Fandom: Persona 3

Type: Fanfic

Word Count: 555

Characters: Elizabeth, Musica(MC)

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Don't own Persona 3

Summary: Elizabeth talks about things like enemas. Musica wants to die. Again.

Did you know that you could get a coffee enema? Why are you looking at me like that, Musica? Haven't you heard of such a thing? You thought it was a joke? I can assure you that it's not. I just found out while doing some research on that machine of yours. I hope you didn't mind. You know how curious I could get about the world you live in. It's okay? Good! I do, however, worry about your face. Are you running a fever? Perhaps you could use an enema too.

Anyway, when I realized that such a procedure actually existed, I decided to look more into it. I found that it's similar to a saline enema, only you do have to be a bit careful with coffee. Wouldn't want to cause any serious damage from a hot cup of "Joe" or so people like to call it. Anyway, the caffeine travels from the smooth muscle of your small intestine and into your liver. Isn't that interesting? Apparently, it clears your intestinal tract while removing more toxins and bile than a regular enema. They use what is known as a "Murphy Drip". Is that the same thing you use to brew coffee? It's not? Really? I prefer multi-purpose things myself, but I suppose it makes sense to keep an enema drop separate from a regular coffee drip.

You don't seem to care, do you? I guess the notion of coffee being shot into you from a sensitive spot is not very stimulating at all unless you're a liver. You don't seem to find that funny, Musica. You seem embarrassed. Perhaps I should talk about something else. What about a Tobacco Smoke Enema? Did you know people used to do that? Did you know that it actually worked in a lot of cases. Of course, such a thing is no longer necessary, but I never knew that such a thing was even possible. I guess that's where "blowing smoke up someone's ass" came from. Don't you think so? Not that it matters now because tobacco can be quite the deadly poison if not used carefully. Needless to say, no one gets tobacco enemas anyway.

At any rate, I used one of the enema packages I purchased from the pharmacy. The Velvet Room has just enough privacy to prevent my master and siblings from seeing me put something inside of me. I don't know how to describe it except to say that it feels good. I know that others might not agree, but I loved the feel of the solution moving up my rectum and into my bowels.

I loved how undesirable things poured out of me as I washed myself in the shower. I found myself turned on by it, and I wondered what it would be like to give my vagina an enema. A douche? That's what it's called. I would love to look into that. Just the idea of pushing water mixtures inside of myself is too wonderful to pass up. I could mix my own wetness with the liquid over my clit and climax while washing. What's the matter, Musica? Did you want to engage in such activities? No? Where are you going? I hope our date isn't over yet! I really want to explore something called a chili pepper enema!