Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Shuffle ❯ Trouble of Curiousity ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Lord Archive 
Koushiro and Miyako end up in trouble because of a little experimentation on their parts.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Hentai / Sci-fi / Romance / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.27.2002 | Pages: 6 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Koushiro and Miyako end up in trouble because of a little experimentation on their parts.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Hentai / Sci-fi / Romance / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.27.2002 | Pages: 6 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
The Shuffle
Chapter Five - Trouble of Curiosity
Digimon belongs to Toei Animation, Akiyoshi Hongo, Bandai, Saban, Fox Kids, and so on. They are used without permission or the intent of profit.
Reminder, I will be referring to the characters per the body they are in. For example, if Mimi in Ken's body thinks about Daisuke in Mimi's body, then Mimi thoughts will regard that body in the masculine possessiveness, that Tachikawa's body is HIS real body since Mimi is currently male and will be referred to as such. When Hikari, in Jyou's body, is talking she will be referred to as Jyou. The only exception is dialogue where the characters are the ones to refer to each other.
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Excerpt from Takaishi Takeru's The Shuffle:
Jyou and Hikari's early difficulties with having their bodies switched by Piemon were certainly troublesome. It is still hard to imagine that Hikari would do such a thing, to masturbate in Jyou's body. If anyone abstained from doing that, everyone would've said it would be Hikari. However, she was the first.
While Jyou's problems with his mother persisted, they weren't as bad as the first couple days had been. The trouble basically amounted to a bad case of 'teenage fight for independence.'
However, as Jyou's and Hikari's difficulties with their switch began to fade, Miyako and Koushiro's problems were beginning to heat up, in more ways than one.
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Koushiro sat in Miyako's bed. He had been a guy for two whole days now. It had taken him a while to get used to this body. Even something simple like going the bathroom had become a whole new adventure. The sensations he felt were certainly different. Being able to see without glasses was certainly a plus even if it felt weird not having to wear them.
Now he was going to try something else. Something he could never experience as Miyako. What it felt like to orgasm as a guy. He opened the desk drawer and pulled out a small package he had hidden in the back of the drawer: a condom. He wanted to use it to avoid making a mess when he orgasmed. The reason why he had one was that while he wanted to wait until marriage for sex, there had been a couple times that he had almost caved in and wanted protection around just in case.
Koushiro stared dumbly at the package in his hand. He had never used one of these before, and had a strong feeling that neither had the real Koushiro. He could already feel his dick hardening in anticipation. He nervously unbuttoned his pants and pulled off all clothes from the waist down.
Koushiro massaged his hardening manhood, wanting it fully erect. It wasn't long at all before his dick was ready. He tore open the non-lubricated condom. He rolled the rubber over himself and began to stroke himself. However, there was too much friction and his hand wasn't quite doing the job.
Koushiro grabbed a cotton blanket and wrapped that around his cock. The he gripped the blanket so it would rub against his member. This worked a lot better. Soon he was feeling pleasure course through his body. He let his hands do all the work, as it took too much work to get his hips to move right.
Koushiro began to grunt as he tried to hold on. It felt almost like he had to hold off trying to go the bathroom, but different, very different. He wanted to hold on to this, to delay the pleasure as much as he could as he was sure that would make it even more intense. The bed began to creek as his hands crashed down to his hips as he raped the blanket.
Koushiro seized up, wanting to hold on but couldn't. His body relaxed as his penis erupted into the condom, filling it with cum. He could only lay there for several minutes, fighting the urge to fall asleep. He didn't want anyone to find him like this. Finally he regained enough strength to sit up and toss aside the blanket.
Koushiro carefully pulled off the condom to avoid spilling the semen. He looked at the amount collected into the rubber. "That's it? Those doujinshi makes it look like it would be several liters at least." He shrugged and placed the used condom at the bottom of the trash can.
Koushiro sighed as he got dress again. While it felt more intense as girl, there was something different about being a guy. Right now he felt satisfied. He didn't need anything more. However, when he was a girl, he had always felt something was missing, like something or someone should be in her while she orgasmed. It was hard to say which is better: less intense but satisfied or more pleasure but still longing for more. He was pretty sure though, if a girl is truly making love, she had it the best.
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Miyako sighed with contentment as the hot water poured over her body. She wondered why taking a shower felt better as a girl than it ever had when she was Koushiro. Maybe it was the feeling of the water flowing down her long hair. Or it could be how the water splashed against her sensitive breasts. Whatever the reason, all she knew was that it felt good.
A few nights ago she had talked to the real Miyako, who was in her real body, over the internet. They gave each other permission to 'play' with 'themselves.' She suspected that the only reason the real Miyako asked for permission was to assuage any guilt that might arise from masturbating while in Koushiro's body. She knew that her own curiosity wouldn't let her pass up this chance, and knew the real Miyako wouldn't either. It was only nervousness that had prevented her from doing this sooner.
Miyako brought her hands up to breasts and cupped them carefully. Slowly she began to massage them, savoring the sensations they generated, learning where she felt the most reaction, and finding out what did absolutely nothing. Once she was turned back into a guy, she would make any girl she was with very happy.
Miyako began to heat up, and not from the shower's water. Her mind began to play this as if she was Koushiro and was trying to bring Miyako to orgasm. She let her right hand drop and rubbed her pubic hair. She continued her hand's trek to between her legs. She started to probe her outer pussy lips, thoroughly enjoying the sensation that generated. But she wanted more. To feel more.
Miyako slid two of her fingers into her slit. She shivered at the feeling, the pleasure. She fell to her knees, failing to support herself. She let out a moan as one finger brushed across her clit. The pleasure that flared was unimaginable. She quickly abandoned her virgin opening in favor of the nub of pleasure. She feverishly rubbed it, wanting her heavenly torture to end.
Miyako could hardly breath as her moans took away her breath. Her hips bucked against her hand, wanting not just her clitoris pleasured, but something to be placed deep inside her. She continued to focus on her task. The strain on her aching hand increased as she continued to rub herself to relieve herself of the tension that strung her body tight like a bow string, which suddenly snapped as her finger slipped over her clit and partially inserted themselves into her vagina.
Miyako let out a squeal of passion as she collapsed to the floor of the shower. Her body shaking as pleasure reverberated throughout her being.
The shower door slammed open as Mrs. Izumi stared down at her son-turned-daughter. Miyako's finger's were still implanted into her body. Mrs. Izumi looked flustered. "KOUSHIRO?!"
Miyako looked up in shock. "MOM?!"
"I expected better from you!" Mrs. Izumi grabbed Miyako roughly and forced her to stand. "What would Miyako think if she found out you abused her body?"
Miyako pulled away. "Mom, geez. We already gave each other permission to do that."
"You what?" Mrs. Izumi questioned in shock.
"You know how curious we both are. We just wanted to know what it was like the other way around, and gave permission to do so," Miyako explained.
Mrs. Izumi blinked. "You mean she's... done things with you?"
Miyako guessed that the real Miyako would've masturbated by now, and answered, "Well, yeah."
"I see." Mrs. Izumi glared angrily. "I'll have to talk to her parents about this."
Miyako gulped wondering what kind of trouble she had just gotten into.
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Miyako stood next to her mother as they waited at the front door of the Inoue home. She had never seen her mother so upset, particularly at her. She hadn't gotten in trouble for lying, trying to keep major secrets, or even when she over-clocked one of her computers and nearly set fire to her room when the processor overheated and burst into flames. Why would masturbating be any different?
Miyako gulped upon seeing Mrs. Inoue open the door, looking very stern. She knew her to be rather nice and hard to anger, but she looked rather pissed off at the moment.
"Hello," Mrs. Inoue greeted dryly. "Koushiro, join Miyako in the living room. Mrs. Izumi, please follow me."
Mrs. Izumi bowed slightly before entering.
Miyako went into the living room and fidgeted a bit more seeing the real Miyako giving her a questioning look from where he sat on the couch.
"Um, hi." Miyako reluctantly sat next to Koushiro.
"Do you know what's up?" Koushiro questioned. "Mom's been pissed almost all morning and hasn't told me anything."
Miyako nervously nodded. "Mom caught me... playing."
Koushiro frowned. "So why am I in trouble?"
"Well, I mentioned that we gave each other permission," Miyako replied.
"What the big deal? So we experimented. I don't see why they're upset." Koushiro shook his head.
Miyako shrugged. "I don't know either."
After a moment of awkward silence, Mrs. Inoue and Mrs. Izumi entered and sat across from the teens.
"When were going to tell us about your relationship?" Mrs. Inoue began.
"Our relationship?" Miyako and Koushiro chorused.
"Yes," Mrs. Inoue returned shortly.
"Well... we don't really have a relationship," Koushiro answered.
Miyako nodded. "Exactly."
Both mothers scowled at that answer.
"Care to explain why you've done things with each other?" Mrs. Izumi questioned coldly.
"We were curious," Miyako replied simply.
Koushiro nodded.
"You do STUFF because you're 'curious?'" Mrs. Izumi pressed.
Miyako shrugged. "Of course."
"What's the problem with experimenting?" Koushiro added.
"Right. I see we have no choice," Mrs. Izumi said, sounding defeated. "They'll have to get married."
"WHAT?!" Miyako and Koushiro chorused.
Mrs. Inoue nodded. "We have to keep this within the family."
"Exactly," Mrs. Izumi agreed as she stood up.
"We'll have to work out the details," Mrs. Inoue added before leading Mrs. Izumi out of the room.
Miyako and Koushiro looked at each other in complete shock. "What the hell?" they questioned as one.
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Koushiro barged into Iori's room and with a cry of, "My mother is insane!" fell on top of the bed.
Takeru looked up as he sat in Zen position on the floor. "What's wrong?"
"I'm getting married to Koushiro, that's what's wrong!" Koushiro complained.
Takeru sweat-dropped. "Aren't you a little young to be getting married?"
"Tell that to my mother!" Koushiro snapped.
"You don't want to marry him?" Takeru questioned calmly.
"No, I don't! But I'm not being given a choice," Koushiro growled.
Takeru shrugged. "So, when's the wedding?"
Koushiro threw a pillow at him. "That's not funny!"
"Wasn't meant to be," Takeru replied, not overly phased by the 'attack.'
Koushiro huffed. "Iori, I'm looking for a little help here."
"How can I help? I don't know anything about marriage beyond that if your parents arrange it, you're shit out of luck," Takeru answered flatly.
Koushiro nearly fell off the bed. "You swore."
Takeru blinked. "Guess I did." He sagged. "Parts of Takeru must be beginning to surface."
Koushiro could only nod at Takeru's assessment. While the real Takeru didn't swear often, there were times he did. However, Iori wasn't one to swear, as it upset his mother.
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CWTGSGITU has logged in.
CWTGSGITU: Only one person here?
Luftwaffe: It's a slow day.
CWTGSGITU: Well, no news is good news. But what about Odaiba?
Luftwaffe: You know how tight lipped they can be with their own information.
CWTGSGITU: You just have to know how to get things from them.
CWTGSGITU: Anyway, nothing to report from Edmonton. How about you?
Luftwaffe: The skies over Germany are Piemon free.
Lord_of_Knowledge has descended amongst you mortals.
Lord_of_Knowledge: I'm screwed.
CWTGSGITU: Guess you met a nice guy then, Ms. Koushiro. ^^
Lord_of_Knowledge: Joke's on me, Carter. I may be Mrs. Koushiro before long.
CWTGSGITU: What?!
Luftwaffe: Care to explain this one?
Lord_of_Knowledge: My mother is enforcing an arranged marriage to Miyako.
CWTGSGITU: Arrange marriage? They still do that in Japan?
Luftwaffe: Why not? They still do it in Germany. Though not very often.
Lord_of_Knowledge: And probably not as legally binding. My parents can have me married without my permission.
CWTGSGITU: That sucks.
Luftwaffe: Any reason why?
Lord_of_Knowledge: Nothing I'd care to go into.
CWTGSGITU: Probably wants to make sure her grandchildren are hers. After all, if you get knocked up, the baby won't biologically be 'Koushiro's' unless he's the father.
Lord_of_Knowledge: Two problems with that one. First, I'm adopted. Second, there's no way I'll be a mother of a kid, even if I'm permanently a girl.
Luftwaffe: You might not get the choice.
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Taichi looked up from the store counter when the door chimed. "Hello, Miyako," he greeted.
"Hi, Sora," Koushiro moped.
"Something wrong?" Taichi questioned.
"I'm getting married," Koushiro mumbled.
Taichi cleaned out his ear. "My ears must be dirty. Care to repeat that?"
"I'm getting married," Koushiro repeated sadly.
Taichi blinked. "To who?"
"Koushiro," was the simple reply.
"Why?" Taichi questioned, confused.
"I don't know!" Koushiro almost yelled.
"There has to be some reason," Taichi surmised.
"Well, our mothers got really upset after Mrs. Izumi caught Koushiro 'playing' in my body, and admitted he gave me permission to 'play' with his," Koushiro explained.
Taichi sweat-dropped. "I can see why they'd be upset, but why would they force you two to get married?"
Koushiro paced in the empty flower shop. "That's what I've been trying to figure out. They sat us down together and asked us questions about our 'relationship,' which we don't really have one beyond friendship."
Taichi folded his arms. "How did you describe it?"
"That we didn't really have a relationship, of course." Koushiro huffed. "They didn't like that answer, or that we let each other experiment."
Taichi stared at Koushiro like he said the stupidest thing imaginable. "You didn't phrase it like that, did you? That you 'experimented?'"
Koushiro blinked. "Yes. Why?"
Taichi massaged his forehead. "When you said you experimented, they probably thought you EXPERIMENTED. As in had sex."
"WHAT?!" Koushiro shrieked.
"They don't think either of you are virgins," Taichi stated flatly.
"But we told them we only masturbated!" Koushiro protested.
"Did you?" Taichi returned.
"Y..." Koushiro paused before his eyes widened. "Aw, SHIT! I've got to fix this!" Without another word, Koushiro bolted out the door.
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"Mom!" Koushiro called out once he reached the Inoue home, panting heavily from running all the way here.
"What is it? I'm busy reading how to correct your mistake," Mrs. Inoue said harshly.
"Mom, _I'm_ not the one making a mistake. Koushiro and I haven't done anything WITH each other. Just masturbated IN each other," Koushiro explained breathlessly.
"Is that what you're going to call 'experimenting?'" Mrs. Inoue intoned.
"MOTHER! I've never had sex!" Koushiro stated.
"I hope you haven't in that body," Mrs. Inoue retorted.
Koushiro growled in anger. "Listen to me! I'm a virgin. All I've ever done sexually as a guy or girl was when I was ALONE! I've never had a dick in my pussy, or put Koushiro's dick in a person."
Mrs. Inoue glared at her daughter-turned-son. "Do you think I'm a fool? That I'm stupid? That USED condom in your trashcan didn't fill itself. And you don't fill one while masturbating. So how did it get there?"
Koushiro just stared. "But I did fill it by masturbating. I didn't want to make a mess."
"Since when did you care about not making a mess?" Mrs. Inoue replied angrily. "If you cared, your bedroom wouldn't be a natural disaster."
"B-b-b-but MOM!" Koushiro whined.
"Go to your room and clean it. I don't want to listen to lame lies," Mrs. Inoue ordered.
"I'm not lying!" Koushiro yelled back but sagged under his mother's gaze and reluctantly went to his room.
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Miyako panted heavily, her pants and panties wrapped around her ankles, her hips bouncing off the bed, and her own fingers planted deep inside herself. If she was going to be punished for this, she might as well sink herself deep within the crime. Besides, it felt great and she was the only one home.
Miyako jerked when the doorbell rang. She hurriedly stopped what she was doing to herself and pulled up her clothes. She then rushed over to the door and answered it. "Oh, it's you, Miyako."
Koushiro huffed. "Nice greeting for your fiance, Koushiro."
"Please don't remind me." Miyako moved away from the door without any context of giving Koushiro permission to enter.
Koushiro entered anyway. "Even if it's to tell you why our parents are forcing us to get married?"
"Probably to make sure my kids ARE my kids," Miyako intoned as she walked into her bedroom.
Koushiro gave a short laugh, following her. "Not even close. They don't think we're virgins."
"Huh?" Miyako blinked. "Why would they think that? I only told Mom with gave permission to play with each other."
Koushiro crossed his arms. "Yeah, and they took 'play' and 'experiment' to mean sex."
"But we didn't do that!" Miyako protested.
"Try explaining that to them, especially after Mom found a used condom in my trash," Koushiro said bitterly.
"USED CONDOM?!" Miyako shrieked. "WHO?!"
"What?" Koushiro snapped. "I used it to masturbate so I wouldn't make a mess."
Miyako crossed her arms. "Oh, really? You aren't one to care about messes."
"Normally no," Koushiro admitted. "However, cum is a bit too messy and I didn't want to stain anything."
Miyako shook her head. "That better be the truth."
"Why would I lie about that?" Koushiro replied harshly. "We're in deep enough trouble from our parents misconception of us."
"I'll just have to explain to my mother the truth," Miyako said after a moment.
"I doubt she'll listen any better than mine did," Koushiro retorted.
"Maybe not. Dad is against us getting married. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with 'experimenting,'" Miyako explained.
"Do you want my father's opinion?" Koushiro asked.
"Sure," Miyako replied.
Miyako gave a hollow smirk. "I'll quote him, 'If that boy wasn't in Miyako's body, I'd beat the shit out of him. They'd damn well better get married even if they switch back.'"
"Ugh," Miyako intoned before falling onto her bed. "I don't like the sound of that."
"Neither do I." Koushiro huffed.
A moment passed as nothing was said.
"Koushiro, do you find me attractive?" Koushiro questioned.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Miyako asked.
"Since we have to get married, I want to know how you feel about me," Koushiro pressed.
"I don't know how to answer that," Miyako replied after pausing in thought. "I still see you as a girl that's a great friend."
"Just a friend." Koushiro pouted.
Miyako fidgeted. "Well, currently. I mean, I like you, but I'm not in love with you." She scratched the back of her head. "I could see falling in love with you, given time."
Koushiro smiled sweetly. "I think I feel the same way."
The momentary silence that passed seemed rather awkward to them.
"Um." Miyako gulped. "I was thinking... do you want to be guilty of our 'crime?'"
Koushiro blinked. "What do you mean?"
"You know, actually DO it," Miyako replied nervously.
"You mean NOW?" Koushiro questioned in surprise.
Miyako nodded. "It'd help us know if we can really go through with us getting married if we don't get cured of this.... Besides, if we do switch back, I'm curious to know if sex as a girl is better." Not to mention she was still horny from playing with herself before Koushiro showed up.
Koushiro had to admit, Miyako did have a point. He sweated a little as he said, "Never thought I'd be taking my own virginity like this."
Miyako shook as Koushiro leaned down and began to kiss her. It wasn't a very good kiss owing to the the fact neither of them had ever really kissed before and they were in the wrong body. Koushiro tried to peck Miyako's lips while she tried to swallow his. However, as poorly as they kissed, they didn't stop. Rather, Koushiro opened his mouth and they began to French kiss.
The world seemed to fade away as their kissing improved, enjoying the sensations of their bodies pressed against each other.
Koushiro raised his hand to fondle the girl's breast, knowing that would arouse her. After all, it was her real body she was getting excited for sex. That he would place his cock into and have sex with.
Miyako's right hand slipped between them and began to rub Koushiro's manhood through his clothes. She knew perfectly well how big it was, yet it somehow seemed bigger. She wondered how much it would hurt having that enter her body, especial considering her body still had a hymen.
Koushiro and Miyako broke off their kiss at the same time and looked at each other. They then jumped away from each other as if realizing for the first time what exactly they were going to do.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Miyako panted unsteadily. She could feel her body's attraction to Koushiro, but she didn't want to be with him as that was her real body. It'd be too narcissistic to make love like that. She was pretty sure that she wouldn't want to remember having a dick inside herself once she returned to being Koushiro.
"Not the best way to put it, but I think I understand," Koushiro replied. He too was very aroused, but he didn't want to take his body's virginity. He wanted to lose it while in his real body. Curiosity was one thing, but that would be going too far.
"Do you think we could have a relationship if this is permanent?" Koushiro asked.
"Possibly," Miyako replied. "I find you attractive enough, even like this.... but it's just that being with, well, ME that I'm having a problem with. I feel like I'm about to do the ultimate masturbation, not make love."
Koushiro nodded. "It's probably better we don't do anything that intense while switched. It'd be weird when we switch back and can remember losing and taking our own virginity."
"Yeah." Miyako nodded.
Koushiro shifted uneasily. "I probably should be leaving now."
"I guess. I'll see you soon." Miyako saw him out of the apartment and said, "Good-bye." She then locked the door and went back into her room and locked that as well. She immediately pulled off her pants and panties, discarding them on the floor.
Miyako wasted no time as she laid down on her bed and spread her legs wide. The image of her real body, naked and about to fuck her, flashed across her mind and twisted her stomach. She didn't like the idea of any guy doing such things with her at the moment, particularly himself. Instead, she imagined that it was Miyako above her.
'I'll help you get used to being a girl,' dream-Miyako said before pulling apart Miyako's pussy lips, tenderly rubbing them and probing into her gently.
Miyako closed her eyes. She didn't want gentle, she wanted release. She abandoned imagining anyone making love to her and just played. Her fingers found her bulb of pleasure and began to stroke it recklessly. Her hips began to thrust into her hand, instinctively trying to fan the flames of her burning sensations.
Miyako let out a cry of pleasure when release finally crashed over her, leaving her panting tiredly on her bed. She stared at her ceiling trying to think.
Five years ago, today, she was a young boy dealing with returning to a normal life after going on an adventure that lasted over a year and a half and saved two worlds. Now she was a girl, engaged to be married to her real body, and would soon be facing one of the strongest enemies she had during that first adventure. Truthfully, Piemon didn't scare her as much as the prospect of getting married, to a guy no less. What had she done to deserve a life like this?
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Next:
Chapter 6 - Wanna be a Rock Star
Yamato needs lessons to become a rock star from Iori, while Ken is having trouble with nightmares.
Thanks to Jeremy Mullin for the grammar help.
Arranged Marriages:
Unlike the bulk of anime, manga and the fanfiction based off them seem to indicate, arranged marriages are not a common occurrence in Japan.
There are basically three types of arranged marriages:
1) Old family agreements, particularly between nobility, rich families, and/or martial arts families.
2) Parents believe their child is gay and forces them to get married to 'cure' them or some other such nonsense. This is particularly true for lesbians. Though while many engagements of this type are made, few ever result in a wedding.
3) The girl is pregnant and needs to be married.
Koushiro and Miyako's type of engagement is rather rare today, to preserve family honor. However, to a modern Japanese, there is no loss of honor for being sexually active. They'd only be forced to get married if Miyako was pregnant.
So why have their parents over-react? For the sake of comedy and plot. If I was being more serious with the plot of The Shuffle, I wouldn't have the forced engagement.
Chapter Five - Trouble of Curiosity
Digimon belongs to Toei Animation, Akiyoshi Hongo, Bandai, Saban, Fox Kids, and so on. They are used without permission or the intent of profit.
Reminder, I will be referring to the characters per the body they are in. For example, if Mimi in Ken's body thinks about Daisuke in Mimi's body, then Mimi thoughts will regard that body in the masculine possessiveness, that Tachikawa's body is HIS real body since Mimi is currently male and will be referred to as such. When Hikari, in Jyou's body, is talking she will be referred to as Jyou. The only exception is dialogue where the characters are the ones to refer to each other.
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Excerpt from Takaishi Takeru's The Shuffle:
Jyou and Hikari's early difficulties with having their bodies switched by Piemon were certainly troublesome. It is still hard to imagine that Hikari would do such a thing, to masturbate in Jyou's body. If anyone abstained from doing that, everyone would've said it would be Hikari. However, she was the first.
While Jyou's problems with his mother persisted, they weren't as bad as the first couple days had been. The trouble basically amounted to a bad case of 'teenage fight for independence.'
However, as Jyou's and Hikari's difficulties with their switch began to fade, Miyako and Koushiro's problems were beginning to heat up, in more ways than one.
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Koushiro sat in Miyako's bed. He had been a guy for two whole days now. It had taken him a while to get used to this body. Even something simple like going the bathroom had become a whole new adventure. The sensations he felt were certainly different. Being able to see without glasses was certainly a plus even if it felt weird not having to wear them.
Now he was going to try something else. Something he could never experience as Miyako. What it felt like to orgasm as a guy. He opened the desk drawer and pulled out a small package he had hidden in the back of the drawer: a condom. He wanted to use it to avoid making a mess when he orgasmed. The reason why he had one was that while he wanted to wait until marriage for sex, there had been a couple times that he had almost caved in and wanted protection around just in case.
Koushiro stared dumbly at the package in his hand. He had never used one of these before, and had a strong feeling that neither had the real Koushiro. He could already feel his dick hardening in anticipation. He nervously unbuttoned his pants and pulled off all clothes from the waist down.
Koushiro massaged his hardening manhood, wanting it fully erect. It wasn't long at all before his dick was ready. He tore open the non-lubricated condom. He rolled the rubber over himself and began to stroke himself. However, there was too much friction and his hand wasn't quite doing the job.
Koushiro grabbed a cotton blanket and wrapped that around his cock. The he gripped the blanket so it would rub against his member. This worked a lot better. Soon he was feeling pleasure course through his body. He let his hands do all the work, as it took too much work to get his hips to move right.
Koushiro began to grunt as he tried to hold on. It felt almost like he had to hold off trying to go the bathroom, but different, very different. He wanted to hold on to this, to delay the pleasure as much as he could as he was sure that would make it even more intense. The bed began to creek as his hands crashed down to his hips as he raped the blanket.
Koushiro seized up, wanting to hold on but couldn't. His body relaxed as his penis erupted into the condom, filling it with cum. He could only lay there for several minutes, fighting the urge to fall asleep. He didn't want anyone to find him like this. Finally he regained enough strength to sit up and toss aside the blanket.
Koushiro carefully pulled off the condom to avoid spilling the semen. He looked at the amount collected into the rubber. "That's it? Those doujinshi makes it look like it would be several liters at least." He shrugged and placed the used condom at the bottom of the trash can.
Koushiro sighed as he got dress again. While it felt more intense as girl, there was something different about being a guy. Right now he felt satisfied. He didn't need anything more. However, when he was a girl, he had always felt something was missing, like something or someone should be in her while she orgasmed. It was hard to say which is better: less intense but satisfied or more pleasure but still longing for more. He was pretty sure though, if a girl is truly making love, she had it the best.
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Miyako sighed with contentment as the hot water poured over her body. She wondered why taking a shower felt better as a girl than it ever had when she was Koushiro. Maybe it was the feeling of the water flowing down her long hair. Or it could be how the water splashed against her sensitive breasts. Whatever the reason, all she knew was that it felt good.
A few nights ago she had talked to the real Miyako, who was in her real body, over the internet. They gave each other permission to 'play' with 'themselves.' She suspected that the only reason the real Miyako asked for permission was to assuage any guilt that might arise from masturbating while in Koushiro's body. She knew that her own curiosity wouldn't let her pass up this chance, and knew the real Miyako wouldn't either. It was only nervousness that had prevented her from doing this sooner.
Miyako brought her hands up to breasts and cupped them carefully. Slowly she began to massage them, savoring the sensations they generated, learning where she felt the most reaction, and finding out what did absolutely nothing. Once she was turned back into a guy, she would make any girl she was with very happy.
Miyako began to heat up, and not from the shower's water. Her mind began to play this as if she was Koushiro and was trying to bring Miyako to orgasm. She let her right hand drop and rubbed her pubic hair. She continued her hand's trek to between her legs. She started to probe her outer pussy lips, thoroughly enjoying the sensation that generated. But she wanted more. To feel more.
Miyako slid two of her fingers into her slit. She shivered at the feeling, the pleasure. She fell to her knees, failing to support herself. She let out a moan as one finger brushed across her clit. The pleasure that flared was unimaginable. She quickly abandoned her virgin opening in favor of the nub of pleasure. She feverishly rubbed it, wanting her heavenly torture to end.
Miyako could hardly breath as her moans took away her breath. Her hips bucked against her hand, wanting not just her clitoris pleasured, but something to be placed deep inside her. She continued to focus on her task. The strain on her aching hand increased as she continued to rub herself to relieve herself of the tension that strung her body tight like a bow string, which suddenly snapped as her finger slipped over her clit and partially inserted themselves into her vagina.
Miyako let out a squeal of passion as she collapsed to the floor of the shower. Her body shaking as pleasure reverberated throughout her being.
The shower door slammed open as Mrs. Izumi stared down at her son-turned-daughter. Miyako's finger's were still implanted into her body. Mrs. Izumi looked flustered. "KOUSHIRO?!"
Miyako looked up in shock. "MOM?!"
"I expected better from you!" Mrs. Izumi grabbed Miyako roughly and forced her to stand. "What would Miyako think if she found out you abused her body?"
Miyako pulled away. "Mom, geez. We already gave each other permission to do that."
"You what?" Mrs. Izumi questioned in shock.
"You know how curious we both are. We just wanted to know what it was like the other way around, and gave permission to do so," Miyako explained.
Mrs. Izumi blinked. "You mean she's... done things with you?"
Miyako guessed that the real Miyako would've masturbated by now, and answered, "Well, yeah."
"I see." Mrs. Izumi glared angrily. "I'll have to talk to her parents about this."
Miyako gulped wondering what kind of trouble she had just gotten into.
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Miyako stood next to her mother as they waited at the front door of the Inoue home. She had never seen her mother so upset, particularly at her. She hadn't gotten in trouble for lying, trying to keep major secrets, or even when she over-clocked one of her computers and nearly set fire to her room when the processor overheated and burst into flames. Why would masturbating be any different?
Miyako gulped upon seeing Mrs. Inoue open the door, looking very stern. She knew her to be rather nice and hard to anger, but she looked rather pissed off at the moment.
"Hello," Mrs. Inoue greeted dryly. "Koushiro, join Miyako in the living room. Mrs. Izumi, please follow me."
Mrs. Izumi bowed slightly before entering.
Miyako went into the living room and fidgeted a bit more seeing the real Miyako giving her a questioning look from where he sat on the couch.
"Um, hi." Miyako reluctantly sat next to Koushiro.
"Do you know what's up?" Koushiro questioned. "Mom's been pissed almost all morning and hasn't told me anything."
Miyako nervously nodded. "Mom caught me... playing."
Koushiro frowned. "So why am I in trouble?"
"Well, I mentioned that we gave each other permission," Miyako replied.
"What the big deal? So we experimented. I don't see why they're upset." Koushiro shook his head.
Miyako shrugged. "I don't know either."
After a moment of awkward silence, Mrs. Inoue and Mrs. Izumi entered and sat across from the teens.
"When were going to tell us about your relationship?" Mrs. Inoue began.
"Our relationship?" Miyako and Koushiro chorused.
"Yes," Mrs. Inoue returned shortly.
"Well... we don't really have a relationship," Koushiro answered.
Miyako nodded. "Exactly."
Both mothers scowled at that answer.
"Care to explain why you've done things with each other?" Mrs. Izumi questioned coldly.
"We were curious," Miyako replied simply.
Koushiro nodded.
"You do STUFF because you're 'curious?'" Mrs. Izumi pressed.
Miyako shrugged. "Of course."
"What's the problem with experimenting?" Koushiro added.
"Right. I see we have no choice," Mrs. Izumi said, sounding defeated. "They'll have to get married."
"WHAT?!" Miyako and Koushiro chorused.
Mrs. Inoue nodded. "We have to keep this within the family."
"Exactly," Mrs. Izumi agreed as she stood up.
"We'll have to work out the details," Mrs. Inoue added before leading Mrs. Izumi out of the room.
Miyako and Koushiro looked at each other in complete shock. "What the hell?" they questioned as one.
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Koushiro barged into Iori's room and with a cry of, "My mother is insane!" fell on top of the bed.
Takeru looked up as he sat in Zen position on the floor. "What's wrong?"
"I'm getting married to Koushiro, that's what's wrong!" Koushiro complained.
Takeru sweat-dropped. "Aren't you a little young to be getting married?"
"Tell that to my mother!" Koushiro snapped.
"You don't want to marry him?" Takeru questioned calmly.
"No, I don't! But I'm not being given a choice," Koushiro growled.
Takeru shrugged. "So, when's the wedding?"
Koushiro threw a pillow at him. "That's not funny!"
"Wasn't meant to be," Takeru replied, not overly phased by the 'attack.'
Koushiro huffed. "Iori, I'm looking for a little help here."
"How can I help? I don't know anything about marriage beyond that if your parents arrange it, you're shit out of luck," Takeru answered flatly.
Koushiro nearly fell off the bed. "You swore."
Takeru blinked. "Guess I did." He sagged. "Parts of Takeru must be beginning to surface."
Koushiro could only nod at Takeru's assessment. While the real Takeru didn't swear often, there were times he did. However, Iori wasn't one to swear, as it upset his mother.
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CWTGSGITU has logged in.
CWTGSGITU: Only one person here?
Luftwaffe: It's a slow day.
CWTGSGITU: Well, no news is good news. But what about Odaiba?
Luftwaffe: You know how tight lipped they can be with their own information.
CWTGSGITU: You just have to know how to get things from them.
CWTGSGITU: Anyway, nothing to report from Edmonton. How about you?
Luftwaffe: The skies over Germany are Piemon free.
Lord_of_Knowledge has descended amongst you mortals.
Lord_of_Knowledge: I'm screwed.
CWTGSGITU: Guess you met a nice guy then, Ms. Koushiro. ^^
Lord_of_Knowledge: Joke's on me, Carter. I may be Mrs. Koushiro before long.
CWTGSGITU: What?!
Luftwaffe: Care to explain this one?
Lord_of_Knowledge: My mother is enforcing an arranged marriage to Miyako.
CWTGSGITU: Arrange marriage? They still do that in Japan?
Luftwaffe: Why not? They still do it in Germany. Though not very often.
Lord_of_Knowledge: And probably not as legally binding. My parents can have me married without my permission.
CWTGSGITU: That sucks.
Luftwaffe: Any reason why?
Lord_of_Knowledge: Nothing I'd care to go into.
CWTGSGITU: Probably wants to make sure her grandchildren are hers. After all, if you get knocked up, the baby won't biologically be 'Koushiro's' unless he's the father.
Lord_of_Knowledge: Two problems with that one. First, I'm adopted. Second, there's no way I'll be a mother of a kid, even if I'm permanently a girl.
Luftwaffe: You might not get the choice.
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Taichi looked up from the store counter when the door chimed. "Hello, Miyako," he greeted.
"Hi, Sora," Koushiro moped.
"Something wrong?" Taichi questioned.
"I'm getting married," Koushiro mumbled.
Taichi cleaned out his ear. "My ears must be dirty. Care to repeat that?"
"I'm getting married," Koushiro repeated sadly.
Taichi blinked. "To who?"
"Koushiro," was the simple reply.
"Why?" Taichi questioned, confused.
"I don't know!" Koushiro almost yelled.
"There has to be some reason," Taichi surmised.
"Well, our mothers got really upset after Mrs. Izumi caught Koushiro 'playing' in my body, and admitted he gave me permission to 'play' with his," Koushiro explained.
Taichi sweat-dropped. "I can see why they'd be upset, but why would they force you two to get married?"
Koushiro paced in the empty flower shop. "That's what I've been trying to figure out. They sat us down together and asked us questions about our 'relationship,' which we don't really have one beyond friendship."
Taichi folded his arms. "How did you describe it?"
"That we didn't really have a relationship, of course." Koushiro huffed. "They didn't like that answer, or that we let each other experiment."
Taichi stared at Koushiro like he said the stupidest thing imaginable. "You didn't phrase it like that, did you? That you 'experimented?'"
Koushiro blinked. "Yes. Why?"
Taichi massaged his forehead. "When you said you experimented, they probably thought you EXPERIMENTED. As in had sex."
"WHAT?!" Koushiro shrieked.
"They don't think either of you are virgins," Taichi stated flatly.
"But we told them we only masturbated!" Koushiro protested.
"Did you?" Taichi returned.
"Y..." Koushiro paused before his eyes widened. "Aw, SHIT! I've got to fix this!" Without another word, Koushiro bolted out the door.
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"Mom!" Koushiro called out once he reached the Inoue home, panting heavily from running all the way here.
"What is it? I'm busy reading how to correct your mistake," Mrs. Inoue said harshly.
"Mom, _I'm_ not the one making a mistake. Koushiro and I haven't done anything WITH each other. Just masturbated IN each other," Koushiro explained breathlessly.
"Is that what you're going to call 'experimenting?'" Mrs. Inoue intoned.
"MOTHER! I've never had sex!" Koushiro stated.
"I hope you haven't in that body," Mrs. Inoue retorted.
Koushiro growled in anger. "Listen to me! I'm a virgin. All I've ever done sexually as a guy or girl was when I was ALONE! I've never had a dick in my pussy, or put Koushiro's dick in a person."
Mrs. Inoue glared at her daughter-turned-son. "Do you think I'm a fool? That I'm stupid? That USED condom in your trashcan didn't fill itself. And you don't fill one while masturbating. So how did it get there?"
Koushiro just stared. "But I did fill it by masturbating. I didn't want to make a mess."
"Since when did you care about not making a mess?" Mrs. Inoue replied angrily. "If you cared, your bedroom wouldn't be a natural disaster."
"B-b-b-but MOM!" Koushiro whined.
"Go to your room and clean it. I don't want to listen to lame lies," Mrs. Inoue ordered.
"I'm not lying!" Koushiro yelled back but sagged under his mother's gaze and reluctantly went to his room.
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Miyako panted heavily, her pants and panties wrapped around her ankles, her hips bouncing off the bed, and her own fingers planted deep inside herself. If she was going to be punished for this, she might as well sink herself deep within the crime. Besides, it felt great and she was the only one home.
Miyako jerked when the doorbell rang. She hurriedly stopped what she was doing to herself and pulled up her clothes. She then rushed over to the door and answered it. "Oh, it's you, Miyako."
Koushiro huffed. "Nice greeting for your fiance, Koushiro."
"Please don't remind me." Miyako moved away from the door without any context of giving Koushiro permission to enter.
Koushiro entered anyway. "Even if it's to tell you why our parents are forcing us to get married?"
"Probably to make sure my kids ARE my kids," Miyako intoned as she walked into her bedroom.
Koushiro gave a short laugh, following her. "Not even close. They don't think we're virgins."
"Huh?" Miyako blinked. "Why would they think that? I only told Mom with gave permission to play with each other."
Koushiro crossed his arms. "Yeah, and they took 'play' and 'experiment' to mean sex."
"But we didn't do that!" Miyako protested.
"Try explaining that to them, especially after Mom found a used condom in my trash," Koushiro said bitterly.
"USED CONDOM?!" Miyako shrieked. "WHO?!"
"What?" Koushiro snapped. "I used it to masturbate so I wouldn't make a mess."
Miyako crossed her arms. "Oh, really? You aren't one to care about messes."
"Normally no," Koushiro admitted. "However, cum is a bit too messy and I didn't want to stain anything."
Miyako shook her head. "That better be the truth."
"Why would I lie about that?" Koushiro replied harshly. "We're in deep enough trouble from our parents misconception of us."
"I'll just have to explain to my mother the truth," Miyako said after a moment.
"I doubt she'll listen any better than mine did," Koushiro retorted.
"Maybe not. Dad is against us getting married. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with 'experimenting,'" Miyako explained.
"Do you want my father's opinion?" Koushiro asked.
"Sure," Miyako replied.
Miyako gave a hollow smirk. "I'll quote him, 'If that boy wasn't in Miyako's body, I'd beat the shit out of him. They'd damn well better get married even if they switch back.'"
"Ugh," Miyako intoned before falling onto her bed. "I don't like the sound of that."
"Neither do I." Koushiro huffed.
A moment passed as nothing was said.
"Koushiro, do you find me attractive?" Koushiro questioned.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Miyako asked.
"Since we have to get married, I want to know how you feel about me," Koushiro pressed.
"I don't know how to answer that," Miyako replied after pausing in thought. "I still see you as a girl that's a great friend."
"Just a friend." Koushiro pouted.
Miyako fidgeted. "Well, currently. I mean, I like you, but I'm not in love with you." She scratched the back of her head. "I could see falling in love with you, given time."
Koushiro smiled sweetly. "I think I feel the same way."
The momentary silence that passed seemed rather awkward to them.
"Um." Miyako gulped. "I was thinking... do you want to be guilty of our 'crime?'"
Koushiro blinked. "What do you mean?"
"You know, actually DO it," Miyako replied nervously.
"You mean NOW?" Koushiro questioned in surprise.
Miyako nodded. "It'd help us know if we can really go through with us getting married if we don't get cured of this.... Besides, if we do switch back, I'm curious to know if sex as a girl is better." Not to mention she was still horny from playing with herself before Koushiro showed up.
Koushiro had to admit, Miyako did have a point. He sweated a little as he said, "Never thought I'd be taking my own virginity like this."
Miyako shook as Koushiro leaned down and began to kiss her. It wasn't a very good kiss owing to the the fact neither of them had ever really kissed before and they were in the wrong body. Koushiro tried to peck Miyako's lips while she tried to swallow his. However, as poorly as they kissed, they didn't stop. Rather, Koushiro opened his mouth and they began to French kiss.
The world seemed to fade away as their kissing improved, enjoying the sensations of their bodies pressed against each other.
Koushiro raised his hand to fondle the girl's breast, knowing that would arouse her. After all, it was her real body she was getting excited for sex. That he would place his cock into and have sex with.
Miyako's right hand slipped between them and began to rub Koushiro's manhood through his clothes. She knew perfectly well how big it was, yet it somehow seemed bigger. She wondered how much it would hurt having that enter her body, especial considering her body still had a hymen.
Koushiro and Miyako broke off their kiss at the same time and looked at each other. They then jumped away from each other as if realizing for the first time what exactly they were going to do.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Miyako panted unsteadily. She could feel her body's attraction to Koushiro, but she didn't want to be with him as that was her real body. It'd be too narcissistic to make love like that. She was pretty sure that she wouldn't want to remember having a dick inside herself once she returned to being Koushiro.
"Not the best way to put it, but I think I understand," Koushiro replied. He too was very aroused, but he didn't want to take his body's virginity. He wanted to lose it while in his real body. Curiosity was one thing, but that would be going too far.
"Do you think we could have a relationship if this is permanent?" Koushiro asked.
"Possibly," Miyako replied. "I find you attractive enough, even like this.... but it's just that being with, well, ME that I'm having a problem with. I feel like I'm about to do the ultimate masturbation, not make love."
Koushiro nodded. "It's probably better we don't do anything that intense while switched. It'd be weird when we switch back and can remember losing and taking our own virginity."
"Yeah." Miyako nodded.
Koushiro shifted uneasily. "I probably should be leaving now."
"I guess. I'll see you soon." Miyako saw him out of the apartment and said, "Good-bye." She then locked the door and went back into her room and locked that as well. She immediately pulled off her pants and panties, discarding them on the floor.
Miyako wasted no time as she laid down on her bed and spread her legs wide. The image of her real body, naked and about to fuck her, flashed across her mind and twisted her stomach. She didn't like the idea of any guy doing such things with her at the moment, particularly himself. Instead, she imagined that it was Miyako above her.
'I'll help you get used to being a girl,' dream-Miyako said before pulling apart Miyako's pussy lips, tenderly rubbing them and probing into her gently.
Miyako closed her eyes. She didn't want gentle, she wanted release. She abandoned imagining anyone making love to her and just played. Her fingers found her bulb of pleasure and began to stroke it recklessly. Her hips began to thrust into her hand, instinctively trying to fan the flames of her burning sensations.
Miyako let out a cry of pleasure when release finally crashed over her, leaving her panting tiredly on her bed. She stared at her ceiling trying to think.
Five years ago, today, she was a young boy dealing with returning to a normal life after going on an adventure that lasted over a year and a half and saved two worlds. Now she was a girl, engaged to be married to her real body, and would soon be facing one of the strongest enemies she had during that first adventure. Truthfully, Piemon didn't scare her as much as the prospect of getting married, to a guy no less. What had she done to deserve a life like this?
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Next:
Chapter 6 - Wanna be a Rock Star
Yamato needs lessons to become a rock star from Iori, while Ken is having trouble with nightmares.
Thanks to Jeremy Mullin for the grammar help.
Arranged Marriages:
Unlike the bulk of anime, manga and the fanfiction based off them seem to indicate, arranged marriages are not a common occurrence in Japan.
There are basically three types of arranged marriages:
1) Old family agreements, particularly between nobility, rich families, and/or martial arts families.
2) Parents believe their child is gay and forces them to get married to 'cure' them or some other such nonsense. This is particularly true for lesbians. Though while many engagements of this type are made, few ever result in a wedding.
3) The girl is pregnant and needs to be married.
Koushiro and Miyako's type of engagement is rather rare today, to preserve family honor. However, to a modern Japanese, there is no loss of honor for being sexually active. They'd only be forced to get married if Miyako was pregnant.
So why have their parents over-react? For the sake of comedy and plot. If I was being more serious with the plot of The Shuffle, I wouldn't have the forced engagement.