You didn’t have parents. That was the fact that was imprinted upon you once you were conscious enough to understand the world around you.
You were raised in an orphanage along with a dozen or so kids who were dropped on the front porch of this facility. Rejected by their parents, the undesirable of the families, you along with others here were those whose births were not blessed but damned.
You couldn’t remember what caused you to hide away under this bridge in your small town. Maybe it was because of your little scuffles with your bullies. You remembered jumping at them, throwing whatever force a scrawny 12-year-old could put in his punches. You remembered getting hit several times, resulting in a bloody nose and several bruises here and there. Most of all, you remembered the bitter frustration you felt when your teacher forced you to apologize to those bullies and their parents. And for what!? That you actually protected yourself instead of crawling on your hands and knees to those kids.
You felt yourself tearing up but quickly wiped them away. It didn’t matter for now. School was over and you could afford a few hours of personal time to yourself, away from schools and the bullies, away from the orphanage with the other kids and the creepy weird adult caretakers. You reached into your school bag and pulled out your precious treasure.
It was a second-hand handheld game console. The type with two screens, one being a touch screen. It took you nearly a year saving up from your daily newspaper run in the morning to save up for this. Furthermore, orphans like you with no parents didn’t exactly have much pocket change and you were expected to pay for your own clothes and school supplies. A whole year of waking up at 4 every morning and biking around town delivering papers before school starts only to save up a thousand yen or so every month was worth it. You had finally saved enough money to buy this old handheld and a couple of game cartridges yesterday.
You started up your console and pretty much absorbed yourself into the game. It was an RPG with an oddly dark story about a Tokyo after the world was destroyed and the player characters had to recruit demons to fight with him. A lot of the story flew over your head but you really enjoyed it overall. Until you hit the Minotaur boss. He resisted a bunch of spells from your party and lowered your attack and defense. You tried grinding but it wouldn’t work and your characters weren’t getting strong fast enough and you kept dying all over and over.
You felt like turning off the game as it got dark before a female voice said besides you:
“Wait a minute, don’t close the game yet!”
It startled and nearly caused you to drop the game device. The owner of the voice was a drop dead gorgeous older girl. You would have probably screamed in surprise if you weren’t so awestruck by her look. She had long, flowing hair tinged with chestnut color. Her bright blue eyes almost shone in the dark shadow of the bridge. She reminded you of foreign actresses or singers you often saw on TV, yet there was something otherworldly about her.
Since when did she even get so close to you without you noticing?
With a cat-like smile, she beckoned you over.
“Don’t close the game yet! You can still do it! Go! Go!”
Was that her attempt to cheer you on? You thought while timidly returned to your spot and opened your game console.
“Do you-um-want to watch me play?”
She nodded rapidly with enthusiasm. It was a cute gesture almost out of place for an older girl like her. You could only follow along, not wanting to disappoint her. Surprisingly, the girl was a great help while you were working out a way to defeat the Minotaur boss. She figured out his weakness against ice element attacks then pointed out ways you could buff and debuff your party. With only 2 tries, you managed to kill the boss.
“YOU DID IT!”
The girl wrapped you in a celebratory hug and buried your face in her bosom. Your sense was surrounded by softness and a lilac-like scent. However, you noticed that the sky was getting dark and you needed to get back to the orphanage soon. You pushed yourself from the hug with great regret.
“I-it’s getting late! I’ve to go home now.”
“Okay~ Then let’s meet again another time. I wanna play together with you!”
The older girl said as she stood up from the grassy ground. Her hands, however, never left your sides. With the strength you could never imagine coming from her slender figure, she lifted you off the ground with ease. She twirled you around almost like in an adlib waltz before holding you so your eyes and hers were leveled, facing each other. You got lost in that sparkling blue hues of her irises, as if she had captured your soul. Each of her features became ever clear to you. Her well-proportioned nose. The unchanging cat-like smile. Your heart pounded in embarrassment.
“Um, can you tell me your name?”
“Suzuhara Lulu. And yours are? Anon? I see. What an odd name!”
Putting you down on the ground, she leaned in and gently kissed you on the forehead. You felt your face heated up and no doubt, reddened like a tomato.
“I think this is how humans do their greetings right, Anon?”
You were not sure what she meant by that but you could only nod dumbly, still stupefied by the act of affection from the older girl, no, Lulu.
“Then let’s play more and more games together~ Is that okay?”
She tilted her head slightly and you were sure that she was worried that you would decline.
You thought of the game console you were holding in your hand. It was your little secret, one that you didn’t reveal to anyone, not to the kids at the orphanage who knew only of themselves, not to the adult teachers who only offered cheap words of consolation. You didn’t want the classmates at your school who only looked at you with pity for your lack of parents and treated you gingerly like a wounded pet. All you wanted was someone who you could have fun without knowing who you were or what your background was like.
It was natural that you arrived at the conclusion. You grasped her hands and looked up at her. You ignored the age difference, the gender difference, the physical difference and all that complicated stuff and voiced your earnest wish:
“Let’s meet together every day and play, Lulu-san! We’re friends, aren’t we?”
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Before you knew it, meeting with Lulu and gaming together became a routine. Every afternoon afterschool, you would run all the way to that small space underneath the bridge. Your own little secret base with an older female friend was built in the following weeks.
First, it was simply a gathering of cardboards so Lulu and you wouldn’t dirty clothes while sitting on the ground. Then, one day, Lulu brought all kinds of things to that place. A couch. Large sheets of iron forming a roof to prevent water from dripping down that space. You had no idea how a single girl could have brought all those here. Maybe she was a rich person and hired people to put those on?
Your impression of Lulu certainly suggested that she lived in a different world from yours. Her clothes were clean and neat and looked fashionable even to someone knowing nothing of clothing trends. When you asked her about it, Lulu just said that she was a normal art student. That was good enough for you and you didn’t probe for anything further.
Of course, you started to bring your own stuff such as a camping stove you bought for cheap. It was more than enough to boil water for some cup noodles you two shared. Each of you would regularly clean up the “secret base” to prevent molds or bugs from occupying the space. Weirdly enough, you never caught the sight of homeless people but you always chalked it up to the town's low homelessness rate.
Days became weeks.
Weeks became months.
More than 3 months have passed since you met Lulu. Every day, you would bring your game console, or sometimes books and manga to that space beneath the bridge and hang out together.
Lulu would bring her own game console mirroring yours and you would play in co-op together. Sometimes, she would bring her sketch books filled with weird, incomprehensible designs of creatures you didn’t recognize. You still praised and complimented her after looking just so you could see her happy smile afterward, though. Sometimes, you would lean against Lulu, feeling the softness of her body as you two shared a pair of headphones and humming along to the music she had on her phone.
For the longest time since you could even remember, you were really happy.
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Until you noticed certain things went wrong in your home. The number of children you lived with started to decrease. First, there were only 12 or so. Then there were 10. By the next month, that number was 6.
And now there were only 3.
You had first ignored the signs, thinking they were only adopted or moved to other facilities. But one night while you were waking up and tried to charge your handheld for the next day, you unfortunately, or fortunately, witnessed the truth. Hearing the echoes of noises reverberating inside the building, you made your way through the hallway then down the basement. The sight of what you’ve witnessed burnt into your retina. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a scream as you ran up to the shared bedroom. Your sheer instinct and fear took over your actions.
It came like flashes in your memories. Men dressed in robes. An older boy, 14 or so, tied with hands on his back. The horde of men descended upon him, some threw away their robes, revealed their naked bodies in all the naked vulgarity. One brandished a sharp, decorated knife above his head. It was an occult ritual. But unlike in the games you played or manga you read, it wasn’t some simple chanting with a magic circle drawn on the floor. You understood the repulsive nature of what you just saw. This was something committed by men who had abandoned their humanities to be able to inflict abuse and torture upon another human being.
You rushed into the room and woke up your housemates. The 8-year-old girl and the boy about your age were not exactly thrilled to be woken up in the middle of the night. You pulled them by their hands and tried to reach the front door of the orphanage. You didn’t even think of a concrete destination beyond escaping the place. Your thoughts drifted towards your “secret base” beneath the bridge. With ragged breath, you told them to hide there. You knew how the nearest police box would be too far for them to reach on-foot, much less being chased down by the men in robes.
You heard something like loud fireworks. The flower vase decorated the hallway next to your group exploded into pieces. The girl let out a scream, almost stopped in her track but the boy yelled at her to keep running.
“They have a gun!?”
You felt a chill running down your spine. You were so close to the door. With all your strength you pushed your housemates out of the door and used your own body to cover for them. Another loud bang resounded and a burning pain stabbed into your shoulder. You could hear the men reaching you and a dull pain was all you could register before your consciousness shut down.
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You didn’t recognize where you were at first. The shearing pain in your shoulder didn’t help either. It took a solid minute or so before you could feel yourself being dragged into the basement and slammed into the floor.
“F-fuck off!”
You tried to stand up but a large hand swatted you down. A naked fat bastard, dressed in what you could only describe as a Sumo-like thong covering his crotch and a hooded mask covering his face, rained down blows after blows at you.
I can’t die here. I still want to live. I want to go to school. I want to…
You tried to throw back a punch but another adult’s hand caught your arm and pulled it back.
I want to meet Lulu-san again. I want to play games with her more. I want to talk with her more.
Exhaustion and pain caught up and you slumped down, defeated. There was only so much willpower could do. Real life wasn’t like a video game or a manga. You couldn’t just awake some hidden power to save your ass or power up some super strength to beat full-growth adults.
Lulu-san…
Even with your disoriented mind, you could still feel the horrific atmosphere in this basement. You could see dark red stains splashed on the walls and floor. You could see some old books and tomes littered the place. You could see things resembling organs and human limbs in the corner. Your stomach churned and you were surprised that you had not thrown up yet.
A man with a bull-like mask was chanting in some language you didn’t recognize, waving a dagger in a deranged dance.
“Praise be Moloch! Let this lamb be the sacrifice. Praise be Moloch!”
A middle-aged man you recognized from his frequent visit to the orphanage grabbed you by the hair and dragged your face towards his naked crotch while repeating the chant praising this “Moloch” feverishly.
How sickening. You thought.
You bit down. The man howled in pain. You spit out the chunk of flesh and blood. Another physical beating was visited upon you. You felt yourself being restrained by other robed figures. A burly hand clamped your mouth shut, almost choking you with that disgusted odor and lack of oxygen. More men, completely naked, approached you.
This is the end. So not only would they kill me, they would even defile me like this. You thought. It would be lying to say you weren’t scared but somehow, the most prominent image you could think of right now was that of your friend, Lulu.
If only I could have spent more time with her. Despaired, you shut your eyes and prepared for the worst.
But that never came.
“Konlulu~”
Your eyes were now wide open. That couldn’t be possible. Inside this space coming straight from a horror film, your friend, Suzuhara Lulu was standing in the middle of the bloodstained basement. In her usual everyday clothes, the girl seemed even more disturbingly out of place in this atmosphere. The fact that the men took a few steps back proved that this wasn’t a near-death hallucination your mind had conjured up.
“My my, who could have thought you would tell your friends about our secret place, Anon? I even thought of dragging you out of your bed to ask about it.”
Paying no heed to the horror surrounding her, she tilted her head in a cutesy manner. The men around were also flabbergasted by this surreal sight. One of them reached out and tried to grab her by the arm. Then there was a sound like a busted balloon. The man’s arm inflated then popped into a shower of red, pink and white matter.
Suzuhara Lulu seemed unconcerned by the sight before and simply took a look around the room, almost with the curiosity and attitude of someone checking out a friend’s bedroom.
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
More balloon-bursting sounds occurred as the men’s bodies contorted and twisted and exploded. You caught sight of flying spines, dripping intestines and eyeballs rolling on the floor. The men were no longer interested in holding you down as some of them tried to run out of the basement, reaching for the stairs. They never made it.
One man pulled out a handgun and aimed it at Lulu. Before you could warn her, the girl’s head smashed back like receiving a hit. Several shots pierced her bodies in the eyes, stomach, chest, legs, arms.
“My my. This is the first time I’ve been shot at in real life. This is so not like in the games at all!”
Despite suffering fatal wounds, Suzuhara Lulu still stood on her feet. Her ever present cat-like smile remained as the wounds closed back and pushed out the bullets. Her eyeball reformed. The spilling of her stomach pulled back into the cavity. It was like a VHS tape being rewinded. The man with a gun froze in his spot. His tears and snots streamed down his face. His hand put his own gun on his head, like a puppet.
“NO! LET ME GO! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! PLEASE! I WILL DO ANYTHI-”
With a loud gunshot, the man’s head jerked back and his body slumped down. No different than the rest of his peers, nothing but a corpse now.
The room was silent. The only living beings were you and Suzuhara Lulu. You shakily looked down at your body, completely covered in gore from the other corpse. You could feel your mental strength and sanity strained at its limit. You covered your head to shield yourself from the bloody sight around you.
“It’s okay, Anon. You are safe now. No one will hurt you anymore.”
Lulu wrapped her hand around your head and pulled your shaky self into a hug. You didn’t have the mind to respond. All you could do was sobbing into Lulu’s chest. She kept holding you like that, occasionally patting your head and reassuring your safety until exhaustion finally caught up and you fell asleep.
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You were lying in a crisp, white sheet. Lulu’s room was completely different from your shared bedroom. It was well-decorated and distinctly girly with a dominant pink color. You could see a computer setup, a whole bookshelf and even a wardrobe. For someone like you who shared bunks and rooms with a dozen kids, all of this looked way above your station that it was overwhelming.
“Aughh!”
The image of cut off limbs and exposed organs in that basement flashed back to you. That feeling of dread, now no longer hindered by adrenaline and the drive to survive, started descending on you like a blanket of fear. Your body started shaking and you buried your head in your knees, desperate to erase the images out of your head.
“Shh…Shhh…It’s okay, Anon.”
The calm soothing voice of Lulu came back again and you felt her hugging from behind. You were not sure where she had come from but it didn’t matter. You felt safe in her embrace. Your body was no longer quivering and all you could think of now was how nice her familiar scent of lilac and how soft her skin was.
Wait? Her skin? You turned around and instantly saw Suzuhara Lulu in her naked glory. Her flawless skin, bountiful breasts and the seductive curve from her back to her buttocks were in full view without even a shred of fabric covering them. Of course, even the nether region beneath her slender waist was also seen by you.
“W-why are you naked, Lulu-san!?”
“You already said you loved me so many times in your sleep. That means you want me as your mate, right? Isn’t it natural for the female mate to be naked in front of its male mate?”
Her voice displayed nothing but genuine love and intimacy for you. Lulu’s hands find their way to your hands, gently clasping over it.
“Wait. But our age—“
“Has nothing to do with this. My age far exceeds the human lifespans. It makes no difference as long as you’re capable of reproduction.”
“Lulu—“
She shut you up completely with a forceful kiss. You exchanged your saliva with her. Her taste, her smell, the sensation of her naked body was imprinted upon you. The aroma roused something primal within you. Your groin throbbed with desire. You parted away from her lips and ran your tongue to her cheeks, her necks, collarbones.
“Anon~”
Lulu moaned with desire which only served to arouse you further.
Even with the heated acts of affection, you slowly realized one thing. The culmination of those three months you two met each other, of all the laughter, the smiles, the memories you had made with her. The reason why you had thought of her when you had been on the verge of death. You loved her. You loved Suzuhara Lulu. You cared not for her origin or her nature, whether she was the goddess who would save the world or the devil who would destroy it.
“I love you, Lulu.”
She smiled even wider and stuck her tongue out as if asking for more kisses, which you complied. Your tongue licked and entwined with hers. Her tongue got a slight bumpy texture to it, eliciting a sensation of friction as you ran your tongue alongside it, as if claiming it as your own.
“I love you too, Anon.”
You continued to kiss, letting your own saliva flown into her while tasting the sweet nectar of her own. Your hands traced the outline of her body, from her well-shaped buttocks, her slim waist, the indenture of her navel to mounds adorned by the cherry pink flower buds in the front. Your hands petted and groped various spots along her body, attacked it relentlessly with thoroughness. This was apparently enough to get Lulu to twist her obscene body and flushed with arousal.
Naturally, your attention came to the spot between her legs. Lulu leaned back and parted her thighs to reveal her soaking genitals.
“I want you, Lulu. I want to have sex with you!”
“Let’s mate! Claim me as your female and mix our genetic materials together! Let our spawns be the inheritors of the stars themselves!”
Guided by instincts and knowledge from “illicit materials”, you lined up your penis at the slit of her nether before penetrating her. The sweet sensation of losing your first time sent pleasure through your body and a moan from Lulu. With ten odd seconds, you got used to the feeling of your meat rod being wrapped around by Lulu’s folds. You found yourself ramming into her over and over, slowly forming a rhythm for your movement.
“Hah…hah…This is it, my mate. My Anon. Fuck this female before your eyes and claimed it as yours.”
With that verbal encouragement, you were even more driven. Your strokes became more intense and probing, searching for the best way to please your love. You felt the thick head of your cock scraping her inner cervix. An odd sensation of something squirming inside her cunt, massaging and sucking up at your frenum and all the sensitive spots on your meat rod. But you didn’t stop stirring her up.
“Hnahh… it feels good. So good. More, Anon. Make your womb belongs to you and you alone…Ahh…”
Lulu continued to encourage you with nasal breaths, promising a glorious future where your brood would rule the land and turn a new page for both of your species. At the same time, her butts bounced up and down following your movement.
“Heee…That’s the spot. DO IT, ANON. DUMP YOUR SPERM INSIDE MY WOMB.”
The heat of your sex became almost unbearable as your pistoning became more forceful than ever. Lulu’s words only served to fire that flame of domination inside you. You wanted to monopolize her. You wanted to make her unable to have sex with anyone else but you.
“Lulu. Lulu. Hah…Hah… I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum inside you.”
“MARK ME, ANON. GIVE IT TO ME INSEMINATE THIS WOMB!”
You drove your hips into hers in one forceful motion.
“Hurry, hurry. Give it to me. Fill my inside with your semen, ANOOON~”
Heated liquid spilled forth and filled up her inside. Suzuhara Lulu moaned almost uncharacteristically loud as she threw her head back and lost in the sensation of an orgasm. Her body writhed and twisted while her expression melted into one of carnal joy.
Somehow, the feeling of both pleasure and pride at being the one that could make Lulu look like that welled up inside you.
Once she calmed down from the afterglow of sexual climax, Lulu pulled your face in and gazed into your eyes with a joy borderline madness.
“Lulu…”
“A-anon…”
You two exchanged a kiss, enjoying the moment where the world ceased to exist and the person in front of you was the only one that mattered.
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“Wahh. That tickles a bit.”
Your hips jumped up slightly as you sat on the side of the bed. You looked down below and saw a sight that could only come from a wet dream. Not only had they just had sex, Lulu was now kneeling on the floor and pleased you orally. Her tongue lapped up the fluids from her own sex and yours.
A great elation filled your heart as well as concerns for your partner. As great as the sex was, you didn’t want to tire her out. You didn’t want to be too rough on her. You gently parted her hair and called her name.
“You alright, Lulu? Do you want to take a break? How do you feel?”
“Nnn…ph…Thank you, Anon. It was…wonderful.”
With a wet “pop”, she left your penis resting on her cheek. Her eyes were still slightly wet as she looked at you with unrestrained affection and love.
“This pleasure…was unlike anything I’ve ever known….Anon….Let’s do it again and again…”
Somehow, despite your dominant position, you were almost scared of the look she gave you, even if it was that of love and worship.
“I will share this with everyone… This joy and this happiness to all my friends…”.