will the real anime protagonist please stand up

[protagchan]

[ ah, it's sunny out...

you know, as i get older i realize the days just start to blur together. i can't really tell one day from the next 'cause it's all the same to me. i do the same things over and over again that everything i do has lost meaning to it.

i wake up, i eat breakfast, i go to school, come home from school, sit around and play some games while i do my homework, eat dinner somewhere along the way and i go to sleep.

and then it repeats, just like that, every day. and it's been like this for, what, i dunno -- half of my life? and then this is just going to keep on going for... however long i'm alive for. it's really boring, isn't it? living that kind of life.

which is why, right at this moment, i sigh heavily. before me stands perhaps the greatest obstacle of my day: a hill that i must climb in order to reach the school campus.

ugh, anything but this...

it's true, this route could easily be avoided -- if i wake up early enough, i could take the longer way around, or if i had a bicycle i could just bike my way up the hill, or if i had friends who lived in my neighborhood, they could walk up with me and it wouldn't be so boring.

except it's all too much trouble and i'd rather not waste my time. it's going to be more work to figure out an alternative. best not to prolong the inevitable, either -- i'm going to have to climb this hill for the next two years of my life anyway.

it's way too early for this.

i take my first step -- left foot first -- and just as my foot is about to hit the ground, my right foot just about to push off to take the next step, something odd happens. it takes me by surprise and i stumble, losing my balance after not even one single step and i fall to the ground, my ass meeting the pavement that i would have been treading along had things... gone to plan, i guess.

something rustles from the bushes to my right, and within a moment's notice something i've never seen before comes out from it. a dark puddle or blob or something moves to the left, a little, then to the right. it stops, moves forward and then moves back... and looks right at me.

-- panic settles in --

what the hell is going on right now? why is it looking at me? shit --

why is this happening to me? ]

Comments

[herosfriend]

Of course.

[ She walks over like it's nothing, gets on the bed and sits behind the girl. The girl is against Ayase's front, in between her legs. ]

Hey, darling. What's your name?

[ "...K...Kana...ko..." ]

Kanako-chan. That's cute.

[ Ayase plays with her hair, which falls to the girl's shoulders. Her other arm is wrapped around Kanako's middle, holds her tightly ]

[iwanthamburger]

Aww. Such an obedient little thing, isn't she?

[Aki tosses the blanket off the bed, lowers the girl's pajamas bottoms, followed by her panties. The pants wind up on the floor, but Aki casually keeps hold of the panties.]

These are so cute, Kanako-chan.

Do you mind if I gag her, Ayase? [Kanako blinks. She doesn't know that word, either - poor girl must not have much of a vocabulary.]

[herosfriend]

It would be a problem if her parents woke up, wouldn't it?

[ She grins, and she looks down to see Kanako's face. She's wide-eyed with terror and confusion. She doesn't know what's going on, but at the same time, she does.

Her body is shaking. Ayase's hand strokes her head, pets her soothingly ]

It'll be alright, Kanako-chan. Your onee-chans will take good, good care of them.

[iwanthamburger]

[Aki balls up the panties, and... shoves them in Kanako's mouth. The girl coughs a little, squirms, and eventually learns to breathe through her nose.]

Such a dear. [Aki rewards her with a kiss to her neck, teeth dangerously drawing a line over her pulse. But she doesn't bite. Not yet.

Instead she lowers her head until it's between Kanako's thighs, licks at her inner thigh.]

Do you know what sex is? [... Nod. Slowly, a bit uncertainly.]

Have you ever looked at naughty stuff on the internet? [A hesitant nod.]

Was it on accident? [Another nod.]

Cute. So you didn't touch yourself down here, right? [Nod, nod.]

Aww. I'll show you how. [Aki leans forward - brushes her finger along the girl's tiny pussy. She jumps up suddenly, squirms in Ayase's grip.]

Hold her tighter, Ayase.

[herosfriend]

[ Both of her arms move to wrap around Kanako's middle. Her head rests against the side of hers, her lips biting at her ear. She doesn't bite hard enough to draw blood, but rather they're soft. Gentle.

Aki can supply the rough.

Kanako squirms, but Ayase's strength is ten times her original (which isn't much to begin with) so she stands fairly still. Her legs shake, but at least she can't move too much to disturb Aki. ]

How does she look down there, Aki-chan?

[iwanthamburger]

Absolutely adorable. [Kiss. Kanako squirms some more.]

If you keep shaking like that, I'll guess we'd just have to go find your mommy and daddy. They're adults, so they'd be calmer. [The shaking stops. Cute.]

You really love your mommy and daddy, don't you? [... Nod.]

Hm... Hey, Ayase, I have an idea.

[Aki leans up, goes to whisper in Ayase's ear, quietly enough that the poor girl can't hear.]

We kill the father, then tell the mother to fuck her daughter, or we'll kill them both. That would be fun to watch, wouldn't it?

[While she's whispering, Kanako almost looks like she's calming down.

Aki casually thrusts her finger up into her pussy. Kanako's eyes go wide. It hurts, it hurts a lot, because she's such a tiny thing and - she can't even scream. The gag prevents her.]

[herosfriend]

I wish I could see, but I'll take your word for it...

[ Ayase's arms hold Kanako close and tight, almost painfully so for the little girl, her hands rubbing through her pajama tops. her budding breasts are probably just as adorable as her pussy. ]

That sounds like an excellent plan, Aki-chan. [ She giggles, and while Aki's there by her face, she leans in to kiss her, smiles against her lips. ]

Shall I fetch the mother for you?

[ Kanako's muffled screaming gets through the gag, but it's not loud enough to wake anyone up. Ayase nuzzles her head. ]

It'll be alright, Kanako-chan. We'll be sure to let you watch your mother die first.

[iwanthamburger]

Hmm... sure, you can fetch the mother, but first -

[Aki uses her free hand to fish out her cellphone, flips it around. Click.

She holds the photo up to Ayase. Kanako realizes what just happened and squirms some more, mumbles something under her gag. 'Don't show anyone!' maybe?]

See? Adorable.

Okay, I can hold her for a little bit. Go get the mommy.

[Aki pulls her finger out of Kanako, grabs her by the shoulders and sort of pins her against Ayase.]

There. I can hold her with my weight.

[herosfriend]

Hehe.

[ What a cute picture.

She squirms out from behind Kanako, pats her head and then pats Aki's, smooths out her clothes and smiles. ]

I'll be back soon, Aki-chan, Kanako-chan. Don't have too much fun, okay? We have another playmate to get.

[ Ayase leaves, leaves the door open just the slightest bit. If there's yelling and screaming, she wants Kanako to be able to hear it.

...

In a few minutes, Ayase comes back, blood spattered here and there, mostly around her mouth and her hands, and a woman is being carried over her shoulder. It's the mother. ]

We were right, Aki-chan! She really is as cute as her daughter. I guess it's in the family.

[ The mother is gagged already with the panties Ayase pulled off of her earlier, and her hands are tied up with a tie she found. The tie probably belongs to the father.

She gets thrown onto the bed. Before the mother can fight to get Aki off of her daughter, Ayase holds her down with her own weight. ]

Now then... this is where the fun begins, doesn't it?

[iwanthamburger]

[When Ayase comes back, Aki's sitting behind Kanako instead of on top of her. Her legs are wrapped around her middle - seems she's gotten her strength back by now - and one hands spreading the girl's tiny little pussy with her fingers.

The other's got that gun pointed at her head. The mother stares up with nothing but hatred in her eyes.]

Ah, that's scary. Isn't your mommy scary, Kanako-chan?

[Kanako shakes. Not her head, just. Shakes all over.]

Sorry to ruin your homelife, ma'am. We'll be out of your hair with at least two of you three alive if you just do this.

Fuck your daughter.

[herosfriend]

[ The mother's eyes change from hatred to surprise in a matter of seconds. Like she can't even comprehend those three simple words.

Ayase giggles, clearly entertained by this. ]

I promise, you won't meet the same fate as your husband did!

[ That's a lie. ]

All you need to do is fuck your daughter, and we'll be on our merry way.

[ The mother struggles, but Ayase holds her down. She forces the mother to look at Aki and Kanako. ]

Remember. We could shoot Kanako-chan at any time. We don't want to do that, though. We just want to play with her.

We could shoot you, too.

[ She's still struggling but it dies down, and the mother's eyes are angry with tears at the corner of her eyes. She doesn't want to do this. She doesn't want any of this. Ayase can tell just from looking at her eyes. ]

What do you say? Let's all have fun~!

[iwanthamburger]

You don't even have to do anything special!

[Aki hits Kanako on the back of the head with the gun. Kanako whimpers - it's a light hit, but it's enough to hurt.]

Your mouth's right there, isn't it? Just eat her out. You're so pretty, you must have experimented some when you were a kid, right? I'm sure you were the kind of girl that got love letters from underclassmen.

We aren't even asking you to hurt her. Just do something.

[Kanako stares down at her mother, whimpers yet again. She mumbles something through her gag.]

What's that? 'I wanna live, mommy?' [Aki has no idea what Kanako said. She's just screwing with the mother.]

[herosfriend]

Kanako-chan.

[ Ayase looks at her, smiles. If this were any other situation, Kanako would have probably liked to play with Ayase more, really see her as an onee-chan.

But considering the circumstances, Ayase must look like one of the scariest people.

Her fangs bare just slightly as she smiles ]

You want to live, don't you?

[ She nods, shakily. ]

Convince your mother to eat your pussy out.

[ Ayase looks back to the mother. She's still seething, despite it all. ]

You want your daughter to live, right? She looks so helpless. But look here, she's wet, she's begging for something. Be the good mother she knows you are and do her a favor.

[ ... The mother chokes on a sob. Ayase stares down at her, smiling menacingly.

... On her own accord, the mother's position shifts so that she's in between her daughter's legs, and her mouth...

She's crying as her lips press against Kanako. ]

Oh, this is so exciting! [ Ayase giggles, lovingly looks at Aki ] Isn't this fun, Aki-chan?

[iwanthamburger]

It really is, Ayase.

[Kanako squirms, gasps, and cries right back - it feels odd and strange and terrible and she hates this. For the first time in her life, Kanako hates these people, too.

If they had met even a day before - Aki and Ayase and Kanako - they probably could have all been good friends. Aki would have liked a little sister, too. But as it stands...]

You aren't really giving it your all, are you? Harder.

[quasimediocre]

[Fuck.

I thrust my hips forward again, feel my pusst grind right up against the end of the pillow, that little knot at the corner. Fuck. That's the best part of the pillow.

I hadn't - I really hadn't meant to masturbate, you know? I was gonna look at some fanart and then get some dinner. Not porny fanart. Normal fanart. There'd been porny fanart anyway, and then.

Fuck. I'd wanted to see robots, not tits, but I got tits anyway and they were really hot tits. Does that even make sense? Iunno. It's hard to sound cool in my own monologue when I'm mashing my clit up against a pillow.

I feel myself stiffen a little, feel that pressure building up some more, think it's finally that release I've been hunting down for the past thirty minutes but no, it's just more tension. My body feels like a spring that someone's pushing down on. It'll be amazing when it finally uncoils.

If, it ever uncoils. I thrust my hips desperately against the corner once more, bring my finger up to my lips and bite down on it to hold back the moan I make. My body's hot. I should have taken off some of my clothes, at least my shirt, but I don't want to distract myself for a second. The only thing I even managed to get off in that flurry of motion was my pants - even my damn panties are still on. Soaked through, but still on.

I whine at what feels like the thirtieth thrust in half as many seconds, reach up and start roughing up one of my breasts through my shirt. Squeezing, pinching, whatever. It hurts and doesn't do much for me, my breasts have never done much for me, but I'm fucking desperate here.

I need to come, dammit...]

[protagchan]

Oiiiii...

[ Okay, so maybe I've been going over to that idiot's house a little more often lately, but it isn't really my fault right? She let me borrow a bunch of dvds of the mecha anime she's always trying to get me into and I watched them all.

I watched them all a few times. I'm. I'm not afraid to say that.

They weren't really interesting but what kept me watching them (and rewatching them a few times) was the fact that Kyouko really... cribs off a lot of these series. A lot. It's almost like the main hero was in front of me in real life, saying the things they're always saying.

Her jacket's on my body -- she let me have it after that first time we met, and while I never quite understood why she gave it to me at all, it somehow makes me feel better at night. Sometimes I winded up sleeping with it on because I forgot to take it off, but I'm never fretting over that small bad habit of mine. I like wearing it. It's big on me, but it's comfy.

It smells like Kyouko too.

What also smells like her is her place. Jeez, there could really be some more lights in here.

She's given me a key at some point so I don't bother to knock on the door, and walk in. There's food left out on the counter -- maybe she got distracted cooking dinner? I guess it's kinda pretty late, but it's not that late... Jeez, maybe she lost her appetite or something, who knows. She should at least put away that food first. ]

Kyouko? Idiot? I'm coming in.

[ Her door's closed, but announcing myself should give enough warning for her. When it opens and I step in, I'm not really sure how to say what I saw.

Kyouko's sitting on her bed, over her Azu-nyan pillow and her face is plushed. Her hand's on her boob and she's. She's doing something. She's making noises and oh god, I'm pretty sure those noises are -- ]

... K-Kyouko?

[quasimediocre]

[I'm getting close, I can feel it - I lean forward, thrust down one last time, feel myself - feel myself - there's a lot of - wait what's that noise - I'm not so sure but it's

it's

I flop forward onto the bed, weakly, uhm, squirting down onto the pillow, through my panties, until finally I feel myself relax.

Only I can't relax because I glance back over my shoulder and I definitely heard something and.]

Shi... [I stare up at her for a moment, then another, barely comprehending.

Then I turn back around and bury my face in the bed, grab the two normal pillows and just cover myself with them. They're big and poofy so they make it so Shiro can't see me.]

Just. Just go and pretend you never saw that. C'mon, just go home. [My voice is still shaky, a little lewd, and. Feminine. I never sound that girly normally but my voice is shaky and breathy and a little high-pitched.]

[protagchan]

... Kyouko. Um.

[ I don't really know what to say. I wish I could find something to say that wouldn't make things so awkward but this isn't - this isn't something that you can walk away from not feeling awkward.

... My throat feels a little dry and the hand that holds onto the handles of the bag with the DVDs in them tigthens. I awkwardly tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. I always end up doing that whenever I feel awkward.

Fuck. ]

I. Uh. I came to return the anime you let me borrow.

[ I move over to where Kyouko keeps her anime, set the bag down. ]

... Are you, uh, okay?

[quasimediocre]

[I curl up a little more, hurriedly grab the blankets and bundle myself up in them as I hear her move.

Fuck. I can feel tears all of a sudden. I always run a little overemotional after I come but now Shiro's here and all I can focus on is what she must think of me. I probably look like a pervert or something. She knew that anyway, but.

I can't think straight, I just wipe my tears away and bury myself further in the blankets.]

I'm fine, okay? Thanks for bringing them back. If you wanna borrow anything else, just grab it. [Normally, I talk a lot more whenever Shiro brings stuff back. 'What was your favorite mech?' 'Your favorite scene?' 'Oh, do you want to hear the SRW remixes of the music?'

Shit like that. I want to ask her that stuff, but no way I'm keeping her here any longer. I just. I just want to curl up into a ball and not move for a long while.

... Oh, goddammit, I just sobbed.]

[protagchan]

... You're crying.

[ I've never seen Kyouko cry before.

Never.

So when I hear her sob, see her bundle herself up in the blankets out of the corner of my eyes I immediately look worried. I know I walked in on something really private but...

Is the right choice to leave or to stay?

Come on, dammit, make a choice. ]

Hey, you don't - you don't have to cry. [ I let my heart get the better of me; I should just leave and we can pretend this never happened, but I can't just leave knowing that Kyouko is crying. That would be a shitty thing to do.

I move closer towards the bed, sit right on the edge. I notice a few damp spots -- they're small, but I guess it's just. Uh. When she.

You know. When she did the thing, it kinda got all over...?

God. This is so awkward. ]

Sorry, I should have knocked or something. It was wrong of me not to. Listen, we can... pretend this never happened, if you want. I don't mind. This is kind of really awkward for the both of us.

... Would having your jacket back help? I've got it on me.

[quasimediocre]

It's not that, you idiot.

[I grumble immediately, curl up further. I'm mad that she's here - she's making this even more awkward - but at the same time I want her here. I love her.

That thought occurs to me suddenly, and I reel back from it. Love? Like, sure, but love? That's pretty far.

But I think I kind of do. I care about her a lot, anyway. I really do... I really do...

I sniff, curl up further underneath the blankets.]

I'm trying to be your cool hero. This isn't cool. It's not because it's awkward it's because.

[...]

I kind of wish I was a guy. Not like. Enough to say I am one. But enough to kind of hate dressing girly and stuff.

[I grumble. I don't honestly know how I feel. I don't hate being a girl, exactly, but a lot of things would be a lot simpler if I was a guy.]

So you seeing me being so, y'know, moany and girly and shit.

Iunno. Maybe you think differently of me now.

[protagchan]

You've never been really all that cool to me. You're more like a huge dork trying to act out scenes from the anime you watch but...

[ Man, seeing Kyouko so down is really weird. It's weird because I've never seen this side of her before, so I'm not really sure how to deal with it.

If it were anyone else, would I be this worried...?

Yeah. Of course I would.

I reach out, kind of rest my hand against where I think her head is. If I could, I would kinda ruffle her hair a little ]

But you can be cool sometimes. You're my dorky, tries-to-hard-to-be-cool hero.

Uh, if I'm honest, what I walked in on was really awkward and that's kinda obvious but... You. You didn't sound terrible.

[ What the hell am I saying? ]

[quasimediocre]

[I finally poke my head out from the blankets, leaning up into her touch.

This is stupid. I'm being - I'm being a crybaby. This would be less awkward if I just laughed it off, but dammit, I can't help crying.

And 'tries too hard to be cool?' Jerk. But Shiro still called me a hero, her hero, and suddenly there's this warmth in my chest.

I poke my arm out from the blanket too, or more specifically my hand, pull her down onto the bed with me.

I force a doofy grin. ]

Thanks. But a line like that can mean a lot of things, huh? [I lean forward a little, and. Before I know it, my lips are inches from hers.

I cross that distance, and my lips meet hers, briefly. They ghost over each other and even that small trace of contact feels wonderful.]

Stay here. [Please let her pick up on what I mean.]

[protagchan]

You're crying a lot, jeez -- hey!

[ Ooph.

Suddenly, she's close to me and our bodies are touching. Her arms are around me and we're laying down on Kyouko's bed. Her face is so close, and she's warm, but the blankets make it a lot hotter.

I don't move at all. I could pull away at any moment I wanted, if I really wanted to but the thing is --

I don't want to. Not at all. ]

Hey, it's really hot under here...

[ The meeting of our lips is something that's new to me entirely; never in my life have I fallen in love before (or well, with another person -- I hate to admit that I really fell for the stupid cat we used to have at our house before he kicked the bucket a few years ago) and never in my life have I kissed anyone before. The feeling is new but it isn't unpleasant.

Soft, warm -- that's the feeling I get from that brief second our lips touched. ]

... Yeah. Sure. Let up on the blankets, though -- you could die from heatstroke or something, jeez.

[quasimediocre]

... No, I like it under here. It's like we're in our own little world.

[I grin further. It isn't forced, not at all - Shiro's here. Shiro wants to stay here, with me, and I want to be with her. It's a feeling I haven't gotten in ages - most of my 'friends' find me annoying. Even my best friend thinks I'm a bit of a ponce.

She finds me annoying too, but still. I lean forward again, and hesitantly press my lips to hers, a little more insistently. Her lips are soft. Is that lipstick or not? She didn't seem like the type to wear it, especially just for dropping off anime at my place. Maybe it's sweat. Or something.

I pull away after another second or two, but it felt like forever.]

... Shit. I'm getting turned on again. [I never said I was delicate about this sort of thing.]