[FFML] [fanfic][lemon][Yotsuba&/Pretty Neighbor] Miura & Ena & Voyeurism

[Mythril Moth]

AUTHOR'S FOREWORD:

This is the first installment of this story to have actual lemon content. 
You have been warned.

Basically, this chapter is a retelling of Pretty Neighbor #6, with some 
slight alterations to the excuse plot, and select dialogue lifted verbatim. 
Of course, there's a twist...

Also, if you enjoy flowery purple prose in your narrative porn, you're going 
to be disappointed. I have absolutely no patience for that shit, so my 
descriptions of the action are pretty blunt.

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MIURA & ENA & VOYEURISM

by Mythril Moth

based on Yotsuba&! by Azuma Kiyohiko

subsequently based on the "Pretty Neighbor" Yotsuba& doujinshi series

no permission asked or given

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Miura's dad grumbled as he slammed the trunk of the car. "No use, the 
spare's no good either." He sighed. "So much for taking a drive in the nice 
weather."

Miura yawned. "In that case, I'm goin' over to Ena's." She waved and headed 
off to grab her bike.

As she pedalled into Ena's neighborhood, she found herself riding beside 
Fuuka. "Ohayou, Fuuka-neesan!" she called.

Fuuka looked over and waved. "Ah, Miura-chan! Ohayou. Ena-chan's not home 
right now."

"Aww," Miura said. "When's she gettin' back?"

"I don't know," Fuuka answered. "She went with Asagi-oneechan to the 
bookstore this morning."

Miura frowned and turned her bike around. "Thanks," she called behind her as 
she sped off, pumping the pedals furiously.

Fuuka blinked. "What...is that about?"

"Fuuka! Fuuka!" Yotsuba's voice called from the Koiwai house. Fuuka rode 
past her own house and went through the gate at the neighboring house.

"Ohayou, Yotsuba-chan," Fuuka said, smiling at the little girl leaning out 
of the window. "What's up?"

"I'm bored!" Yotsuba declared, scrunching her face up as though she'd just 
eaten umeboshi. "Daddy says I gotta watch the house, and it ain't doin' 
nothin'! It's boring!"

Fuuka laughed. "Want me to come in and house-sit with you?" she asked.

"Yay!" Yotsuba cheered.

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Miura intercepted the two Ayase sisters five blocks away, headed back home. 
She spun her bike around to ride between them. "Ohayou," she said.

"Ah, Miura-chan! I thought your dad was taking you on a drive today!"

"Flat tire and a bad spare," Miura replied. "So I decided to come over here 
instead." She paused. "You got through at the bookstore this fast?"

"It's closed today," Ena grumbled.


"Well, that just gives you two more time to play together, ne?" Asagi teased 
sunnily.

They arrived at the Ayase house a few minutes later, just in time to see 
Yotsuba charge through the gate with determination. "Huh, wonder what's up 
with her," Asagi mused.

As they walked their bikes through the gate, they could hear Yotsuba 
yelling, "Mom! Mom! Toilet! Toilet!"

"Do you need to use our toilet, Yotsuba-chan?" Ena asked.

Yotsuba turned and nodded, an urgent and pained look on her face. "I can't 
use the one at home right now 'cause Daddy's gotta fix the door again."

"I see." Ena unlocked the front door and let Yotsuba in.

"Wonder why Fuuka didn't let her in," Miura mused. "I mean, she just got 
back here like ten minutes ago."

"And she's already next door," Asagi commented with an amused smile, 
pointing at the bike parked in front of the Koiwai house.

Ena groaned. "She's just cleaning or something, if Yotsuba-chan is home and 
awake. Get your mind out of the gutter."

Miura blinked. "Wait. She's doing you know what with Yotsuba-chan's dad, AND 
she cleans their house?"

"And sometimes goes shopping for them, and sometimes cooks for them, and..." 
Asagi trailed off.

"So she's basically a wife."

"Ah, now that you mention it, she's pretty much doing everything a wife 
does," Asagi mused, tapping her chin with an index finger. She shook her 
head. "Nah, Koiwai-san's never gonna put a ring on her finger. So she's 
really more like his slave." With that, she went inside.

"Poor Fuuka-oneechan," Ena said quietly.

Miura shrugged. "Nobody's forcin' her to do ANY of that," she said. "Can't 
really feel sorry for her when she's doing it all because she wants to."

"Yeah, but I DO feel sorry for her," Ena said.

They were just about to go inside when they heard a loud, pained grunt from 
next door.

"Huh?" Ena wondered, turning to face the Koiwai house. What she saw made her 
bury her face in her hands. "Not AGAIN," she moaned in exasperation.

"Eh? Not again wha--" Miura trailed off. "The hell's she doin'?"

Next door, Fuuka was struggling to pull herself out of the house through the 
small bathroom window. She heaved against the outside wall with a wordless 
cry of desperation, then fell limply against the window frame, arms dangling 
toward the ground and head buried in her own chest.

Ena shook her head, embarassed. "Mou..."

Miura looked back and forth from Ena to the dangling, red-faced Fuuka. 
"Wh--what...just what's goin' on?"

"Remember how Yotsuba-chan said the toilet door was broken again?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, this happened before, the day after they moved in," Ena explained. 
"Fuuka-oneechan was house-sitting for a little bit while Koiwai-san went to 
the store, and she decided to use the bathroom. And got locked in." She 
sighed. "So, she tried to get out through the window, and got stuck. Just 
like that."

"Yikes."

"I guess nobody bothered to tell Oneechan," Ena sighed.

"Um, should we try to help or call someone or something?" Miura asked. 
"Because that looks really painful."

"Koiwai-san'll be back in a few minutes, and he got her out of there 
before."

As if on cue, Koiwai walked past, a plastic bag in one hand. He paused in 
mid-stride as he spotted Fuuka, who had just gathered strength for another 
attempt to free herself and was straining, back arched and face streaming 
with sweat.

"AGAIN?!" the two young girls heard him groan as he quickened his pace.

Fuuka slumped against the wall and mumbled something inaudible; Koiwai's 
reply didn't carry far enough for Ena and Miura to hear either, but they 
watched as he grabbed Fuuka's arms and tried to pull her out.

About a minute later, he let go and frowned. He said something; Fuuka 
slapped him.

Asagi appeared above their heads, peering over at the neighboring house. 
"What're you two so interested in--oh my. Oh my. It happened AGAIN?" She 
chuckled, covering her mouth with a hand.

"Oneechan, keep Yotsuba-chan busy for a little while, okay?" Ena asked. "I 
really don't think her getting underfoot is gonna help this mess."

"Hmm, yeah," Asagi agreed. "Okay, I'll babysit Yotsuba-chan. But call me if 
anything juicy happens, got it?"

Miura rolled her eyes. "What could possibly happen in this situation?"

Koiwai gave Fuuka a reassuring smile, then walked to the front door and 
disappeared into the house. Fuuka slumped, sighing loudly.

"He's giving up?" Miura wondered.

"Maybe he's calling the fire department," Ena mused. "Hey, we need to kinda 
hide a bit so Fuuka-oneechan can't see us watching this," she said.

"Good idea," Miura agreed. Crouching, the two girls moved to the property 
line, where they could peer over the fence without being seen from Fuuka's 
vantage point.

A few minutes passed, and Fuuka suddenly began straining against the window 
again. After a moment, she turned to face the window as best she could, and 
her expression had brightened.

"Oh, I see," Miura nodded. "He busted down the bathroom door so he can try 
to push her out."

"Oooh, good idea," Ena nodded, impressed.

Suddenly, Fuuka screamed.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! WHY ARE YOU TAKING OFF MY--"

Ena and Miura blinked at each other.

Fuuka let out a yelp of surprise. Her eyes were wide and her face was more 
flushed than before.

"You don't suppose--" Miura began.

"No. He wouldn't do something like that." However, Ena now looked very 
worried.

Fuuka started to gasp, and her facial expression said that whatever was 
happening inside that bathroom, it probably wasn't helping matters.

A moment passed, and Fuuka suddenly yelled angrily, "WHAT THE *HELL* ARE YOU 
DOING?!"

A pause, as Koiwai said something.

"YOU DON'T TOUCH SOMEONE'S ASS ON A BREAK!" Fuuka screamed.

Miura raised an eyebrow. Ena paled.

"YOU'RE THE REASON I'M IN MY PANTIES TO BEGIN WITH!"

"...this is getting good," Miura said.

"Miura-chan! This isn't funny!" Ena hissed.

Miura glanced at her, her trademark smirk firmly in place.

"Okay it's KINDA funny but not if the whole neighborhood knows what's going 
on in there and Fuuka-oneechan is embarassed for life!"

"Hmm...yeah, that'd kinda suck."

Fuuka gave several strangled cries of shock, anger, bewilderment, 
and...something else.

"We've gotta stop this," Ena said. "Come on."

"H-hey, Ena-chan! Don't!" Miura followed after Ena, who was walking in a low 
crouch, careful to stay out of Fuuka's line of vision.

They needn't have worried. Fuuka's yelps changed from angry bewilderment to 
moans of pleasure.

"Well, at least she's getting into it," Miura whispered.

Fuuka suddenly went quiet. The two young girls paused.

"H-hey," they heard Fuuka exclaim in alarm. "Y-you're not...you're not 
really..."

A pause.

"ARE YOU AN IDIOT?! This is a joke, right? You can't POSSIBLY be this 
stupid!"

Ena and Miura exchanged alarmed glances, and gave up stealth in favor of 
speed. With Fuuka distracted by whatever Koiwai was doing to her, they 
dashed through the open door of the house.

"AAAAH! STUPID!!" they heard Fuuka yell; her voice was slightly muffled now 
from inside the house. They charged to the bathroom, where the door had been 
removed and set aside. And they saw...

"Oh. My. God," Miura breathed.

"Ahhh...no!" Ena cried, panicking.

"SHHH! You don't want them to hear us!"

"Yes I--"

Miura clamped a hand over Ena's mouth. "Quiet." Both of them pressed against 
the wall outside the bathroom, taking up a position that would let them peek 
inside without being seen.

Inside, Koiwai stood on top of the toilet, directly behind Fuuka; from this 
side of the wall, all that was visible was her rear end and legs. All of 
which were completely bare; her jeans and panties were lying on the floor.

And Koiwai was presently fucking the unfortunate stuck teen.

Ena facepalmed, shaking her head. "What is his PROBLEM?" she moaned quietly.

"I don't think you'll be seen by anyone," Koiwai was saying. "Although...the 
more agitated you get, the better you feel. I had no idea there was this 
kind of side to you!"

"STOP ASSIGNING ME WEIRD TRAITS!" Fuuka yelled.

Miura snickered. Ena smacked her on the head.

"Don't worry, nobody can see anything but your top half from outside on the 
street," Koiwai was telling Fuuka. "They'll have no idea what's going on 
inside."

"Think again, pervert," Ena muttered.

"Ah, but if you don't lower your voice, someone might find out," Koiwai 
said.

"Ridiculous..." Fuuka gasped, barely audible. "If anyone should quit, it's 
you--"

"THAT would be our cue to stop this," Miura said.

Ena didn't reply.

"Ena-chan?"

Ena blushed. "Um...I...think we don't really want them to know we're here," 
she said quietly.

Miura raised an eyebrow. "Well well."