corndog girl

	"You know... I don't do this for just anybody. But you, you're a very troublesome boy. You need to be taught a lesson."

	The sake-slicked words of a familiar voice snake their way into your ears, made especially tantalizing as you cannot see the pink lips from which they slip. Your eyes are obstructed with a blindfold and your hands are bound by rope behind your back - you cannot remember how things became this way, but the soft, playful giggle coming from the girl before you hint that it was something you went along with willingly.

	The subtle swish of cloth fastens coming undone fills the room; you hear an article of clothing fall gently to the floor. You feel sweat begin to form on your forehead, and you swallow nervously. Something soft and warm touches your lips and your mind fills with a fog of haze as your cheeks burn red.

	"Open your mouth."

	You thoughtlessly obey, unable to fathom any alternative. The soft, doughy thing presses past your lips and you feel it on your tongue - it's sticky and sweet, the consistency reminding you of molded rice candy. You are suddenly very confused, and an invasive finger reaches under your blindfold and lifts it, revealing the stick of dango that's been shoved halfway into your mouth.

	A BOOM high in the sky above you wakes you from your daydream, followed by a sizzling crackle. The firework show was beginning, bottlerockets and streamers were being launched from a clay dragon's mouth by eager looking children, their smiling supervisors not far away. You shake your head and look around, and suddenly you remember the pink-haired girl in her rosy yukata and white hair buns. She's pointing couple of dango spears at you, an agitated look painting her face.

	"I said, take one! Or I'm just gonna eat 'em both. Don't think I won't!" She presses one of the dango against your face until you take it from her. When you finally do, she smiles, then inserts her entire stick of dango into her mouth, eating all three dumplings at once. She chews slowly, giving you a smug smile that she is clearly struggling to maintain, as her mouth is quite full.

	She drags you from one end of the festival to the other, partaking in every game and sideshow that tickles her fancy. You snatch a goldfish to give to her in a small bag, you win her a small stuffed cloth tanuki with your precise ringtoss skills, and she manages to place just under you in the strongman mallet contest... For some reason, you feel like she made you appear stronger than her on purpose, if only just a little.

	The two of you approach a foreign food stall full of all manner of western delicacies. Hamburgers slathered in melted cheese and sauce, deep fried dairy foods, and potato curls covered in chilly and cheese. The girl takes interest in the pork sausages covered in fried dough, called 'corn dogs' by westerners. You buy one for the both of you. She gingerly takes a bite, then walks away from the stall.

	"Hey, come here..." She calls to you once the two of you have distanced yourselves from the stall. She keeps her back to you until you've approached. She turns around, blushing, gazing coyly at you.

	"Watch this," she whispers, and she slowly slides the corndog into her mouth, inch by inch. She stops when it is almost entirely engulfed and she wraps her lips around it tightly, her face bright red.

	Then she bites deeply into it and removes the nearly empty stick from mouth, chewing while her lashes flutter at you. As she assesses your reaction she nearly doubles over with laughter, her cheeks full of corndog.

	"That was fun, but I think I'm ready to go home for the night. Will you take me?" She asks, wrapping herself around your arm. She begins to walk along the path out of the festival before you can react, taking you with her. It's a wild summer night; fireflies buzz among the cool summer wind and the cheer of the festival slowly fades away into the background behind you. Feeling the warmth of her head resting on your shoulder, you close your eyes as you walk for a moment, letting it sink in how lucky you are to have such a cute girl with you on such a nice night. You sigh contentedly - when you suddenly realize she's not holding your arm anymore. You open your eyes to find no one there next to you, and you quickly spin around to see a pair of legs disappearing into the wall of the building next to you, kicking and flailing. You recognize the clogs she was wearing as they sink into the bricks, and you stand there a moment, scratching your head.

	Briefly, you wonder if you are asleep - which would make sense, as taking a pretty girl to a festival with you is definitely something you thought you'd only do in your dreams. When you pinch yourself, however, you are met only with a sharp painful reply from your nerves. You resolve that you cannot abandon the girl to her mysterious fate, but when you place your hand on the wall, it definitely feels solid. So you gingerly circle around the building until you find the darkened entrance. Steeling yourself, you creep inside.

	The building is completely lightless inside, the lights from the nearby festival fading soon after the threshold. You feel along the wall to guide yourself and tiptoe along, careful not to make any sudden movements that might end with you banging your foot against something in the dark.

	With the entrance well behind you, your only vision is the fuzzy mental outline of your hand along the wall and the idea of the building forming in your head as you feel along. You call the girl's name, quietly, hoping not to surprise anyone who might be lurking inside. You come to a sliding door, and you begin to slowly push it aside...

	You hear a quiet gurgling noise, like an animal attemping to swallow something whole. You sharply inhale through your nose, startled, taking a clumsy step backward that clunks against the creaking floorboards. The creature in front of you takes notice, made apparent by the clamor of footsteps and the sniffing in your direction. It doesn't take long for the thing to take in your scent, and you sense it coming toward you, you can feel its piercing gaze through the sightless darkness.

	"Oh? It appears a knight in shining armor has come for you, 'ordinary hermit.'" A sultry, silken and mature voice slides into the empty space in the darkness, followed by a rather vexing giggle. You hear a familiar sounding gasp beneath her - the girl you followed inside is being held captive!

	"Bring him here, Yoshika!" You hear the mature voice command, and a pair of outstretched arms grasp you by the shoulders, tugging you violently into the room. You fall face-first onto the wooden floor, but you are quickly dragged forward, the thing tugging on your clothing. Before long you can hear the ragged, frightened breaths of someone right in front of you. You'd found who you were looking for, but this was not the rescue you were hoping for.

	A crackling noise like static elecricity buzzes above your head, and suddenly you can see again - a small, blue orb of lightning floats harmlessly above a hand sporting blue polish on its nails. Your vision slowly drifts to the arm its connected to, and the woman in the pale blue dress and translucent ribbons the arm appears to belong to. Her hair is a deep cyan, with what appears to be a golden rose ornament tying her looped hairbun together. Her other arm is holding the pink-haired girl steady against the wall, a sight that causes you to scratch your head - you slowly take notice that the blue woman's torso has completely disappeared inside that wall.

	Behind you, you feel something nudge you persistantly toward the two of them at the wall. When it feels you are close enough, it sits down behind you and wraps its legs around your waist, as if to hold you still. Its chin drops onto your shoulder - you turn your head to see a rather ghastly, sickly girl with raven hair and a red cap. Her arms drape over you, outstretched - she doesn't seem capable of bending them. Her tongue rolls out of her mouth onto your shoulder, licking you. She occasionally nibbles at you feebly, unable to break the skin.

	"So, Ibaraki, are these the scholarly pursuits your immortal hermit life has lead to? Seducing young, impressionable men... so that you may spirit them away and sap them of their vitality. Isn't that right?" The mature-sounding woman cackles, her blue-painted lips twisted into a cruel smile.

	"N-no! I would never...!" The pink-haired girl cries out, struggling in vain against her captor.

	"Oh, is that so?" The blue woman grasps the girl's chin and directs her face in your direction. "Look at him. Helpless, weak... ripe and virile. Can you deny your desire to devour him?"

	The girl's quivering eyes fix on you, and in the poor light you could almost swear you see her lick her lips. The woman in the wall frees her, but as the pink-haired girl begins to take a step away, she is pushed violently forward. She tumbles to her knees and her face falls squarely into your lap. She quickly rises, her face beet red.

	"I'm... I'm sorry. The truth is, hermits like me need to suck out vitality from young men in order to maintain their youthful appearance." She blushes, undoing your pants with her long, feminine fingers. "I was going to let it happen naturally... But so long as we're like this, why wait?" She smiles, but you're not really sure you're okay with having your 'vitality sucked out.'

	Her eyes sink half-closed and her face lowers into your pants. You can feel her breath on you, and a drop of saliva falls from her lips into your underwear. You feel your head going white as the blood leaves your brain...

	"Hey! Are you going to sleep all morning?"

	The playful but annoyed voice of a young girl calls into your room, rudely rousing you from your slumber. Your arms and legs are stiff and tired, and crawling out of bed takes a great deal of effort. You feel dizzy as you rise to your feet, and nearly fall again as you catch sight of the blinding sunlight pouring in through the window. Your head spins... You can't imagine why you're so weak.

	"Are you alright? Be more careful," the familiar girl with the pink hair and white hairbuns calls worriedly to you, taking you in her strangely strong arms. There's something about her face that confuses you - you can't quite put your finger on it, but she seems somehow younger by several years.