiding one of Yamato’s to her hair, allowing him to set the pace as he began to skullfuck her with a ferocity he normally saved for Taichi.
“He’s fine. Doesn’t care. Honest. Now come.” She looked up at Mimi with her best puppy dog eyes. “Please?”
The older girl folded like wet cardboard “Okay, for Takeru.” she said, stepping forward. Ken still looked shaky, but if Daisuke, Hikari, and Mimi could all be this rude, maybe she could claim peer pressure. And she, too, genuinely want to help Master Takeru.
“You guys go ahead.” Miyako said, eyes locked on the depraved scene as Yamato blasted Daisuke with his cum “I’ll stay back, to hold him off if he makes it past Daisuke.” Her face displayed neither hesitance nor resolve, but eagerness and lust. Hikari had no doubts that if left behind Miyako would gladly join Daisuke in ‘distracting’ Yamato. And frankly, with how crazy today had been, she had no patience for her friend’s libido.
The brunette reached out and grabbed her jogress partner’s wrist, pulling her away from the scene as the other two followed behind, shooting glances back to the room like a dog which had chewed through its favorite toy.
Yamato didn’t notice their departure, enthralled as he was by the sight of Daisuke wiping up his cum with her fingers and sucking them clean one at a time. The erotic vision caused new strength to stir in his cock. With one hand Yamato grabbed the slut’s hair and pulled her to her feet. He looked her in the eye and used his free hand to cup her crotch as he spoke. “That’s not all I’m going to get, is it?”
She did not recoil from his touch even slightly, “Nope, you get the full Daisuke experience.”
She let out a squeak as Yamato threw her down to the desk. With practiced deftness he pulled up her skirt and her panties down. As he appraised his junior’s rear the blond wondered what this gogglehead’s ass would feel like, but he banished the thought, he didn’t have lube anyway.
Instead he pushed himself into Daisuke’s slick cunt. He started with shallow thrusts, getting a feel of her folds as he pushed himself deeper into the sopping sex centimeter by centimeter. For a girl as sexually active as Daisuke was, she still had a surprisingly tight pussy.
“Oh god yes!” she screamed under him, not caring if any of their friends overheard. “Fuck Me! Give me what I need!” she cried encouraging the blond onward. He increased his pace according to her demands. Each thrust eclipsing the last until his actions and her moans reached a fever pitch.
In the heat of the moment Yamato felt his limit approach as enjoyed his junior. “I’m close.”
“In me!” She screeched predictably, “I need to feel your hot cum poring inside me.” He obliged, spilling his seed inside a girl with no idea whether she was even on the pill.
The blond pulled out exhausted, he collapsed into a nearby chair as sweat trickled down from his hair into his eyes. At this point he recognized that himself and the brunette were alone in the room. Hikari’s betrayal was predictable, but the others genuinely shocked him.
Whatever, if his drive to get back at Sora lead to his brother not being mindfucked by Koushiro, then he’d just have to live with that. Besides, the other chosen had some incredible powers and it wasn’t like he was the only ace up Taichi’s sleeve.
“You’re so cute when you brood.” The sultry voice broke him out of his thoughts to find Daisuke crawling into his lap, rubbing her body against his. “It just makes me want to tie you down and bounce on this dick until Sunday.”
Yamato let out a gulp, exactly what had he gotten himself into here?

Hikari had not delved two rooms deeper into the complex before she spotted the disgrace of a mop her bother called a hairstyle. It was hard to decipher from the three seconds she had intruded unnoticed, but there seemed to be some debate as to whether or not abandoning the girls to Yamato was too hostile and confrontational. There was seemingly none about whether anyone could get past Yamato, no one would think so little of him. Or at least say so aloud lest they be mistaken for badmouthing the blond.
Meiko’s reaction spoke for the group. “How?”
“Not important.” Hikari replied. “Now will you stop all this nonsense and let me see my boyfriend?”
“No.” Sora said flatly. “Don’t give me that look, you are the last person we want interacting with Takeru in this precarious time.”
“Oh come now.” Miyako pouted. “It’s not like she’s going to make him the ruler of the universe or something.”
“She might now.” Sora returned. “You guys don’t realize just how much rope she gives him.”
Hikari ignored the redhead, instead turning to her brother with her best puppy dog expression that had won her so many sweets and allowed her to steal the television to watch crappy drama’s for so many years. “Please, Taichi.”
He shook his head. “Sora’s the only one we can trust right now; we need to buy time for Koushiro. Every second counts. Jou, stall.”
Following the gogglehead’s lead, the rest withdrew again, Jou blocking the exit as he fumbled with an invisible cross in midair. “Stop.” he cried but Hikari didn’t slow down, and to her joy, neither did Miyako or Mimi on either side of her.
Which made it all the more disappointing when Jou repelled them with little effort.
True, he’d grown up since the digital world, and his hands had become steadier, less fumbling in preparation for a career in medicine. But he was still lanky and scrawny, there was no reasonable way he could stop four girls at once.
Except he lifted a fringe with one hand earlier. And the girls were coming to realize the four of them stood about as much chance as the fridge did. Hikari recalled what Sora had told her about the other’s powers. If people counted on Jou he would come through, it wouldn’t matter if they had four or forty.
There had to be some way around this right? She would not come this far, only to stopped by a blue-haired clothed bull.
“Hikari.” Ken’s soft feminine voice penetrated her thoughts. “I can help you get past Jou. If you want to.”
“Yes, please. I need to see Takeru.” despite her words, she felt little confidence, what could any of them do against that monster?
Ken either did not notice her lack of faith or ignored it, slowly walking up to the metaphorical giant. Jou let out a tiered sigh and moved to swat her away like the other flies. Mid-swing his arm was intercepted, Ken pulling it over her shoulder as she twisted, throwing the older boy across the room.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked the dazed faces surrounding her. “Go! I’ll keep him busy.”
With a small nod Hikari tore down the corridor, her actions breaking the shock holding Mimi and Miyako as they followed her. Jou lunged forward in his best attempt to stop them, but Ken met him head on, hands catching each other in open grip as they grappled. The force of the super powered impact sent a tremor through the building.
The rumble caused Miyako to trip, and she looked back. The lilac haired fiend was not sure if she could even do what she was about to, or it’s repercussions, but right now it felt better than letting the entire building collapse. She reached out and with incredible effort, shifted the scene around her.
As her legs gave out in exhaustion she watched as Ken and Jou mutually decided to settle their bought of strength with a tongue wrestling contest, then Miyako slowly snuck off to catch up with her jogress partner and mentor.
Ken’s hands made it to Jou’s back, pulling him closer as she deepened their kiss. In response his hands went to her chest, massaging the flesh through the raw material of her outfit.
The young woman allowed the corners of her mouth to tick upward in the kiss. His fumbling betrayed shyness, and the older chosen was certainly no Takeru. Backed by her power there was no way she could lose. Rolling her hips into his she felt the hardness pressed between them. Jou’s lips stopped moving at the contact so she repeated again and again, until his hands froze too and weak moans escaped his lips.
Ken sported a devious grin ash she broke the kiss, Jou had a habit of ignoring everything and focusing on his studies. He had not even touched his girlfriend in weeks. Whereas she had spent the better part of the last six months learning how to subjugate and train inferior specimens.
True, with Takeru around she no longer felt that primal need to dominate, that wanton lust for power which haunted her nightmares and drove her to insomnia for weeks at a time. But in that room with Miyako months ago, the purple haired princess rifling through her thoughts, something had changed in Ken, and she had frighteningly easily gone back to her Kaiser persona.
Takeru had saved her, lifted her out of it, and while bile rose in her throat at the thought of digging back into her dark life for any reason, Master Takeru was worth it. She’d do it for him, even if he never forgave her, lord knows she wouldn’t forgive herself.
She’d at least spare Jou the humiliation of blowing off in his pants. With deft precision his belt became unbuckled and his capris and briefs fell around his ankles. Ken then moved to her own intricate set of buckles holding on her crotch piece in place, exposing her absence of underwear and allowing the older boy to feel her heat and wetness as she rubbed against him.
The touch of a slick cunt sent a shudder through Jou’s body, shocking him into action. He leaned down and began to nibble at the ear of his aggressor, while bending his knees to line his cock up with her tight sex.
“Nope,” she said pulling away. “You haven’t earned that hole yet. But maybe if you’re good enough I’ll let you feel my perfect little pussy.”
“Let’s see h-how good I am.” He stuttered, pulling himself back into position, accepting her terms unquestionably. This might be even easier than she expected. Ken moved her hips forward as the blue haired man began to buck against her. With his participation his cock now seemed to never leave her clit, always rubbing and sending sparks of electricity up her body.
Ken’s face betrayed none of the new stimulation, “Is that all your pathetic cock can do?” She asked, grinding harder. Jou met her thrusts with his hips, his cock now sliding fluidly from her lubrication, but his face twisted from her words. “I’ll allow you to cum.” she directed, “Go on, unleash your miserable load.”
A jet of white cum shooting up and finding a home amongst Ken’s pubes. She had won round one, and composed herself to show no indication of how close it was. Instead she pushed the recovering boy down, until his head was face to face with her spoiled pubic hair.
With her hands so tightly locked on his head, Jou would unable to disobey without fear of getting his neck snapped. “Since you made such a mess, you should clean it up.” Ken teased, pushing his face closer to her treasure trail. The boy had no choice but to timidly lick up his release.
A hollow laugh echoed through the room as Ken indulged herself in lust. It was so easy it scared her, forcing inferior specimens to reveal how depraved they truly were, and Jou was responding stronger than most, she hadn’t even used her power on him yet.
Even after all traces of white were removed she kept him there, licking hair for her amusement. Then, deeming his performance satisfactory, she moved his head lower, and lower still, until his mouth came across its next target.
Her clit was the primary focus of his actions. He attacked the nub as soon as it was in range, and moved to it often as he tasted her wetness. Every slightest movement of his gifted tongue seemed to send shudders down her spine.
“I guess this is your natural place huh?” she sneered. “On your knees, serving a superior.”
He didn’t respond, mouth occupied, so Ken enjoyed the moment. She began to rock her hips into his face as her muscles loosened with the pleasure. She let herself indulge in the ecstasy of pleasure for one second before her world shifted. Ken found herself in a vulnerable position, Jou had grabbed under her knees, hoisting her pelvis into the air and causing her shoulders and head to fall into the cushion of the chair.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, but she was in no position to escape.
“I’m just doing what I do best.” Jou returned, his tongue trailing back to her cunt, then leaving it and going south.
“No, stop.” Ken pleaded, but her cries fell on deaf ears as his tongue began toying at her asshole.
“What?” Said Jou, standing tall now and towering over her. “If I’m not allowed to use your pussy yet, then I’ll have to make do with another hole.”
He pressed forward, hard cock splitting Ken’s tightest hole. She let out an audible gasp as his cock head slipped in, wondering if he was really going to use nothing but spit and cum as lube. However, even in the face of the tearing pain, she comported herself, she would not lose to this pathetic excuse for a man.
Jou continued to fuck her, lost in this glorious ass. His girlfriend hardly ever let him do anal, but here there were no such restrictions. And Ken’s body was a bit tighter than he was expecting. The feel of such a tight hole squeezing his cock left him in bliss, and he was unaware of his partner’s pain. “So, do you like this?” he asked.
“Yea right.” Ken sneered, “The only thing more pathetic than your cock is how you’re using it. Do you ever care about anything other than your own pleasure when you fuck someone?”
Jou initially let the blow glance off him. He had long ago learned to be comfortable with his sexuality. Except he did have to admit his expertise didn’t come from his natural skill. His power made him good at sex, when his partner wanted him to be. But here, without that boon, he could clearly see the pain on Ken’s face even as she tried to hide it.
And then again, maybe there was a reason he wasn’t allowed to fuck his girlfriend’s ass.
“You think you can help me?” he asked, only half serious.
“Yes, I can. I’ll help you all you want.” Ken said with a smirk.
A few seconds later, for reasons Jou didn’t fully comprehend, he found himself on his hands and knees. Ken was standing behind him after having materialized a strap on dildo and a bottle of lube out of her outfit, from where exactly Jou did not know.
“Wait, why am I the one getting fucked?”

Hikari, Miyako, and Mimi continued through the hallway. It was a straight shot to a one-story staircase, which opened up to a forked path, Iori stood at the apex, his wooden bodkin holstered over his shoulder.
“To the right is the village of lies, to the left is the village of truth. I come from one of these villages. Taichi has gone to the village of truth. You get one question, ask wisely.”
Hikari rolled her eyes, she’d heard this one a hundred times before. All you had to do was to ask the questioner the direction to their village. If ‘Iori’ came from the village of truth, that would be his true home, and if he came from the village of lies he’d be unable to lead them to the village of lies. Her mouth was open in seconds
“Wait.” Miyako interrupted. “We can’t trust him, if he comes from the village of lies, then that would mean Taichi isn’t in the village of truth.”
Crap. Right. Of course it was a trick. There’s be no point to a guard otherwise. Why give them any chance of picking correctly.
Unless they knew Miyako would be here, and would read too much into it. They didn’t have time to waste trying to break a riddle. Maybe she should just flip a coin.
“Don’t worry.” Mimi said. “I’ve figured it out.”
Closing the distance between herself and the boy. She stared him right in the eye. “Did Taichi go left?”
Iori looked back, unflinching but noticeably confused. “Yes.” he grumbled.
“Right it is.” Mimi declared, waving over Hikari and Miyako.
“Wait.” Iori leapt forward, unsheathing his wooden sword and using it to block the hallway. “How could you just ask that? That’s not how any of this is supposed to go. What if you are wrong?”
Mimi just giggled “Iori honey, I love you but don’t ever become a lawyer sweetie. You have too many tells.”
His face twisted in response, and he held out his bodkin “Then I need to tell you, there is a part two to my task. One of you must best me in solo combat.”
“Is that all?” Miyako said, she turned toward the others. “You go ahead, I’ll catch up.”
“Come on.” Iori whined as Miyako began to advance on him. He held his sword up to meet her. “Unarmed? A bokken can be quite dangerous, even if it is made out of wood.”
“Trust me, I know just how potent your hard wood can be” Miyako countered, continuing to close the distance as Iori felt himself shuffle back, startled by his friend’s apparent foolishness. Was this really the time to be making advances?
Iori felt his rear foot press against something. A quick glance told him he’d retreated to the wall already, and yet Miyako continued advancing on him. Swallowing hard, he raised his sword skyward and closed his eyes.
Only to find himself unable to bring it down again, his arms trapped between his chest and Miyako’s as she caught him in a tight hug.
“You’re not going to hit me, you big doofus.” She clung to him tighter. “You have no idea the kind of day I had today. I was knocked out, kidnapped, and left tied up in a bathroom by my so called friends. Almost got my head split open once trying to rescue Takeru. Then he goes missing again and Hikari drags me halfway across the city to find out he got kidnapped - by friends, again - and now you all are being obtuse and Hikari won’t even let me stay and watch the good parts.”
Iori wasn’t sure what to say instead he released his grip, letting the wooden sword clatter to the ground harmlessly. His arms were still too trapped to embrace the girl, but it was the thought that counted.
“How?” he asked “How can you have so much faith in him? He made Daisuke and Ken into girls, how can you trust any of your own thoughts? He made you into a fuck toy for god sake.”
“No,” Said Miyako “I chose that. If Takeru asked me to be a harem girl in exchange for regular access to Hikari, Mimi, and Meiko even before he got any powers I likely would have said yes, then jumped his bones.”
“How can you be sure?”
She let out a laugh. “Because if Takeru was micromanaging that much of my life there’s no way your little rebellion would have happened.”
“Well,” Iori huffed “I know he changed me. My life’s been so weird lately.”
“Yeah.” Miyako admitted. “But did he?”
“What? I’ve slept with three different girls at school this week.”
“And you’re still grumbling about it.” Miyako laughed. “But my point stands. Why exactly do you think Takeru made you do that?”
“Are you kidding me?” Iori said “Have you met me? I hadn’t even been on a real date before. And now...”
“And now?” Miyako challenged. “I don’t really think Takeru changed that much at all. Just because you couldn’t do this before, doesn’t me you wouldn’t. You get way to flustered at the beach not to be into girls.”
“But I wouldn’t go around fucking them indiscriminately.” he protested.
“Because you couldn’t.” Miyako countered. “And don’t tell me otherwise. You and I together discovered how kinky you can be. There’s no way that was all Takeru.”
“Are you insinuating I would force those girls into sex?”
Miyako mock recoiled at Iori’s words.
“Whoa, force? This is the first I heard of that. I thought all you did was seduce them you didn’t tie them down or something?” she took a second to right herself, “I mean tie them down without asking first.”
His face blushed crimson. “Of course I didn’t rape them or anything but-”
“Ok, say you went up to these girls, got them interested and didn’t do anything without their consent, and I’m guessing got digits and a standing invitation afterward, what about that sounds like forcing them?”
He blushed crimson “It’s the principle, they wouldn’t be into me if not for Takeru.”
“Plenty of people improve themselves to find the one they love, is this really any different? Look, you’re just being difficult. Just because you had sex doesn’t mean it’s inherently immoral. This isn’t the fifties.”
“So anything’s fine so long as everyone agrees? That feels….” then, suddenly Iori stopped, tired of arguing, and lent in. Miyako saw straight through him, but she didn’t care, even as he removed her shirt and used it to tie her hands together behind her back.
“Go nuts.” she challenged, giving no resistance as the younger boy stripped her, or even as he shoved her panties into her mouth. Next he threw her to the floor, face down ass up, and at his mercy.
If Miyako had turned her head, she would have seen Meiko standing there with a smirk on her face, her arms held slightly in front of her, hands open palms up, with one at waist height and the other hovering even with her head. But Miyako’s attention was commanded by the boy about to fuck her raw.
“Listen up, Bitch. From here on out you are mine. And so long as this -” he reached one hand down to cup her offered pussy “- slutty little cunny is wet, then I’m going to assume you’re okay with it.”
Iori gave no further warning before he thrust his entire length into her, starting hard and fast from the get go.   She was a toy, and he didn’t care about getting her off. Miyako being Miyako, her folds were immediate lubricating as her tight cunt gripped him. She was far more experienced than most of the girls he took regularly, and it would take a lot of effort to get her off before him.
That gave Iori an idea, he began to slow his thrusts, aim more deliberately as he’d been taught. From this position it only took some effort to locate Miyako’s G spot, and he almost snickered as he felt her hips uncontrollably began to move and her muffled moans sneak out.
The timing worked perfectly, just as Miyako was close, he grabbed her hips and sheathed himself, unleashing his cum as deep as he could and preventing her from moving, then once her hole was leaking his seed, he pulled out.
She thrust her hips back best she could, clearly trying to corral him into finishing. “You get to cum when I want you too.” he teased, leaving out in this case, that was better off never. It would teach the bitch.
“Next I think I’ll take this ass.” he said, placing his hand on her cheeks. “But, we need to prepare it first.” He pulled his right hand back and quickly brought it down upon her rear. Iori’s face remained stoic as he heard the squeak of pain escape his old friend, and repeated the gesture with his left hand. After a few round he reached down to tweak her clit, he did need to keep her wet or the game was off.
“Yeah” Iori continued. “Let’s get this ass nice and red. Then the real fun can begin.”

Hikari and Mimi continued to run down the hall, Miyako had not yet caught up to them, but that didn’t surprise Hikari, her jogress partner rarely did any exercise that didn’t end in an orgasm these days.
The brunette knew her destination as soon as she saw it. The doors were big an intimidating, and would likely take all her weight to pull apart. The very air surrounding it oozed finality, and Hikari could feel it getting her one step closer to her beloved.
The redhead standing guard was a good indicator too. She turned to the pair with a surprised scowl.
“What are you two doing here? Where’s everyone else?” Sora asked in confusion.
“Ken’s fighting Jou, and Miyako’s with Iori?” Mimi replied between gasps.
“You left Miyako to Iori alone? Why would you do that?” Sora replied. Hikari allowed herself to be puzzled, surely the lay person would be more concerned about leaving Ken to the hulk that was Jou. Iori was so soft he wouldn’t even be able to land a blow on Miyako.
She pushed the thought out of her head. “Where is Takeru Sora? This ends now.”
She was ignored, Sora instead rudely turned towards Mimi to continue her plea. “Please, I know this won’t make sense to you, but Meiko’s back with Iori hiding in the dead end, and right now I think she might legitimately kill Miyako.”
Mimi bit her lip, obviously Sora was telling the truth, or her ‘immunity’ got past Mimi’s power. Either way, Miyako and Meiko had a bit of a rivalry and the current predicament exasperated it.   Miyako had absolutely no issue with vassaling herself to Takeru for the sake of pleasure. Meiko was in a state of shock feeling very used and abused.
Hikari didn’t care, if she got to Takeru she could fix anything, if Koushiro broke the blond it was all over. But Mimi did not have the same knowledge she did, and was concerned about her two protégée’s.
“Go on.” Hikari said. She could take Sora alone, and there was a reason Taichi wasn’t coming out to play, he’d be helpless before his precious little sister. Mimi shot her a grateful look, then turned and retreated down the hallway.
“Thank goodness.” Sora said, exhaling sharply. “If anyone can sort those two out it’s Mimi.”
“Or Takeru. You know. If he were here it wouldn’t be a problem.” Hikari shot.
“Hikari,” Sora sighed. “I’m not even going to try to explain why you should just leave it to Koushiro. You are still too Takeru-centric right now. It’s really part of the problem”
“No.” Hikari defended. “You, know Takeru had nothing to do with that. And I’m not even too Takeru centric anyway. How would you feel if your so called friends up and kidnaped Yamato out of the blue then said he was a security threat and tried to make him out to be a monster? How would you react?”
“I would trust them; they are my friends.”
“Liar. You’d knock Taichi out before he opened his mouth.”
Sora closed her eyes and began to rub her temples. “Believe whatever you want. Even hate me for this. But know that I -”
She never finished, a fist to the gut knocked all the wind out of the redhead and before she could comport herself a second blow sent her to the ground.
Hikari hadn’t even hesitated, she went straight to violence the second Sora’s defenses were down. Maybe the girl was worse of then she’d initially feared.
The brunette threw all her weight behind one of the doors. Creaking it open slightly, inch by inch. The sound jolted Sora into action, as she snapped to her feet and tackled the younger girl to the ground.
There they grappled for half a minute, but Hikari was always less athletic, and had exhausted herself on the trip up. Sora was swiftly able to pin her winded junior.
“Just stop, please, for both our sake. It’s over Hikari, you can’t beat me in fair fight. I’m much stronger than you.”
The response was a single loogie, expertly aimed to Sora’s left eye. The redhead instinctively raised one hand to clean the disgusting fluid and in doing so heard a click. She opened her eyes to find a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs locking her right arm, which was still currently pinning Hikari, to a radiator sticking out from the wall.
Did Hikari seriously keep handcuffs on her in case she wanted them for sex?
The brunette started squirming, making a break for the door, outside Sora’s movement range. The older girl managed to get one hand on her trousers, and another on her ankle.   But Hikari quickly discarded the former, and kicked back with the later, crushing Sora’s had against the ground until she released.
“Seriously?” Sora asked as Hikari began pushing the door. “You’d go this far?”
“You don’t know what’s at stake.” Hikari replied, slipping through the cracks.
Hikari had to steady herself as the room revealed its secrets to her. On the far wall there were a serious of monitors, displaying stats and charts, their meaning foreign to the young woman. On her left were camera feeds from all the rooms she run through to get here, security for everything past the initial guards. On the right, she found herself overwhelmed, as she saw a glass wall, and beyond it, her beloved, shacked and blindfolded, tied to a chair as Koushiro presided over him.
Shock overwhelmed her at the sight of her captive love, and she rushed toward him, disregarding her earlier caution. Halfway through the room she felt an arm wrap around her, as the person she was expecting before began to interfere.
Strong arms enveloped her, holding her tight against a chiseled body, a position that felt all too natural. “Come on Hikari, look, he’s fine. You can stop now.” her big brother said.
She shook her head but did not utter a sound, refusing to give Taichi the satisfaction of a response.
“It’s okay.” he soothed again “We don’t want to hurt you. We’re not going to hurt you.”
She still refused to speak, letting out a quite humph before redoubling her struggles.
“Not talking? What are you, six again?” he joked, looking down at her fondly. As he took in her figure, his eyes bulged and, just as sudden, he pushed her away, maneuvering to position himself between her and the door.
“Hikari?” he asked “Where are your pants?”
She looked up at him, considering answering this time, but secure in the knowledge that her uncooperativeness wounded him far greater than any knife. Instead she began to saunter towards him, slowly. Would he really be able to bring himself to stop her? She doubted it.
“God, you’re just like them aren’t you, what is going on here?” he pointed toward the monitors on the other side of the room. Hikari blatantly ignored him as she closed the distance, until he was just tantalizingly out of arm’s reach.
“I don’t want to do this Hikari.” he warned “But you’re not giving me much choice. If it’s my only option to get back my sister, then I’ll do it.”
Hikari took one more step forward, daring her brother to take a swing at his precious little sister. He closed in on her, but she did not flinch, staring him down as his face became eye level with hers. They stayed like that for a second, daring the other to back down.
Until, with a deep breath, Taichi closed his eyes. Hikari allowed herself a silent celebration as she made to move past him. Except her brother’s hands were still on her shoulders, locking her in place, and his face was getting ever closer.
Time seemed to stop as his lips landed upon hers, chastely at first, in that never-ending instant, but as time resumed he parted them slightly, tongue asking for permission as it played along her mouth. She did not grant it, but that did not dissuade her brother, who simply moved his kisses down her neck, his arms and her shock preventing her from escaping.
As Taichi continued his ministrations, her head turned slightly, only now choosing to look at the monitors he had alluded to before. Giving a thorough inspection, she saw the expected seen of Yamato fucking Daisuke against the wall, the less expected scene of Iori choking a naked Miyako while jacking himself on another monitor, and the completely unexpected scene of Ken behind Jou, thrusting hard and fast. Even Meiko and Mimi were locked in a fierce kiss. Only Sora seemed to be immune from the craziness, and even she was handcuffed to a radiator and holding another girl’s pants.
Why the hell was all this happening? They came here to rescue Takeru not to get laid. Couldn’t these girls prioritize? Sure, when Daisuke first played the fiddle of seduction it was a clever out of the box solution to a seemingly impossible problem, prime Daisuke material. But there was no reason for Ken and Mimi to follow suit. And even Miyako had better control of her cunt than to fuck a regular right now.
Taichi’s hand slipping up her shirt to tweak her nipple snapped the girl to the most pressing problem. Why the fuck was her brother trying to fuck her? Did he really think just because their friends were letting loose she’d go along with it? Or was he just too horny to care.
You can use this Hikari
That’s right, Taichi was Taichi, and in a game of sex he was already horribly handicapped. No matter how good he’d made himself with his power, he was nowhere near as good as Takeru, and recently she’d become able to keep up with the blond. Taichi, stamina freak or not, would inevitably fail.
But still he was her brother and something about doing that with him was all kinds of unnatural. Even if it was a sure bet, she couldn’t just, just…
Why?
Why? That was a good question. Takeru was so close, she could almost taste it. So what if she had to stain that taste with another man’s cum? Takeru would be able to wipe all the bitterness out of her mouth with a single kiss. And it wasn’t like she had any qualms with incest, she’d eat her mom’s pussy at the slightest insinuation it would turn Takeru on.
But for some reason the fact it was her brother was stopping her even though she knew it wouldn’t if it was her sister instead. But then, fucking her sister would be a turn on for Takeru, and likely any theoretical sister would already be inside their harem. Too bad Taichi was the wrong sex.
Now there was an idea, the blond had clearly played ball earlier today. And Taichi had signaled his own willingness at the house party earlier.
Not believing her own actions, Hikari let one hand trace Taichi’s thigh until it brushed his big hard cock through his pants. Such a pervert, getting turned on from his little sister. Was he always such a siscon? The die had been cast, the terms decided, even if Taichi didn’t know them. And now that she had real motivation, there was no way she’d lose, even to her bull-headed big brother.
Her actions reaffirmed Taichi, who pulled her shirt and bra up to reveal her pert tits to the cold air. His hands next led to her shoulders, pushing down harshly until Hikari found herself on her knees before him, face to face with his bulge. Seconds later, Taichi’s jeans and underwear were around his ankles, and his dick sprang out to slap his sister in the face.
Hikari dragged her face against the cock as she pulled back until she could stare down the one eyed monster. It wasn’t like she’d never seen her brother’s dick before, but it had never been quite this up close and personal. She glanced up at her big brother and leaned in, planting a kiss on his member before parting her lips and taking it inside her mouth.
Quaking hands made it to Taichi’s ass, using it as leverage to pull herself deeper and deeper with each bob of her head. The brunet let out a grunt as his cock entered the back of her throat, but she didn’t even flinch, effortlessly taking her brother deeper and deeper until she was slurping on his entire length.
“You’re an eager one, aren’t you.” her brother teased. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget about everything else. You’ll be so consumed by my cock; all you’ll want to do is be my little whore. And if you’re a good little sister maybe I’ll let you.”
His words only encouraged Hikari to work faster, harder. She deep throated him with gusto, providing a thorough distraction as one finger slipped past his cheeks and invaded Taichi’s ass. His reaction was immediate, as his hips thrust forward into her face and his sphincter clenched tightly.
“Is that how it’s gonna be?” He moved his hands down to her head as he began to go to town, fucking her face hard and fast in retaliation. To his slight disappointment Hikari didn’t gag on his brutal thrusts, so he sent one hand down to plug her nose until the bitch was gasping for air. Even then he offered little recourse, freeing her nostrils but enjoying the feel of his sister chocking around his cock.
Taichi embraced his inner demon as he voraciously face fucked Hikari, enjoying the sweetness of the moment until he could hold out no more, pulling Hikari’s mouth further onto his crotch as he came down her throat.
There was no quarter asked for or given, as Taichi grabbed his sitter by the hair and forced her back to her feet. He turned her around and bent her over the desk. One hand slapped her ass, lingering to sink his fingers into her soft flesh, before he grabbed her panties and literally ripped them off, tearing the dainty fabric.
“So this is my sister’s naughty little cunt. Looks like you’ve been putting it to good use.” he teased as he trailed to fingers along her outer lips. “Well, I hope it prepared you for my dick you little slut.”
With that he thrust himself inside, going balls deep from the get go. His actions were rewarded by a moan from his sister. She was still giving him the silent treatment, but her body could not lie, and he could tell she was turned on by how tight her hot pussy was around him.
Taichi reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her back as he thrust in harder. “You like this, bitch? I’m only getting started.” he said pounding her harder with each thrust. Cute as his sister’s ecstatic expression was, holding her like this was preventing how deep he could go, so he threw her back onto the desk and just fucked hard and fast, relishing her tight body.
“Here it comes you cock whore.” he warned as he neared his limit, “Take my cum.” he said as he deposited his load inside her womb. Even after his second orgasm of the day, Taichi wasn’t soft. “Tired yet?” he bragged, grabbing Hikari and pulling her up. He shoved her against the wall next, bent at a right angle so she needed both her hands pressing against the wall to brace herself, then grabbed one leg and bent it over his head, fucking her in a twisted position.
Taichi smirked as he relentlessly pounded his helpless little sister. He could not believe how good the forbidden little cunt felt around his cock. Every slightest moan, every little slip egged him on, making him wish more and more he’d done this earlier. The brunet knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this, but at the same time he’d been ‘trained’ by his two best friends to bend his morals over and fuck them like a cheap whore when it came to sex.
And now, lust pushing further, he couldn’t help but want to get one up on the smirking blond who stole this pretty pussy away from him. All those years ago he should have made it so Takeru and Hikari never dated at all, not just barring their relationship until High school ended. Still if he used his power correctly he just might be able to steal his sister back and even save the world at the same time.
He searched for the perfect opportunity, just before he finished, and delivered a massive blow to Hikari’s cervix, causing the girl’s arm’s to fail as she collapsed in a heap beneath him.
Taichi felt his power wash over him successfully and basked in the knowledge he’d just given his sister a better orgasm than he ever gave anyone before.
“How’s that?” Taichi said confidently, dropping his sister to the floor as his cock finally started to soften.
“Honestly?” she said, uttering her first words since leaving Sora behind. “Below expectations.”
“What?” Taichi said surprised.
“You only made me cum big once, Takeru does that every time he starts.” she reasoned. “And you’re soft already. For someone who abused your own power to be better at sex, that was pretty mediocre.”
She stood up and walked towards her big brother, “But I think we both know why that is.” she said, curling her hand around his soft member.
“We do?” Taichi asked hesitantly.
“Of course Taichi. we both know fucking girls is just your hobby. But your passion is something else isn’t it.” she said, stroking him back to hardness. “There’s a reason you spend all your weekends under Yamato, isn’t there.”
“That’s different.” Taichi defended, “He’s different.”
“Oh I’m sure.” Hikari said, whispering in his ear. “And when you were begging my boyfriend for his big hard dick? Was that different too?”
Taichi didn’t answer her, he just closed his eyes as she worked his cock and challenged him.
“I can make it happen you know.” Hikari said. “You can experience Takeru’s dick. He’s an unbelievable lover, much better than Yamato. He can pound you for hours on end until your mind goes blank and you are nothing but an orgasmic pile of goo. And I can make sure he does that to you every day,”
Hikari pulled away. “But not if Koushiro gets to him first.”
Taichi looked down at his own blue balls. He really ought to know more than to come crawling to the first big dick that was offered. But Hikari had seen right through him, as she always could.
In a better place, a better time, he would have been able to reject. But Yamato and Sora had already corrupted him too much; sex was too high a priority, and his little sister offering him a sex god was the worst combination of his newfound lust and his old life’s love for his sister.
“Alright.” he said with a smile. “Let’s save us a sex fiend.”

So my computer was on the fritz for over a month, and while I do have a work computer I wasn’t exactly going to write porn on it so I had to delay this.
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