Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Too Much Birthday ❯ 19 ( Chapter 19 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Furuba Lemon RR 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
"What do you think?" Motoko asked the other girls nervously. She'd never worn something so very skimpy before. She was also worried about the consequences of her actions -- was this breaking one of the rules, or was it okay? Yuki was for no one; he's a prince to be forever worshipped.
Then again, she really really wanted to do so much more than just look.
"It would be perfect if it wasn't ripped," Mio pointed out.
Motoko picked at the almost nonexistent skirt of the outfit, frowning at the torn cloth. If they'd just given Motoko the outfit from the start it would have been perfect. She eyed the other two wearily, noting the absence of genuine sympathy in their expressions. They were too occupied with expressing their bitterness at having to give up the outfit to fake happiness for their leader.
"It gives it character," Motoko declared haughtily, all of a sudden becoming more confident with her appearance. "Look," she continued impatiently when her underlings didn't automatically agree with her, "we have to find Yuki."
"Right!" Minami chimed in, her eyes sparkling dangerously bright. "We must save him from the witch!"
"Let's go then," Motoko declared with a quiver in her voice. Her momentarily high was gone and she had the sudden urge to wrap her arms around her torso. "I'm just..." she trailed off when she noticed her voice had cracked. She cleared her throat and started again. "I'm going to get something to drink first."
Mio raised an eyebrow skeptically. "What?" She looked at Minami who just shook her head in response.
"Yeah," Motoko glared at the other two, regaining her bravado. "Find Yuki-sama and report back to me. I have to be completely refreshed so as to be more pleasing for Yuki."
"Right!" the other two agreed readily. They marched purposefully out of the room, stopping a moment when they didn't see Yuki and wondering where to go next.
Motoko, in the meantime, bit her lip nervously and shivered from the cold. Her clothes were hardly made to protect her from the cold. She made her way towards the kitchen, determined to keep up her facade of thirst. Her eyes darted wearily with every step she took. No one but Yuki was allowed to see her.
An odd noise behind her forced a squeal out of her mouth. Motoko dashed for cover behind a plant that didn't quite perform it's job as coverage as well as she would have hoped.
"Um... hello?" she said tentatively. No one was there. She backed into the dining room doorway, her eyes darting wildly about for the source of the sound.
Once in the dining room, she spotted some drinks lying about. "Party drinks? Don't mind if I do," she mumbled to herself. She poured some liquid from one of the many unmarked bottles into a clean looking cup. A grimace spread over her face at the first taste. She lowered her arm to put the cup back down and decided not to touch the stuff again.
"Done already?" a lovely male voice came from her right, making Motoko jump in surprise. "No no no, that simply isn't done. You must have more of my delectable drink!"
"No, that's okay," she pushed her cup a little farther away from her. A blush covered her face and spread down to her neck. She had wanted to stay in the kitchen to prevent anyone else from seeing her, and now that someone besides Yuki had seen her in the skimpy outfit she wanted to crawl under a rock.
"Ah!" Ayame exclaimed in horror. In a moment, he was by her side and lifting up her skirt to inspect. "Rips, rips. They tear my heart, my soul!" he gushed dramatically, shedding some stage tears.
"Hey!" Motoko pushed his hands away, reclaiming her somewhat dismal coverage of her underwear.
"I must repair!" He made another grasp at her skirt and she slapped his hands away. With a gasp, Ayame spotted another rip at the shoulder.
"Hey, hey, hey!" she screeched, taking several steps backward.
Ayame frowned pathetically. "I'm just concerned about my creation. I *did* make that with my very own hands, after all. It's only natural to show my parental affection."
Motoko looked hesitant for a moment, then snapped into a stern expression. "Then sew this back together," she demanded. Having on a non-ripped outfit might make her feel better about herself. "But no funny business."
Ayame glittered at the chance to restore the outfit to its former glory. He grabbed Motoko's discarded drink and shoved it under her nose. "First drink, then I sew."
"What? No!"
"These fabulous fingers don't work for free," he shook a finger at her.
"Whatever," she said and downed the cup.
"Now to fix!" After a flurry of movement, Motoko realized she was in her underwear. In an instant she wished she were wearing sexy, silky underwear instead of her plain cotton ones. Or at least underwear that matched.
Ayame set at work at once, and she couldn't help but marveling at his skill. He smiled in satisfaction when he was done. Now out of his zone, he looked up and really noticed the girl across from him. A high school girl shivering in her underwear, clearly self-conscious -- vulnerable. Ayame considered calling Shigure to the dining room before deciding to have some fun himself.
"A bit uncomfortable?" He laughed, and continued before she could bark out a response, "I'll make you feel better." He elegantly shed his clothes to reveal his white satin boxers. "See? Now we're all in our underwear and there's nothing to feel embarrassed about. It's perfectly natural. Though it *would* be more natural if we were naked."
Motoko considered screaming but ended up blushing instead.
He slithered toward her, coming so close she could feel his body heat but never touching. Ayame reached over to her side; she wanted to know what he was doing but she couldn't tear her eyes away from his face.
"You're far too nervous," he said in a husky tone. "And that means only one thing," he revealed the full bottle clutched in his hand, "you aren't nearly drunk enough."
Then again, she really really wanted to do so much more than just look.
"It would be perfect if it wasn't ripped," Mio pointed out.
Motoko picked at the almost nonexistent skirt of the outfit, frowning at the torn cloth. If they'd just given Motoko the outfit from the start it would have been perfect. She eyed the other two wearily, noting the absence of genuine sympathy in their expressions. They were too occupied with expressing their bitterness at having to give up the outfit to fake happiness for their leader.
"It gives it character," Motoko declared haughtily, all of a sudden becoming more confident with her appearance. "Look," she continued impatiently when her underlings didn't automatically agree with her, "we have to find Yuki."
"Right!" Minami chimed in, her eyes sparkling dangerously bright. "We must save him from the witch!"
"Let's go then," Motoko declared with a quiver in her voice. Her momentarily high was gone and she had the sudden urge to wrap her arms around her torso. "I'm just..." she trailed off when she noticed her voice had cracked. She cleared her throat and started again. "I'm going to get something to drink first."
Mio raised an eyebrow skeptically. "What?" She looked at Minami who just shook her head in response.
"Yeah," Motoko glared at the other two, regaining her bravado. "Find Yuki-sama and report back to me. I have to be completely refreshed so as to be more pleasing for Yuki."
"Right!" the other two agreed readily. They marched purposefully out of the room, stopping a moment when they didn't see Yuki and wondering where to go next.
Motoko, in the meantime, bit her lip nervously and shivered from the cold. Her clothes were hardly made to protect her from the cold. She made her way towards the kitchen, determined to keep up her facade of thirst. Her eyes darted wearily with every step she took. No one but Yuki was allowed to see her.
An odd noise behind her forced a squeal out of her mouth. Motoko dashed for cover behind a plant that didn't quite perform it's job as coverage as well as she would have hoped.
"Um... hello?" she said tentatively. No one was there. She backed into the dining room doorway, her eyes darting wildly about for the source of the sound.
Once in the dining room, she spotted some drinks lying about. "Party drinks? Don't mind if I do," she mumbled to herself. She poured some liquid from one of the many unmarked bottles into a clean looking cup. A grimace spread over her face at the first taste. She lowered her arm to put the cup back down and decided not to touch the stuff again.
"Done already?" a lovely male voice came from her right, making Motoko jump in surprise. "No no no, that simply isn't done. You must have more of my delectable drink!"
"No, that's okay," she pushed her cup a little farther away from her. A blush covered her face and spread down to her neck. She had wanted to stay in the kitchen to prevent anyone else from seeing her, and now that someone besides Yuki had seen her in the skimpy outfit she wanted to crawl under a rock.
"Ah!" Ayame exclaimed in horror. In a moment, he was by her side and lifting up her skirt to inspect. "Rips, rips. They tear my heart, my soul!" he gushed dramatically, shedding some stage tears.
"Hey!" Motoko pushed his hands away, reclaiming her somewhat dismal coverage of her underwear.
"I must repair!" He made another grasp at her skirt and she slapped his hands away. With a gasp, Ayame spotted another rip at the shoulder.
"Hey, hey, hey!" she screeched, taking several steps backward.
Ayame frowned pathetically. "I'm just concerned about my creation. I *did* make that with my very own hands, after all. It's only natural to show my parental affection."
Motoko looked hesitant for a moment, then snapped into a stern expression. "Then sew this back together," she demanded. Having on a non-ripped outfit might make her feel better about herself. "But no funny business."
Ayame glittered at the chance to restore the outfit to its former glory. He grabbed Motoko's discarded drink and shoved it under her nose. "First drink, then I sew."
"What? No!"
"These fabulous fingers don't work for free," he shook a finger at her.
"Whatever," she said and downed the cup.
"Now to fix!" After a flurry of movement, Motoko realized she was in her underwear. In an instant she wished she were wearing sexy, silky underwear instead of her plain cotton ones. Or at least underwear that matched.
Ayame set at work at once, and she couldn't help but marveling at his skill. He smiled in satisfaction when he was done. Now out of his zone, he looked up and really noticed the girl across from him. A high school girl shivering in her underwear, clearly self-conscious -- vulnerable. Ayame considered calling Shigure to the dining room before deciding to have some fun himself.
"A bit uncomfortable?" He laughed, and continued before she could bark out a response, "I'll make you feel better." He elegantly shed his clothes to reveal his white satin boxers. "See? Now we're all in our underwear and there's nothing to feel embarrassed about. It's perfectly natural. Though it *would* be more natural if we were naked."
Motoko considered screaming but ended up blushing instead.
He slithered toward her, coming so close she could feel his body heat but never touching. Ayame reached over to her side; she wanted to know what he was doing but she couldn't tear her eyes away from his face.
"You're far too nervous," he said in a husky tone. "And that means only one thing," he revealed the full bottle clutched in his hand, "you aren't nearly drunk enough."