Little Red Riding Ruki

By Lord Tarsisk.

Soyez influencé –Be influenced!

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(A/N:

>>>Someone’s POV<<<

Someone’s thoughts

“Someone’s speech…” As if you couldn’t tell that one. Honestly, some people are just plain stupid.

After being raped, twice, Ruki had to watch her beloved Takato-chan get the shit punched out of him… But did he quit? No! He got right up and beat Renamon with a frying pan. (A little dirty, don’t you think?) Now they’re back, safe and sound, and trying to take the next step.

And I never promised anyone I’d deliver the Guilmon bread. But I will, sometime, tell you whether peanut butter goes with bananas. That I did promise. Also in this chapter is a pretty blatant reference to one of my other stories (Can you guess which one?)

Here it is… Little Red Riding Ruki, part IV.

BTW: Takato is turning sixteen. Everyone else—even Ryo (though he doesn’t look it)—is fifteen.)

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>>>Ruki’s POV<<<

I never thought this would ever happen… least of all with Takato.

Ruki was nervous. In her right hand, she held Takato's hand; she couldn’t hold much in the other. In her coat pocket was his watch—the birthday gift she’d intended to give him a week earlier. Needless to say, it would have to serve a more romantic, intimate purpose now.

Makino looked over her right shoulder, and watched Takato as his eyes flicked over the menu. They both sat against the same cushion at their table against the wall of the Italian restaurant. She moved her hand to his cheek, and stroked his cheek; he looked from his menu to her, smiling a slight grin. Takato was a good four inches taller than her, so when she looked up, turned her upper body, and brought her lips to his, he had to lower his head. Their lips met, a small kiss, a quick peck on the lips.

Takato grinned the stupid grin he saved for her. Her tension relieved, Ruki returned to the menu, wondering how she would finally prove that they were together for a long time, if not forever. She leaned in against his chest, and felt his arms come up and around her waist. At least he’s better at making his move, Ruki thought to herself. Takato signaled to the waiter that they were ready to order.

“Ah, true love. I am happy, there is much happiness and love about tonight,” the Italian waiter said in choppy Japanese, gesturing to the other couples around the restaurant. It was, after all, a very romantic restaurant. “What do you desire?”

Ruki’s eyes flickered to the menu one last time, just to confirm her order. “I’ll have… an eight-ounce steak, medium, please.” She remembered how good it used to feel, to give orders and have people follow her.

“Make it two,” Takato said quickly, ignoring the insanely high price, handing the menu to the waiter. Ruki thought for a second that he would have had anything that she had. The waiter nodded, and left silently to take someone else’s order. Ruki leaned back against Takato, and felt his warmth spread from his chest to her back. He was very comfortable; he seemed to be made specifically for her. The two sat in silence for a while; or they talked about school, life, love; or they kissed silently; or they would just sit and look at each other.

The steaks didn’t take much time to arrive. When the entrées did arrive, Ruki was faced with a tremendous problem, one that threatened everything.

In one hand, Ruki held her fork.

In the other, she held her knife.

Or at least, she tried to. It was all she could do to keep from breaking down and crying—and in a romantic restaurant like this? She turned and buried her face in Takato's chest, oblivious to the buttons on his shirt. She chocked back a sob, and held back her wails of anguish. She was tired of crying.

Ruki felt Takato shift his arms around her. Blinking, she looked and watched Takato switch their plates; he cut her steak first, then his own. Ruki smiled, and wiped her eyes, muttering, “Thanks.”

Together forever.

She looked up and kissed Takato again.

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Takato hummed a tune to himself, his wallet considerably lighter, as the two walked home, in the general direction of home. He stopped for a second to admire his new watch. The refreshing wind blew past Makino, causing her to shiver. She turned and leaned against Takato—

—As the snow drifted in and underneath Takato's coat, causing Ruki to shiver, as she had no other clothing on. Ryo came running up, stating that there was an ambulance “on it’s way.” Takato nodded, not taking his intense gaze off of Ruki, constantly checking her face, her pulse, making sure that she was breathing. Ruki passed in and out of consciousness several times.

Her eyes flashed open and she stiffened. Takato eyes moved from his watch to her, watching her suspiciously, as Ruki’s breath became ragged, more rapid; her eyes were more unfocused, dilated—

—Staring at a blurred wall through tears, as pain shredded through her again and again. Renamon pounded into her, repeatedly, and though it was all fuzzy, Ruki could still feel each and every bruise and cut. Her vagina screamed out in sweet agony, transmitting the weakest of pain. Ruki could care less about the physicalities: all she felt was emotional and mental pain. She wanted—needed—to let go and forget reality. She wished she could give way to her animalistic instincts, but couldn’t. And she couldn’t stop Renamon either. All she could do was think; all she thought about was that Takato would never be her first.

The pain in her hand spiked, igniting her nerves; she felt herself falling to her knees. Takato saw movement, grabbed, missed, and windmilled on one foot. He fell behind Ruki, who knelt with her knees together and her heels apart. Takato winced as he landed chest first on the hard street.

Ruki was left with a strong, vivid vision or a pair of blood red eyes overlapping the dark, silent street. Screams of pain and torture, squeals of delight, smacking noises, and growls of pleasure rammed through her head like a sledgehammer. She tried to regain full consciousness, as she cried and sobbed, memories hitting her with their full force. Lights flickered on in the houses around them. Makino was forced to wipe her eyes with one hand, and failed miserably.

Takato hugged her from behind, unsure of what to do. He offered his hand to wipe her eyes, but couldn’t. He whispered comforting statements in her ear, hugging her constantly, but to no avail.

Well, it did work, eventually. Ruki eventually stopped crying, her sobs turning to whimpers, then to sighs as she regained her composure. While she didn’t like losing her control, she had been doing this a lot lately. Makino got up, with some help from Matsuda—who made sure to grab for her right hand—and they walked over to the sidewalk, stepping up and over the dirty snow banks left by the snowplows.

They stood there for a moment, silent, holding hands. Ruki was the first to break the pause, and in a rush. “I’m sorry, Takato, I just can’t get her out of my head, she sc-scares me, and I don’t think she’s dead, she can’t be, Takato, I just—”

“Shh, it’s okay. I understand. What you went through is incredibly terrifying to think about. I wouldn’t have believed it myself had I not been there. I’m here to help you, to love you through this period.”

Ruki starred. “Oh, Takato, I lo-love you! You’re so, so, so caring—” she stammered.

“It’s okay, I know. I love you too-” he interrupted again.

Makino interrupted him back. “No, listen! I have to say this. I love you. I desperately love you. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. This past week has been incredible! But I’m afraid that… well… I want to prove it to you. You know?”

Takato blushed; in the heavy darkness he couldn’t tell that Ruki was also blushing.

“But I’m afraid that I can’t. Won’t be able to, because it hurts! Emotionally, mentally, physically, everything hurts. And I’m afraid. I’m afraid I can never make love to you like I want to, Takato-chan.”

Takato scratched the back of his head, and looked away, trying to blink away his tears. She knew how to ‘heavy up’ the situation. “Well, umm, be that as it may,” he said, his voice rising to a squeak, climbing an octave as he wept silently; “I don’t care.” I do care, but she could never know that.

Ruki looked at him. He continued; his voice was back under control, but his tears weren’t. “I don’t care if you—we—can’t have sex. It isn’t about the sex, even though it would be… umm… very good. I can—will—still love you, for a very long time, at least. I know that one day, you and I will come to that bridge, and we’ll cross it, mark my words. So for now, I don’t care, because I’m not worried. I want to marry you, have kids with you, live with you—all in good time, of course, but my love is that large.”

Matsuda turned back to her; his blush was still there, but he was smiling like a smile button. Ruki chuckled.

“And that’s why I love you, Taka-chan.”

“I love you too, Ruki-chan.”

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>>>?’s POV<<<

So… cold… so… painful… oh, it hurts…

The light from outside had disappeared for another night. As the clouds covered up over the moon, shadows passed along the ground, cooling the frozen earth even further. Wind whipped past the small construction, causing the timbered walls to groan and creak. With the door open for a long time, the entire inside was frozen solid, and covered with a thickening layer of snow: dark, dark snow.

A noise, from the middle of the floor. A small lump of snow moved slowly, as the creature underneath began to move. Her red eyes nearly melted the snow around her face, as the dry snow shifted and fell off of Renamon. She struggled to regain consciousness and stand up. Her shoulder… her shoulder felt as if someone had taken a knife to it and slit a three-inch gash into the muscle fibers. She remembered the sharp edge of the frying pan flying towards her—The boy would pay, no doubt. But how?

Renamon’s thought’s returned to their previous encounter. Ruki, massaging herself in a devious attempt to quell her search for Takato. She, too, would pay. But why had her arousal been felt in Renamon’s body? More than that, when Ruki had been lying in the cold, hard snow, her hand bleeding, Renamon had felt just as cold. Renamon felt the connection, as sure as she could feel her pulsing red cuts along her body. She guessed her only revenge would be to use that connection against Ruki.

But how?

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Bathed in a blue/UV light, Takato lay sprawled across the bed, panting heavily in the evening air. Ruki stood before him, admiring him openly, blushing heavily. His body glowed in the blue light; his lightly tanned skin shone across the darker sheets. Takato didn’t look at her; he just stared, panting, at the ceiling. He knew what would come.

Ruki sat down on the bed beside him, admiring him openly, especially his length, which was lengthy enough. Ruki felt warm and tingly, but also felt extremely cold. She shivered, and found herself in Takato's embrace suddenly, his warm chest easing her chill. She turned, and looked at him, and kissed him; when her tongue flicked across his lips he dutifully opened up to allow access.

Their tongues met, once, twice, again and again and again; his saliva mixing with her in the most erotic of ways. He felt her arms wrap around him, begin stroking his chest, his shoulders, his sides. Taking the hint, which was none-too subtle, he brought his hands up and pulled her shoulder straps down, peeling her top from her warm, sweating skin, which shivered in the air.

Flashes, flashes of snow, drifting around them—neither paid any attention as Makino felt her bra undone from behind, felt her bra slide off her breasts, felt her breasts exposed to the open air. Takato broke their kiss, leaving a trail of kisses down her right side, licking her neck, her shoulder, down the side of her right breast, across the tip; he paused for a moment, then engulfed the nipple as best he could.

Makino moaned, spurring Matsuda on further, as he kneaded the other breast. He felt her hands roam his own body, rubbing and massaging his chest, his abdomen, and his inner thighs. Now Matsuda moaned, which tickled her breast. Takato felt his member groan and grow in pleasure, incredibly high levels of blood pumping through his veins to his penis. Ruki’s hand brushed against his cock, and she wrapped it around him, stroking the sides before pumping it hard.

Takato withdrew from her chest, tried to thank her, please her, hold some sort of sensible phrase—but the most coherent words from his mouth were, “Oh, god…”

“Just enjoy, my sweet Taka-chan. Don’t worry; I’m going to take good care of you, Takato.”

Takato merely nodded, and leaned back, as his lover stroked his member. He reached around for something to grab, and felt her head in his hands. Ruki felt him grab her, and smiled. As his member stretched and twisted to her hands, she felt him start to twitch and groan in the blue light. Smiling, she lowered her head and opened her mouth to his spasming cock. She licked along the tip—

“Oh, god, I’m going to cum! RUKI!”

—And he screamed her name as his cock unloaded in her mouth. She felt his hands rub against her head, and started swallowing as fast as she could. He thrust, accidentally, pushing his member far down her mouth, and into her throat. She gagged, spurting out cum and saliva all over his stomach and abdomen and the sheets underneath.

Takato stared in awe; all thoughts left from his head, as she coughed up come and dribbled it along his thighs. It was extremely arousing, watching her as his dick shrank, squirting out the last of its come. If that was what a blowjob was like, he could forget any in the future, unless he could convince her that he needed practice.

Ruki started to lick her face clean, but Matsuda stopped her; instead, he knelt down to her face and licked it clean himself. His come was slightly tacky, slightly salty—but he loved it, because it came from her mouth. Her tongue left her mouth and met his in midair; they closed the gap and kissed again, Takato feeling his member all covered in sticky fluids. He felt her mouth pull from his, and whimpered.

Ruki smiled, kissed his cheek, and pulled back, panting heavily. She wiped her face on her sleeve, and sighed contently. She eyed him devilishly. He gasped for air, and looked at her, his big stupid grin on again. He didn’t say anything for a moment, he just felt around his cock, groping and trying to massage it back to life sooner.

Makino ended the silence. “Well? Are you going to return the favor, or am I going to have to relieve myself?”

Takato continued staring. “You want me to… l-lick you? Th-there?” He blushed.

She nodded. “Unless you don’t want to. I can do it myself, and you can watch, Takato—but I’d wish you would.”

Takato paused. As much as Ruki fingering herself had dominated his dreams for the past week or so, he didn’t want her to have to do all the work—even if he was slightly nervous. But he knew that doing this would not only prove him worthy, but would be extremely fun as well.

He smiled. “Sure.” He paused for a second, and then added, “Let me do all the work. You just relax.”

Ruki smirked and lay down on the bed. Takato, still completely bare, knelt over her and pulled her shirt over her head, slowly, dangerously slowly. Ruki knew he was trying to tease her. As the bunched up shirt was pulled up and over her breasts, he followed it with his tongue, licking trails up her chest to her neck, and from her neck to her face, still able to taste drops of come. Makino shuddered, feeling his hot breath on her cheeks, as her shirt was removed and thrown to the floor.

Takato looked her in the eyes, a silent, unspoken question. Ruki nodded, more of a demand than anything else. Matsuda brought his hand down and slowly unbuckled her belt, then slid her fly down and unbuttoned her jeans. Sliding them down to her ankles, he came upon one of the most erotic sights he would ever see: a pair of panties, slightly damp with her precum, imprinted with a picture of a broken heart. He shuddered.

Matsuda bent down and ran his tongue across her panties, tasting delicious arousal through the cotton fabric, feeling her mound from within. Ruki’s hips buckled with pleasure; Ruki moaned in thankfulness. Takato leaned down at the foot of the bed, his head directly above her opening. With a steadying breath, an inhaling of scent, he brought his teeth to the elastic band and slowly pulled down her last barrier, inhaling again and again. She smelled sooo good. He slid them down to her ankles as well; free from resistance her knees instinctively spread apart, revealing her womanhood.

Takato pressed his hand to her mound, and felt the wetness that was trickling down near the bottom, felt the delta of cherry-blonde hair near the top. He pushed in his index finger, exploring by feeling alone. He pushed in his other index finger and spread her labia apart; near the top was a red, sweaty bulb of flesh Takato guessed was her clit. Letting the throbbing walls close up again, he moved his finger up and stroked the bulb, hearing moans and whimpers of pleasure from Makino. Now it was Ruki who struggled to keep in control of her mouth, but in the end all she could do was moan and whimper.

Her back arched; she brought her hand up and started squeezing her right breast; with her thumb and index finger she twisted and squeezed her nipple, causing her to gasp. Her pussy became wetter and wetter, her moans became louder and louder, until every breath she took was either a gasp or a moan. Takato pulled his fingers out and lowered his head. His tongue flicked out and licked up her juices along her walls before feverishly attacking the inside, paying special attention to when Ruki’s moans were the loudest.

“Oh, Taka-chan! Yes! Uhh,” she cried, as her hips violently crashed up and down on the bed sheet. Makino could feel her orgasm approaching, and as Takato continued to suck her dry, there was little she could do. In her mind she nearly counted down the seconds.

“God, Taka-chan! I—URGHH, UHH… OH, YES…” she cried again, cumming all over Takato's face and chin. He held her down to the bed as she twisted and writhed along the sheets. She cried in pleasure and looked at Taka-chan in awe as he continued to lick up all her juices. He drew a deep breath—

Ruki blinked.

—And sent a gust of cool air in between her sex, causing a flurry of emotions. Pleasure. Excitement. Relief.

Terror. She watched in horror as Takato looked up and smiled, showing short but noticeable fangs. His face turned a deep shade of yellow, his eyes to red—Renamon looked up from Ruki’s crotch and smirked. She continued smirking, as Ruki started screaming, in horror, of being raped again; and pain, as her hand spiked in a torrent of anguish and agony.

Oh, god, no, please! Takato, please help me! HELP ME! PLEASE…

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Ruki awoke in her bed, covered in sweat and cum, her hand burning in a dull pain. She clamped down hard on her mouth—she didn’t want to cry anymore. So she lay there, moaning in pain and fright. She still had the ability to transmit thoughts to Makino, that much was obvious—but reality? Sensations and feelings and sounds, as well as sights? Ruki lay there, in a dull terror that would fade only with time.

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Well, there you go—chapter IV of the infamous Little Red Riding Ruki. Renamon now has the means to get back at Ruki for all the nasty things Ruki did to her—because, of course, Renamon isn’t at fault here. Takato has confessed his wish to be with her, but will she ever get to do the deed without feeling pain? It would need a lot of pleasure to overcome the amount of terror and pain that she now feels.

Oh yes, the answer to that burning question: Does peanut butter go well with bananas? Yes. Yes, it does—especially if you slice them and have it as a sandwich. Oh, yeah.

© 2002 LORD TARSISK (Not the characters, or anything else Toei owns, just everything else! Don’t steal my ideas, or the insects will get you!)