Tsuburosashi (Squeaky Version)

 

BAR-1

 

Yep, long time since, but this is another Lemony-fic from BAR-1.

 

Season:  THREE.  Henceforth referred to as “THE ONLY SEASON, DAMMIT”

 

Charas:  Ruki, Juri (Shintoism, Candy)

 

Warning:  This is NOT for kids to be reading, okay?  Not for adults, either.  Not for anyone.  It’s vile and pornographic and if you even so much as finish this sentence, you’ll burn in hell for all eternity.  In other words, if you’re under 18, or the legal age to be reading “Teh Hentai” you should already be gone, okay?

 

Ruki sped through the crowd as fast as she could under the restrictions of her summer kimono.  Her ability to enjoy her stay in Kawasaki was wholly dependent on getting away from her grandmother for a change.  Ducking along the streets with backwards shouts of “I’ll be fine!” and “Don’t worry!” helped the older woman lose step, and soon Ruki was on her own.  The smells or roasting meats & various sweets filled the air as she contemplated the last few months.  It all seemed to take forever in her young mind.

 

She’d grudgingly given Takato a gift of giri-choco (“duty-chocolate”) for St. Valentine’s Day.  Tradition held that girls purchase or make chocolates for the boys and men in their lives, crushes, husbands, employers & coworkers.  Takato barely came under the title of ‘associate’ in her mind.

 

What she hadn’t expected later was for him to return the favor, with interest.  March 14^th marked “White Day”, when it was the boy’s time to reciprocate the gift.  Takato had given her a massive gift box, filed with both store-bought chocolates and a series of homemade sweetbreads.    She was still killing off the last of the creampuffs three weeks later. Even if she refused to care about the other digidestined… knowing that Takato thought so much to give something back had some small part of her thrilled beyond words.

 

Now, April 15^th, her grandmother had decided to take her to Kawasaki, specifically, the Wanayama Shrine.  Home to the annual Kanamara Matsuri.  The Makinos had come to Tokyo from Kawasaki, and her grandmother was eager to not only reestablish some ties with the extended family, but to introduce the headstrong Ruki to some of her own childhood memories.  The grandiose Shinto festival was one such.  Held as the last of the winter thaw and March bluster had gone, the mid-April event was a springtime celebration of fertility.  The centerpiece of which was a legendary statue of an iron penis, located within the festival shrine.

 

Now the massive metal phallus was making its’ rounds, held aloft by teams of priests and revelers as it was carried along a parade route.  Festival goers would touch this, and several other massive mock penises, for luck.  The whole idea seemed ridiculous, as most tradtions did, to Ruki.  Stories of Tanuki with their oversized kintama (Golden Testicles), Kitsune with nine tails (Okay, that one was seeming less and less silly every day now.), and tales of an Iron Dildo being used to defeat a demon possessing a woman’s vagina, giving it teeth, were the stuff of childish fancy.  Well, perhaps not exactly *childish* fancy….

 

Ruki had been thinking more and more about Takato of recent.  Their adventures as Digimon Tamers, battling the Devas, & D-Reapers… but the one thing that occupied her mind most often of recent was his sweet White Day gifts to her.  The Health class chapters about sex seemed more like a discussion on plumbing to her.  She’d once actually written, “Insert Tab-P into Slot-V” into her notebook as a joke.  They’d discussed where babies came from, just not how to go about bringing that moment about.  Takato had even joked that it sounded like they were trying to teach kids to “have a cake, but don’t know to make it.”  Hmm… Make It.  A sudden glance at to women riding a phallic see-saw quickly made her blush.  She was beginning to understand that her feelings towards Takato might mean something more than just laying down cards.

 

“Ruki?”

 

Ruki snapped to attention.  It wasn’t her grandmother’s voice, but it was familiar.  She whipped about to see who had disturbed her.  She felt embarrassed, as if someone had just interrupted her in the middle of something that she shouldn’t have been doing in the first place.  She focused on a familiar single pigtail, and allowed her range of sight to take in the rest of the familiar girl.

 

“Juri, what are you doing here?”

 

“Taking in the festival, duh!”  The girl was grinning, practically squealing with delight at meeting a ‘friend’ in these unfamiliar surroundings.  Ruki was taken aback as Juri snatched up her arm in her hand, and shouted over her shoulder, “I found a friend from back home!  We’re gonna play some carnival games, okay?”  A quick smirk shot across Ruki’s face as she realized that Juri was desperate to ditch her parents, too.  Being surrounded by oversized replica penises was one thing, but being surrounded by a series of oversized replica penises… with your parents?  Unbearable.

 

The two girls raced off in what seemed any direction that could carry them away from an authority figure.  Juri was in an astoundingly giddy mood.  She was dressed in a bright, colorful summer kimono, the same as Ruki.  Ruki noted that no matter how fast she wanted to run, Juri never seemed to hike up the skirt of her kimono to allow her legs to move.  Was she embarrassed about her legs?  It hardly mattered to Ruki, but trying to run while taking toddling little baby steps was beginning to get embarrassing.

 

As the day wore on, the two girls were increasing inseperable.  Ruki had already won about a half dozen cheap goldfish.  She had no real interest in keeping the things as pets, she already had a DigiMon.  But she was in a quandary about them now.  Give them to friends to raise, or give them to Renamon as a snack?

 

She chuckled at the Kitsune mask Juri suddenly slipped over her face.  Ruki was caught off-guard, and now her she caould barely see through her friend.  She didn’t even really see the mask to know what Juri had bought her.  It would have just been too fitting.    Laughing she pulled the mask off her face, keeping it tight on top of her head.  When her eyes met Juri’s however, she saw that Juri was already looking elsewhere as a grin began to spread across her face.

 

A shopkeeper selling penis-shaped candies watched as to girls in yukatas whispered back and forth a few feet away from his stand.  Business was brisk, so he had hardly the time to notice the throngs moving about.  But something about the girls’ demeanor had him suspicious.

 

Ruki could barely contain her laughter as she approached the stand with Juri’s money.  She quietly asked for some of the candies, sold in various flavors, yet all retaining the ‘lucky’ shape of a man’s sexual organs.  The man seemed reticent to take her money, as if he didn’t want to turn his back on her.  Did he know what she was going to do?  As he turned to grab her choice, she murmered “I want the… something-something”.  He turned slightly.  He asked her what she’d said.  Ruki forced herself to say louder, and more clearly, “I want the Big Ones”.  The man raised an eyebrow as he turned once again to grab the candies that she ordered, quickly bagging them.  This was not going to go well, he could tell.

 

Ruki screwed her courage to the sticking post, the man was almost to her, it was now or never.  Her small breasts swelled under her kimono as she forced air into her lungs, then blurted out “I WANT THE BIG ONES!  I LIKE THE BIG ONES IN MY MOUTH!”  Just screaming that at a penis-shaped candy salesman would have been enough, but the fact that they were in the middle of a massive crowd made it all the more embarrassing.  Just as bystanders were focusing on the girl screaming about wanting big candy peckers in her mouth, they were distracted by the almost maniacal laughter of another girl.

 

 

Oaky, admittedly, this is not “The Pr0n”.  But, it did deal with a perceptibvly lewd subject matter, at least to westerners.  The annual Kanamara-sama Matsuri is an actual religious festival, held every April near the city of Kawasaki.

 

One that note, next I promist the “Full Version” where Ruki & Juri’s adventures will continue into the evening.  And hey, even a certain fox-type DigiMon might show up for some *serious* fun! –BAR-1