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Once upon a time, there had been a great disaster, and a trio of valorous, valiant, brave and most importantly very determined children were called upon to avert a catastrophe, stopping it before it could cause permanent damage, as the digital creatures of a digital world came upon the physical world.
It involved much adventure, the sting of loss and the glory of triumph, but it, like many other adventures, found its end eventually and after a grand and memorable final battle where their every virtue was put to the test, the children succeeded, and saved the world, both worlds really.
That... had been nearly a decade ago.
And though it might seem strange at first, the children from back then, now adults, sometimes kept up with each other, and even met every once in a while. They each had moved on, and stepped forward with their lives, leaving their past as heroes behind, unsung heroes that nobody remembered except those directly involved.
"As long as I still get the stipend, I suppose it doesn't really matter," Ruki muttered as she reminisced of days past, sipping on juice from a box. She was feeling nostalgic already, which wasn't usually her vibe, and she had even gone back to the same vaguely punk style that she remembered wearing at the time.
Crushing the box, she threw it in a nearby bin, and then tapped the button of the elevator right in front of her, causing the doors to open immediately as it was right there. She stepped in, hit the button for the right floor, and then rode the elevator up. As she waited to reach the right floor, she flicked the deck box attached to her belt open and closed.
Some would've thought it strange, knowing how she was, that she was wearing a broken heart crop top. The reality was that she wanted a longer shirt, but she couldn't find one her size, and worse still, it was still a size too small, she had been unfortunately, or fortunately according to some, gifted with a fairly flat chest so she could still wear clothes meant for people much smaller than she was, but that didn't make it any less visibly small.
Her jeans were also tight, but those were there by choice. She, her mother and grandmother agreed, her legs were her best aspect and she was keen on showing them off that day.
She usually didn't care to turn faces, but...
"If I don't go overboard that guy won't notice," she muttered to herself, closing her eyes and bobbing her head to a tune only she could hear, psyching herself up. The elevator doors opened and she walked out, turned the hallway and then-
Was immediately met with the sight of the reason she was there. Takato, a companion of old, looked damn near exactly the same as he had back then, except taller. He was doing part time jobs to make some extra money while going to school, he said he wanted to be independent, Ruki didn't get it but let him do what he wanted without complaint.
"Hey," she called, noticing he was going into his apartment with a couple bags.
"Oh! Ruki!" he called, eyes wide and a big smile on his face. "H-Hang on," he said, as he fished for his key in his pockets, and then opened the door to his apartment, stepping into the room and holding the door open. "Come on in!" he called, waving his hand at her. "How've you been? It's been so long!"
Too long. "It's been two weeks," she reminded him, outwardly rolling her eyes, though the smile on her face showed she was hardly bemused. "Is that-"
"Yeah! Since you said you were coming, I went and bought snacks and drinks!" he said. "It's such a throwback! I miss the days of playing with the Digimon cards," he sighed, "I heard you recently won another championship?"
It was very serious business. Ruki was the Queen of Digimon, and while she had once been the frost hearted, sadistic Queen, these days, she was more of a... benevolent empress, really. Even if she still had legions of fans demanding she step on them. That was her mother's fault for the stupid goth lolita dress, even if it was Ruki's own idea to wear it to the finals, she'd never admit that.
Ruki shrugged. "It wasn't too hard."
"Well, only you!" Takato laughed, waving his hand. "You know, you're gonna be picking on me, I've been out of the circuit for years!" he called. "Haven't attended a local meetup or participated in a tournament in forever!"
Ruki exhaled out of her nose. "Well..." she smirked at him. "How about a warmup game, just to refresh the rules?" she asked, pulling her deckbox from her belt and waving it at him. "I know you've been keeping up with new card releases."
Takato had the good graces to blush. "Old habits you know!"
Indeed. After a quick refresher, and confirming he still remembered the rules, they prepared a couple of snacks that could be easily and quickly eaten without being extremely dirty, and preparing the drinks, they sat and played together. His kotatsu was the most convenient surface to play, his apartment wasn't large and he didn't have many spaces, but within a couple minutes, Ruki had asserted herself as Queen.
Takato was regaining the skills he had left behind at a rapid pace, and clearly, his passion for Digimon had never faded.
She defeated him, of course. Three times in a row. But each time it was obvious he was getting better. She had some extra cards with her and used them to help him deckbuild, especially relevant since he had a lot of cards but Takato had never been a very meta focused guy in the first place.
Still... Ruki was starting to get annoyed at a very specific reaction from him. Or rather, a lack of reaction. Takato's drinks were not all soft. Soon enough, they were imbibing alcohol, first beer, then he pulled out the stronger stuff.
They played drinking games, loser drank. She was physically close to him, touched him, even put her hand on his lap and touched near his crotch, but...
She was only getting frustrated.
She knew, intellectually, the guy was dense. But she didn't think that even blatant hints would be lost on him.
"So, you've not been with any girls lately?" she asked.
"No?" he more asked than responded. "You know that, I'm too busy, with my studies and jobs!" he said, as he played a card that she would have to counter before her turn was up or she'd be in trouble. He even played the correct setup so that she wouldn't be able to just wipe it with a two card combo.
"Yeah, I get that," she said. She had trouble getting in relationships. "Maybe we could take care of each other?"
"Aren't we doing that?" Takato asked.
Had Ruki been more of a direct woman herself, she would've picked him up, carried him to his bed, and then blown his mind. But she wasn't, she was just as much of an issue as he was with regards to interpersonal relationships, but she was in denial about that, had been for most of her life in fact.
"I guess," she said, pouting for a brief moment before getting an idea. "How about we spice up our game?" she asked.
"Hm? How? I'm not really into bets," Takato said. "Had a problem with that you know."
She did. "Not that, but, kind of," she said. "It's simple: Whoever loses has to take off a piece of clothing," she said. "And you lose completely if you lose your last piece of clothing."
"That seems embarrassing," Takato said.
"Yeah, that's what makes you want to win. I want you to play seriously and stop holding back," she said, pointing a finger at him. "This way, you will."
"Ooh, okay, fine," he said, "but remember, you asked for it!"
"Please," she responded with a smug smirk, "I'm not called the Queen of Digimon for nothing, you know?"
Famous last words.
Takato was... not a pushover by any means. When he was holding back. Entirely motivated? He was something Ruki hadn't seen in ages. A worthy opponent. Someone who could make her sweat for it. She won her last major tournament without taking a single loss, not even one game was taken from her.
And yet, the very first game they played, she bet her shirt, and within minutes, she was sitting opposite Takato, as he struggled not to look at her bra-clad chest. She was filled with a sense of smug satisfaction from the knowledge that he was blushing because he thought she was attractive, and she was heavily embarrassed because the guy she liked could see her in her underwear.
She came back with a vengeance and took his shirt in turn. She was glad to see he was no longer the scrawny little boy he'd once been, but still retained that atmosphere and look he'd always had, the one she'd liked for so long.
They went back and forth. Socks over here, an armband, his pants, then her pants, then her bra... over and over, they went back and forth, until at last, Rika was left in only her black lace panties, having lost even her socks, while Takato still had two pieces of clothing left.
The goggles that had been part of his permanent look for years...
And his briefs. And more importantly, Takato had just lost, having bricked his opening and then been unable to recover in time.
"I guess..." Takato put his hands on his briefs' elastic, "this is my loss."
He then pulled down his briefs and scooted back, raising his legs so he could take them off, and as he did, he fell on his back and the tight white briefs went flying as he landed, legs spread.
Ruki had noticed he wasn't exactly small down there, but she hadn't expected him to be that gifted. His tight underpants made the bulge stand out, but, when he removed them, his cock stood like a pillar, causing her mouth to become dry, it even gave her a little bit of trouble swallowing.
Gulping the knot forming at the back of her throat, she tried to speak, but her body, emboldened by the liquid courage they'd both drank, moved as if by its own will, and she soon found herself positioned above him, straddling his waist as she reached under her crotch with one hand, grasping his throbbing length, his stiff shaft, with one hand, while the other, moved her sexy panties out of the way.
"H-Hey," she said. "A-About this," she said.
Takato gulped. "Y-Yeah, I, I won't," he shook his head, "I know, this- it's just- physical, right?" he asked. "Like, like with-"
She squeezed his cock a little. "I won't be able to say this sober," she said, "I like you!"
Takato's eyes widened. "I-"
"Even-" she closed one eye and hissed in pain as she came down and took his length into her, gritting her teeth as her virgin pussy was split apart for the first time, she hadn't even used a dildo, her fingers had always been enough for her... but Takato's thick, throbbing manhood was staggeringly more powerful than anything she'd felt before. "Ahhck, fuck, even if you don't like me back..! I still like you!" she said, "s-so-"
"Ruki I, I like you too," Takato said, "I love you!"
"Y-you," she pushed herself to take even more of him into her. The warmth of the alcohol and the arousal was making her pussy feel a lot more pleasure than pain. Once her hips and butt met his thighs, she put her hands on his chest and leaned in to kiss him, their tongues dancing with one another.
So strange to say, their first kiss came after their first penetration, but, they had already lived so many things and endured so much together that their relationship was already way past that. Their kiss became a makeout session, and with the pleasure overwhelming the pain of her first time, Ruki began to move.
It didn't feel good.
It felt amazing.
Her movements were at first jerky and disorganized, but Takato held her softly and gently, following after her with thrusts of his hips, and eventually they hit a good rhythm. Their lips and tongues never separated for too long, their hands roamed all over each other's body, and both were thankful that the tatami were soft because soon their jerky and inexpert lovemaking was getting more and more intense.
Ruki was hardly able to contain her excitement.
Soon she was bouncing hard enough that the slapping wet noise of skin on skin was drowning even their passionate making out, and for the first time they separated, so both could cry out in ecstatic pleasure.
Their climax was coming, and as was only fit, they came to the edge at the same time, opening their eyes and gazing at each other with only a singular, individual desire, to make the other cum, to make the other orgasm, and reach heaven together.
And they did.
They met their gazes, looked into one another's eyes, and saw what was behind, and their feelings became as open and clear to one another as they were to themselves.
They both came explosively, with so much force and sudden pleasure that both collapsed onto the ground, clinging to each other, as if they were a lifesaver in the turbulent sea of pleasure they were cast adrift in.
"This... definitely feels like a good reward... for a victory... I'm still the Queen," she said, amusement creeping into her voice, feeling a little pleasure drunk from the warmth spreading from her waist and core, feeling his heat within her. She felt at peace. At the end of the day, her plan had worked, and she'd sprung it like a well planned combo.
Takato chuckled. "You're definitely my kinda Queen," he agreed.