"NO, we are NOT making Kyoko wear that."
"Definitely not!"
"Director, have you LOST YOUR MIND?"
Kyoko blinked in confusion as she walked to her dressing room for Yappa Kimagure Rock. Upon peeking around the corner, she found the three Ishibashis, who seemed to be having a fervent argument with the Director of the show. She approached them timidly.
"Excuse me, is something wrong? I heard shouting."
The Director thrust his hand through the pack of angry Ishibashis and shoved something against Kyoko's chest. Her hands went up instinctively to catch what he had placed there. "Mogami" he said, "Go put that on Bo."
Kyoko held the item up to inspect it. It appeared to be a leather costume with a zippered mask for over Bo's beak. Her head tilted to the side as she stared at it. "I don't understand," she said, "What is Bo doing tonight?"
The Director sighed in a huff and lit a cigarette. This is why I don't like to work with fucking kids, he thought. "Ren Tsuruga is going to be on the show to promote his new movie. Some generic 50 Shades type of thing, whips, chains, leather." He took a drag off his cigarette. "You high school girls watch that shit, right?"
Kyoko's mouth fell open as her brain imploded. Tsuruga-san? Here? She took a steadying breath. "What is 50 Shades?"
Hikaru, Shinichi, and Yuusei looked guiltily at each other as the Director explained.
"It's a movie about sadomasochistic sex. You know, people getting chained up and whipped with nipple clamps and shit."
Kyoko's eyes became the size of saucers. She stammered. "I-it's a movie a-about s-sex?"
The Director took another long drag off of his cigarette. "That gonna be a problem, Mogami?"
She stood there blinking, unable to think. "I-I…" she swallowed hard and pulled herself together, her actor's spirit taking over. "No. It won't sir."
He snubbed out his cigarette under his shoe and checked his watch. "Good, you got 15 minutes til Tsuruga shows up. You are to greet him and show him around before the show." He walked away, the Ishibashi's staring at him with open mouths. Hikaru turned to Kyoko.
"Kyoko-chan, you do NOT have to do thi- where'd she go!?"
Kyoko was gunning for her dressing room. If Ren Tsuruga was meant to be there in 15 minutes, she knew he'd be there in 10. There is NO WAY he can see me here! She raced into the room and slammed the door shut behind her, locking it. She looked down at the leather costume in her shaking hands and tried to decipher what exactly went where as she put the pieces on the chicken suit.
When she finally got the costume assembled and put it on, she stared at it in the mirror, turning red from head to toe. It was essentially just a bunch of criss-crossed black belts over the chicken's body. As she held the head in front of her, the shiny zipper on the mask seemed to be curled into a mischievous grin. I have to greet Tsuruga-san like this. He's going to see his friend Bo like this. She wanted to cry.
What would Tsuruga-san do?, she thought. His face filled her mind, and he looked displeased. She heard the NG sigh rush past his lips as though he were in the room with her.
An actress should be able to act out any role she is given, Mogami-san. Are you really incapable of doing such a simple thing as this? I could do this in my sleep. You'll never reach my level.
She straightened up and looked herself in the eye in the mirror. I can't let him down, she thought, as she lowered the chicken's head over her own.
PLONKA PLONKA PLONKA.
Ren looked up when he heard the chicken coming with a huge smile on his face, and then his eyes grew about five sizes. "Whoa. Uh… nice costume, Chicken-san."
Kyoko adopted her gravely Oji-san voice. "Laugh it up, buddy. I wouldn't have to be dressed in this mess if you weren't out there shooting porn."
Ren laughed. "I did not shoot a porn. It's a romance."
"Where they whip each other's naked bodies and wear crazy shit like this?" The chicken gestured at himself. "What on earth made you say yes to something like that?"
Ren shrugged. Kyoko felt her eye twitch. "My manager thought it'd be a good idea. Whip the fangirls into a frenzy, sell some magazines. I thought it would also be good for me to get out of my comfort zone." He paused and smirked, "It also paid a ridiculous amount of money."
"Does your high school girl know about this?"
At that, Ren blushed and cleared his throat. "She is very pure, and I wouldn't want to discuss this with her. As an actress, and an amazing one at that, she'll likely find herself in a similar position one day. So, I hope she will understand."
Kyoko, who was currently inside a chicken suit and dressed in a gimp mask, sighed. I guess I get it. Though the thought of him wearing leather and having hardcore sex was jarring. She pointed a wing toward the set. "It's almost time for the show. Let me show you to the set."
He followed in her wake, and she got him sat down on the sofa. She excused herself and went to find Hikaru. She pulled him off to the side and whispered through the mesh hole under Bo's beak.
"Hikaru-san, Tsuruga-san is my respected senpai, and I don't want him to know that I'm Bo… for obvious reasons. Could you tell Yuusei-san and Shinichi-san to please call me Bo for tonight?"
He nodded emphatically. "Not a problem, Kyoko-c-" he winced, "I mean, Bo. I'll let them know. I'm really REALLY sorry about this."
She shook her head and saluted him. "A chicken's gotta do what a chicken's gotta do." She PLONKA'd away to check out Bo's prop box for the night, and found it full of oddly shaped… toys. As she dug through the box, trying to find something that looked familiar to her, she came upon something she had only seen in her health class at school and jumped away from the box.
When she got the nerve to look back in the box, the flesh-colored dildo stared back at her menacingly. She poked it with the tip of her wing, and it rolled over, exposing a thick silicone vein. Kyoko covered Bo's face with his wings. This is too much. The intro music for the show started up, and she let out a groan. She hopped up and down in place for a moment to psych herself up. You can do this. You can do this. YOU CAN DO THIS.
She watched from the side as the Ishibashis chatted good-naturedly with Ren, asking bawdy questions about the film, and his co-star, Kana Kusunoki. Then they showed a clip from the film itself. Kyoko watched the screen with bated breath. The Emperor was onscreen, shirtless, dragging the braided end of a whip up Kana's spine and saying dirty things to her. When the whip came down repeatedly over her black lace panty-clad ass, a strange feeling settled in between Kyoko's thighs. The clip ended, and Kyoko realized too late that it had done something to her. Her clothes suddenly felt entirely too tight, and she was staring at Ren like he was a piece of meat.
Shinichi nodded at Ren. "I have to admire your technique, Tsuruga-san. Would you mind showing us how that whip works?"
Ren smirked, "I don't have anyone to whip! Any volunteers?"
PLONKA PLONKA PLONKA.
Bo appeared onstage, sending the crowd into a bout of raucous laughter as he tried to cover himself with his wings.
Yuusei laughed nervously. "I-I guess Bo's offering." Hikaru, who sat next to him, vowed to murder the Director.
Bo got closer and offered a braided whip to Ren, who couldn't help but laugh. He got up out of his chair, suddenly turning into The Emperor. He grabbed Bo roughly and bent him over the couch, exposing his big white feathery ass to the audience.
Kyoko's thighs clenched together without warning. She heard the end of the whip as he dragged it down Bo's back, and a small wet spot formed in her panties. Then there was a hollow thump as the whip struck Bo's rear. The tiniest moan escaped Kyoko's lips.
Ren, who almost hadn't heard said moan over the laughter of the audience, stopped. There was no way that an Oji-san made that noise. He whipped the chicken again. Was it his imagination, or was the chicken wiggling its ass toward him?
When they concluded the segment, he watched Bo walk away on seemingly shaky legs and reasoned, with major embarrassment, that Bo was definitely female.
When the show ended, Kyoko was making her way hastily to her dressing room, so she could get dressed and disappear, only to find that Ren was leaning against the door of it with his arms crossed. She tried to play it off.
"Tsuruga-san, great work tonight!"
He came off the door, turned the handle, and pushed it open. "After you, Chicken-san."
She went inside, and he came in behind her. When she heard the lock click, she paled. He knows.
She looked up at him, still in costume. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he looked enraged. "Take your head off, Bo."
"I-I don't think that's a good ide-"
"Now."
Kyoko shut her eyes tight and removed the head.
When Ren saw her, and saw how frightened she was, he relaxed a little. Of course it was her. It had to be her. But she had lied, and that had to be dealt with. He sat down on a bench by the wall. "Take the rest off, Mogami-san."
She did as he told her, averting her eyes from him, and undressed down to her tanktop and short shorts. He looked over her body hungrily.
"Come here." She approached him with timid steps, and when she got next to him, he gestured at his lap. "Bend over." She lay over his lap scared, and excited, by what he might do next. He looked down at the bottoms of her round little ass cheeks hanging out of her shorts and smirked.
Smack!
"Un!" Kyoko covered her mouth with her hand.
Ren shook his head, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling it away. "No, Mogami-san. Modesty is not for bad girls who are being punished."
Smack!
The next moan out of her mouth was louder. He caressed her ass with his hand and found that her shorts were wet. He rubbed the drenched material over her sex with his fingertips. When she moved her ass backward against his hand, he had to breathe to keep his composure; the mewls coming from her were almost enough to undo him.
"Do you want another one, Mogami-san?" he growled.
In spite of herself, Kyoko answered with a shaky, "Y-yes!"
And with that, he pushed her gently off of his lap. She stared up at him, her body on fire. "Tsuruga-san," she pleaded, though for what she was pleading she wasn't entirely certain. The Emperor smirked down at her.
"Now you've learned not to lie to me, Mogami-san. Have a good evening."
She watched as he unlocked the door and strode out of the room, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.
Dedicated to all my homies in the Discord. xD And Rihanna.