Three days to the dream wedding
Two black, hooded figures, along with their oversized luggage, scurried through the foggy alleys under the cover of darkness. Only the moonlight as a silent witness in this otherwise pitch-black night dully illuminated the conspiratorial two-man-one-packed real-doll constellation that was on a Top Secret mission on the outskirts of the Kabukicho district. Their destination? Mamoru was about to inquire about that with Motoki as well
"Motoki" Mamoru mumbled softly to his best friend through his balaclava "why do you want to deliver the doll here of all places?"
Motoki shifted his black ski mask a little so he could speak better and whispered back
"Simple. The streets here - unlike the rest of Tokyo - are not video monitored because they are private alleys. Besides" Motoki glanced a bit wistfully at the box next to him "the area here is the so-called 'Golden Gai'. Randy Reika should be safe from straight pigs there. Maybe she'll find a fancy home, learn to bake or something."
Mamoru raised a hooded eyebrow, and if he hadn't been masked, you could have seen a sly smile as well
"She's kind of grown on you, hasn't she?"
"Well, she has my sister's face and my fiancée's name. That stupid Richard of yours really did a great job of that. If I ever get to see him, I'll-"
"Hey you two pretties!"
Mamoru and Motoki were deeply frightened when they suddenly heard a dark voice from behind them that seemed to be addressing them directly. Slowly they turned around and immediately looked into the face of a real drag queen, adorned with the most garish make-up.
Dressed in a glittering gold outfit, however, she looked more like a nicely pimped, slightly chunky liverwurst. The coarse kind, of course. Motoki and Mamoru swallowed hard as "Golden Thunder" as the artificial sausage in the golden skin introduced herself to them, approached the two hooded men with a broad grin on her purple lips.
"Oh Lovelies, what brings you two here to my second home?"
"Well uhh, we have... something... someone to give away."
"A Real Doll to be exact. With really big boobs and a huge butt." Motoki added weightily.
The drag queen's heavily made up eyes grew quite large as her gaze fell on the pitch black box
"So if you're into smut here, then you've come to the wrong place. I have a small revue theater and do not run a brothel! Or Bordoll... or whatever it's called! And anyway, why do you show up here with balaclavas and completely dressed in black! The fetish booth is that way. Naughty Naru surely will have a place for you on her hot chair, and tight leather clothes are included in the price, along with fifteen free whippings. Rrrrrrrr!"
The idea of being tied to a chair in patent leather and whipped for half the night by a dominatrix made Mamoru sick to his stomach. Motoki, however, remained suspiciously calm and gave Golden Thunder a mild - one could say unimpressed - smile back
"We have no interest whatsoever in more sexually arousing humiliation, we just want to get rid of our rubber doll. My friend is getting married in a few days so Randy Reika has to make room for his fiancée."
Briefly, the personified golden sausage pondered and then finally said.
"Well, I could use someone for the bar, at least she won't drink anything. Or I could just put her up as our toilet attendant. She can't steal either. Let me see."
"Happy to!" Motoki grinned a broad smile hidden by the hood and set about opening the box. To his surprise, the Real Doll seemed coy and refused to come out of its blackened packaging.
It even slightly appeared as if she was rattling her box in annoyance.
"This thing is stuck, Mamoru give me a hand."
The two men were now tugging at the lid together. Finally, Mamoru took heart and tore into the entire top of the box... and what he saw there made him freeze to the spot
"USAGI ????????????"
"Mamo-chan, can you please explain to me what you're doing here in the red light district of Tokyo!"
That's when his fiancée truly rattled in the box... or better... Bride, because she was dressed in a full wedding gown. Including an upper cheesy veil.
WOT THE F... ?!
Instead of an adequate answer to her yet very justified question, he could only think of two counter-questions, which he asked her rather incredulously
"B-but... what are you doing here in Randy Reika's box and where is she anyway!"
Before Usagi could answer him, Motoki flipped the box shut again and turned to his best friend. Thanks to his balaclava, his expression was inscrutable
"Mamoru, we have to get out of here. Right now. Just trust me."
All at once, a very nasty suspicion crept into Mamoru's mind as he looked at the drag queen's diabolically grinning bright red lips
"I'll take her!"
"What????" came it from the two men all at once
"She looks cute, could pass for a schoolgirl. I'll put her in my second business, the Pink Girls Club, which you have to imagine as a crowded train. Filled with willing girls that everyone can shamelessly grab everywhere for a hundred bucks. You know that prostitution is forbidden in Japan, guys. But the railroad groping is really a lucrative business next to the whole drug trade and the other criminal activities that I do with my family here. So, what do you guys want for the little blonde chick?"
Mamoru didn't want anything, he just wanted to get away from this shady place and the golden guy who most likely had a richly tattooed body under his glittery full body condom. He had to get out of here as soon as possible if he cared about his life. But something suddenly stopped him. Firmly on his shoulders. From behind. He was paralyzed and looked around desperately for Motoki. But he was no longer there. Neither was Usagi or the box. Only this huge black shadow, which in the next moment pulled out a samurai sword and murmured somberly in Mamoru's ear
"Sumiyoshi-kai"
He squinted as fast as he could. He didn't catch the sword stroke, thank goodness, because all at once Mamoru...
...woke up.
In his cozy warm king size bed in his new penthouse apartment.
Bathed in sweat, he grabbed his forehead and took a few deep breaths in and out.
"Thank God... It was just a dream."
As he let his gaze wander out the window, he felt the same as the weather out there; thick, light gray clouds greeted him and a light drizzle rained against the window. A classic "no snow again because too warm" winter day. Mamoru was already shivering in his cozy warm bed at the thought of having to leave the apartment today. But what else could he do?
After they had not gotten rid of the doll yesterday, everything had to be done today to say goodbye to Randy Reika. Motoki had said goodbye to him with the mysterious remark that he would watch a few more mafia movies to create the perfect plan for the operation "get rid of the bitch".
Late at night he sent a text message with the cryptic lines "put on jogging clothes and take a basket with you". Mamoru couldn't make any sense of that at all, but he was also way too tired and had his head full with all the final planning for the perfect wedding ceremony, which was slowly but surely successfully displacing the nightmare of the Tokyo yakuza clan surrounding the golden sausage queen.
Motoki's battle ringing, however, finally snapped him out of all his thoughts. Still slightly drowsy, he plodded to the apartment door
"Are you not dressed yet? Man ey Mamoru, you're not marrying Usagi for another three days. Is her being slow to sleep rubbing off on you already?!"
Nimbly Motoki strode past his best friend and was already rummaging around wildly in his closet.
"I've organized reinforcements for us this time. Kobayashi and Ryo are also at the start, the rest unfortunately have to work. If everything works out, you'll be rid of your present by the end of this day."
Mamoru rubbed his eyes in wonder as Motoki pulled garment after garment from the closet and tossed it carelessly over his shoulder onto the floor
"What exactly do you have planned now?"
"We're going to pick up the two boys first. The doll is still in the trunk of my car. Here, put this on. Do you have a basket?"
In his hands Motoki held a pair of blue sports leggings as well as a light top including a white bodice with the black inscription "Just do it!, which he had hardly seen on Usagi so far. Well okay, she didn't usually jog either.
"Motoki... what are you up to?"
"Unlike you, I've spent half the night racking my brains for the perfect plan. I firmly believe it will work. So come on now."
Within a few minutes they were in the underground parking garage and with squealing tires they left the building complex. Outside, it was still quite dusky.
"I've arranged a meeting point with the two sops. Ahhh, there they are."
At a bus stop, the slightly shy Ryo was indeed standing next to a huge-looking, chunky Kobayashi. Both were dressed in jogging suits, running gloves, and headbands with lamps attached to the center of each. In addition, both carried small wicker baskets with red and white checkered linings in the crooks of their arms.
Mamoru looked back from the boys to Motoki in utter confusion
"We're not going to go into a cave and have a picnic there or anything, are we?"
"Where are you thinking, Little Red Riding Hood? That's where you might end up finding your rubber doll gift."
Slowly, a sinking suspicion crept into Mamoru's mind. The idea alone made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he had to think again of his nightmare from tonight. In disbelief, he looked at his best friend from the side, who had just brought the car to a stop next to the two men
"Motoki... Are you going to... bury her in the forest?!"
The blond man could not answer this question for the moment, because Kobayashi and Ryo got into the back at the same time, closed the doors loudly slamming and dropped into the back seats
"Right on time, like bricklayers. Well, let's go!"
Mamoru turned to the new passengers and eyed them insistently from top to bottom
"Did Motoki let you in on his plans?"
He received a slight shrug of the shoulders in response from his fellow student, who looked down at himself, slightly perplexed
"Not really. Motoki told us to just trust him."
Well that could be something!
Mamoru didn't know if he should look forward to what was coming or if it was best to flee right away along with the rubber doll. Motoki whistled beside him unperturbed and headed for a small forest. Most worriedly Mamoru frowned and crossed his arms indecisively.
"So you want to bury her in Yoyogi Park???"
"What's the matter with you? The area is vast and as a jogging group, no one takes notice of us there after all. Now at this early hour and in this lousy weather, no one is here anyway. We drive as close as possible with the car and look for a nice place for them. Behind so undergrowth best. The weather is nice and muddy, there is no ground frost and the four of us have dug a nice deep pit in no time. And when someone asks, we hold up our baskets and say that we are mushroom pickers. I even got mushrooms, look at that. Seems more realistic."
Mamoru could only shake his head at Motoki's words
"And that's your super elaborate plan now?"
"Do you have a better one?" it came back to Mamoru as if shot out of a gun.
No. He didn't. So far in his life, though, Mamoru had never had to figure out the best way to get rid of a lifelike sex doll either. Motoki seemed to have more experience in this. Or he could show more imagination in this regard. Or neither at all
"So somehow I don't know if we shouldn't just throw them into a ditch?"
"Mamoru! Now pull yourself together and grab a shovel from the trunk... and don't forget to fill your basket with mushrooms... Authenticity is the magic word!"
Motoki had maneuvered the car backwards to just before a large spruce tree and pulled on the handbrake
"But we can't spend hours shoveling here. I have an appointment with the caterer for the party later. I have to pick out the finger foods for the champagne reception."
The blond man looked around extensively in all directions and then instructed his friends to go into the wooded area directly in front of them
"This looks just fine, doesn't it? Except for that group of walkers way back there, I can't see anyone far and wide. Here we go, guys!"
While Kobayashi and Ryo set to work armed with shovels and baskets, Motoki gave his best friend an encouraging look
"Don't worry about it, Mamoru. We'll have her in the ground easily by the time you're due, and you can finally marry your beloved Usagi. Completely without a sex doll."
Mamoru hoped so much that Motoki was right with his statement and at the beginning, to their surprise, they made pretty good progress with the digging. However, at just under sixty centimeters deep, they hit pretty solid ground.
"Uhhh if you ask me, this is already the subsoil and it can be a tough nut to crack for us."
Soberly Ryo looked at the so far accurately excavated rectangle
"So with the shallow depth, the atomic breasts still peek out at the end. Including silicone nipples. Not good at all."
"Please don't let it take another three hours, or Usagi will kill me because we don't have finger food for the reception. She's almost looking forward to that more than the wedding."
Mamoru was about to break ground again when they suddenly heard footsteps behind them, running quickly towards them. Horrified, they all looked first at the hole they had dug so far and then at each other
"Grab the baskets, quick!" hissed Motoki, grabbing a basket and looking around the ground with the utmost concentration. The three other friends did the same, looking up in feigned slight shock as a young man in a jogging outfit came to a halt in front of them, speaking somewhat out of breath
"But... What are you guys doing here?"
"Uhhh, we're looking for mushrooms?" Slightly unsure, Kobayashi and Ryo dropped the shovels they were still holding in their hands and alibi-fashion stretched their half-full baskets of white and brown mushrooms into the air.
"You sure picked a bad time to do that, folks. In a few minutes, the fifteenth Tokyo Cross Run will begin, and you're traipsing around on the race course."
"On the race course?" came back a puzzled chorus from the gang of four.
"Sure thing. A total of over 1,500 athletes from more than a hundred different nations have registered for this event. This is THE sporting highlight of the season and a great preparation for all long-distance runners for the upcoming Olympics in our country. My job is to inspect the course in advance and to free it from crazy spinners like you. So get the hell out of here... and don't even think about coming back later to look for mushrooms. After the run is over, the scouts "Junior Woodchucks" will set up camp for the next three days."
Motoki couldn't believe it and desperately slammed his fist against a tree right next to him as the route inspector jogged on.
"You've really got to be kidding me. All that sweaty work was for nothing!"
"Can't we just throw them in the pit anyway?" suggested Kobayashi innocently
"How? Into that sixty centimeter shallow rectangle?! So that a herd of top athletes can trample her or, best of all, fall over her protruding breasts one after the other, and then we'll have all these damage claims on our hands? How much liability insurance do you have???"
Motoki snorted loudly and then stated resignedly
"This is going nowhere. We'll have to think of something else. Throw leaves over the rectangle and then let's get out of here."
The men nodded to each other and pushed the excavated material, which they had laboriously won earlier, back into the pit. Following that, they put their shovels away and then got into the car together. Just as Motoki was about to drive off, he noticed that they were not making any progress. On the contrary. Only the wheels were spinning and the engine was howling loudly.
"Well, that's just great. We're stuck in the mud. Stupid weather."
"So what are we going to do?"
Kobayashi seemed to have a flash of inspiration, for his face brightened all at once
"Got it. We have a cardboard box in the back of the car, don't we? We'll tear that up and then put the sides under the rear wheels."
"And you think that will work?"
"Of course it will! Come on, everybody get out and give it a hand. Then it'll work."
No sooner said than done. A few moments later, the three men were standing at the back wheels of the car. While Ryo and Motoki together with Kobayashi put two large cardboard box sides on top of each other and clamped them under the wheels, Mamoru had received the order to hold the Real Doll until then and, at Motoki's request, to dress her with Usagis clothes Motoki and Mamoru brought along.
Somewhat awkwardly, he held the doll, dressed in sports leggings and the "Just do it!* bodice, by the waist from behind and watched the rest of his friends work.
"Okay, you guys stay outside while I try to get the car out of the mud. If we all sit inside, the car will have too much unnecessary weight and then it will never work."
With gusto, Motoki got behind the wheel, started the engine and immediately hit the gas.
Perhaps it was a bit too much of a good thing, because the wheels found a good grip thanks to the cardboard boxes underneath, but Motoki's throttle foot kicked up such an incredible amount of mud that it unloaded directly in a high arc over the entire friends and spread generously over their faces and clothes. So actually all looked like muddy mud monsters. Except for Motoki, who now parked the car on solid ground and looked at his comrades-in-arms somewhat questioningly. Oh yes, Mamoru had also been spared from the mud attack. Thanks to Randy Reika, who had been like a shield to him during Motoki's highly rash action and now resembled a sullied pig rather than a sexy Real Doll.
Mamoru sighed deeply in and out and finally wiped the mud from the sex doll's face with his mud-splattered hand
"I think it's best I go home now and take a shower. The caterer appointment is in just under two hours."
"Okay, I'll give you a quick ride. The doll needs to get out of here ASAP. Ryo, Kobayashi, you can take the train. With that look, you would easily be ideal candidates for the cross-country race. It looks really authentic!"
Without another word, Motoki grabbed the mud-covered doll, half heartedly shook off the dirt, stowed it in his trunk, and got into his car with Mamoru.
After another half hour, the two unsuccessful friends were back exactly where they had started their mission this morning. In the underground parking garage.
"Honestly. This place smells awful from all the mud. You have to shower off Randy Reika, she won't stay in my trunk in this condition. Later, I'll also have to get a new cardboard box."
Disgruntled, Mamoru unbuckled his seat belt. Yesterday evening he had cleaned his beautiful new penthouse apartment spotless. Especially the bathroom he had scrubbed devotedly.
"Alright, I'll take her upstairs. But you're coming up with us. The last time I rode the elevator with the doll, I was in real trouble explaining, and I don't feel like making up anything for this Real Doll's desolate condition."
Motoki closed the car door and was already back in his usual good mood mode.
"No one's going to come, now don't get all devil-may-care about it. It's early afternoon, all the people from the apartment complex are working. Or do you see a car parked around here somewhere?"
Mamoru prayed that Motoki would be right. Together, he heaved the half-cent doll out of the car and took artificial but still somehow randy Reika, now covered in partially dried mud, to the elevator
"Hold on. I'll put the wig on her. You never know, after all."
Motoki wasn't that wrong with his gut feeling either, because once again it went 'bing' on the first floor. Without hesitation, Motoki threw his best friend against the filthy Real Doll so that Mamoru's mouth landed directly on her lips still covered in mud. Elbowing Mamoru further, he hissed at him even before the elevator doors opened
"Make out with her!"
Not a second too soon, the doors finally opened, giving the doorman standing in front of them a clear view of Mamoru's back, standing pressed tightly against his supposed fiancée, while Motoki, standing right next to him, pretended to look at his fingernails with the utmost interest. Artificially surprised, he looked up at the highly confused porter
"Oh hello Mr. Akyama." With a brief shrug of his shoulders as well as a wry grin on his face, he pointed at the smooching rubber doll-human combination "My God, the two lovebirds just can't keep their hands off each other this close to the wedding... get a room! Ahahaha."
Mr. Akyama's mouth simply remained open at the unusual scene before him, as well as Motoki's somewhat peculiar explanation. Finally, the doors closed again without the doorman entering.
Mamoru immediately let go of the doll and spat a big glob of mud on the elevator floor.
"Ugh! Say, can you control yourself a little?! I'm standing right next to you!"
"Motoki, I almost threw up!!! Now let's just go inside and wash the stupid doll off. It's best to disinfect it. I cleaned yesterday. I don't want her contaminating my freshly waxed parquet floor with all that disgusting dirt!"
'Bing' went off again, and to her great relief, there was no one standing on the other side of the elevator. Mamoru unlocked the apartment door and together with Motoki placed the Real Doll directly into the oversized bathtub
"So, it can soak there first. Is it actually waterproof?"
Slightly thoughtful, Motoki scratched his head as he ran hot water into the bathtub
Before Mamoru could answer him, his cell phone rang
"Usako. Hello." he sighed a little too much into the phone and wandered from the bathroom to the living area
"Mamo-chan! What's wrong with you? You sound so stressed?"
"Oh you know, I... Had my hands full this morning and just got home."
"Oh well... what's that funny noise in the background? Are you taking a bath?"
"Oh uhh, yeah yeah. I was just... jogging."
"Oh that's funny! So are we! The girls sent me on one of those freaky scavenger hunts. I'm telling you, over hill and dale it went! But they said it was for my own good. After all, I have to stay fit in my marriage and if I got cold feet before the wedding, I could at least run away from you. Or better yet, if you do anything stupid, I would now have the condition to chase you all the way to Timbuktu... hahahaha, isn't that totally hilarious, Mamo-Chan?"
"Ohhhhh Mamoruuu!"
Mamoru turned white as a sheet
"Mamo-Chan? Who was that calling for you?"
"M-Motoki. He... uhh... Has to go to the bathroom first before I get into the tub."
"You're taking a bath while Motoki is in our apartment? Well, you guys have always had a pretty close friendship... well, we girls go to the loo together too. Tell him he can come in. Well, I have to go now, they have other plans for me. Have a great day and don't forget the appointment with the caterer later, okay? I love you!"
Mamoru grabbed his head in despair and sighed deeply after his fiancée and hopefully soon-to-be bride hung up the phone
"It clicked click clicked. The doll is giving it a rest for now. So it's waterproof for sure, probably that was explicitly taken into account during production to meet certain requirements. There's a lot of fetish stuff when the day is lay."
Motoki came out of the bathroom beaming with joy with a pink terry cloth and dried his hand contentedly. Mamoru stared at his cell phone again
"We're running out of time, damn it! Get this doll off my back already!"
Sympathetically, Motoki put a hand on Mamoru's shoulder and did everything in his power to cheer his best friend up a bit
"Okay, the plan itself wasn't all that wrong, it was just that we were a little unlucky with the external circumstances. But I've just come up with a new idea that we can put into practice first thing in the morning. Don't worry, this time it will work out!"
Mamoru still had a little hope that Motoki and he could make it, before the super disaster would occur and Usagi would get to see the doll. Now the finger food selection stood first of all. He also had to organize a wedding on the side.
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