Listen you snot-nosed punk(s), I don’t care if this material is illegal to view in your area or any of that motherfucking bullshit, if you read beyond this motherfucking page, I take no motherfucking responsibility motherfuckers. I don’t motherfucking own motherfucking Digimon or motherfucking Ban Dai, or any of that motherfucking shit, and I don’t even own any of the characters in this motherfucking story. If you have a motherfucking problem with it motherfucker, you can kiss my motherfucking Digital Ass.

 

… bitch ass motherfuckers.

 

Translation: Enjoy the lemon and send your requests to me as well. I’m always in the #digiartistsdomain channel if you have something you would like to write. YOUR fantasy lemon could be the one after this partially offensive introduction!

 

-Notorious

 

“Picture Perfect”

Davis/Jun/Sora

 

By Notorious

 

***Requested by The_Scubbus_Neko***

 

Ever since the defeat of MaloMyotismon, things had been rather uneventful in both the Digital World and the Real World. For Sora Takenouchi the most disappointing thing about the whole ordeal is that after saving the world from nonexistence, she still had to go to school like every other seventeen-year-old girl did, and she still had a year to go before she went to college, which wasn’t any easier.

 

So instead of lounging around as a minor celebrity or something, she was sitting his room trying to cram for her midterms. She was dressed simply in some soccer shorts, cleats, and her #77 jersey. The second she had gotten home from her game, her mother had forced her to start studying. She hadn’t even had time to change her clothes. She glanced at her digivice sitting on the corner of her desk and saw that it was 4:15 in the afternoon.

 

“Maybe its time for an impromptu study break,” she murmured with a smirk on her face.

 

Sora got up and walked across her room to the dresser and opened the top door digging into the corner with her hand until she found it. Pulling back out she grinned and quickly opened the candy bar she had stashed in her drawer. Her mother forbid her to have any sweets after she got her braces put on a few months ago, but she still managed to sneak a few past her.

 

“Mmmmm,” she mumbled taking a huge bite. “The simple things in life are the best.”

 

As she swallowed the last bit of the chocolate into her mouth there was a knock at the door. Panicking, she quickly ran to her bed and stuffed the wrapper underneath one of her stuffed animals just before her mother (who knocked as a warning, not for permission) came into the room and saw her spun around looking not so inconspicuous. She eyed her curiously.

 

“What are you doing?” she asked looking from her to her bed and then back to her.

 

“Nothing,” Sora chuckled nervously licking her lips. “What can I do for you mom?”

 

Sora’s mother, who was dressed in an apron and a long dress opened her mouth to say something about her daughter’s suspicious behavior but thought better of it.

 

“Someone named ‘Jun’ is on the phone for you,” she said instead. “She wants to know if you can come over to her house and help her study.”

 

Sora could tell by her mother’s usual tone that she was expecting more information from her daughter, but Sora didn’t have anything to say. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t seen Jun since she had gone to the same school as her. After the battle with MaloMyotismon, Sora’s mother had put her in private school thinking for some reason that it would protect her. The only real connection she had to Jun in the first place was her brother, Davis, who had also been involved in the final battle with Myotismon.

 

Thinking that maybe she could catch up with Davis and away from the hawk eyes of her mother who had become more overprotective than ever since her last endeavor with the Digital World, she made up some story about how the study session had been planned, and although she doubted her mother completely believed her, she soon was knocking on the door of Davis’s apartment complex. The door opened.

 

“Hi Davis,” Sora said beaming. “Can I come in?”

 

Davis looked horrified at the sight of Sora at the door. In the past few years he had started to mature physically. He had died his hair black, cut it, and slicked it back. He was wearing a black Metallica T-shirt, and some black jeans. Ironically enough, he still had Tai’s old goggles hanging around his neck.

 

“Are you okay?” Sora asked looking at the frightened expression on his face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

 

Davis gulped, shook his head and went back inside leaving the door open. Just before Sora could wonder if she was supposed to walk through the door or wait, someone returned to the door. This time it was Jun.

 

Jun Motamiya, Davis’s sister, was about a year or two older that Sora herself. She was a bit taller than the last time Sora had seen her and was wearing a white golf shirt, and a red plaid skirt particularly north of the knee, accompanied by some dress shoes and white stockings. She had started to wear make-up, and her bushy hair was down and straight in a fiery red ponytail. Sora couldn’t help but notice her breasts were especially larger than before.

 

“Oh hi Sora,” she said, her voice no longer high and squeaky but smooth and soothing. “I’m glad that you could make it. Won’t you come in?”

 

Smiling, Jun opened the door all the way and Sora walked in. For some reason she was getting a weird feeling about this whole situation. After spending so much of her life in a world where danger lurked around the corner, she still maintained a sixth sense about strangeness even in these peaceful times. Still, she walked in and Davis, who had been standing behind the door, took her jacket. The Motamiya’s had a pretty nice apartment. There was art and other expensive looking decorations all over the place.

 

Jun offered Sora a seat.

 

“Would you like some riceballs and juice?” Jun asked. “Maybe even a little leftover sushi from lunch?”

 

Sora shook her head and brushed some of her red hair out of eyes. She began to notice that Davis hadn’t said anything since her arrival. She would have thought that he would have at least said hello, but he just looked frightened about something. She saw him latch the locks on the door out of the corner of her eyes as he muttered something to himself.

 

Returning her attention ahead of her she noticed that Jun was eyeing her strangely. The way the chairs were set up in the room, there were two short couches facing each other and a small coffee table in between. Jun was sitting there right in Sora’s face and she felt uneasy of the fact she couldn’t look away from her without seemingly rude. Davis made his was over to the couch and stood behind it as Jun crossed her legs.

 

“So … where are the books?” Sora asked starting to sweat a little. I really don’t like how this is going. I get a very bad feeling about this …

 

“Books?” Jun said taking a sip of tea from a pink teacup. “…Oh yes, the books. We’re supposed to be studying. Wow Davey boy, my memory is getting about as bad as grams’”

 

Davis laughed nervously and wiped some sweat off of his brow.

 

“You know who has a good memory?” Jun said smiling and putting down her cup. “Davis has an impeccable memory. Don’t you little brother?”

 

Davis looked horrified at these simple words, but just nodded. Sora looked confused.

 

“…But you know,” Jun continued crossing her legs revealing a little thigh. “Even people with the best memories sometimes need something more tangible to remember people by.”

 

Davis spoke for the first time.

 

“I have to go wash clothes for school,” he said revealing that he’d gotten some base in his voice since the battle with MaloMyotismon and sounded like a man.

 

“Stay Davis,” Jun said abruptly her tone sounding more dominant than friendly now. “You mustn’t be rude to our guests.”

 

She turned to Sora, her affable manner returning to her voice.

 

“Sorry about him,” she said smiling. “He just doesn’t know how to act in front of a lady.”

 

Davis looked like he wanted to simply melt on the spot, and loss all color in his face when Jun pulled out a red floppy disk from inside the couch. She threw it onto the table smiling.

 

“I really should go wash those cloth-” Davis began, but Jun cut him off.

 

“Tomorrow’s a holiday, you don’t have school,” Jun said abruptly, her patience wearing thin.

 

Sora looked at the red unmarked disk on the table before her. She raised an eyebrow.

 

“What’s this?” she asked picking it up and looking it over.

 

“That,” Jun said simply. “Is what I called you over here to ‘study.’ Daivis, get the laptop.”

 

“But-”

 

“I SAID GET THE DAMNED LAPTOP!” Jun practically screamed causing Sora to drop the disk and gulp hard.

 

She watched, her blood running cold, as Davis walked over to a wall unit in the corner of the room pulling out the old white and yellow laptop that Izzy had sold Davis a few years back when Izzy finished building his own highly advanced laptop. He put it on the table and resumed his place behind the chair. Jun slowly opened the top of the laptop and hit a random key to return the computer from suspension.

 

“Jun …” Davis said sounding worried. “Please don’t…”

 

But Jun slid the disk into the slot anyway, and double clicked on the 3½ floppy drive to reveal a folder, which she opened. Inside were about twenty icons all labeled Sora with a different number after each one. Sora looked more puzzled than ever, and looked carefully at the screen as Jun double-clicked on one of the icons named “Sora_001.jpg”. Davis was horrified, and Sora began sharing the feeling.

 

The icon revealed a photograph about three hundred pixels in length and width taken with a pretty superb camera. In it, there was a crystal clear shot of a girl in a white tennis outfit whom Sora had no doubt was herself. She remembered this day perfectly. It was the day that her tennis team had won the city championship, one of the happiest days of her life. There was a sweaty Sora, her hair in a ponytail, swinging her prized racket at the tennis ball suspended in mid-air with a look of contorted concentration on her face.

 

Is that it? Sora thought breathing a sigh of relief. I know that Davis took the pictures of this; I paid him to. Why is she showing me this?

 

But then Jun hit the spacebar, which moved on to “Sora_002.jpg” showing Sora swinging the racket again, but this time the breeze had caught under her skirt lifting it a little bit to show a peak of her creamy white thong underwear. Sora began to say something about the picture, but reconsidered thinking it was just a mistake. Davis had no control over the wind, and she trusted him not to be a pervert.

 

Jun simply hit the spacebar again and it showed what was supposed to be the final picture, which had Sora, her team, and her friends (Tai, TK, Kari, Izzy, Mimi, Yolie, Joe, Matt, Cody, Ken, Davis himself, and a visiting Willis) standing around the trophy smiling with real and toy digivices held out in their hands as a joke. This was the last picture Sora had paid Davis for (she didn’t have much money) and she had received the first and third pictures. Then Jun hit the button again.

 

The lighting in this picture was dark, and it was an overhead shot as if whoever took it wasn’t on the ground. Sora recognized it as the girls bathroom where she and her friends had gone to get out of their sweaty uniforms.

 

“What is this?” Sora said in disbelief.

 

It went downhill from there. A few pictures later, Sora was in the showers in the nude, the water in her scarlet hair, everything from her petite breasts to her freshly shaved vagina all exposed on camera. There were shots of her bending over to pick up soap, and playing around with some of the girls also in the shower, wrestling with them playfully, and with her covered in soapy water. It was too much to bare.

 

Sora didn’t yell or anything. Instead, she got a very sad look on her face and looked at Davis who looked like he wished MaloMyotismon had killed him in the Digital World those years ago.

 

“D-did you do this?” Sora stuttered, her lip quivering. “Did you take these pictures of me?”

 

Davis stuttered, but before he could get anything coherent out, Jun spoke again.

 

“Mom made me clean Davis’s room,” she said simply. “I found these under his bed under the floorboards.”

 

She closed the laptop.

“Now let us get down to business,” Jun said coldly. “If I made a few hundred copies of this disk and sent it around school you would never be able to show your face again. Furthermore, you would be responsible for it Davis, and I’m sure there some legal mumbo jumbo that can apply as well.”

 

She glanced at her terrified brother, and then back to Sora.

 

“You have my word that this,” Jun held up the disk before sliding it back into the couch. “…This is the only copy of the disk. Nobody outside of this room knows anything about it, not even out parents. If you do something for me, I’ll snap this disk in half right in front of you and this unpleasantness can be resolved. Refuse and …”

 

She let that statement hang in the air. Sora was overcome with grief. If those pictures got out, she’d never live it down. What about Matt? Surely, if everyone in the school got to see her naked before he did, he’d leave her as well. Tai wouldn’t even give her curious glances like he always did. She wasn’t really upset with Davis. After all, he was only a teenaged boy, and intended no harm. Instead she was disappointed in him after thinking of him in such high regards all these years.

 

The thing was that if she didn’t press charges on Davis, her mother would. She’d take it to the highest court in the land if she had to, and she didn’t want Davis to go to jail on account of curiosity, especially not that of her.

 

“Okay,” Sora said after thinking it over. “Okay, I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t show anyone those pictures!”

A sadistic grin spread across Jun’s pretty face.

 

“Excellent,” she said. “Take off your shirt, shoes, socks, and shorts. Leave your underwear on.”

 

“WHAT!?” Sora exclaimed.

 

“What did you think?” Jun said quizzically. “You thought I wanted money? No Sora, ever since I saw you for the first time years ago I was attracted to you. My crush on you is probably what led me to becoming a lesbian now.”

 

Se licked her lips and uncrossed her legs showing that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and then crossed them again on the other side.

 

“Now do it,” she commanded.

 

The dominance in Jun’s voice made Sora a little wet, but she still was horrified by the idea. Davis tried to make a discrete exit, but Jun stopped him.

 

“No brother, wait,” she said. “Go upstairs and get mother’s dildo and her strap on from her special drawer by the window and come back down here. You might want to grab one of dad’s condoms from the drawer- the lubricated ones please.”

 

“But-”

 

“Trust me Davis,” Jun sighed. “This isn’t the only dirt I have on you after cleaning your room. Now go do it. Now!”

 

Looking paler than ever, Davis disappeared up the stairs leaving just Sora and Jun. Sora had taken off her muddy cleats, and socks off, but was too frightened to go any further.

 

“Oh come now,” Jun said restlessly. “I know what I said. The shirt too, and the shorts.”

 

Sora had begun to silently cry now realizing that this was really going to happen. She was being blackmailed into having lesbian sex with a girl she hardly even knew. She began slipping off her blue-stripped shorts revealing a tight pair of white female boxers. Feeling more violated than ever, she finally pulled her soccer shirt over her head and now was sitting there clad in her white bra and boxer shorts.

 

Jun stood up and began circling Sora, who was still in her chair too scared to move.

 

“Just as I imagined,” she said studying Sora’s body. “So strong yet so delicate. So powerful, and yet so frail. So beautiful …”

 

She stopped in front of Sora and leaned over, her nose inches away from Sora’s.

 

“Yet so naive,” she scowled.

 

She put her hand under her chin trying to be delicate, looked deeply into Sora’s big brown eyes and locked her lips onto her own pushing her tongue past Sora’s lips to play with Sora’s own tounge.

 

“Mmppphhhh!” came Sora’s muffled voice as she tried her earnest to push Jun away.

 

Finally Sora’s strength was able to push Jun back away from her. Jun stumbled over the coffee table behind her, but generally looked pleased with herself. She wiped off her lips and smiled.

 

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” she joked.

 

Sora squinted her eyes at her unable to understand how a human being could be so twisted and sick.

 

“What is wrong with you?” she asked in complete disbelief. “I honestly want to know.”

 

Jun ignored her and looked at her underwear instead where a large damp spot had appeared.

 

“Looks like it was,” she said.

 

At that very moment Davis came bounding back down the stairs a strap on, a standard dildo, and several different boxes of condoms under his arm.

 

“Hey,” he said showing that he accepted the situation. “I didn’t know which one of these boxes was the lubricated ones or which was the studded ones. Now is it ‘For Her Pleasure,’ or is it- WOAH-”

 

Davis dropped his supplies, which skidded the rest of the way down to the bottom of the stairs as he looked over the railing at Sora who was blushing in white boxers and a plain white bra. Furthermore, she was wet and had some of his sister’s make-up on.

 

Grabbing his nose which started to bleed he ran back up the stairs.

 

“Oh god,” he said nasally before running up the stairs and out of sight.

 

“He’ll be back,” Jun purred, and then began unbuttoning her shirt. “Take off the undies too Takenouchi.”

 

Sora reluctantly began taking off her last bits of clothing (and consequently, her dignity) while Jun hastily took off her school uniform. Sora felt awkward sitting in the velvety chair without anything clothes on and was blushing the deepest color of crimson ever seen. Jun soon was in her stockings and garter belt, which she didn’t feel like taking off. Smirking, she went to a third couch, which was against the far wall and pushed a button on the size. A foldout bed came from within it with a sheet and cushion included (her father had been sleeping on this last night after having an argument with his wife, their mother.)

 

Jun came back to Sora and practically dragged her over to the foldout playfully (somewhat) shoving her so that she was lying down facing up towards her a look of fear in her eyes. This fear made her feel dominant and got her juices flowing.

 

She more or less attacked Sora with her tongue first coating her small breasts in saliva before biting the nipples, and then using her tongue to explore her naval, and then back to her mouth. Neither of them saw Davis come back down the stairs with yet another different box of condoms and a roll of toilet paper, several squares of which was covering his nose.

 

“I found another-” Davis began, and then he saw Sora, her legs locked around the torso of her naked sister kissing her just like he had seen in all of his father’s secret stash of tapes.

 

Of course, he rolled off some more toilet paper and ran back up the stairs.

 

“Mmmmm” went Sora.

 

“Hmmmm” responded Jun.

 

Sora didn’t want to admit it, but she was really enjoying this. Moreover, she had soaked the stomach of Jun where her sex had been grinding against her captive. They began to grind against each other’s bodies emitting moans and mumbles in the same tempo both of them flushing and feeling the heat of an oncoming orgasm beginning to take them. Sora was just about to have her release when Jun broke the embrace and stood up panting. Sora was left lying on the couch also panting still feeling horny. She took her hand and began to rub herself- first with her palm, and then with two fingers across her clitoris.

 

“Hurry,” she panted. “Get the fucking strap-on.”

This aggressive language Sora used only served to push Jun over the edge. She had heard about mental orgasms where no contact was needed for a climax, but she hadn’t believed them until now.

 

“Mmmmmmooohhhh god!” he screamed falling to her knees as electricity consumed her entire body in the heat of an orgasm.

 

Not even waiting for the first orgasm to end she began to rapidly shove two slender fingers in and out of her slit panting and moaning wildly hitting yet another orgasm seconds later.

 

“Stop fucking yourself and get the dildo,” Sora panted. “Before I cum.”

 

Jun barely had the energy to stand up feeling as if every muscle in her body had fallen asleep, drained from the orgasm. She had to crawl over to the bottom of the stairs where the dildo and strap-on lay, and then back over to the couch because her calves had absolutely no energy left in them to support her full bodyweight.

 

Quickly deciding that she had no use for the regular dildo, Jun threw it aside and quickly put on her strap-on. Then, and only then, did Sora finally stop masturbating, and grabed a pillow in order to prepare for what was about to happen.

 

Jun Motamiya was not one for foreplay. She knew what she wanted, and when she wanted it. Plus, being a gay woman, she didn’t need foreplay in order to excite one of her own, as she had just demonstrated. She was so caught up in the moment that she didn’t figure that Sora still had her hymen intact so she simply plunged in.

 

“OWWWWW!” Sora cried out, and a few salty tears immediately fall from her tear ducts.

 

Jun pulled back out and looked at her lover in the face. Sora seemed to be suffering from Stockholm syndrome, but was in pain nonetheless. Jen pulled out her bloodstained dildo and looked at her deeply in the eyes putting her arm under her head to levitate her a bit.

 

“Are you alright?” Jun said looking horrorstruck. “I thought that… you know… with Matt that you had already …”

 

A teary eyed Sora looked at the distorted vision of Jun Motamiya whom she suddenly felt a strong bond with. She knew now that Jun didn’t want to hurt her, but thought this was the only was she could get together with her. That’s love- a sick and twisted version of it, but love nonetheless. Sora wiped the burning tears from her eyes and gave Jun a peck on the cheek before lying down and taking a deep breath.

 

“Keep going,” she said, her eyes closed and face contorted in preparation of the pain.

 

Jun smiled and began hammering away again breaking the hymen in another three strikes. Now she was pumping away at Sora, the eight-inch dildo stretching her insides to accommodate her. Jun was panting as much as Sora because this was a very special dildo that had a little nub on the other end so as to stimulate the person wearing it. In addition, it squirted artificial semen when a button was hit on the side of the device.

 

Sora had never known sex could be so wonderful. She always thought that the guys were the only ones having fun the times that a curious Tai and co. looked at pornography whilst hanging out. Perhaps in some cases that was true, but not this one. Jun knew what spots to hit, and knew Sora’s body almost better than Sora did.

 

After another five minutes of pumping the two were ready to have synchronized orgasms.

 

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh! Sora!” Jun cried.

 

“So good … so good …” was all that Sora could manage to get out.

 

After three more pumps the two of them let out high feminine shrieks, moans, and pants as they had their orgasm to the same time- almost to the second.

 

The next thirty seconds was the cooling off period in which the two of them simply lay there starring at the ceiling.

 

“Oh,” Jun said. “I almost forgot …”

 

And she hit the little button on the side of her strap-on which sent nearly a pint of artificial, but very realistic, semen straight into Sora’s womb which caused her to have yet another orgasm with the power to two.

 

“OH GOD!” she cried out. “That was … so … good.”

 

“Sure you don’t have Stockholm?” Jun chuckled weakly.

 

Sora simply closed her eyes.

 

“I’m sure,” she said. “And the pictures? You can keep them as long as you promise me something …”

 

“What’s that?” Jun asked.

 

“Blackmail me at least once a weak,” she joked, and the two of them fell asleep hugging each other’s naked bodies, artificial seed soiling them both just when Davis came bounding down the stairs in his Veemon boxers.

 

“My nose finally stopped blee-” he began cheerfully, and saw that the both of them were asleep already. “Aw shit, that’s not even right.”

 

He looked up at the ceiling and shook his fist to the heavens.

 

“Why is it that I never get the girl?” he cried. “Throw me a bone damn it! I was blackmailed for the love of god, and I get didily squat.”

 

Sighing he walked down the rest of the chairs only to slip on a loose condom and fall face first onto the ground.

 

“Yep,” he grumbled. “Those are definitely the lubricated ones …”

Notorious: No message or any psycho-crap here, just pure %100 pure lemony goodness.

 

Producer: *sniff*

 

Notorious: What the hell is your problem?

 

Producer: *crying* that story was so beautiful … *sobs*

 

Notorious: … What are you talking about? She tricked her into coming over to her house in order to blackmail her into having sex? Davis spent have the story advertising Metallica and denim jeans before falling and busting his ass on a condom. You find that romantic?

 

Producer: *sniff*

 

Notorious: …I will never understand women.

 

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