Takato S.O.S

Takato S.O.S!
Chapter 2

Ohayo! Penumbra and his band of overly sexual tendencies here! Since I neglected to say a few things at the end of Chapter one, I thought that I should clear some things up before they become an issue, so, here we go.

No, Takato’s cock has not in fact been replaced by Lingumon. Lingumon only takes up residence in his reproductive system to feed on sexual energy transmitted by sexual acts and intentions (aside from personal, non-mutual masturbation). The “side effects” Lingumon produces are something like a reverse “digi-modify” technique.
As for Lingumon having “attacks” yes and no, he can trigger certain types of effects and tactics, but being a host-type, they really just modify Takato…This point become very clear in a bit.
Yes, I am in fact a sick, lonely Otaku, but I still like feed-back. It gets stuff done.

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“So, humans take these “mathematics” every day?”

Somehow, Lingumon’s dislike of Math, while essentially being a big, groin residing ball of numbers didn’t make the class any less fun or any more tolerable. Especially since the gaggle of girls across the room had taken to giggling in his direction following yesterday’s “unpleasant-ness”, whenever possible.

“And that class, Is why a scalene triangle cannot be treated by the same mathematical laws as a right triangle, an isosceles however…” She droned on in her moderately perky voice, as even her teaching duties began to wear down so close to the end of the day on what proved to be the first truly god-awful Friday of summer.

This is f’ing torture.

“Try being inside a hormonally stunted teenager when you haven’t had a good bit of sustenance in weeks.”

“But this doesn’t’t exclude many of the formula’s uses for a rough or even approximate guess if one takes into account…” Came the teacher’s voice as she managed to break through the heat induced lull of the class for a brief moment.

I swear to the Kami-Sama, Lingumon.

After venting a few days of built-up frustration last night and taking a nice long bath, he’d managed to empty himself a few more times before calling it a long and well deserved night. That at least had kept off the mounting pressure between his legs down to a tolerable level, and the fragile bulge in his pants behaved enough to only marginally affect his seating.

“Matsuki! What do you think the answer is, or where you dreaming of a certain card game again?” Once again, all eyes shifted slightly towards him, with just a little weight pressing on his chest.

“A right triangle, value 34.”

“Err…A right triangle! With…34 value!” he called out, before even taking stock of the board. He then put on the most easy-going expression he could manage and awaited her response. He hadn’t been paying attention since lunchtime.

The teacher narrowed her eyes and then checked over her shoulder.

“Very good, Takato, seeing as we’re only on the first step of the equation….” She gave a small look of approval and turned to address the class once more.

Thanks, Lingumon

“Nothing else to do in here, I’ve already gone through all your fantasies about the teacher, and I want to leave the ones about Juri and Rika for later…”

What?! The distress must have spread to his face, as he heard another flutter of feminine giggles roll over from the far side of the class.

“Just a little joke Takato, You know I can’t read much of your mind anymore, unless you let your mind wander about what’s under that wonderfully shear skirt she’s wearing today. And the answer is 57 degrees.”

What?

“Matsuki!”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

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Dispersing extra fast on Fridays, the mob around Takato thinned out and vanished long before he’d gotten off the school grounds and made it to the park. However, the rippling heat in the air, along with the stifling humidity made the pair quieter than they normally would be before two days of quenching the fire in Takato’s boxers and starting the whole weekly cycle over again.

“You know, you’d be able to control it much better if you’d just get me some-“

“Save it! I’ve had enough for one week, and I just want to ge-“

“Say what Takato! Wan!”

Oh boy.

“HEHE! Takato is mumbling again!” Juri cheered, as she rubbed her puppet over her offset ponytail and gave him the peace sign, before throwing her arms around him and giving a peal of laughter.

“H-Hi Juri!” he said half-heartedly, while forcing a grin and trying no to let the Anaconda in his shorts take up the offer made by Juri’s chest rubbing his bare arm.

“Hehe, is Takato going bonkers in the heat? Wan!” Her puppet asked her in a stage whisper after she released him and set Mr. Sock to her ear.

“No, silly! Takato is just fine! But it is so hot out here!” She beamed as she hiked her backpack up and brushed a bead of sweat from her forehead.

He tried to forget the flash of chest he caught.

“It definitely is there, Juri, umm, looking for more doughnuts?” he tried to sound lighthearted, without stuttering, or looking like a man attempting to conceal a possible erection the girth of a plumbing component.

She smiled, sincerely, and continued walking, Takato eagerly matched her stride and kept as much eye contact as possible, to divert attention from the brooding disaster below.

“No, I’m just walking around before my parents get back from the market and you looked like you could use some company.” She skipped a few steps and hiked her pack up again, giving his eyes the excuse to zip down for a lightning peek at the curvature under the thinner green dress she had worn to combat the heat of the day, and if his newly-empowered perv-sense was correct, she’d left her bra at home…

“Not bad at all, huh?” Lingumon seemed his typically monotone kind of smug, but he wasn’t helping matters at all.

“Sooo, uhh…Would you like to-“

“Sure, Takato! I even brought my cards!” She held out a neat deck of Digimon cards and grinned, while giving him the slightest of poses. Her ponytail framed her face from his angle and made her look oh-so-susceptible to what were certainly Lingumon based visions of her slowly dropping to her knees right there in the park, while the tension of his jeans melted away…

“Ooh, That’s a good one Takato, maybe if you-”

He cracked his biggest grin and broke into a brisk jog. “Last one there pours the drinks!” He called, as she caught up to him amidst peals of laughter.

“And doesn’t’t have to relieve themselves in public in broad daylight.”

Shut up Lingumon!

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A half hour later, the pair were engaged in a lively game of “keep Juri oblivious of the fist-sized bulge I’m sporting” while Takato attempted keeping his mind on the small collection of Digimon cards being laid out by Juri.

“Patamon digivole too!...uhh” she fiddled with her hand, then broke a self-deprecating smile and scratched the back of her head, “guess its your go, Takato.”

Smiling back and shifting ever so slightly in the direction of the table, he threw out a rookie and ended his turn. “You’ve gotten better.” He posed, with the nervousness in his voice beginning to wear through his already shaky composure.

“You really think so? It’s been a while since I’ve played, since Kazu and Kenta started getting really obnoxious around me again.” She took a big sip from her glass of peach juice and licked the bead of condensation that collected on her lip. “But you’re better than both of them anyway, Takato, so I guess it works out for me you haven’t changed.”

She beamed and finally found a champion for her Patamon. But failed to notice the runoff of water from her glass that had dripped onto her shirt. Takato didn’t.

“So, you followed me home for a game from the digi-master then, hun?” his little joke earned him a giggle, as his heroic pose, which went along with “digi-master” almost ended up sending his glass off the low-rise table they both knelled around.

“Hehe, and your AC, but being around a boy who doesn’t’t act like a ten year old is kinda’ nice too.” She said, then growled playfully as her Angemon was obliterated by Takato’s digital forces.

“Are you two planning on beating around this bush all afternoon, or are you going to make a move?” Ligumon grew impatient and rose from his mental lurking. He had promised to be quiet if it made Takato more “comfortable”. He didn’t’t need to mention “beating” or “bush’ though.

Quiet down, she’s just a friend, I doubt she’s even thought about such things with anyone espec-

It’s difficult to truly interrupt a thought, but when Juri suddenly rose and sifted through her schoolbag, and returned with her gym clothes, Takato couldn’t help but get curious.

“Whu-What are you doing, Juri?”

She grinned and wiped sweat from her brow, then let her fistful of cards drop to the table. “I’ve got nothing, Takato and it’s really hot, so, uh” she fiddled with the back of her shirt here, “mind if I change into my gym clothes?”

“Go-go ahead” He caught his eyes from rolling over the school-issue gym wear she was holding and tried is best not to think of them as hot pants. He largely failed, much to Lingumon’s delight.

“I don’t know some specific’s on human customs, but if a woman asks to change into far skimpier clothing in your bathroom, isn’t that a wonderful indicator of –“

Shut up, Lingumon! He kept himself from screaming as Juri flashed a perky, innocent smile and departed for the restroom.

“The bathrooms in here right, Takato?” she pointed, then at his mild and hurried nod, entered and shut the door.

“So, getting naked in another’s house is…not, a sign of attraction?”

Seriously, Lingumon, I’m not making a pass at her, and even if by some miracle, I could “make a pass” , the “upgrades” you had installed would send her screaming out the front door! He folded his arms and gave a good deep exhale to cement his position.

“ You’d be surprised, Takato, a few plus’ to the anatomy department aren’t’t all the goodies I come with…”

Juri was still changing, as Takato flashed a look in the bathroom’s direction.

Like, what, every full moon I develop a craving for a gaudy costume and pickled plums?

If Lingumon had eyebrows, one would be squarely raised.

“More like, oh….let’s say, “pheremonal” enhancers for a start.”

Wait, pheremones? Like, those things that animals and-

“Humans use them as well, just to a much lesser extent, it’s a simple matter for me to fine tune just the right kind for ooooh, I don’t know, a sixteen-year old Japanese schoolgirl.”

“Takato! Start a new game!” Juri called, as the bathroom door swung open.

Lingumon.

“Yes, Takato?”

Nevermind.

“Hehe, back to the action!” Juri cried as she hopped over from the bathroom in her newly donned pair of ultra-short shorts and remarkably white shirt, considering all the sweat and sweating and….running she did in it. She of course had the same sappy, innocent smile as she always did, regardless of the almost tangible amount of effort Takato had to exert from dwelling on the long milky legs coiled up beside his, or the developing cleavage that lay not three feet from his eyes, and even less then that for his rapidly inflating trouser snake which was fixing to writhe up and cause some serious problems for both of them.

Or, at least that’s what he was expecting. Right?

A now-familiar hum in his temple heralded Lingumon taking a real-time look at Juri’s outfit, before he and his incorporeal self retreated back to the seat of his frustration. “well, isn’t that a…cute little get-up? Huh, Takato?”

Not even bothering to answer, he forced a non-committing smile and dealt a new game “Nice, uh, outfit, Juri.”

She beamed, and was either completely oblivious to his inner strife, or otherwise didn’t catch the increasing amount of sweat issuing from his face.

“You really think so? I look like a kid in it, and its even getting a little to small for me, but my parent’s won’t get me a new one, since this is my last semester of gym.” She illustrated by standing up and showing him the inch of skin that lay between her tight bloomers and her shirt, pulling the little extra fabric it had to offer to highlight that her clothes where of the under-size for her.

That…That’s just not playing fair. His inner monologue belted as Lingumon chuckled.

“I can crank the pheromones a little more if you want, Takato.”

I don’t care about the bloody pheremones! I just want out of this before I need a new pair of pants!

“Whatever you say, Takato.” Aware that Takato was too frazzled to note the sly undertone in his voice.

“Yeah, that’s…that sucks.” He hid behind his cards and gave the shaft barely concealed by his pants as little room as he could afford to coax it into returning to its closer-to-normal size.

“I suppose I can’t really do anything about it then” she sighed and tried to keep up with the rapid play Takato attempted to distract himself with. Of course, realizing it back fired as she tossed and placed cards across the table, making her budding womanhood jiggle as suggestively as it could without a brass pole.

Within five minutes, he had all but won the game, and his frequent drinking had drained the jug of juice dry. “We’re out of drinks” Juri said, as she let her last hand fall to the jumble of cards Takato’s overdriven brain had rendered the final play. “Do you want me to get more?”

Drinks? That’s it!

“No! no! Uh…I’ll get that, you just…um, look through my traders and see if there’s anything you like!” he briskly swept up the picture and turned before rising, still concealing a difficult bulge.

It was perhaps this that caused him to catch on his own feet and fall, with accuracy only your worst nightmare could produce, across the table onto Juri.

“WAAH! TAKATO!” she called as the jug flew over her head and it’s (un)lucky thrower fall into the lap of the one person in the world he wished any amount of space between.

Pushing her over as his flailing arms found purchase on the floor and rescued him from collapsing on the girl, he bunched up and quickly managed to kneel with one leg under another with his crotch at approximate eye-level with the slightly dazed Juri.

“J-JURI!!! Are you alright?! I-I just slipped and um…are you okay?” he rapid-fire apologized as he proceeded to untangle his own limbs, finding that his own weight prevented him from doing so without almost shoving his belt buckle in her face, and by then she’d be three kilometres out the door.

“Smooth one, stud.” Lingumon piped up, somehow in the calmest voice he’d ever uttered, “Now what?, going to douse her in cold water and strip?”

Don’t even start, Lingumon!

“I’m fine, Takato, you almost landed on me…” she trailed off before shaking her head and blushing, “you kinda’ came out of nowhere there, and..uh, are you okay?” she patted her head and retrieved the empty jug. “Me? Uh…yeah! just kinda…uh, sorry about that!”
Takato managed to fold his hands over his crotch in such a way that it didn’t look like he was deliberately concealing something most boys would love to show schoolgirls in gym clothing.

“Is it just me, or was she blushing just now?”

“But, let me get off the table first!” he declared with as much humour as he could, while spinning around and slipping his questionable parts under the safety of the table’s edge.

Juri giggles and regained her composure , then they both shared a chuckle. “I’m really not that thirsty, now that I think about it.” She said as she collected her cards. “But why don’t we make the next game more interesting?”

[Interesting] Takato and Lingumon thought to one another simultaneously.

“Yeah! Like truth or dare, except, uh, we draw cards and who ever has the more powerful one gets to ask the other person!” she remarked, in her perky manner, seemingly unaware of the context her short-shorts suggested in the game she seemingly thought up out of the blue.

“Err…Sure! Sounds like fun, but what about items and, stuff?” He gathered his deck and went through the motions of shuffling, though the act of spilling them across the floor had done a fantastic job.

“They’ll be as powerful as the last digimon you drew, if that’s okay. Are you ready?” she posed and put on a cute look of determination. “R-ready!” he pulled a card and turned over a rookie, to which she trumped with angewomon

“Mine!” She declared, with a peace sign and a grin. “Truth or dare?

“Well, isn’t this a turn of events, huh, Takato?”

He did his best to ignore his mental tenant as she took a breath. “Truth.”

Juri cocked an eyebrow “boxers or briefs?” To which he almost choked on her tongue and drew a blush. “JURI!”

“Answer the question, or I find out for myself!” she menaced, unaware of the peals of laughter Lingumon issued.

Not.Now.Lingumon.

“Just calling them as I see them.”

Well…boxers” he hung his head to her chuckle “Nothing to be ashamed of Takato.”


“Well, we’ll see how much you like it! Hah!” He threw out Metalgreymon to her yellow digivice. Which earned him the cutest look of aggravation he’d ever seen.

“Truth or dare Juri? Huh?” he snirked, copying her eyebrow as she sucked on her lower lip.

“Truth, as if you didn’t’t know.”

“Boxers or briefs?” he posed, as serious as he could to her outburst of laughter.

“Wouldn’t’t you like to know…”she lazily replied, as she leaned back to rest against his bed-post.

“Don’t make me find out for myself.” He chuckled out as she slapped her face and blushed in return.

“Hehe, fine then!” she stood up, turned and for a brief second flashed to waistband of her aqua blue panties.

Takato managed to keep his eyes in his head, and his nose from gushing blood as she say back down and giggled hysterically to herself. “Get that?”

“Now, this is promising, are you suuure she just wants to be friends?”

Just…I don’t know Lingumon.

He didn’t’t even want to think what would happen if he took one of his hands off of smothering his tool, from the way Juri’s panties were bouncing around in his head (Lingumon of course, was helping that along).

“Alright, next round!” Juri announced as she let weregarurumon hit the table. “beat that!”

Takato flopped the green digivice down and smirked, “I think I will, thank you.” He bowed lightly as Juri mocked gritting her teeth.

“I guess I’ll have another truth, then.’ She begrudgingly said as she shuffled her deck a few times more.

“hmmm, well,,uuhhh-“

“Why blue?”

“Yeah! Why blue today Juri?” Takato asked, with a little cheek in his voice.

Juri’s residual blush revived itself as she folded her arms and declared with a puffed chest. “all my white one were in the wash!”

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Several rounds later, little had dampened Juri’s fervour. Takato had been forced to pull his hair into a very Juri-looking pigtail, put his shirt on backwards (she insisted he remove it to do so) and reveal, in order, the girls he had previously “like liked”.

Needless to say, none were comfortable.

The relative scarcity of rookies in his deck meant that, all things considered, he was quite a bit ahead, but both decks were starting become rather shallow, and Lingumon’s overly clever suggestions were increasingly difficult to soften and ask. He’d run out of his own after an unlikely run of most of her items following a particularly weak rookie.

Funny how things like that work out.

“Anytime now, Ta-ka-to!” she said cheerily, despite having her shirt in a knot, three pigtails in her hair and the noticeable stance of being made to sit (with the aid of the bedpost) as close to upside down as she could. “Takato is sloooow! Wan!”

“Gimme a second.” He fished out another Greymon and threw it, it neatly eclipsed a data-Palmon. How fitting.

“Takato got us! Wan!” Mr.Sock lamented, then covered his button eyes.

“Truth, Ta-ka-to.” she beamed, he had thought making hrt say his name like a robot would prevent her from saying it. The opposite seemed to be true.

“Uhh…” he stuttured, a fold in her collar was offering a tantalizing opportunity to peek all the way down to the tip of her cleavage. And his pants knew it.

“Ask if she knows you can see the top of her boobs.”

Not helping Lingumon!

“Seriously, I bet she does, or if not, doesn’t care. Win-Win.”

Whose side are you on?

“Mine, why? Or, if you listened, yours.”

What in the hell does that mean?

“Oooh, if only you knew…might want to ask something though, she’s whispering to mister Sock. Can’t be good.”

Indeed she was, he smiled to cover his sudden silence and waved his hand dismissively. “so, uh, do you….umm-”

“What now pony-tail?”

Screw it.

“Did you know there’s a god four-inch view down your shirt?” and brace for impact.

Of course, she giggled, and flattened it out, “such an honest boy, Ta-ka-to, here’s your reward”, she quickly hooked one of Mr.Sock’s paws under her collar and gave him a straight look to her waist. The scenic way.

“Juri!” he recoiled, inside, a bout of laughter echoed through his frontal lode. “Told you”

He chose not to answer.

“Hehe, what?” innocent as always.

He threw Angemon. She slowly turned hers, peeked at it, grew a devious smile and threw out Angewoman. “Ladie’s night!” she called out, he was cautious about how cheerfully.

Perfect.

“Just going for it then?”

At this point I really don’t care.


“Dare.” he tried not to let his flat affect show through, but there was something devious hiding behind that smirk of hers.

“Hehe! Takato’s in for it!” Mr.Sock was lifted to her ear, and the two began to have a hushed conversation . That couldn’t have been good.

After peeking away from one another, then darting back with a giggle, Juri finally put her free hand to her mouth and stifled a laugh.

But…why was she smirking like that?

“Well, if she was a man, I would tell you to run, so-”

I wasn’t talking to you!

“Okay, Takato,” she placed both her elbows on the table, after righting herself to a crosslegged position, and rested her chin on the back of her hand, “ Mr. Sock wants to up the stakes, now that all the weak cards are gone from our deck.”

Mr.Sock nodded.

I think you two would get along Lingumon.

“Apparently so, Takato”

He tried not to upset his uneasy grin at Lingumon’s calm response. He had meant it as a dig.

“Up them, uh…how?”

“Glad you asked!” she clapped Mr.Sock to her free hand. “Each time one of us loses three rounds, they have to stand up and do a little dance, in the style the other person says, okay?” She winked and innocently reclaimed her spent cards.

“S-sure…Juri.”

Well, I’m screwed, he confessed to himself. Dancing, scratch that, standing, was not something he wanted to do right now, especially since Juri had taken to closely inspecting her discard pile, by means of leaning down and letting her stretched neckline sag down into dangerous territory.

“She’d make a good perv, if she where male, y’know.” Lingumon added. Takato switched his mind into “observe-only mode” and ignored him.

In quick succession he won twice, asked the silliest, most topical truthes he could, lost once, and been made to confess he thought kittens were “adowable” and tied.

So far so good. He knew in the back of his head, even with both decks becoming ever thinner, that he would lose twice somewhere, but just tried to summon enough divine will to magically draw ties until the end of the game.

The Gods, however, apparently thought that was a rather laughable request and dumped what was clearly heavenly retribution on him.

And here’s how it fell.

Agumon to Agumon, tie. Agemon to Ogremon, tie. Aquagemon to poromon, his loss and as laughable as could be

Wargreymon to red digivice.

In four lightning quick turns, he’d lost.

Dammit.

“Well, look at that, but, hey, she might pick the rare and enchanting, Russian sitting dance.”

I’m going to find a way to make you regret that one day, Lingumon. One day.

“Hehe!” Juri erupted as she revelled in the thrill of a come-from-behind victory. “Guess you’re doing a little show for me, huh?” she questioned, she sat back and basked in his humiliated expression.

“Just luck Juri, no need to gloat-”

“Ah! But I want to! Now, what shall we make the mighty Digi-master perform?” she made a big motion of rubbing her chin in contemplation. “Ahh…I know what.”

The look was back.

Why was the evil look back?

“Uhh, so, what should I…do then?” he tried to appear calm and aloof, but it came out simply nervous.

She pointed at him. “First, stand up!” she ordered. And snickered as he groaned and slowly rose, the fold in his pants a hopeful cover with tactical placement of his legs.

Immediately, her eyes didn’t break out there sockets, and he didn’t see her gasp in horror. Step one complete.

“Now…shake those hips a little!” Juri commanded, chuckling to herself.

Dammit.

He tried not to let his embarrassment overwhelm him, but it was tough to keep a straight face in the situation.

After ten seconds of trying to “shake” with as little movement as possible, he stopped and began to return his crotch to the safety of being below the table.

“Not yet, Takato,” she declared, “that was just a warm up, I didn’t even get to the good part!”

Perfect. “Alright…can we get this over with?” he sighed.

“Sure…if you’re sooo eager.” she giggled. But something was just a little off…

“I want you to,” she could barely get the words out from biting her own laughter. “Dance like a stripper.”

[fuck]

She’s kidding
“You’re kidding!”

I’m dead, died and now I’m dead. Hell is terrible.

But all that came out as, “What?”

She seemed absolutely tickled by his reaction. “Y’know, a dancer, don’t you know what a stripper is, Takato?”

“I-I know what one, or it, or…but I can’t-” He stuttered.

“Just try, okay” she coaxed him, amid not a little laughter.

“Fine.”

Screw it, just screw it.

“There we are, my boy, that’s the attitude I like to hear.”

And you too!

But, of course, he tried to get it over with, first he gyrated his hips, hiding the beast that had begun to stir once again, for -some- reason, and used his arms to do an admittedly poor mockery of the woman he’d seen in a dubbed James bond movie one late night at Kenta’s.

Juri was having a riot.

“HAHAHAHAHA! You’re pretty good Takato!” she actually wiped a tear away from her eye. “But aren’t they called strippers for something?” she queried.

“Oh, where did you find her, Takato?”

NOT HELPING!

“But, Juri!” he protested.

“Oh, come on Takato, shy?” she smiled, though he hadn’t realized her eyes had been glued to his abs since he started swaying his mid section.

“Fine then, but not a word of this to anyone!” he undid the knot in his shirt, and made the best effort to make getting rid of a t-shirt “strippery” lest she complain and make him restart.

“Hey, Takato, I didn’t know you were so…lean.” she smirked and he became acutely aware her eyes were running all over his newly chiselled chest.

And then, the gods struck again.

In the form of him tripping on the cushion he had been sitting on and falling into the very compromising position of having both his knees on the table, his spine arched back for balance and the serpent in his shorts two feet from Juri’s face.

Uh oh.

“Table dance!” she cheered, before her eyes happened to run over his shorts. Her laughter tapered off ever so slightly.

“Uh…sorry, I slipped.” he scratched the back of his head and smiled away the incident, the track of “Don’t notice” screaming through his mind.

“It’s….okay, Takato.” He could tell from there that she was trying to keep her eyes off anything below his navel, even as he pulled himself back into a sitting position on his side of the table at blistering speed.

“So, there! Done! Hope you liked it! Lets play!” he called, trying to gloss over the incident as fast as he could.

“Hold on!” she put her hand up. “You still need to answer for the loss before you third one, Takato.” she stated matter of factly. “so don’t think you can weasel out of it!”

“Nice move, by the way, she totally didn’t notice anything down there.” Mental sarcasm was not Lingumon’s best feature.

“So, truth or dare?”

“Are you kidding me? Come on, Juri, give me a break!” he let his head rest, unaided, on the table.

“Nope. Now, which is it?” was that…her being sly?

Screw it all, screw it all again.

“Truth.”

“What was in there?” She asked, almost…cautiously.

[fuck] they once again synchronized.

“Inwherewhaddayameaninthere?” he blurted out, his “cool guy face” completely ineffectual.

“Your pants, Takato, I saw something…weird” Juri’s face was possibly the closest he had seen it come to a truly curious expression.

“Uhhh,” busted “It’s just my uh,” I’m dead now “boxers, bunch up, sometimes, yeah.”

[she ain’t buying that]

Silence had for a whole golden second prevailed when Juri responded. “Let me see.” She leaned slightly towards his side of the table.

“You, you already used your truth or dare Juri!” he replied, as if she would believe her own flavour of crazy.

“Fine, then,” she calmly spoke, and withdrew to lean up against the side of his bed. “You ask me one first”

Dammit.

“Uhh,” Lingumon pulled his disappearing act, but Takato simply knew he was laughing at him. And the fact jury’s expression, was…just different from what he’d ever seen wasn’t helping.

“Okay then….uh, truth or dare?”

“Dare!”

Barely as the words had left his mouth she happily responded.

This isn’t good.

“Maybe not to you.”

Lingumon!

“Um…I think I’m all out Juri.” he chuckled dryly and shrugged.

Juri however just tilted her head slightly and smiled in a distinctly heady fashion. “Are you nervous Takato? About the game?” she asked, calmly. Her eyes aimed right at his.

“Maybe a little?” he tried to be smooth, rational.

“Is it because of the whole stripper thing?” She added, the corners of her mouth rising.

“Well, a little, I mean-”

“I see Takato, and now you’re not sure what to ask me? Huh?” he voice was a bit…breathier.

“May-maybe.” where is she going with this?

“Tell you what…if I, uh,” her blush rose and she looked away for a second, “ make it more even will you be better?”

“Even?”

“I saw you looking earlier, and I got to see you without some of your clothes, sooo”

HOLY CRAP!

“UH…J-Juri you don’t have too!”

“maybe I want too!” she responded, before lifting her shirt and giving him a good flash of what had to be healthy, wonderfully smooth b-cups. Before she covered them up and sat smiling roguishly to him. “better?”

“For the love of the digital gods Takato! Do…Something!!”

And for what felt like the first time, he had a point.

“UH…umm….yeah…better…Juri.”

So gestured to the table edge, “So are you going to…let me see?”

The general thump of his race-engine heart had dulled him to the feeling that his sleeping dragon was now well and fully on its way to waking, and he now knew it.

And for a third time.

Screw it.

He gingerly stood, and then knelt onto the table, so that Juri could “see’ him at proper eye level, and he couldn’t help but look away from jury’s curious expression.

His grey shorts, baggy as they were, now had a thick, cylindrical shape running down a good portion of his leg, and instead of concealing him, were in fact highlighting how much it “volume” his stiffening member took up, or that upon close examination, the shape was lightly throbbing as he struggled to keep a lid on his own run away manhood.

“It’s…big” She commented. Simply, clearly.

He had had several dreams in the recent past that started similar to this.

Oh holy digi-lords save me.

“Um, could you ahh, show me more?”

Beyond all panicking, he simply looked over from staring out his window, “uh…More…like, uh..” he trailed of as she smirked in a subtle, secret way.

“well, I could, trade you, if you want…” she replied. “if that’s okay with you.” her volume came down, and it was like they were speaking of secret digimon in the park again.

“Um…sure,” he became away his cheeks were bright red, and his cock was become quite painfully erect. “so should I just…” He let his hands touch his zipper. “Yeah” she nodded, but keeping here eyes on the pulsing shape.

He unbuttoned and let his zipper fall, exposing his red and white boxers, complete with straining teenage member hiding just below the fabric.

“Wow, I didn’t know guys, were, y’know, like that.” she said, a touch of her cheeryness returning, even as she took his separated fly and pulled ever so gently, until the base of his monster was plain to see beneath his undergarments.

“Well, umm…most aren’t, just like me, I mean , like this”

This as in a horse, but Juri just blushed deeper. “I kinda’ figured that, but umm…when do you, uhh, like once a day or twice? Or?”

She was starting to shift her legs around and her hands were no longer glued to the table. He had to wonder if telling her “constantly it seems” was the best way to go.

“uhh, it…varies, but twice or three times.” he didn’t tell her what happened after though. And her hands were approaching his shorts again.

“Oh, I see,” she said, and then took hold of his waistband. “can I, take these off? “
She looked up at him, transfixed, “If-if you really want to, Juri.” He replied, almost shaking, before his shorts were around his calves and his throbbing erection was just waiting to burst from what little was left to contain it.

“So, has it always been like this, Takato?” she let her hands slid back to the table, and then to her own lap.

No, actually, a digimon gave it to me one day while I was reading.

“Uh, well, It kind of just happened that way.”

“Nice save.” Lingumon chimed in

YOU! Where the hell have-

“busy, now, why don’t you ask about that shirt of hers?”

But! I just can’t-

“you’re in your underwear, shirtless, two feet from a girl staring at you -admittedly- impressive erection, after she offered to “trade” you.”

Well…damn,

“There’s a boy.”

“Oh, I see, so, now that you showed me…” Juri replied, a certain kind of playfulness dancing in her eyes.

“Yeah…umm, not that you need to or…anything, but, since…” she silenced him with a giggle.

“I see, repayment time, huh?” she motioned for him to sit and climbed to her knees. “Since you were so nice…” she reached for her hemline with both hands, and pulled her shirt right over her head, then gave him a big, unashamed smile, as she sat topless in front of him.

“Well, how’s the view?” she asked, after he realized he’d been gawking, silent for three whole seconds.

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Well, theres chapter 2.

Trust me, the "good stuff" is immenient in chapter 3, but i wanted to get some new material out so, *there*

You'll also be introduced to Lingumon's "special" brand of attacks sometimes in the next chapter.

Trust me, its worth the wait, which, might I add, shortens as more people show me some form of interest.