Notes: Another fic for the dreamwidth community kink_bingo. This time, the kink in question is an enema. Not worksafe. As always, I call the main character, Musica.
Musica wanted to vanish. Not just from the mall Pharmacy, but from the entire world. Elizabeth did it again. Walked around, looked at things, talked about them, and imparted knowledge that Musics didn't know about, but didn't ask for. Usually, such a thing wasn't a big deal; not THAT big a deal at least, but today, things changed.
Elizabeth held a package above her head. She turned it over, to the side, treating it like a kid holding a Christmas present as a means of figuring out what was inside. Only in this case, the labels couldn't be more obvious if they flashed in neon lights. Anyone walking by could have easily seen what Elizabeth eye-balled. She must have assumed that no one saw anything because she saw fit to READ the labels.
"Ultimate Anal douche!"
"Rectal cleaning system!"
She smiled. "This is interesting." Elizabeth looked over at Musica, clearly oblivious to his red face and shifty eyed gaze. "An anal douche. Also known as an enema."
"Uhm, well, yea." Musica stammered.
"Sounds erotic." This time, Elizabeth whispered. Her eyes glittered like the store lights reflecting off plastic. "Think about it."
"I can't." Musica managed to reply.
"Oh, come on. You can at least try." Elizabeth finally put the "Ultimate Anal douche back where it belong. Only to pick up another one labeled "The Guyser". This one had a man who looked he just won the lottery plastered all over the cover. "He looks happy!" She put it back on the shelf before examining it further. "I can't say I blame him. His colon is nice and cleansed".
"Can we go somewhere else?" Musica asked.
"I'd love to. Let's visit the fountain." Elizabeth walked on ahead with Musica trailing behind her.
Nothing changed at the mall fountains. Water continued to splash out in many different directions, many the same sounds. Same stuff, different day. Some people threw in coins, but Elizabeth didn't bother to this time around. Instead, she looked at some of the liquid jets rising and falling in the air.
"Wouldn't you like to sit on one of those?" She asked, blinking with an innocence Musica knew she didn't actually have. "Can you imagine water shooting into your rectum?"
"Nope."
"I could. It's such an interesting contradiction, really." Elizabeth walked around Musica as if he turned into a classroom with her as the teacher. "You shoot something pure and clean inside of you. Then, you expel the contents of your intestines, creating filth all around you, but you are clean on the inside."
"Er, okay." Musica nodded, hoping that none of his friends decided to go shopping here.
Elizabeth's eyes widened. "That's all you have to say?" She laughed. "Don't you think Ryoji would be interested? I hear that enemas are an excellent form of foreplay."
Musica couldn't think of anything to say except for "hell" and "no". He didn't say those words out loud. In fact, he didn't want to talk anymore. He just wanted the date to end right about, oh, now.
"Can we go somewhere else?" He managed to ask.
"Sure, I would love to!" Elizabeth replied. "But, first..." Elizabeth ran back into the pharmacy.
Musica truly hoped that she was buying an "anal douche" for herself and not as a "gift."
