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This is a fanfic story.
Genre: yu_gi_oh
Chapter 1
Summary: Anzu is in love with Yugi's older brother, Yami. However, what she doesn't know is that Yami and Yugi have a secret – a very intimate one.
Warnings: This story contains yaoi, boy x boy, YXY, and incest themes (if Yami and Yugi are considered brothers). The last scene includes a blow job.
Yami: Hentai...-_-
Yugi: You weren't complaining much...
Yami: *face reddens, and he turns and walks away*
Yugi: *licks lips and follows*
*pouts* No fair, they get to have all the fun...
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh and all associated characters do not belong to me.
Yugi's Yami
Anzu leaned against her locker, her book bag at her feet, as she gazed up and down the hallway filled with students jostling one another in a rush to be the first on their bus. She didn't see her best friend anywhere.
A musical giggle floated to her ears, and she turned her head; there was a group of her fellow eighth graders walking down the hall, Yugi at the center. The girls chatted with the little one while the boys tripped over each other trying to walk close to him, almost drowning him in their drool.
"Yugi, are we on for the movies this weekend?" a brown-haired boy asked him.
Yugi blushed and was about to answer when a Hispanic girl cut him off. "No, Brad, my sleepover's this weekend. You're still coming, right, Yugi?"
Brad glared at the girl. "You're such a bitch, Yolanda." The girl merely smirked and chatted with a Chinese girl next to her.
Yugi laughed and shook his head, stopping when he heard his name called. "Yugi, over here!" Anzu waved to him, and he came over. "Let's hurry to your house. I'm dying to get into the pool; it's scorching hot out."
Yugi nodded his agreement as he and Anzu left school, walking the three blocks to his house.
Anzu was lying on a raft in the huge, in-ground swimming pool, complete with a slide and diving board. Yugi sipped his glass of lemonade, set it down next to Anzu's, then dived into the pool with as big a splash as his petite body could make.
Water washed over her, but Anzu didn't notice. Yugi popped up beside her, giggling at her matted, sodden hair, but the girl was gazing around intently as if she was searching for something. "Yugi, is your brother home?"
"Yami's either at work or tuning up his Mustang," Yugi answered before disappearing back under the blue, chlorinated water and swimming under Anzu's raft.
Yugi popped up again and pushed her raft. "Anzu, come on, let's swim."
"I'm working on my tan."
"Oh." The little one held his arms out. "I should work on mine, too. We're going to high school after summer break." Yugi put another raft in the pool and floated face down on it.
A screen door slammed, drawing Anzu's attention and making her breath catch in her throat. Her blue eyes drank in the sight of Yami. The college-aged boy had tri-colored hair like Yugi's, but instead of being soft, his was more spiky. The sun gleamed off his golden-tanned skin. His face was smooth and slightly elfin, he had a metal stud and hoop on his left ear, and his left eyebrow was pierced. He had a tattoo on his calf and another one on the back of his shoulder. He was barefoot and bare-chested, his lean muscles and long body moving confidently, his black shorts sagging a bit.
Yami started towards the garage, but when he saw them, he turned and came over to the pool. "Hey, kiddos." He nodded in greeting and grabbed Yugi's glass, taking a swig of his lemonade.
Yugi just laughed and rolled his eyes while Anzu stared at him, unable to respond. Yami drained the rest of Yugi's lemonade, then set the glass down. "Yug, Mai's working late, so me and you are going to go out to eat tonight."
Yugi nodded, his violet eyes shining with a secret pleasure as he stared up at his brother. Anzu just continued to stare at Yami.
His crimson eyes regarded her with an odd look. He came over and flicked her nose. "Didn't know you were studying to be a space cadet." She blushed and looked down while Yugi giggled.
Yugi saw his empty glass and frowned. "Why can't you ever drink Anzu's?"
Yami laughed, gazing fondly at Yugi. "I'll make it up to you; I'll take you someplace really special tonight, okay?"
Yugi pouted cutely, batting his long eyelashes at Yami. "You'd better. Now go away, you're bothering us." He grinned and splashed water on Yami.
"Mmm, thanks, little one. That felt good." Yami shook his head, sending water droplets splaying. He pulled a black bandanna out from his pocket, dunked it in the pool, folded it up, then wrapped it around his forehead like a headband as he headed back to the garage to work on his car.
Anzu sighed wistfully. "You're so lucky, Yugi. Your family's so cool. Your mom's a supermodel, she lets you and Yami call her by her name, and Yami..." She sighed dreamily and spaced out again.
Yugi snorted and got out of the pool to take a sip of Anzu's lemonade.
Three weeks later, junior high let out, and summer vacation had officially begun. Yugi lay on a lounge chair by the pool, sunglasses perched on his cute nose, and a book in his hands. Anzu was mowing the grass; she had volunteered to until a replacement for Pedro, who used to cut their grass and had quit, could be found.
Yugi peered over the rim of his sunglasses and smiled at the sweaty, brown-haired girl as he sipped cherry Coke through a blue crazy straw. He smiled at her before going back to his book.
Anzu panted, sweat pouring down her and making her t-shirt and cotton shorts stick to her as she pushed the heavy lawnmower. The things she did for love! But she'd use any excuse to be over Yugi's house in hopes of seeing Yami. She paused for a moment to wipe sweat off her face; it was dripping into her eyes.
"Hi, Yami!" Yugi kissed his brother on the cheek. Yami lay on the lounge chair next to Yugi, and a red-haired college girl in a black bikini knelt beside him, starting to massage Yami's back.
Sensing Anzu's gaze, the older girl looked up, straight at her, smirked, and licked at Yami's shoulder with a pierced tongue. Anzu's hands tightened unconsciously on the metal handle, and she pushed forward, right into the bushes on the edge of the lawn. She blushed, looking about to make sure no one had noticed. The redhead smirked and went back to her massaging.
Anzu didn't know what to make of her; she was clearly competition, but Yami really didn't seem to be paying her any attention. His head was turned sideways to Yugi, who was absorbed in his book. Though, Anzu thought she'd seen Yami looking her way a couple of times. And his voice was silky and smooth when he pointed out a spot she'd missed.
Two days later, Yugi and Anzu were sitting in the living room, watching MTV, when Anzu asked the question that had been bothering her all week. "Yugi, who was that redhead the other day? Was she Yami's girlfriend?"
Yugi's violet eyes went wide, and he blushed furiously. "Oh, no. That was Oni; she's one of Yami's hornball friends from college."
"Oh." Anzu breathed a sigh of relief, then scooted closer to Yugi, nervous as she asked the question she'd never dared ask before. "D-do you think your brother...likes me?" The last part was a nervous whisper.
Yugi's eyes went wider, and he covered his soft, full lips with two dainty hands. "Uh...Anzu...Yami's not exactly...well...err...he's not, that is..." Yugi took a deep breath. "Yami isn't attracted to g-"
Her throat constricting, she nodded, holding up her hands to cut him off. "It's alright, you don't have to say anymore. I know, he's too old for me, and he thinks I'm nothing but a kid." Yugi stared at her dumbfounded as she hugged him, then excused herself and went home.
It was nearly two weeks before Anzu came over again. She hadn't called or IM'd Yugi or anything. She knocked on the door; no one answered. Ringing the doorbell didn't help either, so she turned the knob. It was open. She entered the house; she and Yugi were childhood friends, and she'd done it a million times before.
"Hello?" She called out in the vast house, but no one answered. She ran upstairs to Yugi's room and opened the door, which was ajar. Her eyes shot wide open in shock, her mouth hanging open. She squeaked, turned around, and ran out of the house.
"Poor Anzu. I did try to tell her."
"It's her own fault, aibou."
Yugi leaned back, his head resting on Yami's bare stomach. His small tongue flicked out, licking at the smooth skin and taut muscles, making the older boy moan.
"I love you, Yami." Yugi turned over onto his hands and knees, kissing his way down Yami's nude body. He gazed up at Yami, crimson and purple meeting, both laden with passion, before lowering his head and clamping his soft, pouty pink lips around Yami's length, sinking his teeth in a bit.
Yami groaned and jerked, narrow hips bucking upwards as the warmth of Yugi's mouth faded, and the teeth were back, nipping lightly at the sides of it. "Ahhh...Yuugiiii..." He moaned, his head turning from side to side, as Yugi sucked on him again, then he exploded into the little one's mouth.
Yugi's small hands dug into Yami's hips, the fingernails leaving indentations in the skin as his brother climaxed in his mouth. Raising his head, he wiped the cum that wouldn't fit in his mouth and had dribbled down his chin away.
Yami smiled wearily up at him, holding his lean, golden arms out, and the little one collapsed against his chest. After their panting, sweaty bodies calmed down, they fell asleep, limbs entwined. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: yu_gi_oh
Chapter 1: The Competition
Ruthie: "Welcome to American Idol. I'm Ruthie, your host for this evening." The crowd cheers as she takes the stage. "We have six contestants, with two people singing a duet, and they are all from the popular anime Yugioh. Now, when I call your name, each contestant will come out here and say a little something about whatever they may choose. Joey Wheeler, you are the first one. Come on down!"
Joey comes out, receiving a good reaction from the crowd. Joey: "Hello, America. Or Japan? Wait, where are we?" The crowd laughs, and Ruthie responds, "We are in America, Joey." Joey nods his head as he walks off the stage.
Seto Kaiba is the next contestant. "Seto Kaiba, come on down." Kaiba comes out with a large boo from the crowd. Seto: "Why am I here? Stupid fanfiction writer." He stomps off stage, leaving Ruthie to introduce the next contestant.
"Okay then. Tea, come on down." Tea comes down, with a smirk on her face. Tea: "I'm gonna win. Screw everyone else. Well, except for Yami." The crowd boos, and Ruthie has to intervene to push her off the stage.
Next up are Yami and Yugi, who are singing a duet. Ruthie: "Now, for our fourth and fifth contestants. Well, it's actually two people. Yami and Yugi, come on down and say hi to the audience." Yami and Yugi come out to a thunderous applause from the audience. Yami: "Hi there." The fan girls squeal. Yugi: "My fans are awesome. I hope to do my best." More screams from the fan girls, as Yami and Yugi walk off the stage.
Ruthie introduces the final contestant, Ryou Bakura. "Well, for our final contestant. Ryou, come on down and try not to give the fan girls nosebleeds." Ryou comes down, as expected, some of the fan girls get nosebleeds. Ryou: "I hope that I don't get injured in this, and the song I will sing is dedicated to my fans." The fan girls scream as he walks off the stage.
Ruthie: "And those are our contestants, so sit back and relax while the Yugioh characters sing for you. Oh, and by the way, the judges will be our readers who review and vote in the poll." Ruthie walks off the stage.
After a commercial break, Ruthie returns to the stage. "Welcome back. During the commercial, the contestants found out their songs, and they have been put into a random order to see who goes first. The songs will be in different genres. Will the first contestant come on down, please?" The first contestant comes down, and it's Seto Kaiba. The crowd boos.
Seto Kaiba sings "Chicken Fried" by Zac Brown Band:
"You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well, I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine
And that's home, you know
With sweet tea, pecan pie, and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
And my house, it's not much to talk about
But it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground
And a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well, I've seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother's love
And it's funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live, what you drive, or the price tag on your clothes
There's no dollar sign on a piece of mind; this I've come to know
So if you agree, have a drink with me
Raise your glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up"
The crowd cheers, as they didn't know that Kaiba could sing. Seto walks off, and backstage, Joey Wheeler is seen snickering to himself.
Ruthie: "Wow, that was good, thank you Kaiba. Next up, is Ryou."
Ryou comes down, as the crowd starts screaming. He sings "Magic" by B.O.B (feat. Rivers Cuomo):
"I got the magic in me
Every time I touch that track, it turns into gold
Everybody knows I've got the magic in me
When I hit the flow, the girls come snappin' at me
Now everybody wants some presto magic
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
I got the magic in me"
The crowd cheers, though there are a few boos. Ryou: "Thank you for letting me sing. I love you all." The girls scream "WE LOVE YOU RYOU" as he walks off stage.
Ruthie: "Ryou, you did wonderful, though I do think that you have made the girls love you more. Next up, Tea Gardner, come on down."
However, five minutes pass, and Tea is nowhere to be found. Ruthie: "Tea, where are you?" Just then, a security officer drags out Tea. "What's going on, officer?"
The officer responds, "Tea has been caught bribing the producers to be on this show. She is disqualified."
The crowd cheers as Tea is taken off stage to be arrested.
Ruthie: "Good. Now that that's taken care of, we can move on. Joey, you're up."
The crowd roars in laughter when Joey comes out wearing a disco outfit. Backstage, Seto Kaiba is snickering. Joey: "Before I sing, I must tell you that it's rich-boy's fault that I'm wearing this."
Joey sings "Who Let The Dogs Out" by Baha Men:
"Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
When the party was nice, the party was jumpin' (Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo)
And everybody havin' a ball (Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo)
I tell the fellas 'start the name callin'' (Yippie Yi Yo)
And the girls report to the call
The poor dog show down
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)"
The crowd cheers for Joey, as he runs off the stage, embarrassed. Ruthie: "That was awesome, Joey, though I can see the look on Kaiba's face now."
The screen cuts to backstage, where Seto is on the floor, laughing. Yugi, Yami, and Ryou are staring at him, amused.
Ruthie: "And for our final performance of the evening, Yami, Yugi, come out here and sing for us."
Yami and Yugi come out, with all of their fan girls getting nosebleeds. They sing "I Got You Babe" by Sonny and Cher, with Yugi playing Cher and Yami playing Sonny:
"They say we're young and we don't know
We won't find out until we grow
Well, I don't know if all that's true
'Cause you got me, and baby, I got you
Babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
They say our love won't pay the rent
Before it's earned, our money's all been spent
I guess that's so, we don't have a pot
But at least I'm sure of all the things we got
Babe
I got you babe
I got you babe"
The crowd erupts into loud applause as Yami and Yugi kiss each other and walk off the stage, hand in hand.
Ruthie: "That was beautiful, you two. And now, for the readers at home, it's time to vote. Voting will be open until I decide to close it on the polls. After the votes are counted, I will reveal the winner. Good luck, contestants, and good night."
A/N: I decided to bash Tea because, well, I don't like her. So, remember, vote and review, please. The sooner you vote and review, the sooner the results go up. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: cartoons
Chapter 1
Yugo's body was tired and beaten, his shorts straining to stay around his hips after the battle he had been through. The portal had tossed him close to the shore of the island, where a war was waged between the Shushus and the fleet of ships. The calmness in the air made him relish the softness of the sand. The young Grougal rolled onto the sand as well, still in a daze from the time trapped in Qilby's lab.
"We did it, Grougal... we're finally home," Yugo laughed weakly, looking up to the sky with his bright, round eyes, a bit of sadness in them as he remembered the battle he had just fought.
A figure approached, and Yugo propped himself up on his elbows to look. He yelped when he felt a sharp pressure bear down on his crotch as the woman known as Moffette pressed the tip of her boot against it. "Funny meeting you on my sweep," she said. "Figured I would've met a Shushu or two to top off this glorious battle, but instead I ran into a brat..." Her mouth grew wide in a mischievous grin, her eyes scanning across Yugo's body, her toe still keeping pressure on his manhood.
Yugo's legs tried to kick at the sand to get away from her, merely digging a pair of trenches as his tired body could barely muster the strength to lift his arms. "N-nn... we're not your enemy, though... can't you see? The battle's over," Yugo said, giving a groan of relief when the busty Moffette took her boot off his sensitive area. He panted lightly as he looked off to the side, his heart racing from the thought of getting beaten up, or worse, by that woman with the crazy look in her eyes.
Moffette looked down to find a tent had risen in Yugo's shorts, the grin growing even wider as she got down to her knees on the soft sand. Her own heart was still racing from her battle-lust, the sight of the half-naked, worn-out boy touching on primal urges and guiding her hands. "Looks like one little soldier's still up at attention," she said.
Yugo drew in a sharp breath, gasping as his eyes went wide. He looked down, watching the woman's eyes focus on the swell on the front of his shorts, pushing the modest length down with her palm and stroking it back and forth. "What a... are you..." His toes curled, his head shooting back as she squeezed her fingers around the head of his hard shaft, her other hand pushing down on his chest to pin him against the sand.
"I'm taking advantage... you could stand to fight back a little more," Moffette said, laughing. Her fingers hooked under the waistline of his shorts and roughly tugged them down his hips. Yugo gave out little, tired grunts as he tried to spread his legs to keep her from pulling his shorts down, only leaving them splayed out on the sand like he were offering his nude, hairless body to her when they were stripped away. "You seem sooo tired, yet this is so full of energy, isn't it?"
Yugo's voice was nothing but gulps for air, shivers running up his spine as he felt the overpowering woman slide her soft fingers along his cock. Her digits curled around his balls, tugging on the smooth orbs as the other hand went in circles around his chest, lightly flicking over his hardening nipples. "A... hua... the others will... see..." Yugo looked over to Grougal, his face a bright red as he was almost relieved at how deeply the dragon was sleeping.
Moffette glared down at his firm cock and made a fist with her hand, teasing the head of his young length with the spit-dripping opening before sliding him into her tight grip with a slight, slick noise. "We better hurry up then, hm? Only soldiers I like to see standing on the battlefield are my own," she said, licking her full lips.
Yugo's fingers tried to dig into the sand for support, his hips lifting as her slick hand began to pump up and down, peeling the sensitive skin to and fro over the head of his cock. The tip could barely poke out from between her lithe fingers, the furious look in her eyes making him glance away as his pre-cum began to join the warm spit, making the sucking noises louder and louder.
"Surprised you're lasting so long. A brat like you should last five seconds," Moffette said, her hand keeping slamming down. The sound of his swelling balls smacking against her bouncing hand was like music to her ears. "Can't go back to the ships with my outfit so noticeably ruined, though." She lifted her sticky hand away from Yugo's cock, her tongue sneaking out from between her lips to lap at the sticky mixture on her hand.
Without words, Moffette opened the front of her uniform just enough so the young Eliatrope could see the deep cleavage through a modest opening. She got down onto her hands and knees, her wide hips lifting into the air and swaying from side to side like a cat about to pounce. "Ah!" Yugo let out a tired gasp, his mind hazy from the new sensations, his legs twitching slightly underneath the busty woman's body that seemed to pin him so easily.
The woman's breasts made a loud slap as they slammed down onto Yugo's crotch, the woman's outfit hugging her large, milky tits together around his sticky cock as it was forced between the soft mounds. Moffette rolled her body back and forth, her fierce eyes looking down at Yugo's blushing face, only urging her to slide her soft tits back and forth even faster. "Why don't you cum like a good little brat?" she asked, her tits growing sticky from the pre-cum that was milked from his length.
At last, he answered her call, several tight jets of cum releasing from the crown of his cock as he was buried inside her tits, his member flexing powerfully as her cleavage began to overflow with that milky seed. "Hmhm... that's a good boy," Moffette said, lifting her large, heavy tits from Yugo's crotch, a subtle print of pink on his hips and belly where she slammed against him so powerfully. As she stood up, she stuck a finger into the hole of her top, pulling out a cum-coated finger which she curled her tongue around.
After Yugo's head had finally awoken from its daze, he propped himself back up on his elbows, looking around for the woman with the crazy eyes. She was nowhere to be seen, and he almost thought it was a dream. That thought quickly passed when he had to pull his shorts up to hide his sticky length, just in time to avoid being seen by a slowly waking Grougal.
"Ah... m-my brother's nearby..." His senses had returned, the brief encounter with the wild woman coming to an end as he pulled himself together, creating another portal and joining with his friends on the beach. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yukikaze
Taking a Nap
Chapter 1: Taking a Nap
My friend Commander "Shrimp Pie" had this wonderful inspiration. "The only good thing about Coldrex is that it makes its users sleepy anytime and anywhere." He always thinks this way.
Lieutenant Rei Fukai caught a cold, which enhanced his thought. He couldn't concentrate on the instruments panel and felt his eyelids so heavy. The medical officer had said that today was not suitable for flying, well, he was welcome, there were no scramble signals today after all.
All necessary work had already been finished; however, Lieutenant Fukai still wanted to stay in the cockpit of his beloved super-fighter, B-503 Yukikaze. Apart from feeling comfortable with the seat and environment, thanks to the effect of the medicine, he just didn't want to move.
Artificial light showered from the hangar's ceiling, and Rei closed his eyelids, relaxing his body onto the chair. "Feeling so comfortable," he thought, generating an impulse to have a nap. "No, I can't stay here like this; if I really want to sleep, there is a bed in my cell... but... just be like this for a while... maybe it's all right, I'm a patient after all, so I can have some privileges... no, I must keep my eyes open, or I'll really fall into deep sleep..." Although struggling in his mind, there was one thing that the pilot could not stop: his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, as if they were filled with mercury.
"Everyone will consider me a topic of gossip if they see me sleeping inside Yukikaze..." Rei's thought blurred, and his consciousness began to drift away. Dazedly, he felt the light from above was intense, not very comfortable, and he also felt the surrounding area was freezing, and getting more and more freezing.
"You are..." Rei put out a hand to touch her, and the girl responded by tightly holding his hand, with their fingers clasped together. A feeling of warmth generated from palm and fingers; Rei watched as the girl got close to him, and he wanted to say something, but her other hand was put out, gently placing a finger on the pilot's lips.
Like fog or breeze, the warmth surrounded Rei, and the beautiful figure snuggled tightly onto him, wrapping him with her alabaster arms. Then, he believed that he saw a pair of glowing, green wings merge out from the girl's back, diaphanous like crystal, insubstantial like smoke... He couldn't move, as if paralyzed, and was clamped by this dream girl; however, every cell of him felt warm and comfortable, also relieved, the feeling of freeze had already been dispersed. The girl began to transform into a patch of mild brightness, surrounding Rei and marinating him. "So you are... Yuki-chan?" Again, he tried to touch her, only to get absorbed into the brightness and warmth; those sensations were too good, his muscles and bones seemed to melt down.
The second day, Rei encountered his buddy, also his commanding officer, Major James "Jack" Bukhar, in a corridor; the latter was obviously not happy. "He must have just gotten a wave of planetary bombardment from the evil queen," Rei said to himself.
"Hey, you!" Jack stopped his trouble-making friend. "What's wrong with you yesterday? I know you always act on your own pleasures, but at least you've got to know the minimum behavior! Have you ever considered my situation? Always getting pulverized by the auntie of evil because of you! Now I'm writing a self-criticism report again, again!" Jack waved a fold of papers as he complained.
Rei responded airily, "I just... accidentally slept in Yukikaze's cockpit... you know I caught a cold and used some hypnagogic Coldrex; it made me too sleepy..."
"What? Wait a sec..." Rei figured out that he didn't understand what his CO was talking about.
Jack said, "More than one hundred units of human had witnessed that; you must be really enjoying yourself, concealing in the cockpit, dating a dream girl in a dream world. I would call the engineer staff to cut through the canopy with laser cutters to drag you out if the system was not on 'alert' mode..."
The Major was silent too, and both of them were speechless for a few minutes, quite an embarrassing scene.
"I get it," said Jack. "I'm not going to write a self-criticism report for you anymore! Let Yukikaze do it!"
"Yukikaze?" Rei's brain was short-circuited; what did Yuki-chan have to do with this?
"And don't forget to tell your beloved Yukikaze to hand over her self-criticism report together with yours!" Major spoke as he left Rei standing alone and puzzled.
Time rolled back to yesterday: Rei was sleeping deeply inside Yukikaze's cockpit; it seemed even a proximal explosion was still insufficient to wake him up. The camera installed on the instrument panel made a weak sound by calibrating its focal length. Slowly and silently, Yukikaze closed her canopy, locked it, then activated the air conditioner to send out a stream of appropriate warmth. Rei's fringe was stirred by the wind, brushing on his eyelids, resulting in a slight shiver of itch. Immediately, the port of the air conditioner changed angle to make sure the pilot wouldn't be disturbed by the air stream. After that, Yukikaze set herself into alert mode and muted the timer. As time ticked, dozens of SAF personnel gathered around Yukikaze, whispering, even giggling. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: cartoons
Chapter 1
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"Gee, Freddie, why are so many cars leaving?" Daphne asked as the Mystery Machine rolled up the snowy road towards the Christmas Castle Inn.
"I don't know. The place is always packed on Christmas Eve," Freddie replied.
Shaggy offered, "Well, it's also a Christmas tree farm, so maybe they're all just buying their trees at the last minute?"
"But there are no trees on the cars," Daphne answered.
After parking up front in the large and nearly empty parking lot, they grabbed their bags and piled many wrapped presents in Shaggy's arms, which he fumbled all the way to the entrance.
An older woman in a Christmas-themed turtleneck and long skirt was at the door, begging the frightened guests to stay, but they ignored her pleas. Next to her were two men: the first, a distinguished man in his mid-thirties, wearing a tuxedo and a frown; the other, older, dressed in overalls and a plaid flannel shirt stained with pine sap. "It's all just some stupid prank! Please, stay," he said in a gruff but kind voice.
"What's going on?" Daphne asked.
"Oh, it's terrible! Everyone's been frightened away by the Christmas tree monster," the woman explained. Then she introduced herself as Mrs. Tannenbaum, co-owner with her husband, the older gentleman.
The younger man scoffed. "A tree that cuts down people? Preposterous! If they're that stupid, then good riddance."
"Snydington!" Mrs. Tannenbaum snapped.
"Without this business, we're sunk," Mr. Tannenbaum said. Then he excused himself to close up the tree farm. Snydington huffed that they could call him if they needed anything before leaving too.
Daphne told Mrs. Tannenbaum they still wanted to check in. The grateful woman explained that the staff had left too, so they should just help themselves to anything. "It's a shame to let so much food go to waste," she sighed.
Shaggy's eyes brightened. "Well, me and Scoob will do our best to make sure that doesn't happen!" In a flash, they'd run off towards the kitchen. Mrs. Tannenbaum then excused herself too, saying she was going to take a sleeping pill and rest.
"Well, it looks like we have a Christmas mystery on our hands," Fred commented.
"What a gift," Velma muttered.
The girls put the gang's gifts under the lovely tree in the lounge, then brought their luggage to their rooms. Fred gathered wood from outside and built a fire in the enormous stone fireplace.
"What now?" Daphne asked.
Freddie answered, unsurprisingly, "We split up and search for clues."
"Well, Shaggy and Scooby have the kitchen covered," Velma laughed before heading to the stairs.
Fred and Daphne slowly walked towards the back hall, but once the sound of Velma's footsteps had faded, Fred scooped Daphne up and plopped her onto a fluffy couch. They started making out in earnest.
Shaggy stared at his three-foot-tall sandwich, with more fixings than ghosts that had turned out to be fake. He glanced away to grab a pickle when Scooby swallowed Shaggy's gastronomical masterpiece in one gulp.
"Scoob!" he whined. "Oh well, I'll make an even better one this time. Now, where's some more bread...?" A thick pine branch tapped him on the shoulder and handed him a fresh loaf. "Ah, thanks." He cut a slice before his eyes suddenly bulged, and he looked again. The nine-foot-tall tree, with red glowing eyes, glowered at him, its lower branches spreading like a giant maw as it roared.
"Zoinks!" Shaggy and Scooby yelled before running away. The monster grabbed the knife and gave chase. The frightened pair came to a metal door, which they yanked open and went through. Only then did they realize it was a walk-in refrigerator. The monster's branches snapped against the doorframe as it followed them inside, roaring.
BLAM! BLAM!
Fred and Daphne snapped to attention. Velma ran down the stairs, shouting, "What happened!"
The couple rushed out to meet her. "I don't know!" Fred gasped.
"I think it came from the kitchen," Daphne said, so the three rushed there. A trail of kitchenware and pine needles led to the walk-in. They carefully entered the eerily quiet room. Daphne suddenly squealed and buried her head in Freddie's chest.
The tree monster lay in a pool of blood. Scooby was lying on the floor, whimpering with his paws over his eyes.
Shaggy stood perfectly still, shaky hands still aiming his Colt snub-nose at the evil tree. "It had a knife, and it was, like, coming right at us, man...!" he rambled.
Velma carefully stepped around the tree, kicking the knife away before reaching him and taking the gun. "It's all over now. You did the right thing," she soothed him.
Fred gently pulled away from Daphne and started fishing through the branches. The others leaned in to see him uncover the culprit's face. "Snydington?" they said in unison.
His eyes half opened, and he gasped, "I only wanted to scare you... I was going to buy this place in foreclosure. And I would have gotten away with it too, if..."
Then he coughed up blood and died. The gang just stared for a minute.
"Shouldn't we call the police or something?" Daphne fretted.
Hours later, Mr. Tannenbaum returned to find the gang sitting by the roaring fire, drinking eggnog, cocoa, and no small amount of booze. "Hey, like, come join us!" Shaggy slurred with a dumb smile. The old man didn't hesitate and poured himself a stiff one.
Daphne quietly said, "We found out who the monster really was. Snydington."
Never taking her eyes off the roaring fire, Velma added, "...but he got away."
"Hmm..." Mr. Tannenbaum didn't seem surprised. A few minutes passed quietly, then he cleared his throat. "You built a good fire, but it smells like some rotten pine got in there." |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yumeiro-Pâtissière-夢色パティシエール
Love is difficult
Chapter 1: Love is difficult
May: This one is a Yumeiro Patisserie-based story, with the pairing of Makoto and Ichigo. Again, it's a one-shot.
It has been a year since Makoto admitted his feelings for Ichigo. It has also been a year since they started their own patisserie shop without any disturbance from either Johnny or Miya, both of whom are crazy in love with each of them. Additionally, it has been a year since his older sister married their head bodyguard.
He loved her, and it only took a push and a threat from Hanabusa to make him realize his feelings. "Kashino?" he turned his head to look at her. Her brown eyes looked at him with their usual cheer, but were somewhat mixed with worry.
"What is it?" he inquired, as he tightened his hold on her waist. Ever since he found out that Johnny had also taken a liking to her, he had become overprotective, to the point of accompanying her everywhere. He had solemnly promised the older man that he would never hurt her, not physically, anyway, and would try to tone down his temper. He admitted, albeit to himself, that she had become worthy of being called a great patisserie, even surpassing her legendary grandmother, whom he had heard a lot about but never really got to understand.
But he couldn't accept and even admit one thing to himself. Love is...difficult for him to grasp. If it were anything related to making sweets, he could give it his best, but love is a new concept for him. He let out a sigh as he tightened his hold on her. All because of one thing. Momentarily, he relaxed his hold on her as he remembered that they were spending their night as a couple, and not people who are afraid of being separated.
"Kashino?" he heard her call, and he turned his head again to look at her. "Hmm?" "It was quite fun to be with you here in the City of Love," she told him, as she leaned her head on his chest. He was thankful that his hormones had kicked in the last year before they even made their relationship real. If not, he didn't want to be the one in her position right now.
But a smile made its way across his face as he held her close. "Ichigo?" "Thank you for staying with me," he told her. "I greatly appreciate it." He didn't hear anything from her or feel any movement, but a light, quick kiss on his cheek.
"What was that?" he asked, his eyes wide as he looked at her. Sure, they had kissed a few times before, but most were purely accidental, and there was only one time when he could recall that they did it for real, triggered by the surge of their emotions for each other.
Ichigo laughed at his face and answered, her voice cheery. "It was me," she said, then leaned her head on his shoulder. "I agreed to stay with you, forever." He let out a sigh. Nothing could make this day better. He was here with the woman he had asked to be with him forever, and nothing could change it.
"I'm so glad that you agreed to go with me," he told her. "Nothing-" "Oh, I beg to differ, Makoto-kun," a voice spoke. He tensed as the voice processed in his head. There's only one person who calls him that, and it could never be anyone other than Miya-san.
Ichigo beat him to it, "Miya-san!" He turned his body halfway to see the heiress herself, with a red scarf tied around her neck, and Johnny standing beside her. "What are you doing here?" he asked, as he looked at her, his arms falling to his sides. His nightmare had come true.
The girl walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Why, to spend this romantic evening with you, Ma-ko-to-kun," she told him seductively, which made him all the more sick with her. He turned his head to see Johnny hugging Ichigo too tightly for his own liking. He then turned back to look at Miya and couldn't help but cringe his neck away from her, as far as her hold on him would allow. He turned his head again to look at Ichigo.
He released himself from Miya's hold and quickly grabbed Ichigo's hand, who was thankfully released. And ran off with her. For the first time, he didn't care that someone was following him, nor the fact that his emotions were jumbled, and also the fact that he couldn't understand love as what others perceived it to be.
But right now, all he cared about was getting away from the two crazed cousins. He had all the time in the world to think about it, and a chance to understand it in his own terms. But again, for him, being the son and heir to the Kashino fortune was making it all the more hard for him, along with other things.
He turned to look at Ichigo, who was not saying anything, but he knew for a fact that she was glad to be away from them. But for him, it was what he truly felt, even if love was still a difficult subject for him to grasp.
He still shivered at the thought when he remembered the day his sister had announced their engagement, the day of the Cake Grand Prix in Paris. His mind was full of the competition, and he never had the chance to even tell anyone how he felt, although Ichigo remained oblivious to it. Both Hanabusa and Andou knew what he really felt for their former teammate and leader: he loved her, and it only took a push and a threat from Hanabusa to make him realize his feelings. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: cartoons
Yumi and Jeremie: The Pact
Chapter 1
Yumi and Jeremie: The Pact
"So... how should we start this?" Yumi asked as she sat next to Jeremie on his bed. She had expected that he wouldn't be one to jump her the moment they walked through the door, but from the drive over, he seemed completely racked by nerves, avoiding eye contact seemingly at all costs. "Are you sure you even want to do this?"
"I do," Jeremie responded, wringing his hands together. "This is just a little... weird, don't you think?"
Yumi nodded slightly as she rubbed her arm absentmindedly. Next to Ulrich and Aelita, Jeremie was the closest to her in the group, and when they were younger, she saw him as almost a little brother figure, someone to look out for rather than go after romantically. Looking at Jeremie, Yumi could tell why Aelita found him attractive, with his fair, soft features and the lean muscle to his body. He was far from having a six-pack and biceps, but try as he might to deny it, he was no longer the skeletal boy that looked like he would collapse from a strong breeze.
His once-rounded, almost cherub-like face had now developed to become more chiseled, with a now-solid-looking jawline, not as strong-looking as Ulrich's, but she knew from experience that Jeremie could take a punch. She recalled the time that William had thrown a jokey punch at Odd, who promptly ducked, causing Jeremie, who was standing behind him, to take a sucker punch straight to the mouth. Luckily, he brushed it off fairly well, showing Yumi that Jeremie did, in fact, have a manly side, which she found quite attractive.
"It would help if you tell me what you like," Yumi suggested. "You know, stuff that turns you on."
"Oh... my turn-ons..."
Jeremie turned away suddenly, unable to look Yumi in the eye. "I've never really thought about that," he said.
"What? You're honestly telling me that you don't have fantasies or anything?" Yumi stared, gobsmacked, at Jeremie's confession. "None that I know of," he replied.
"You haven't done anything remotely dirty with Aelita? I know she's dressed up for you, but seriously, is that all?" Yumi asked, her curiosity piqued. "As far as I'm aware, yes," Jeremie answered.
"You've never tied her up?" Yumi asked, her eyes wide with surprise. "No," Jeremie replied, his voice calm and collected.
"Never been tied up?" she pressed on. "Nope," he said, a hint of a smile on his face.
"You ever spanked her?" Yumi asked, her voice laced with amusement. "Afraid not," Jeremie replied, his expression unchanging.
"Any remotely public?" Yumi asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Does my office count?" Jeremie asked, a hint of a smile on his face.
"Oh, you poor deprived thing," Yumi fawned, pulling Jeremie into a tight hug while he looked mildly confused. "How have you survived this long?" she asked, her voice filled with amusement.
"Because I'm not a pervert," Jeremie replied plainly. "You honestly spend far too much time around Sam and Odd," he chastised, as Yumi stroked his hair. "And is it really that surprising that I don't have any hidden dirty fantasies? Did you expect me to have some that would even make Sam cringe?"
"It is always the quiet ones," Yumi tittered. "Aelita does seem extremely satisfied with whatever you do, so I admit I've always been curious about your performance in the bedroom. It was easy to assume that you were a closeted kinky bastard. So, what exactly is your secret, if it's nothing rough or dirty?"
Pausing for a moment without saying a word, Jeremie leaned in, pulling the collar of Yumi's top down gently, pressing his mouth against the nape of her neck. After a moment, Yumi wondered what the big deal was, until she was suddenly wracked with pleasurable shudders and shakes. "Oooooohhh, wow," she gasped, as Jeremie found her sweet spot on her neck within seconds. "That's the spot," she sighed, wrapping her fingers into Jeremie's hair, pulling his head closer.
She could feel him chuckle lightly against her skin as her head began to swim. How the hell did he know how to do this? She didn't even know that it was possible to feel this good just from being kissed on the neck. Jeremie's hands traveled up her body, moving to cup her breasts, his skilled fingers molding perfectly around her perky mounds. The years of typing on a keyboard had paid off amazingly, giving him fingers that could stimulate several erogenous zones at once.
Yumi began to pant as Jeremie splayed his fingers, pressing down on several different points of her breasts, sending bolts of sensation straight down her spine. Her own hands moved down to pull her top up over her head, revealing her black lace bra. "More," she panted, grasping Jeremie's wrists, placing his golden hands back on her breasts. She adored Ulrich's rougher holds, but Jeremie, by far, had more skill in his hands.
Jeremie's smile widened as Yumi's back suddenly arched with a sharp gasp of pleasure. When her eyes had closed, Jeremie had snuck his hands under her bra, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. Keening lowly, Yumi reached behind her, snapping off her bra, casting it aside before pulling Jeremie closer to her. "You're so reserved," she panted, as Jeremie continued his slow but talented ministrations. "Ulrich's normal much rougher by now, don't be afraid to be rougher."
"Sorry, this is still a little weird for me. You were kind of like a sister to me, you know?" Jeremie explained nervously, before Yumi silenced him by clutching his head. "Not good bedroom talk," she scolded lightly, before kissing him hard and deep. "Now, don't you dare stop," she hissed lustfully, pushing him down, starting to squirm out of her pants, starting to pant with anticipation, as Jeremie helped pull them down her long, silky legs, revealing her black lace thong.
Jeremie paused for a second at the sight of the tiny slip clothing that only just covered her slit, showing hints of her pussy lips, and leaving the majority of her crotch bare. Aelita had never worn anything so revealing, but for a moment, Jeremie pondered asking her to try such clothing. "What are you doing? Don't stop!" Yumi keened, bucking her hips towards him. "Keep touching me."
Feeling his pants tighten, Jeremie went back to work, pulling Yumi's thong to a side, marveling at the sight of her pristine little core. Almost able to feel the heat radiating from it without even touching her, licking his dry lips, he gently began to rub two fingers along her core, making Yumi gasp and shudder with pleasure. Resting his thumb on her clit, Jeremie slowly pushed two fingers into Yumi's pussy, up to the second joint, gently curling them, caressing her insides, soon making her breathing short and labored in pleasure. Her hips bucked pleadingly for more, prompting him to sink his fingers in deeper. "Oh god, your hands are fucking gold," Yumi sighed, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair. "I'm glad Aelita wasn't lying about you."
Smiling warmly, Jeremie lowered his head, slowly running his tongue along her slit, making Yumi nearly jolt off the bed. "Oooh, fuck, that's good!" she cried, burying her fingers in the blond's hair. "Don't stop!" she begged, and Jeremie did not stop.
Minutes passed as Jeremie slowly caressed and lapped at Yumi's sweet little cunt, her long, smooth legs hanging lazily over his shoulders, as her toes curled and uncurled over and over. Sweat was pouring from her skin as she grasped at everything she could reach: Jeremie's hair, his shoulders, the bed covers, her breasts, and even at one point, she clutched at her own hair, as she lost herself in ecstasy. "I'm nearly there! Oh, fuck, please more!" she whined, thrashing her head around. She was only used to getting this worked up over rough treatment, but Jeremie was going so slow and gentle, it boggled her mind as to how he was hitting all the right spots at the perfect moments. "I'm cumming!!!"
Yumi's back arched as far as it could go, as her body began to spasm and buck in ecstasy. Pure electric shocks of pleasure drove through her veins, as Jeremie didn't stop his ministrations for a second. She couldn't believe that Jeremie was bringing her this much pleasure, and promised to herself to never underestimate a man's sexual prowess simply by how withdrawn he was.
As her orgasm settled down, she expected Jeremie to pull away and get to the 'main event', but he didn't fucking stop. Over the next hour and a half, Jeremie remained between her legs, bringing her to climax over and over again with his skilled fingers and tongue. Her moans and cries escalated with every orgasm, squirming wildly, half out of mind-numbing pleasure, and half to move away, so she could return to favor, but he just wouldn't seem to let her even think straight. Most guys would have given up at this point, wanting to be pleasured themselves, but Jeremie seemed adamant on making sure Yumi had at least ten orgasms.
When Jeremie finally pulled away, Yumi could hardly move a muscle. Her entire body was completely limber and relaxed, and the simple task of lifting her head seemed nigh on impossible. As Jeremie stood up, Yumi flinched slightly at the sound of his knees cracking, expecting the sound of his fly opening, but it never came. As Yumi lay before him, completely blissed out, Jeremie corrected his glasses, walking forward to plant a kiss on her forehead. "I trust that was satisfactory," he smiled, with the slightest hint of arrogance in his tone.
"W-wha...? Y-you're done?" Yumi asked in confusion, glancing down to see Jeremie's pants still tented, and looking almost strained. "You haven't even touched yourself," she said, her voice laced with surprise.
"Afraid not, wasn't this what you expected?" Jeremie asked, his voice calm and collected.
"But what about you?" Yumi asked weakly, pushing herself up to rest on her elbows. "I haven't even touched you yet," she said, her eyes filled with concern.
"You don't have to, trust me, most nights I just make Aelita orgasm, then let her sleep," Jeremie explained, with a warm smile. "She doesn't like that fact, but most days, seeing her like you are, is good enough for me."
Yumi's heart both warmed and clenched at his confession. "Jeremie, come here," she bade him, forcing herself to sit upright, holding her arms out. Jeremie cautiously obliged her, moving to hug her, closing his eyes, as Yumi wrapped her arms around him. "You're not doing your normal selfless thing tonight, I am going to make you cum, and I mean hard," she purred lustfully in his ear, when she had a good hard grip on him. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, you'll struggle to walk for the rest of the day," she promised, smiling, as a tell-tale shudder traveled along Jeremie's body.
Knowing she had him where she wanted him, Yumi pushed him away, so he was standing before her, letting her hands travel to his belt buckle. Looking up at him with misty eyes, as she worked his pants open, pulling them down, to reveal his bulging boxers. "My, my, Aelita seems to be a lucky girl," she simpered, rubbing his bulge with her soft palm, making the blond groin buckling slightly, as his legs went weak. Yumi tittered at his reaction, slowly pulling his boxers down, freeing his aching six-inch-long cock. "There we go," she smiled, licking her lips, parting them, as she leaned her head in.
She was less than an inch away from the head of his penis, when Jeremie placed a hand on her head to stop her. "Wait," he sighed, suddenly unable to look her in the eye. "I kinda...really only...like Aelita doing that...no offense," he admitted, blushing slightly, as he rubbed the back of his head.
"You are far too sweet sometimes," Yumi simpered, moving up to kiss him deeply, rolling her tongue around his, savoring his moan, as her still dripping core slid along his length, as she molded to him. "Want to get straight to the good part, then? Just sit back, and let me do the work this time," she purred, pushing Jeremie backwards, onto the bed, making him land on his ass.
With a sultry smirk, Yumi bent over fully, pushing her ass up, as she slowly undid his shirt buttons, one by one, knowing that he was in turmoil, at where to look, at her face, or at her tight little ass. When she fully unbuttoned the clothing, she whipped it open, revealing Jeremie's firm chest. It wasn't at all muscle-bound, but it wasn't possible to see his ribs anymore, like when he was younger. She kissed him deep again, before ducking down, to sneak a loving kiss on the weeping head of his cock. "Sorry, couldn't resist," she winked cheekily, licking her lips, making Jeremie shudder, at the sight, and feeling.
Resting a hand on his shoulders, she sultrily mounted his lap, reaching down, to grasp his length, moving it, until the head of his cock pressed against her hot core. "Here we go, ready?" she panted, as Jeremie nodded his head, gritting his teeth tightly, letting out a deep breath. Yumi quickly sank down on Jeremie's entire length, taking him balls deep, in one smooth motion. "Fuck!" she cried, as Jeremie groaned against her throat. He wasn't as large, or as long as Ulrich, but he hit all the right places, almost instinctually.
Slowly gyrating her hips, Yumi wrapped her arms tightly around Jeremie's neck, holding him, as close as possible. Aelita told her that Jeremie loved close, passionate sex, most of all, so that's what she was going to give him. "You feel so good," she whispered tenderly, in his ear. "I need to steal you from Aelita more often."
Jeremie let out a shuddering, choked breath of pleasure, as Yumi's cunt gripped him tight. "You're so hot, it's crazy," he shuddered, resting his hands on her ass, gripping her behind tight, as she bounced it up and down his cock, not moving her upper half an inch, only holding him tighter, as bolts of pleasure shot up her spine. "You're so damn wet."
"You almost said a dirty word," Yumi giggled, in his ear. "Our little Jeremie's growing up."
An uncharacteristic growl left Jeremie's mouth, making Yumi gasp. "Don't fucking tease me," he growled, making Yumi moan deeply, shaking like a leaf.
"You sound so hot, when you dirty talk," Yumi simpered, kissing at Jeremie's neck, pumping her hips harder, feeling his cock starting to throb already. After denying himself any form of stimulation, for over an hour, it was expected, for him to blow fast.
Digging his fingers into the flesh of Yumi's ass, Jeremie continued to utter dirty little nothings, into Yumi's ear, making her moan, keen, and even have miniature orgasms, from pure arousal. Precum was now oozing freely, from the tip of his cock, warming Yumi's insides, and the way she was moving, he wasn't going to last much longer. Grinning dirtily, against the blond's neck, Yumi suddenly pushed hard, against him, making him fall onto his back, as she placed her hands on his shoulders. "Now, for the real ride," she moaned, licking her lips, lustfully, before resuming, to bounce on his cock, at a much harder, and faster pace.
Jeremie's head rolled back, as he found himself unable to speak. He felt like he was going to explode, but he held back, wanting the experience, to last, as long as possible. Yumi's impossibly tight cunt, pistoned along his cock, at an unimaginable pace, making them both moan, and pant, with lust, and pleasure. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Jeremie, I'm going to drain you, fucking dry, don't hold back, anything, fill me, with every drop, of fucking cum, you've got!" Yumi cried out, before throwing her head back, screaming, in pure nirvana, her cunt becoming even tighter, than before, crushing Jeremie's cock, in pure heaven.
Jeremie's head whited out, when he finally let himself go, erupting into Yumi, with more force, than he had ever achieved, with Aelita. He came so hard, it felt like it was dragging out, his very soul, and essence, with it. Yumi's body felt like it was being set alight, from Jeremie's huge release, flooding her pussy, and womb. Her nails dug into his shoulders, drawing blood, as she continued to ride him, determined to drain every last drop, out of his balls.
Sweat poured down her, as she bucked, and gyrated, her hips, feeling every spurt, of cum, Jeremie gave her, filling her womb. By how much, he had come, he had been holding back, for at least a week, or so. Feeling her pussy begin to ache, but not in the pleasurable way, she hoped, she hopped off, of his cock, immediately, stuffing it, into her mouth, sucking hard, on his length, before he could stop her, bobbing her head, whilst rubbing his balls, to get the very last spurts, of cum, out of him, swallowing them down, zealously.
"My god, that was amazing," Yumi moaned, licking her lips, resting her head, on Jeremie's stomach, as she gently continued, to stroke him. Jeremie could only mumble, in reply, no longer complaining, as Yumi moved down, to kiss all over his cock. "I wonder what the others are doing," she pondered, before sucking the head, of Jeremie's cock, back into her mouth. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: harry_potter
Chapter 1
Broken, Mended, Broken, Loved
The great and brilliant Blade Maxwell, Goddess of Death, beta'ed this!
"Harry, please," Draco cried out as Harry backed away from him. "I don't love her!"
Harry raised an eyebrow at his now ex-lover; the scene before him made Draco's words seem false. "Draco, darling, what's wrong? Now that Potter knows you don't have to pretend not to love me," Pansy Parkinson giggled, as she all but wrapped herself around Draco like a snake. "Parkinson, I don't love you," Draco cried out, causing hope to appear in Harry's heart, only for it to come crashing down with Draco's next words. "I don't love Harry either; I only want him for his money, like I want you!"
At that, Draco paled as he faced two very mad people. "So you were only after us for our money, then? I mean, with the war and the Dark Lord before Potter killed him last year, huh?" Pansy said, as her personality did a total 180. Pansy then reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a potion vial, holding it up. "What's that?" Draco demanded, as he and Harry looked at the vial in Pansy's hand. "It can't be that potion... can it?"
Pansy angrily nodded her head. "Veritaserum. Imagine my shock when Professor Snape, Longbottom, and Granger approached me."
"Oh no," Harry moaned out, as tears began to run down his face. "Draco, please, tell me it's not true, that Neville was wrong, right? You're not..."
Draco looked away. "The Malfoys are as rich as the Weasleys now, what with having to pay the fines because of my family's so-called 'war crimes' and so..."
"You courted us at the same time, not putting your eggs all in one basket, then you married one of us so you could get rid of the money issues that your family is having," Pansy all but snarled. Draco looked away, not able to look either Harry or Pansy in the eye. "What a Valentine's Day this turned out to be," Harry's watery-filled voice reached Draco's ears, causing him to flinch. "And here I thought that this Valentine's Day would be different."
"Come on, Harry," Pansy said, as she took Harry by the wrist. "Let's go and find Professor Snape, Longbottom, and Granger. We should thank them."
"You're right," Harry said, as he wiped away his tears and allowed Pansy to pull him. "How are we going to find them?"
"I'm not sure," Pansy said, as she led them away from Draco and towards Professor Snape's area of the dungeons. "I don't know where they are. Any ideas?"
"We know," a voice came from the shadows, causing both Harry and Pansy to jump. Quickly turning around, Harry felt Neville's and Severus' lips on his body, while Pansy felt Hermione's lips on her own. As Harry and Pansy allowed their hearts to heal, they both thought, "Maybe this Valentine's Day won't be so bad after all."
The End. NEXT CHAPTER
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor Yu-Gi-Oh, nor do I have any rights to them or make any money from writing these fics. Never Give Up Hope.
"Don't give up!" a strong and determined voice called out from the stands. Everyone froze and looked up to where the voice had come from; it was as if time had frozen in place. In the stands stood a petite male with female features. He had a soft but strong look to him. His emerald eyes burned with passion and love. The wind came from an open window, moving his ankle-length black hair to reveal a pair of pointed ears and a lightning bolt scar. "Keep going!" the elf-like male cried out. "Don't forget what we're fighting for!"
The two duelists down in the arena turned and looked at each other. "I take it you know him?" the female blond-haired duelist asked her opponent. "And from his words, it seems you're fighting for something more than just to defeat me, Mai Valentine."
Neville looked up at his opponent with a look that relieved the elfin boy. "My Harry's right; I won't give up!"
Mai and the crowd could only watch as Neville turned the duel around. Neville went from being used to wipe the floor to the one using Mai to wipe the floor. The duel was over in a flash. "Love, I did it!" Neville cried out over the cheers and cries of shock. "I did it, Harry!"
That day, when Mai Valentine lost and Neville won, was a day in history. Mai became stronger, while Neville and Harry grew closer, broke away from those who meant to control them, and gained their own life. They had not only won the duel, they had won so much more. The End. NEXT CHAPTER
Chapter 3
A Kinky Time
"Come on," Neville said, with doe-like eyes at Severus. "It'll be fun. Harry's overworked as it is, so we'll be killing two birds with one stone this way."
"That is beside the point," Severus said dryly, as he looked down at Neville. "And just how did you manage to get into my private quarters after I changed the password?"
Neville gave a smirk from his spot on the floor by the fire. "The painting that guards your entrance knows me and Harry, and he allowed me in with no problems at all."
"Just my luck," Severus said, with a grumble. "Now then, just what is your plan to get us more sex and Harry to relax more?"
Neville looked at Severus with wide eyes. "You weren't listening!"
Severus simply shrugged his shoulders, a small smile playing on his face, as Neville started to mutter about ungrateful mates to a plant.
Some time later, with Harry, "I'm back," Harry called out tiredly, as he entered his lovers' private rooms. "You guys wouldn't believe the chaos that's going on out there because of this Easter."
Harry walked into the living room and placed his school bag down on the sofa with a heavy sigh, looking around the room, he allowed a frown to show itself as he noticed how empty it seemed to be. "Sev? Nev?" Harry called out, as he looked around the different rooms. "Where are you guys? I thought you two said you'd be here when I got back?"
A dark voice came from behind Harry, as he stood outside of the bedroom he and his two lovers shared. "Oh, but my Easter Bunny, we are, and we've been waiting for you," a voice came, as Harry found a pair of arms wrapping around him tightly and dragging him into the bedroom. "Let me go! What's going on?" Harry yelled out, as he tried to get free, only to stop at the sight he saw. "Sev, hun?"
"What?"
"Why are you wearing a black Easter Bunny costume for?"
"Neville..."
"Ah..."
"Come on, guys! It's Easter!" Neville said, as he punched the air happily. "Let's celebrate it our own way!"
"...Neville?" Harry asked once again, with wide eyes. Neville gave a sigh. "I'm dressed up as an Easter Duckling, love."
"I thought, by the end of this, Harry would be the one as an Easter Duckling," Severus said, as he brought his wand out, gave it a wave, and the three of them now stood naked. "Much better. Now the fun can begin."
"Fun?" Neville said, with a gulp, as Harry clung to Neville. "Why are you looking at us like that, Sev?"
"Oh, don't worry, my loves," Severus said, as he swooped down on them like an advancing bat. "You'll both like what I'm about to do to you... you'll like it a lot."
A few minutes later, "Sev," Neville moaned, as he struggled against the ropes. "Was it really needed to tie me up too?"
"Oh, yes," Severus said, with a lick of his lips. "You see, while you were busy getting Harry, I prepared a little surprise."
"A little surprise?" Harry and Neville said, at the same time, their eyes flew down to the two boxes that were in Severus' hands. "What's that?" Harry said, nervously, as his gaze never left Severus' hands. "Don't you worry, my little kitten," Severus said, as he gave Harry a passionate kiss. "Nothing bad will happen, remember?"
Harry nodded his head; his lovers had promised him to never do anything that he wasn't comfortable with, which Harry appreciated, due to the abuse of the Dursleys.
"Anyway, you'll be helping me out in a bit," Severus said, with a smirk, as he flicked his wand, causing both younger males to give a moan, as a cold and wet feeling wrapped around inside of them, in preparation. "Help?" Harry said, as he bit his lip nervously. "Hey, what about me?" Neville said, with a pout. "This was my idea."
"Oh, don't worry," Severus said, with a grin, as he placed the boxes down on the bed in front of his tied-up lovers. "You definitely won't be forgotten."
And with that, Severus allowed Harry and Neville to see just what he had been hiding in the boxes. Inside the boxes were two bunny-shaped toys. "Happy Easter," Severus said, with a smirk, as he took out the bunny toys and placed one inside of Neville and the other inside of Harry. "I hope you like your little Easter present from me; they're made of chocolate, you know. Got to love magic."
Both Neville and Harry gave a groan, as they felt the bunny inside of them moving, thanks to Severus. "Sev!" Harry cried out, as he felt Severus' other hand start to pump him. "Hush, my sweet," Severus said, as he gave Harry's manhood a lick. "Let it out, relax, love."
And, if by magic, Harry came all over Severus' hand. "Sev," Harry said, breathlessly, as Severus waved his wand, and Harry became free. "Whatever will you think of next?"
Severus gave a smirk, as he drew Harry in close. "We'll have to see, my kitten," and with that, Severus placed a loving kiss on Harry's lips. "Hey! What about me?" Neville cried out, from his spot on the bed. "I'm still tied up here, and hard as a rock!"
"Harry, would you like to help me?" Severus said, with a smirk, as he watched the drool-worthy sight of Harry happily eating the chocolate bunny toy that had been used on him moments before. Harry nodded his head happily, the chocolate bunny in his mouth, making Severus give a chuckle. "Alright, then," Severus said, once Harry had finished his treat. "Let's show Neville here what happens when he tries to trick us."
Neville gave a groan of delight and panic, as his two lovers advanced on him, lust and love mixed in their eyes. It was going to be a while before Neville would be getting out of the ropes... though Neville couldn't find himself complaining. The End. NEXT CHAPTER
Chapter 4
I Don't Think So
"Concentrate, Harry," Hermione said, as they walked out into the school grounds. "What would you get if you mixed-"
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Draco said, as he stood in front of them. "But I would like to have a few words with Ha-Potter here."
"I've already told you, Malfoy," Harry said, with a glare. "I know you've come into your inheritance as a Veela, and mine as a Dark Elf. I know all about magical creatures and mates, and as such, I know that I'm not your mate!"
"Oh, my beloved is just playing hard to get," Draco said, as he swept Harry up into his arms. "My little elf is shy, but I'll change that when I get him in bed."
Hermione went bright red at Draco's words, while trying to hold back Ron, who seemed to be doing a very good impression of a fire-breathing dragon. "I'm not your mate," Harry said, his voice blank and level. "When will you ever get it through that thick skull of yours that I'm not your mate? I'm already taken!"
"...Taken?" the voices of Hermione, Draco, and Ron echoed out, like a parrot. "When?"
Harry gave a glare at Draco. "I found my mate. My mate is a dominant male and has an Elemental Ability with the earth, like plants, flowers, the ground, and such. I know you're not my mate, Malfoy, because I've already found mine, and we've bonded."
The pairs of wide eyes stared at Harry in surprise. "No! Not my Harry!" Draco wailed, as he hugged Harry closely. "Who is this evil male who has tricked you so evilly?"
Harry didn't answer; instead, he allowed a smile to bloom on his face, as he spotted a certain male making his way towards them. "...Draco?" Harry said, slowly, causing the blond Veela to freeze. "Want to see something... interesting that I can do?"
Blood rushed to Draco's face, as he nodded. The next thing anyone knew was that Draco was down on the floor, clutching his crown jewels, as he turned into a human ball and whimpered, while Harry and Neville were currently making out, like there was no tomorrow. "Well, that's the end of that," Hermione said, as she looked between Harry and Neville. "You going to stop doing this to Harry now, Malfoy... Malfoy?"
Gaining no answer from the blond, Hermione quickly turned around, only to find...
...Draco and Ron in a major make-out session. The End. NEXT CHAPTER
Chapter 5
A Dark Lord and his Death Eater
Harry gazed up into his partner's eyes. "Why won't you tell me who you are?"
Harry waited for an answer, as he looked up at his partner, who, much to his amusement, was dressed up as a Death Eater, only their mask was cut in half to allow them to eat and drink easily. "That is not the rules of this ball," the masked male said, as he stroked Harry's hair. "You'll have to wait until the witching hour to find out."
Harry gave a pout, as he leaned into the male's artistic hands. "But-"
The Death Eater smirked. "And I am your loyal Death Eater, oh my wonderfully cute Dark Lord."
Harry blushed bright red. "It was my friend's idea; they're twins, and..."
"Well, I still say you have the perfect costume for what I'm about to do to you," the Death Eater purred to the mini Dark Lord. "Oh?" Harry squeaked, with wide eyes. "And what is that?"
Harry could see the smirk planning on the man's lips. "Why, I will do what all Death Eaters do, my Lord," the Death Eater said, with a mixture of playfulness and lust, as he got down on one knee. "I think I'll worship you."
"...Wor... worship me?" a red-faced Harry said, as he looked straight ahead, not noticing when the Death Eater swung him up into his arms. "That's right," the Death Eater said, as they walked out of the Great Hall, ignoring the many stares of shock and surprise. "I've got to give your body the proper attention, after all, don't I?"
Harry let out a groan; if possible, he would have gone an even brighter red. "But... I have a lover; I don't want to..."
"He won't think anything of the sort," the Death Eater said, as they walked down the last part of the hallway and into the dungeons. "Now then, my little Dark Lord, can we drop this game of yours for the real fun to begin?"
Harry turned and looked at his 'Death Eater' with a pout on his face. "Ruin all the fun, why don't you," Harry gave another pout. "You better make up for this, my loyal Death Eater, Severus!"
The Death Eater, now known as Severus Snape, let out a laugh. "Oh, I will, my little Dark Lord, I will."
"And another thing," Harry said, with a pout, as they entered Severus' chambers. "I'm not little!"
Severus gave a growl, as he felt Harry hit his bum in a playful manner. "I'd watch what you do, my love, or you'll be in for a night you'll never forget."
"Good!" Harry said with a cheeky grin. "Maybe we'll forget all those horrible past Halloweens and fill it with lots of hot, steamy sex!"
Severus felt a tent grow in his trousers. "Harry, as much as I love you, at least allow me to get to the bed, or you'll find yourself taken on the sofa."
"Bouncy," Harry said with a grin as they walked past the sofa and into the bedroom. "Last time was fun; want to try it out again."
The next thing Harry knew was that he was naked, lying on the bed with a very horny Severus, also naked, on top of him. "My little imp needs to be punished, it seems," Severus growled out as he gave one of Harry's nipples a light touch, making the smaller male moan in pleasure. "Oh, what should I do? Should I play with my prize or should I claim it right away? I wonder... what do you think, my pet?"
Harry gave a moan as he tried, and failed, to create friction between himself and Severus. "Sev, please, I..." he said.
"What is it that you want, my Lord?" Severus purred out as he traced random patterns on Harry's bare skin, causing the smaller male to moan. "What is it that my little Lord requires of his loyal Death Eater?"
Harry gave a mixture of a lustful moan and a glare. "Get on with it, please…" he said.
Severus allowed a wide smirk to appear on his face. "Seems I've still got the touch; I was wondering if it'd been too long."
Harry gave a soft snort at his lover's words. "Sev, we only had sex this morning, so stop with the full business and get in me, al—AHHH! Sev!"
Severus had quickly used a spell to repair Harry and quickly entered him whole. "Too much talk," Severus said as he moved himself all the way into Harry. Harry only answered with a moan of pure pleasure as his lover moved in and out of him. "Sev," Harry moaned as he gripped the sheets tightly, "Fucking hell, Sev….."
Severus couldn't help but answer Harry's praise with a small smirk and a suck on Harry's earlobe, causing the other male to moan in pleasure. "Mine, my Harry, my Lord," Severus said as he moved faster and faster. "Mine, no one else, all mine."
Harry gave a groan as he started to see stars dancing in his vision due to the amount of pure pleasure Severus was giving him. He gripped the bed sheets tightly as he felt Severus' hand wrap around his neglected manhood and start to pump in time with his movements. "Like that, my little pet?" Severus all but purred into Harry's ear, causing Harry to smirk. "I'll take that as a yes, then..."
With that, Severus sped up, both feeling their climax come closer. "SEVERUS!" Harry cried out as he came all over Severus' chest. Severus gave a grunt as he felt himself come in Harry. "Um, so damn tight you are, my Harry, so perfect."
After they had both come, they lay on the bed for a while, Severus still inside of Harry. "Ready for round two?" Severus suddenly asked, causing Harry to let out a groan. "Sev, you're going to be the death of me tonight," Harry groaned out tiredly, only to go bright red as Severus' hand found its way to his stomach. "Oh no, my Lord," Severus said lustfully as his hand rested on Harry's stomach lightly. "I've got other plans for us."
The End. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Birthday to Remember
Chapter 1: Birthday to Remember
Birthday to Remember
Skate Canada was over, and they had both done well, medaling in their respective events. Standing together on the podium had been a great experience. They were both on their way to qualifying for the Final. Since Otabek's birthday was only a few days later, he and Yuri had decided to stay in Canada for a few more days to celebrate it there. He was excited to spend some alone time with his boyfriend, as there had been so much going on lately. It was going to be nice for it to just be the two of them.
"What is it that you have planned, kitten?" Otabek asked as they headed out of the hotel room. Both were bundled up tightly, as the weather was clear and calm, but it was definitely cold. "We didn't have to do anything; just spending time with you is more than enough for me."
Yuri looked at him with a smile. "It's your twentieth birthday; that's huge. We need to do something," he said. "I found a haunted house nearby that looks pretty cool. I thought we could go see it, since it's Halloween. Then maybe we could have dinner and head back to the hotel room?"
Otabek smiled. "Sounds good; lead the way."
Yuri led them about a mile away, frequently checking his phone to ensure they were heading in the right direction. The haunted house had just opened, and there were only a few people in line. Otabek tried to pay for the tickets, but Yuri insisted that it was his birthday and he was going to treat him. After that, they got in line.
They could hear screaming from the people going in before them, and Yuri was bouncing on his heels with excitement. As they entered, Otabek got behind him, as the halls in the haunted house were a bit narrow. He set his arms on Yuri's hips as they walked in. The haunted house was set up as a medical center, with different rooms representing various places in a hospital. The actors were the patients, doctors, and nurses, with their makeup done to make them appear twisted and deformed, as if they had gone mad and experimented, turning everything insane.
"This is fucking awesome," Yuri whispered as they walked.
Just then, an actor dressed as a deranged patient came out from around the corner. Otabek felt Yuri jump.
"Come here! Stay a while!" the actor moaned as they kept walking. "Bye!"
Yuri laughed as they walked off, heading around the corner again. Sometimes, when something jumped out at them, he would jump, but sometimes he didn't. Every time there was something gross hanging on the walls or from the ceiling – and it was a twisted hospital, so it was pretty much everywhere – Yuri would comment on how cool it was.
"Hi," Yuri said to one actor attempting to scare him. Otabek just chuckled, leading him away from the false exit and towards the real one.
As they got outside, Otabek asked him, "Did you have to say hi to them? They're trying to scare you." He moved out from behind him, clasping his hand and intertwining their fingers once more, now that they were out of the haunted house.
"That's why it's fun," Yuri shrugged as they headed back down the road, heading towards the hotel again. "I jumped a few times."
"More than a few," Otabek smirked at him.
"Hey, they were jumping out at me! It's not like I was scared; it's a natural reaction!"
Otabek chuckled again. That was true enough, but he still liked to tease his kitten.
Once more, Yuri seemed to have a plan. About halfway back to the hotel, he took an extra right turn. Just around the corner was a restaurant – nice and reasonably priced, with a short line despite it being dinner time. Most people were probably at home with their families or out celebrating on Halloween.
Yuri paid again and ordered dessert – cheesecake topped with strawberry. It was delicious, and after that, the two of them headed back to the hotel. Once they got there, Yuri turned to him and smiled. "I have one more present."
Otabek raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
A light blush crossed Yuri's pale cheeks. "Well, I wanted to wear this out and do a bit more, but it's cold enough, and... while it's not that bad for me, I don't want to wear this outside." He slipped into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later in a tight, black one-piece costume, complete with cat ears. The costume hugged every inch of his body. "It's just... a bit thinner than I thought. What do you think?"
"You look so cute, Yuri; I love it," Otabek said as Yuri turned around, giving him a good view of how the costume hugged his legs and ass. "And I'd have to say I approve. It looks very good on you, but then again, everything does."
"I'm glad you like it," Yuri said with a smile. "It is your birthday, so I bought it for you."
"Mmm, a present for me? How lucky am I?" Yuri chuckled, coming over towards him. As he neared, Otabek reached and grabbed him. The blond gave a light gasp before pressing himself against him. "Though, I think you put this on for nothing."
Yuri chuckled again, running his hands up Otabek's chest to his neck. "Oh? And why is that?"
"Because I'm about to take it off you." With that, he gave his lover a searing kiss. If Yuri was his present, then he was definitely going to have fun enjoying it that night.
Happy Birthday indeed. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Charm
Chapter 1: Charm
This story is based on a request from Sab, who wanted to see a younger, long-haired Victor learning how to deal with his fangirls. It is a sort of prequel to one of the one-shots in my fic, Domestic Bliss, which you guys should definitely check out. However, you do not need to have read it to understand what is going on.
I did not set an exact age for Victor in this story, but I imagine he is around 15 or 16 years old. I refer to Victor's fans as the Goddesses, short for Goddesses of Victory, and I am also going with the headcanon that Lilia used to coach Victor when he was younger. Enjoy!
The squeals of "Vitya" follow Victor as he darts around a corner, looking for a place to hide. He ducks his head to let his long hair cover his face, an attempt to disguise himself so that his fans will not recognize him. However, given that long hair is his trademark, it is probably not going to work. He listens carefully, barely daring to breathe for a few minutes, until the footsteps and shrieking slowly die down.
Finally, allowing himself to relax, Victor lets out a sigh of relief, but then nearly jumps out of his skin when there is a shout of "Vitya" from behind him. He whirls around in horror, giving a startled yelp, but it is only Yakov, with Georgi and Lilia trailing awkwardly on his heels. "Vitya," Yakov says sternly, "where have you been? We have been looking all over for you."
"Sorry," Victor pants, trying to get his heart rate back under control. "The Goddesses were following me again." Yakov grunts in sympathy. "We have got to get those girls under control." Despite his recent harrowing escape, Victor still feels the need to defend his fans. "They do not mean any harm," he argues. "They are just a little overenthusiastic." Most famous groups of skaters have a pretty loyal following, but Victor's fans take that to a whole new level.
"Victor, you have been cornered by your fans how many times now?" Yakov demands, unsympathetic to Victor's cause. "You need to be focused at your competitions, and not waste all of your energy running away from overzealous fangirls." "I will find a way to deal with it," Victor promises. He does not want to be rude to any of his fans, and he is sure that if he just thinks the problem over for a bit, he can come up with a good solution.
"Well, if you say so," Yakov says, clearly unconvinced, before glancing down at his watch. "Enough of this. We should go back to the hotel; you two have your short programs tomorrow and you need to be well-rested." Victor is still thinking about his dilemma the next morning before his short program. He does not let his distraction mess up his skating, and easily surpasses his personal best with a stunning performance. He is easily in the lead by the time all the scores are in, and naturally, the moment they walk out of the doors to the rink, they are immediately swarmed by a group of reporters and fans.
The reporters are easy enough to disperse once they have gotten their scoop. The Goddesses, however, are harder to get rid of. Apparently, their disappointment from losing their quarry yesterday has only fueled their determination today. Victor finds himself looking around for an escape route, but there is not one; he is backed up against the wall. When he glances around for any sign of Yakov, Georgi, or Lilia, they are nowhere to be found.
He forces himself to take a deep breath and stay calm. It is fine; he can handle this. Victor loves his fans, and surely he can get them to give him some space without Yakov shouting at them. He clears his throat nervously. No response. Pretend that you are on the ice, Victor tells himself. He shoots the nearest girls a dazzling smile, the charming one he flashes the judges when he is skating. It seems to work; he can already see them melting a little. Keep it going. "Ladies," he begins, his tone confident and smooth, enough to bring the most determined of reporters to their knees. "As much as I love chatting with you, I am afraid that I need to rest up for my free skate tomorrow. I am sure that you all understand." He punctuates his statement with another dazzling grin and a wink.
The effect is instantaneous. The Goddesses have all stilled around him, no longer trying to pester him with questions or grab at his long hair. Victor breathes a sigh of relief and carefully weaves through the crowd of love-struck girls, although apparently his caution is unnecessary – they do not even seem to notice his presence. When he finally exits the crowd, he does not have to go very far to find Yakov. Lilia and his coach are waiting nearby, with their arms crossed and impatient looks on their faces. Georgi skulks darkly behind them.
"I see that you have taken care of your little problem," Yakov says, gesturing to the group of frozen girls. It is actually pretty impressive, if not more than a little creepy. "Yep," Victor beams. "All it took was a little charm." He glances behind himself worriedly. "We should get going now, though, before they realize that I am gone."
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This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Chapter 1: Chill
Written for a friend's idea and originally posted to my Sneezehq Tumblr, this story is set post-series, with Yuri pretty much living with Victor and Yuuri, except Yuuri is out of town. Content warning for vomit. Enjoy!
Yuri demands, as soon as he is through the door of Victor and Yuuri's apartment, "Why's it so cold in here?" He has had a long day of skating and all he wants to do is relax in the warmth of the flat. "What, is the heater broken or something?"
Victor looks amused, but also a little concerned. "The heat is working just fine, Yuri."
"You're lying, it's freezing in here!" Yuri snaps, snatching up Victor's Russia jacket and pulling it on. If Victor is trying to chill him to death, then Yuri is at least entitled to his jacket. He stalks over to the thermostat and frowns when he sees that it's set at a normal 23 degrees. Maybe he's just cold from being outside? It is the middle of winter in Russia.
Whatever, Yuri thinks, as he turns to go to the bathroom. A hot shower should sort things out. "You better have left me some hot water!" Victor doesn't bother to respond, but Yuri can hear him laughing. He slams the door behind him. Hot showers are no laughing matter, Victor!
One shower and change of clothes later, and Yuri is still shivering. He tugs Victor's jacket over his pajamas and sighs at the comforting warmth. "Yuri! It's time for dinner!" Victor calls from the living room.
"I'm not hungry!" Yuri shouts back, wincing when his sore throat protests his volume. He's really not hungry; in fact, he feels all out of sorts. His head aches, he's dizzy, and despite wearing his warmest pajamas and Victor's jacket, he still feels cold. It's very strange.
Yuri decides to just go to bed early, figuring that a good night's sleep should fix things. He is exhausted after all; maybe that's all this is. Burrowing under the covers, Yuri sighs. He's finally warm. Within seconds, he's fast asleep.
When Yuri wakes up again, he's confused. It doesn't feel like that much time has passed, and it's still dark outside, so why is he awake? His stomach gives an ominous gurgle, and Yuri's eyes shoot wide open in surprise. He stumbles out of bed, untangling himself from the sheets twisted around his legs, and bolts for the bathroom. At the last second, he tries to slip out of Victor's jacket, not wanting to ruin it, but it would take too long. Yuri barely has time to collapse heavily to his knees before his stomach is forcing itself up his throat.
He heaves violently, trembling as his stomach twists and he spits bile into the water. It burns his already sore throat, but Yuri isn't done yet. He barely has a chance to breathe before he's gagging again, only thin streams of puke coming up since he hasn't eaten much today. His angry stomach doesn't seem to care that it's empty, and Yuri dry heaves for what feels like hours. When the retching finally stops, Yuri crumbles to the bathroom floor, completely drained.
He's shivering violently now, and he tries to pull Victor's jacket around himself as much as possible. The cold tile floor chills him even further, but Yuri doesn't have the strength to get up right now. He has no idea how long he lays there on the bathroom floor, trembling, teeth chattering, and wishing he could move.
Victor's gasp jolts him back into wakefulness. He must have dozed off at some point, curled up on the bathroom floor with Victor's jacket as a blanket. Oh, Victor's talking to him. He should probably respond.
"Yuri! Yuri, what happened?" Victor's anxious voice only worsens Yuri's headache.
He groans weakly. "Too loud," he mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut. Victor has turned on the bathroom light, and it stabs his eyes mercilessly.
"I'm sorry," Victor says, instantly dropping his voice to a soft whisper. "What are you doing in here?"
"Don't feel good," Yuri slurs. As if he just randomly camps out on the bathroom floor.
"I can see that," Victor replies, cupping Yuri's face to check his temperature. Yuri leans into the warmth of the touch with a little sigh. "Yuri, you're burning up!"
"No, that can't be," Yuri murmurs. He's so tired; everything feels like too much effort. "I'm freezing."
"That's probably the fever you're running," Victor explains to the delirious Yuri. "I'd like to get a number on your temperature, if you can sit up."
Sitting up is an ordeal, and Yuri has to rely heavily on Victor. He almost slumps back down to the floor again when Victor makes the mistake of letting go. Catching on, Victor props the teenager against his chest while he reaches for the thermometer. The device is then unceremoniously put in Yuri's mouth.
Yuri almost falls asleep waiting, but startles awake again when the thermometer beeps. Victor glances at the screen and swears loudly. "You're pretty sick. I'm going to need you to take some medicine, if you can keep it down."
Yuri ignores him, instead staring raptly at the tile floor. "I knew that this was all your fault," he whispers, his voice barely audible.
"What?" Victor asks at the sudden accusation.
"Mhm," Yuri rolls his head to look at Victor, his green eyes narrowing. "You gave me your stomach flu."
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This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Comfortable
Chapter 1: Comfortable
This story is set post-series, with Yuuri and Victor living together in Russia. The author used Google for the nicknames, hoping they are accurate (translations are provided at the end). Readers are warned to expect copious amounts of sappiness. This story was originally posted on the author's Sneezehq Tumblr. Enjoy!
"Yuu-ri!" Victor singsongs from the living room. "I'm lonely! You need to come cuddle with me."
This is certainly a change from that morning, when Victor had pushed him away every time he tried to get close, saying he didn't want to get Yuuri sick. Yuuri pads out into the living room. "What's wrong, Vitya? Do you need more tea?"
Vitya is currently a pathetic-looking lump of blankets on the couch, with only his face visible, revealing a pink nose and pale cheeks. "No, no. I said I needed snuggles!"
One look at Victor's face tells Yuuri what happened: his fiancé looks dazed, and his eyes are slightly unfocused. Yuuri sighs. "You took the nighttime medicine instead of the daytime one, didn't you?"
"What?" Victor seems confused by the question. His brow wrinkles, his eyes narrow, and he stifles a sudden sneeze into the blankets.
"Never mind," Yuuri says, shaking his head. He loves Victor, but sometimes he wonders if his fiancé has any common sense. Victor reaches out his arms like a grumpy toddler, still determined to get his snuggles. It's very endearing, and Yuuri gives in, settling himself onto the couch next to him.
Victor wraps his arms around Yuuri's waist, burying his face in Yuuri's neck and twining their legs together. Yuuri grabs a blanket (one of the ones that Victor did not just sneeze on) and covers them both with it. Victor makes a small sound of contentment. "Comfortable now?" Yuuri asks fondly.
"Mhm," Victor nods into his shoulder. Yuuri can feel a little wetness from Victor's nose seeping into his shirt, but he decides to ignore it for now. "Your skin is so soft, Yuuri. And beautiful. I have the most handsome fiancé in the world."
At this, Yuuri blushes a deep red, glad that Victor can't see his face as he snuggles closer. "I missed you while you were gone, kotyonok."
"I was only gone for a few minutes," Yuuri points out, giggling a little.
Victor pouts. "Mmph. Still too long. I want to be with you always, Yuuri," he murmurs into Yuuri's neck. His warm breath tickles, and it makes Yuuri shiver a bit. "I love you."
Of course, Victor interrupts the heartfelt moment when his chest starts to hitch with an impending sneeze. Fortunately, Victor is practically famous for his long buildups, so Yuuri has ample time to snatch a tissue from the box on the coffee table and cup it over Victor's twitching nose.
The sneeze itself is tiny, in sharp contrast to the dramatic, hitching buildup that preceded it. Yuuri has always found Victor's sneezes amusing. His fiancé is normally so loud, but his sneezes are so tiny and quiet, like a kitten. "Bless you, dear."
"Thank you, lybuv moya," Victor says, taking the tissue from Yuuri and wiping his nose. Then he looks at Yuuri in horror. "I'm going to get you sick."
Yuuri tactfully decides not to point out that they're already cuddling, so he's blown any chances of not catching this cold. "I was probably going to catch it from you anyway. We do live together, after all. It's kind of unavoidable."
Victor hums in agreement; the sound catches in his throat and sends him into a small coughing fit. Yuuri grabs a handful of tissues and presses them to his mouth. The fit doesn't last long, but it's enough to set Victor sniffling wetly and make his eyes run. Yuuri dabs gently at the moisture around his eyes, frowning. "Your cough sounds about the same, but are you sure that you don't feel any worse?"
"I'll be okay, solnyshko," Victor reassures him. "As long as you're with me, that is." He tries to sound seductive with his low, raspy voice. The attempt backfires when he has to cough again, and it's immediately followed by several sneezes that Yuuri barely manages to catch in time.
"You sound absolutely dreadful," Yuuri scolds lightly.
"Really? I was going for sexy, actually."
"Nope," Yuuri shakes his head firmly.
Victor huffs through his nose, mindful of his sore throat. "You have wounded me, zvezda moya."
Yuuri kisses his forehead in apology. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. Why don't you try to get some rest? I'm sure that you'll feel better when you wake up."
"Not tired," Victor protests, right before he's interrupted by a huge yawn. Yuuri smirks at him. "Okay, maybe a little bit. Stay close to me?"
"I won't leave your side," Yuuri promises. Victor is already drowsy from the medicine, so it doesn't take him long to drift into a deep sleep, his head pillowed on Yuuri's chest. Yuuri carefully extricates one of his arms, reaching behind him for his phone. "I love you," he whispers into the silver hair nestled beneath his chin.
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Translations:
kotyonok - kitten
lybuv moya - my love
solnyshko - small sun
zvezda moya - my star |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Five Bodies and a Missing Person
Chapter 1: Five Bodies and a Missing Person
Yuuri was not a jealous person, at least not until Victor came around. Then something changed in him. Yuuri couldn't say exactly when it started, just that it was sometime after Makkachin passed away. Something about comforting Victor made him possessive.
The first one was Yurio. Victor had been teasing the younger of the two Yuris, hugging him, hanging on him, clinging to him. It all made Yuuri see red. He decided on what he had to do then and there. One night, while Victor was away for a bit, Yuuri invited Yurio over "to celebrate his Skate America win." Getting Yurio to drink enough was surprisingly easy. Getting him to go out onto the apartment balcony was easier. Pushing him from the fifth story was a piece of cake.
All that was left was to call the emergency services and convince them it was an accident. It turned out to be easier done than said. No one even thought that Yurio was pushed. As far as the rest of the world knew, he fell off during some dumb drunken stunt gone horribly wrong. Everyone was a sobbing mess, everyone except Yuuri, of course. He was too busy comforting his beloved to cry over some "whore."
The second was Otabek. Yuuri didn't even know the Kazakh was attracted to Victor; he just showed up asking Victor to coach him, "to make Yurio's dream still happen," so he said. Yuuri knew the real reason. He knew Otabek was trying to steal Victor away from him, just like Yurio was. He couldn't do the same murder method twice, so he had to think of something else. As much as he hated that Otabek was taking up Victor's time, he had to be cautious.
Through the use of Google, Yuuri was able to make up the perfect plan. It wasn't hard to learn about motorcycles online, and it didn't take a genius to figure out how to use this information to sabotage one. So one day during practice, he went out and tinkered with it a bit. Afterward, he just patiently waited for the news to report the accident. Victor's grief wasn't as intense as it was with Yurio, but he didn't know Otabek like he knew the blond, so it made sense.
The third was Chris, and Yuuri wasn't surprised. He always figured that the two would eventually fool around. He had to think long and hard about how he was going to dispose of the Swiss man. If it wouldn't have been so risky, Yuuri would have just bashed his head in with his own skate. In the end, he decided that staging a suicide was the best choice. Luckily, Chris was staying in the couple's spare bedroom.
Chris and Victor were never ones to turn down some alcohol, so getting him drunk enough to pass out and stay out was the easiest thing in the world to do. While the other two were sleeping it off, Yuuri snuck into the guest bedroom and slit both of Chris's wrists. He carefully staged it to look as though it was done by the bleeding man before sneaking back into bed with Victor. Yuuri had never seen Victor this upset before. Thanking his best friend for killing himself tore him up inside. Of course, Yuuri didn't mind being the shoulder he sobbed on.
Phichit was a surprise. Never in his life did Yuuri think that his best friend, or rather ex-best friend, would try to steal Victor away from him. Yet, here he was, constantly taking Victor away to "talk" to him. The minute they were alone, Yuuri pounced on Phichit and wrapped his hands around his neck. He didn't care about someone walking in. He was so angry that he'd be betrayed like this that all Yuuri could think of was killing the "slut."
Once Phichit was dead, Yuuri made quick work of throwing the body away in a dumpster. He was unsure if shoving the Thai man in with a bunch of garbage was the best idea, but he worked with what he had. For whatever reason, Victor started to get distant. Yuuri wasn't okay with this behavior and decided that he had to kill his love to make sure he never left him.
Victor was terrified once he realized what was happening. He never even realized the pattern and felt stupid for not noticing it before. Yurio didn't fall accidentally; he was pushed. Otabek wasn't in an accident because of his bike breaking while riding; it was tampered with intentionally. Victor knew Chris would never kill himself; he just knew it. Phichit warned him multiple times that something was off about Yuuri, and now he was missing.
Victor thought about going to the police but had no evidence. He knew the only way to get out of this alive was to kill the love of his life before Yuuri killed him. That's why he added poison into Yuuri's tea. He walked into the living room, hoping Yuuri didn't notice his shaking. After he set the cups down, Yuuri looked him in the eyes and smiled.
"Victor, do you mind grabbing some cookies for me? My legs feel like they're going to fall off any minute." Victor did as he was told, in fear that Yuuri's facade would slip. After handing Yuuri his treats, they sat down and drank tea together.
Breaking News
Today, Yuuri Katsuki and Victor Nikiforov were both found dead in their St. Petersburg apartment. It is unknown what the reasoning was, but officials have ruled it a double suicide. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Interval
Chapter 1: Interval
Interval, noun, the time between events.
Mila skated over to where Viktor was resting at the side of the rink. He wasn't himself, quiet and thoughtful. In public, he was his usual cheerful self, but the people closest to him were worried.
"What's wrong, Viktor? You've been moping around since Sochi," Mila asked.
Viktor shrugged his shoulders. Mila yanked his bangs with a wicked smile on her face. "Ouch, Mila," Viktor said, keeping his voice down as he rubbed his forehead. Their coach was busy lecturing Yurio at the other end, and they didn't want to be caught gossiping. Mila gave him a knowing look. Viktor sighed; it might do him some good to talk to someone.
"Remember Yuuri Katsuki," Mila said, grinning. "The hot guy who danced naked with Chris?" Viktor grinned wickedly at the memory and adjusted his pants.
"What about him?" Mila asked.
"I thought he liked me," Viktor replied.
"What makes you think so?" Mila inquired.
"We danced together," Viktor said.
"And?" Mila prompted.
"Mila, it was the single best dance of my life. Our souls connected…" Viktor looked starry-eyed.
"Souls?" Mila raised an eyebrow.
"I felt it. I looked deep into his eyes, and I swear I heard a chorus singing 'It's him, the one!'" Viktor exclaimed.
"Seriously?" Mila asked, skeptical.
"Have you ever been in love?" Viktor countered.
"Sure, but I never hallucinated," Mila replied.
"Then you've never truly been in love," Viktor said, smiling.
"Whatever, Viktor… Why don't you call him up and invite him here, you know, romance him?" Mila suggested, giving him an encouraging grin.
"I couldn't do that. When I last saw him, he turned away from me and walked out the other door. His coach had to chase after him," Viktor explained.
"He sobered up," Mila teased.
"Mila!" Viktor scolded.
This time, Coach Yakov saw them gossiping and came over to yell at them. The conversation ended, but Viktor didn't feel any better. He went over and over in his mind what happened that night. He loved both sides of Yuuri: the sweet guy who cried brokenheartedly on the kiss and cry bench, and the hot drunk guy who did a striptease. But the Yuuri who haunted his dreams danced with him fully clothed and pulled him into a dip. Yuuri had the most glorious smile at that moment, and it was the moment that he fell in love. Chris thought it was when Yuuri was dry-humping him, but that moment gave him clarity of a different kind. He knew his future was in coaching. But since he never heard from Yuuri, he must go on with skating, even though it had lost its luster. After all, Yuuri wasn't here.
As time went by, Viktor tried to forget Yuuri, but he still kept tabs on him.
One day, Mila spotted Viktor grumbling as he sat on a bench. He was focused on his phone and barely noticed as she sat down next to him. Mila saw that he was looking at the scores for male Japanese skaters, or rather, one particular skater.
"Yuuri Katsuki again?" Mila asked.
Viktor did not look up from his phone. "He's fallen in the ranks again," he said, his voice laced with concern.
Mila rolled her eyes; she had heard it all before. "Let me guess: you would say, 'If I was coaching him, he would not have missed his jumps,'" she teased.
"Correct," Viktor replied, ignoring her sarcasm. Mila continued anyway.
"And with me, he would have the perfect program, a better costume than that hideous one, and I could guarantee he would win gold at the Grand Prix," she said, echoing Viktor's words.
"Correct," Viktor said, his eyes still fixed on his phone.
"You're hopeless, Viktor. Though I'm sure you could provide a better costume and improve his jumps, which program?" Mila asked curiously.
"In Regards to Love: Eros," Viktor replied.
"But that's your program," Mila pointed out, shocked.
"No matter how I work it, it's not gelling. It needs Yuuri, and Yuuri needs it," Viktor explained, his voice filled with conviction.
"Agape, maybe, but never Eros. Even if you get him blasted drunk, he would never master Eros, not in a million…" Mila trailed off, realizing Viktor wasn't listening. He was watching a video of himself performing Eros and grumbling. She sighed; Viktor was hopeless.
"This is why I date hockey players," she muttered to herself.
Viktor was lounging on his couch, studying the video the triplets posted. He watched it over and over again, slowing it down and analyzing every step. It was a perfect copy. Viktor was flattered and excited, though he didn't let himself show it, even in front of his dog. His instinct about Yuuri's potential was spot on. He knew he could do the jumps; he knew he had the talent. Long after everyone else wrote him off, he knew Yuuri had it – the talent to copy his routine perfectly. The only downside was the girl's voice at the very end. Jealousy wanted to know: who was that girl? No matter how irrational that sounded.
Everything that had happened since he met Yuuri had led to this. Did he not know about Yuuri's hidden skills? Did he not know how to bring them out? Did he not know what program Yuuri needed to perform? Did Yuuri not beg Viktor to coach him? It was his destiny. He would not take "no" for an answer. After all, Yuuri had invited him to his parents' inn and begged him to coach him. Surely, he didn't forget. Yuuri would be given no choice in the matter. He had dropped Coach Cialdini as his coach, and then there was an opening. Come hell or high water, he would coach Yuuri, he would win gold, and before long, they would be lovers. For the first time in a long time, Viktor felt truly happy.
Viktor dialed his favorite airline and made a reservation. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Katsudon Night
Chapter 1: Katsudon Night
Flopping down onto a bench, Yuri gave a heavy sigh. Mila sat next to him, much more sedately, bending over to unlace her skates as she asked mildly, "Long day?"
"You saw it," Yuri growled, starting to work on his own skates. "Yakov worked me like a dog." He saw Yuuri and Victor approaching out of the corner of his eye, but chose to ignore them.
"Well, you are a champion," Mila said. "He has high expectations of you."
Yuri snorted. "Whatever. All I know is that he put me through all that, and I still have to go home and scrounge up something to microwave before collapsing."
"Yuri, doesn't Lilia usually cook for you?" Mila asked.
He looked up to see the Japanese skater staring at him with concern. Clicking his tongue, Yuri replied, "She usually does, but she has a class she's teaching that goes late tonight. Every week, same time. So this is the night where I get to have half-cold, half-boiling food as a reward for all my hard work."
Yuuri looked at his fiancé, and seemed to find some sort of answer in Victor's eyes. Turning back to the younger skater, Yuuri said, "Why don't you come to our place to eat tonight?"
Yuri narrowed his eyes. "Depends. What's for dinner?"
"Oh, uhh, katsudon?" Yuuri replied.
Yuri was torn between deriding the Japanese man for implying that he would be lonely, and the feeling of actually being lonely. Victor seemed to notice his indecision and hauled Yuri up by his forearm. "You heard him, Yurio! Let's get going! We'll take care of you for the night, don't you worry." And before Yuri could respond, he found himself being dragged away by the awesome force of nature that was Victor Nikiforov.
Luckily for him, Yuuri had had the presence of mind to grab everyone's assorted skating gear, so by the time they arrived at Victor's apartment, Yuri was wearing his regular shoes again. This small perk didn't stop him from grumbling nonstop about being abducted against his will, a stream he kept up until he was sitting down in front of a steaming bowl of katsudon. Yuuri handed him a fork and gave an impossibly gentle smile before settling down in his own chair. Looking down at the food, Yuri mustered up the willpower to mutter under his breath, "Thanks." Without another word, he began shoveling food into his mouth.
As they started to eat, Yuuri asked, "Does it taste okay, Yuri? I know that it's not exactly the same as what my mom makes at Hasetsu, but I feel like it's at least pretty close."
Yuri grunted, his mouth full of rice.
Victor was quick to rush in with words where his younger colleague failed, however. "What are you saying, lyubov moya? This is better than your mother's, because it's made with your hands." Catching up his fiancé's fingers, Victor kissed the tips of each one.
Yuuri blushed and pulled his hand out of his coach's grip. Clearing his throat, he glanced at Yuri and said, "Anyway, I would like to propose–"
"YES I WILL MARRY YOU." Victor's fork clattered as he dropped it into his bowl and slammed both his hands down on the table.
Yuuri eyed him and finished his sentence. "...an idea. And anyway, Vitya, isn't that the whole point here? I don't see why you acted like it was news." He waved his right hand at his fiancé, displaying his ring.
"I know, milyy," Victor said. "But I just got so excited!" Victor picked up his fork again, staring lovingly at his fiancé.
Yuri snorted. "Watch what you're doing, old man. You're going to make a mess."
"It would be worth it," Victor sighed, not taking his eyes off of Yuuri.
The Japanese man pinched the bridge of his nose. "Anyway, what I was going to say was, why don't we make this a weekly thing? Since Lilia teaches every week, you can come here on those nights and we'll make something for you to eat. What do you think, Yuri?" The soft brown eyes regarded him carefully, clearly not wanting to offend him.
Yuri chewed slowly. He supposed it wasn't a bad idea. It was true that on the nights when Lilia taught late, his dinners were sorely lacking. Yakov didn't seem to care about meals other than making sure that the right balance of nutrition was reached. If it were up to his coach, Yuri was sure he would be eating military meals every day. The prospect of having katsudon on a regular basis won out. He nodded, then turned his gaze onto the other Russian skater. "I guess that's fine, as long as the old man tries to keep himself under control."
"And what is that supposed to mean? I am always under control!" Victor pressed one hand to his chest.
"Like hell you are! You've always been ridiculous, and it's been a million times worse ever since Katsudon came into the picture! All I ever hear is you going on and on about how wonderful he is! It's going to ruin my digestion!"
"And what's wrong with talking about my Yuuri? It's not my fault he's wonderful!"
Holding up his hand, Yuuri yelped, "All right, that's enough! Yuri, I promise I'll do my best to keep Vitya calm, so do you want to join us for dinner next week?"
Smirking at his opponent, Yuri nodded. "Sounds like a date. I'll be here." |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Lucky
Chapter 1: Lucky
These two are fun to write. Content warning for vomit. I hope that you like it!
Mila really hadn't been planning on spending her Saturday looking after a sick teenager. But when Yuri nearly passes out trying to practice his short program, it's not a good sign. He only barely manages to get off the ice in time to vomit in a conveniently placed trash can. Once the vomiting finally stops, Mila slings an arm around his shoulders, steering him towards the locker rooms. "Time to go home, sickie," she says, trying to keep her tone light but wincing at the heat rolling off of him.
"I'm not sick," Yuri mumbles hoarsely in protest. "I'm fine, I can keep skating."
"Try that one again when you don't look like the living dead," she scolds. "Now come on, Mama Mila knows best!"
She spends the better part of the next two days taking care of Yuri. He's got a pretty nasty stomach flu, and there's no way she's leaving him alone when he's this sick. She'll just have to hope that she doesn't catch this too.
Monday morning, Yuri's fever finally breaks and he seems to be feeling a little better. She leaves his apartment after stocking him up with lots of soup and relaying instructions from Yakov not to show his face at the rink until Wednesday. Yuri grumbles and pouts, but begrudgingly thanks her.
For the next few days, Mila is hopeful that she managed to avoid catching whatever Yuri had. She'd been extra careful while taking care of him, wearing a face mask and washing her hands every five minutes. After all, Sara's going to be in town on Saturday, and Mila's not about to miss spending time with her girlfriend just because of a stomach bug.
Of course, she's not that lucky. When she starts feeling a bit woozy Thursday night, she tries to shake it off as just exhaustion. Practice did seem harder than usual that day. Her hopes are dashed when she wakes up feeling incredibly nauseous the next morning. Still, she stays home from practice and prays that a little rest will help. She's proven wrong when she's jolted awake by the increasing pain in her stomach sometime that afternoon. After barely making it to the bathroom in time, she spends the evening throwing up everything she's ever eaten.
Well, she's definitely not going to make her date with Sara. She'll be lucky if she can even get off the bathroom floor anytime soon, let alone show Sara around Saint Petersburg. She groans miserably; she should really get her phone, but she's too dizzy to move right now. By the time Mila can stand without the room spinning around her, it's well past sundown.
Stumbling gracelessly out of the bathroom, Mila grabs some water and her phone before retreating to her bedroom. She was intending to call Sara and cancel, but she's asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.
The next time Mila wakes, there's someone standing in her room. She jolts upright in alarm, groaning when the motion aggravates her headache.
"Wow, you're really sick, huh?" asks Sara, putting her hand on Mila's forehead to check her temperature.
"Sara?" Mila croaks out.
"The one and only!" her girlfriend says brightly, but frowns as she pulls her hand back. "Your fever is pretty high. Yuri said that you were sick, but I didn't think it'd be this bad."
"Yeah, I think I caught Yuri's stomach flu." Mila pauses for a moment, a look of confusion passing over her face. "Wait, when did you talk to Yuri?"
"I talked to him this morning when I got to the rink and you weren't there," Sara explains. "He figured out that you were probably sick and brought me here. By the way, he apologized for getting you sick."
Mila winces guiltily. "I'm sorry, I meant to call and cancel yesterday!"
"It's not your fault," Sara says reassuringly. "You're sick, you couldn't help it."
Mila bites her lip. "Still, I ruined our date!"
Sara waves a hand dismissively. "Not ruined, exactly. Changed our plans, definitely."
"What do you mean?" Mila asks, shocked. "Sara, you can't stay here. I'll get you sick!"
"I'm not leaving you alone when you're this sick!" Sara retorts stubbornly. "Besides, you don't need to worry about me. I've got an iron immune system from being around Mickey. He gets sick all the time."
"Well, if you're sure," Mila says uncertainly. She's too tired to really argue. Besides, she can't deny that having her girlfriend look after her sounds nice.
"I am sure!" Sara says firmly. "Now I'm going to get you some more water, and then, if you're feeling up to it, we could move to the living room and maybe watch a movie? We can make it like a night in."
"Sounds good," Mila agrees, and Sara goes to get the water. She takes the water gratefully. "You're the best girlfriend ever," she declares. "I really hope that I don't get you sick."
"And don't you forget it!" Sara replies playfully. "And don't worry, I won't."
"But what if you do?"
Sara rolls her eyes at her. "Fine. Even if you do get me sick, I won't get mad at you."
Mila sighs, finally placated. "Besides, if I do get you sick, I'm sure that you'll make it up to me. Right?" she asks, winking. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Nothing Else Matters But You
Chapter 1: Nothing Else Matters But You
This is a short story inspired by Episode 10. This show is a gift that we do not deserve.
"This is an engagement ring. We'll get married once he wins a gold medal."
Yuuri plays these words over and over in his mind with each step he takes toward the ice. He uses them as motivation, as inspiration. Victor is right behind him, offering his silent support with his hand placed on the small of Yuuri's back.
The band around his finger sparkles, catching the fluorescent lights of the arena. It acts as a calming force, giving him a much-needed distraction from the mounting pressure on his shoulders.
It's the final night of the Grand Prix, and as the current scores stand, Yuuri is in second place. He needs to deliver a flawless performance to wind up on top.
As he takes his position in the middle of the rink, Yuuri tunes out the crowd and the persistent clicking of camera shutters. It's just him and his blades and the glossy surface beneath him. Bowing his head, Yuuri closes his eyes and waits for the music to begin.
Yuuri leaves everything he has on the ice. Every turn, every jump, every spin - it's a love letter to skating itself. With every move, Yuuri tries to showcase just how far he's come since his disastrous season from the previous year. All of the hard work of the past eight months has culminated to this point, and Yuuri wants to make everyone proud, especially Victor.
However, he's not perfect. There are a couple of spots during his routine where he wobbles, and the quad flip he's banked on turns into a triple. But he stays focused, not allowing the slight missteps to throw him off balance.
He finishes with a dramatic flourish of his arms, bringing the audience to their feet. Flowers and plush toys shower the ice in a display of adoration, and Yuuri waves to the energized spectators, adrenaline surging through his veins.
The thunderous applause continues as Yuuri skates over to the Kiss and Cry, to Victor. There is an ecstatic grin splitting across his face. As soon as he's close enough, Victor snatches him up into a bone-crushing hug, peppering his cheeks with kisses and murmuring praises into his ear.
Now all they can do is wait.
At the end of the evening, after the numbers have been tallied, Phichit edges Yuuri out for silver. So he ends his Grand Prix journey on the podium with a bronze medal hanging from his neck. In a somewhat surprising twist, first place belongs to Otabek. Though, after seeing both of his stunning programs, Yuuri knows that he deserves it.
Overall, Yuuri is happy with the outcome, yet there is still a nagging feeling of disappointment and anxiety that he just can't shake.
Once the medal ceremony is over, reporters converge on the trio, bombarding them with questions about their thoughts on the competition as well as future plans.
Yuuri is grateful to Victor, who stands beside him, chiming in every so often, thanking everyone for their kind words and unending encouragement.
Victor then steers Yuuri away from the crush of media, prompting them to move on to interview Yurio, Chris, and JJ to get their perspective on the results.
Finding some privacy in a secluded corner, Victor takes Yuuri's hand and laces their fingers together.
"I guess our next big task is planning our wedding, hm?" There's a playfulness in his tone.
Yuuri blinks, unable to mask his surprise.
"Wedding? But... I didn't win gold," Yuuri says, poking at the bronze disc that is resting on his sternum. It feels heavier than normal.
Victor looks at him for a moment, puzzled. But then the realization of what Yuuri is referencing dawns on him, and his mouth quirks into an amused smile. He laughs, but it's not mocking or harsh. It's soft and sweet, and his blue eyes are warm with affection.
"Yuuri," he whispers, looping an arm around the younger man's slim waist. "Did you really think I was serious? I don't care about that. I'm marrying you, not a medal."
Pulling him closer, Victor cradles Yuuri's face with the other hand. Their noses are centimeters apart, gazes locked on the other. "Nothing else matters but you, moya lyubov," he says, his smile widening. Victor then leans in to kiss him, and Yuuri giggles against his mouth, the worry from earlier dissipating with the chaste gesture.
They hear an excited squeal, and when they turn, the two are blinded by the flash of Phichit's cell phone camera.
Before Yuuri can stop him, Phichit runs off with a triumphant cackle, showing the photo to anyone who will look.
Victor chuckles and grasps Yuuri's hand once more. "How long before that ends up online?"
"I'm sure it's getting thousands of likes and comments as we speak," Yuuri replies, trying to imagine the outlandish caption that Phichit has no doubt added to the post.
Victor hums in approval. "Good. I want everyone to see. I want them to know how much I love you and how excited I am that you're going to be my husband."
Yuuri blushes. A year ago, he would have been mortified if such an intimate moment wound up on the internet. But now, he feels nothing short of elated. They belong to each other, and Yuuri wants the whole world to know.
Giving Victor a peck on the lips, Yuuri grins. "Me too." |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Protective Instinct
Chapter 1: Protective Instinct
I just love the idea of a protective little Yuri, okay? Warnings for language and hinted homophobia. Obviously, I don't own any rights to Yuri on Ice. Enjoy!
Yuri really wished he was anywhere else but here right now. He could just about cope with going to the mall on weekends, surrounded by screaming children and their equally loud parents. But having to go with the two lovebirds being sappy constantly was starting to become more than he could handle.
"Cheer up, Yurio!" Victor nudged him, sounding more cheerful than he had any right to be.
"Easy for you to say, old man," Yuri muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. They continued walking, Yuuri and Victor occasionally stopping to look in certain shop windows. Yuri slipped into his own world, shuffling along behind them and offering the odd "yeah" and "uh-huh" when required. He was quite sure he almost managed to fall asleep upright until the voice of a passerby caught his attention. It wasn't a voice he recognized, nor was it particularly loud or unique-sounding. It was the words themselves that caused Yuri to look up.
"Look at those two, disgusting," the voice said.
Yuri's whole body tensed, and he glanced up to see Victor and Yuuri's reactions. Luckily, neither of them seemed to have heard the voice and were continuing their lovey-dovey conversation. Yuri breathed a sigh of relief, but his relaxation was short-lived. A few moments later, the voice spoke again, but this time it was louder, more confident, and pointedly in their direction.
"Fuck off, no one wants to be looking at this shit around here!" the voice exclaimed.
This time, Victor and Yuuri slowed to a stop. Victor looked over in the direction of the voice, placing an arm protectively around Yuuri, who seemed to be doing his best to shrink in on himself.
"Excuse me?" Victor asked in a low tone, staring over at the group of teenage boys the voice had come from.
"You heard what I said," one of the boys stepped forward, puffing his chest out slightly. "Get the fuck out of here."
"I hardly think that will be necessary," Victor stood his ground, staring the boy in the eyes as he approached.
"Oh, I think it will be, especially after I'm finished with you-" the boy was cut off as Yuri's fist slammed into the side of his face. The boy yelped and stumbled backwards, clutching the side of his jaw where Yuri had struck the hardest.
"What the fuck?!" he mumbled rather pathetically.
"I recommend you and your buddies leave now," Yuri said calmly, carefully placing himself in front of Victor and Yuuri. Suddenly, the boy's arm dropped to his side, and his hands curled into fists.
"Or what? What you gonna do, you little punk?" the boy glared at him, clenching his fists. Unfazed, Yuri reached up and swung for his face again. This time, he was prepared; the boy caught Yuri's hand with ease. But before he even got a chance to smirk, Yuri gracefully twisted round and gave a swift kick between the boy's legs. He let go of Yuri's hand instantly and fell to his knees, whimpering.
"Like I said, piss off," Yuri glared down at him. The boy all but crawled away, back to his group of friends. Two of them helped him to his feet before turning back to glance at Yuri. He stood completely still, arms crossed in front of his chest. Mumbling amongst themselves, they shuffled off reluctantly. Yuri stood and watched them until he was sure that they weren't coming back anytime soon. He then turned back to Victor and Yuuri, who were both looking at him with a strange expression on their faces.
"What?" he asked, suddenly feeling a little awkward under their gaze.
"Thank you," Yuuri smiled, finally stepping out from behind Victor's shoulders.
"Yes, thank you. You didn't have to do that just for us," Victor took Yuuri's hand, keeping him close as he smiled down at Yuri.
"Well, ya'know... they were being annoying anyway," Yuri rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Quite unexpectedly, Yuuri stepped forward and pulled Yuri into a tight hug. Yuri instantly froze, completely not used to sudden displays of affection being directed towards him, especially in public. And he was certainly not used to feeling like he wanted to return said affection. Hesitantly, he lifted his arms and gently wrapped them around Yuuri. After a moment, he felt another arm wrap around his shoulders as Victor pulled the two of them to his chest. They stayed there for a moment, probably longer than was really necessary, just holding each other.
"I care about you guys..." Yuri whispered, hiding his face so the other two couldn't see the blush forming on his cheeks.
"We know, we care about you too," Victor smiled and gave him a small squeeze before letting go. The three of them stepped back, and for the first time in quite a while, they all smiled at each other.
"So, ice cream?" Yuuri eventually asked, and Yuri's face instantly lit up. So, they headed down towards the ice cream shop down the end of the mall, all chatting happily to each other. From that moment onwards, Yuri was always a little more involved in whatever Victor and Yuuri dragged him along to do with them. He'd never admit it, of course, but it turned out that he did enjoy spending time with them after all. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Roses
Chapter 1: Roses
Yuuri finds himself standing in a black suit, with the gold medal around his neck. He finishes the preparations for the gala party, looking at a bouquet by his side. Finally, he is ready. Raising his right hand, he brings his lips to her wedding ring, kissing it resolutely. He begins to take a deep breath, starting to feel an anxiety attack coming on. What if he refuses? What if he laughs at my face? I know, I'm an idiot for planning this. Maybe I should throw it all away. Maybe I should leave the party and get into bed. No! Stop it!
Biting his lower lip, Yuuri Katsuki finds himself shedding tears. Oh no. He picks up the phone, which vibrates on the bed with his trembling hand. He sees that his technician is calling and answers.
"Yuuuuuuurii, are you ready?" Victor Nikiforov asks excitedly.
Yuuri ends up imagining him on the other side of the line, trying to smile. But he lets out a sob.
"Yuuri? What's wrong?"
He holds his hand to his mouth, trying to stifle his sobs, sliding down the wall until he sits down and cringes.
"Yuuri, listen to my voice. It's all right. Take a deep breath and let go, as we always did when you were having an attack. Imagine Hasetsu, imagine Hiroko-san, Toshiya-san, and Mari hugging you, congratulating you on the medal. Imagine Minako, Yuuko, Takeshi, Axel, Lutz, and Loop excited to see you. Imagine the beach, early morning and night, walking with me and Makka. Imagine Katsudon's great bowl that your mother will serve you..." Victor is interrupted by Yuuri's muffled laughter. "Yuuri?"
"Thank you, Victor," he says, taking a deep breath and passing through the images Victor described in his mind.
"Everything's okay now?"
"Yes," Yuuri answers. "I'll meet you at the banquet soon."
"Do not be late, will you?"
"Hm," Yuuri says, hanging up.
I can do it.
Yuuri straightens up, picks up the bouquet, and, taking a deep breath, leaves the hotel room.
The hall is full of people. Skaters, coaches, sponsors, and guests. Several people are congratulating the silver medalist, Yuri Plisetsky, and the bronze medalist, Victor Nikiforov. Yuuri enters the room discreetly, seeing his friend Phichit Chulanont, who came in fifth place in today's competition, right away.
"Yuuri!" Phichit shouts as he notices him, making other people turn to him.
But Phichit advances and embraces him, congratulating him.
"Congratulations, Yuuri. You deserve this," he says.
Yuuri giggles, hugging him as well and thanking him. Phichit notices the bouquet.
"You really did?" he asks, and Yuuri says, "I need to film and post on Instagram."
"I did not expect less from you," Phichit says, and Yuuri notices his eyes.
"Are you okay?" Phichit asks, worried.
"Victor helped me," Yuuri says, nodding.
"Great. So what are you waiting for to grab your man?" Phichit asks, smiling.
"I know, I know," Yuuri says, taking a deep breath.
"Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuri ~!"
But even before he could look for Victor, Victor grabs him hard, knocking him over and knocking him to the floor.
"It hurts..." Yuuri speaks, and Victor realizes what he has done.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Yuuri! Are you alright? Do you know who you are? Who am I?" he starts to say, desperate.
People were beginning to approach, curious. Yuuri caresses the back of his neck, his head bowed, and he takes a deep breath. It's now.
"Victor Nikiforov," he says, holding out the flowers, a little crumpled. "This is for you."
Victor looks at him confused, at the bouquet of origami folded in the shape of red roses. Yuuri smiles and picks up the origami from the center, opening it and reaching for it.
"Congratulations on the bronze," he reads, smiling as Yuuri picks up another sheet and repeats the movement. "Thank you for being my coach... Yuuri, I thank you for accepting me!"
Yuuri just smiles at him, touching the flowers.
Victor begins to pick up the origamis, opening them and reading aloud. Phichit was already recording everything from the moment his friend was knocked over, already knowing what's coming.
"Thank you for being yourself," Victor continues, leaving another rose.
Yuuri is surprised by the fact that, inadvertently, this rose is the last. After all, it is the one that contains the most important message and the true reason for the origami bouquet. He swallows hard as Victor reaches out and picks up the last rose, unfolding it and reading, wide-eyed. Minutes pass, and Yuuri notices that the hands holding the paper begin to tremble.
"Vi-Victor?" Yuuri asks nervously. "I love you. Do you want to m-"
"Yes!" Victor responds suddenly, advancing on top of him and kissing him. "I want to marry you, yes!"
Whistles, applause, congratulations, and cursing by Yurio scare the Japanese skater, who turns completely red. Victor walks away from him, getting both of them up, and says.
"Do not you dare to drink over your account today. I want to dance with you again, and I want you to remember everything."
Yuuri Katsuki tilts his face, incorporating 'Eros', licks his lips, leaving Victor surprised.
"Never take your eyes off me," he says. "Never."
"Stay close to me. Always," Victor responds, hugging him tightly. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Sleep Over
Chapter 1: Sleep Over
Guang-Hong cursed in Chinese under his breath. His hotel reservation had unfortunately been erased from the computer systems. Now, he was left scrambling to figure out where to stay during the duration of the skating competition.
"What am I supposed to do?" he sighed, slumping down on a bench in the elaborate hotel lobby.
"What's wrong, Guang-Hong?" The wooden bench creaked a little as another weight was added to it.
"Phichit," he sighed, slumping down further. "My hotel reservation got lost, so now I don't have a place to stay during the competition."
Phichit put an arm around his smaller friend. "Why don't you stay in my room?"
"You're sure?" Guang-Hong asked.
"Yeah! It will be great! It'll be like an extended sleepover!" Phichit pulled him closer and snapped a selfie. He captioned the selfie as "Sleepover with my little buddy!"
"Alright," Guang-Hong giggled. "It sounds like fun when you put it that way."
"It will be! Now, let's go to the room, unpack, and order lots of room service!" Phichit exclaimed.
Guang-Hong couldn't help but laugh, feeling completely at ease with Phichit. "Sounds good to me. I need a bath too. It's been a super long day."
"That sounds nice. I'll unpack my stuff while you go, and then you can unpack yours while I go!" Phichit suggested.
"Okay!" Guang-Hong agreed.
With a set plan in motion, the pair took the elevator up to their room. The whole floor was rented out to those participating in the competition. Phichit's room seemed to be located between Leo's and Chris's rooms. There were strange sounds coming from Chris's room, sounds that the two chose to ignore as they made their way into the room to set their luggage down on the bed. Guang-Hong put his things down and immediately made a beeline for the bathroom. He found some lavender bubble bath on the sink and decided to pour some of it into the bath. There were a few other bath products laying on the counter. "Phichit, there's a bunch of smelly good stuff in here!" he called out.
"Sweet!" Phichit replied with a chuckle.
Guang-Hong squinted because Phichit's voice sounded like it was coming from close to the door. "I swear, Phichit, if you take any naked pictures of me, I'm defriending you on every social media app!"
"Awwwww, you're no fun, Ji!" Phichit teased.
Guang-Hong felt his face flush red. None of his friends called him by his first name, and it wasn't common in his country for someone to use your first name unless they knew you very well. By the time he finished his bath, Phichit had ordered room service, and by the time Phichit finished his bath, the food had arrived. Phichit took a few pre- and post-shower selfies for his Instagram followers and walked out to see Guang-Hong already chowing down.
"You couldn't wait?" Phichit chuckled, leaning in the doorway. Guang-Hong looked up at him with full, chubby cheeks.
"Nope!" he exclaimed with a full mouth. Phichit crossed the room and hopped onto the bed on his knees.
"Come here for a sec!" he said, pulling Guang-Hong into a pre-dinner selfie. "Phichit, there's food all over my face in this! Delete it, please!" Guang-Hong asked.
"Sorry, I didn't catch that," Phichit replied.
Guang-Hong let out an audible sigh when his phone vibrated. "Why am I friends with you?" he asked.
"Because you like my skating, and you're a cinnamon roll? At least, that's how it got started," Phichit teased.
"I'm a cinnamon roll?" Guang-Hong repeated.
"A cinnamon roll," Phichit confirmed. "I'm going to put on a movie while we eat!" He grabbed the remote and flipped through channels until he found a movie that seemed interesting. Guang-Hong settled on the bed with his food, picking at it as he suddenly felt very shy. He had always longed for his friend's attention, and now that he had it, he didn't know what to do with it.
Eventually, they set their plates aside, and the lights went out, making the only source of light in the room the glow coming from the television. Both of them settled against the headboard of the bed and ended up at the foot of the bed, Guang-Hong on his back and Phichit with his head on his back, unconsciously drawing circles on it with his finger.
Guang-Hong rolled over onto his side and smiled up at Phichit. "But I'm having too much fun!" he said.
Phichit felt his heart speed up. He had known for a while about his friend's crush on him, and it had only been recently that he had started to feel the same way. He had liked Yuri for a little while, but those feelings had faded when they parted ways. He was glad that Yuri had found a happy relationship with Victor. He liked to post pictures of the happy couple on Instagram often, but now he thought he would also like to post pictures of his own happy relationship.
"Ji..." Phichit stroked his cheek softly, causing the smaller boy to tense up. He searched his eyes for unspoken permission and saw a slight glimmer in his eyes, which told him this was okay. As soon as he saw this glimmer, he leaned down and kissed him. Guang-Hong grabbed the front of his pajama shirt and pulled him closer. This was something that had been coming for a while now. Phichit couldn't help but take a picture of it, but he didn't post it, especially since Ji was still just a seventeen-year-old. He wouldn't be able to post any kiss pictures until Ji turned eighteen in a few months. He pulled away and stroked his cheek. "I think... I'm going to enjoy having you in the room with me until the competition is over."
Ji smiled and pulled him down into a full-body hug. "I think I'm really going to enjoy being here!" |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Twitter and Housework
Chapter 1: Twitter and Housework
Sorry I'm late again! Today, it's all about social media, and since I'm using Twitter a lot, it focuses on Twitter (don't hesitate to follow me there at SeikaryuuR27). Enjoy!
Yuuri looked unsatisfied at the basket of dirty laundry in the bathroom. Viktor had again forgotten to put the laundry in the washing machine. Besides, he knew it was his turn to do the laundry, but he had run away using the excuse of going for a walk with Makkachin.
Yuuri put all the clothes in the washing machine and picked up his phone. He sat down on the sofa. As usual, Yuuri took to Twitter. He saw a few tweets from his friends, liking and retweeting some. Then, in a sudden impulse, he hit the button to tweet.
Katsuki-Nikiforov Yuuri @kyuuri • 25s
@vinikiforov forgot to do the laundry again and ran away with Makkachin. Do I let him sleep on the couch or do I "forget" to cook him his share of dinner?
Then Yuuri stood up, going to do the laundry. He hadn't even finished hanging half the clothes when he heard Viktor storming into the apartment. He greeted his fiancé with his fists on his hips.
"Viktor."
The aforementioned swallowed. Makkachin slowly slipped away.
"Wow, you look really sexy with your fists on your hips and the sleeves rolled up, Yu-"
"Viktor. Laundry."
Viktor knelt in front of his fiancé.
"Yuuusha, I would do what you want, but please let me sleep with you and eat tonight! Plus, you're cooking katsudon for dinner, please!"
Yuuri raised an eyebrow. "How did you know that I was planning on letting you sleep on the couch and letting you starve?"
"You are so cruel, my love… but to answer your question, Twitter?"
Oh. He had already forgotten his tweet. Yuuri crossed his arms and smirked. "If you hang the clothes outside properly, clean our trophy room, and give Makkachin a bath before dinner, not only will you be able to sleep in our room and eat, but you will also have a reward tonight ~"
Yuuri winked at him.
Viktor blushed before running into the bathroom, nearly falling and tripping over the carpet. Yuuri laughed softly and quietly followed his fiancé, taking his phone in the process. In the span of thirty minutes, he had already had a fair number of retweets and likes. Yuuri smiled.
He used the camera on his phone and discreetly took a picture of Viktor hanging out the laundry with a desperate look on his face. He then returned to the kitchen, where he continued to cook katsudon.
A few minutes later, he heard Viktor's quick footsteps heading towards their trophy room, and a small scream. Viktor had just banged his little toe against a piece of furniture. Yuuri barely held back his laughter and pulled out his phone again before joining his lover. He took a picture of Viktor frantically cleaning up a medal Yuuri had won at the Japanese Nationals. He took another photo when Viktor had started staring at the medal with pride. Yuuri felt his heart leap in his chest.
He returned to the kitchen and started to cook the pork cutlets.
The Japanese man started to set the table when he saw Viktor running to the bathroom, calling out for Makkachin. Fortunately, the poodle was well-behaved while bathing. Yuuri put out only one plate and went to take a picture of his fiancé gently rubbing Makkachin's fur. The poodle seemed relaxed under his owner's massage, while the latter seemed exhausted. Yuuri smiled fondly and returned to the kitchen, setting up the last plate and slightly increasing the portions.
Right when Yuuri finished setting the table, Viktor left the bathroom with a clean Makkachin.
Viktor sat down heavily in front of Yuuri. The latter smiled gently at him.
"You did a good job today, my love."
Viktor seemed delighted with the compliment and began to wolf down his meal with glee. Yuuri took a picture and continued to eat, looking at his fiancé with affection.
Viktor fell asleep after a single orgasm. It was rare, but Viktor had worked so hard in the last few hours that Yuuri could only be in awe of his lover. He picked up his phone and took a discreet photo of his fiancé's back and opened Twitter.
Katsuki-Nikiforov Yuuri @kyuuri • 43s
@vinikiforov did a good job; he got his little reward. I would use Twitter again if it ever motivated him to do his housework.
[Insert four photos:
- The first picture was Viktor hanging out the laundry.
- The second picture was Viktor frantically cleaning Yuuri's medal.
- The third picture was when Viktor bathed Makkachin.
- And finally, the last picture was Viktor eating his meal with joy.]
@vinikiforov forgot to hang out the laundry again and ran away with Makkachin. Do I let him sleep on the couch or do I "forget" to cook him his share of dinner?
He laughed softly and hit the "Tweet" button again.
Katsuki-Nikiforov Yuuri @kyuuri • 05s
@vinikiforov is the best fiancé and also had his secret reward...
[Insert two photos of Viktor: one looking back at the medal with pride, and the other with his back to the camera, scratches and bite marks visible.]
Yuuri silenced his phone and snuggled up against his fiancé's back and fell asleep too. He had done enough social interaction on social media today. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
What's a ring to a victor?
Chapter 1: What's a ring to a victor?
I wrote this in less than 10 minutes, so have mercy on me. I was inspired by an article I read online about wedding rings, and I thought it would fit our favorite skating couple.
What's a ring to a victor?
"You're not wearing your ring?" Viktor's interest was piqued. Two young women sat next to him, talking animatedly. He didn't have the habit of eavesdropping on other people's conversations, but he had no qualms about doing it if the topic intrigued him. So, he deftly moved his chair closer to the women's table to be able to hear better.
"Oh, I'm not. It's uncomfortable, you know? I think my skin is just too sensitive." The woman who was talking kept touching her hand nervously, as if the mere thought about her ring was bothering her. Her friend was quick to soothe her.
"Oh, yes, that's true! And you know, I think it's very fashionable now. A lot of famous couples don't wear their rings." "That's right! And besides, I don't want to risk losing it somewhere. You know how easily Semyon can get angry."
Viktor frowned. He didn't know how easily angered Semyon was, but at this moment, his sympathies were for him, not the woman. He lifted his hand and looked at his ring. Since Yuuri gave it to him, he'd only taken it off to clean it. He always wore his ring - when he was on the ice, when he bathed, when he slept. He hadn't lost it so far.
It's trendy, huh? There seemed to be some truth in those words. The news that Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki were engaged had spread like wildfire. Viktor suspected that Pfichit was the main reason for that. Some old acquaintances had already congratulated him, adding jokingly that Viktor Nikiforov, the lifelong bachelor, was finally tied down.
No, it shouldn't be like that. A ring, whether it was an engagement ring or a wedding ring, wasn't a shackle. It wasn't a branding burned into your skin. It was... it was just a ring. A thin golden band that wrapped around your finger; a sign that you had deliberately and willingly connected your soul with another person's.
Semyon will never be as happy as I am. He smiled. The young woman was currently listing off her husband's many vices. After just a couple of minutes, Viktor was left with the impression that this Semyon was the single worst being on this planet. He didn't think it was right of anyone to complain about their partner. After all, everybody chose the person they wanted to spend the rest of their days with. It was unfair to complain.
Everyone had bad qualities. Even his irreplaceable Yuuri - Viktor smiled dreamily - could be unbelievable in some respects. He was neurotic, too conceited, and sometimes a bit selfish. And that low self-esteem of his too... But that wasn't enough to extinguish the love Viktor felt.
I'm sure that there are things about me that Yuuri doesn't like as well. Nobody was perfect, after all. Love wasn't about finding someone who had no vices. Such creatures didn't exist. It was actually about learning to accept everything about your partner, even their bad sides. Love was about the effort one made to be happy. And the ring was a symbol of that effort.
"After all, Vera, you have to have your freedom too." The words made Viktor's hands shake. Why did people think that being in a relationship meant giving up your freedom? And why, when they thought so, did they continue to be in a relationship?
Yes, Viktor no longer had the freedom that a bachelor's lifestyle offered - not that he'd ever made any use of it! But he was a free man now too. This ring wasn't a symbol that he belonged to someone. It was a symbol that he belonged with someone. Someone who completed his life, who was a plus when Viktor was a minus, and a minus when he was a plus.
"Viktor." Viktor looked up. Yuuri was standing beside him. He was panting and his face was flushed.
"I'm so sorry... wrong bus stop... I think Yurio misled me on purpose..." He was explaining with a ragged voice.
"It's ok." Viktor smiled and pushed the empty chair towards him. "Sit down and rest, ok?"
Yuuri did. He was still breathing heavily. His hands were shaking while he unzipped his jacket. Due to the cold air, his skin was red, and the ring was standing out on his finger. Smiling, Viktor reached out and touched the gleaming metal gently.
"Yuuri," he spoke, "do you like wearing your ring?"
"Oh?" Yuuri was surprised by the question. He looked down at his hand. "I... yes, of course I do. I mean," he blushed, "it irritates my skin a bit, but I think that's because I'm not used to wearing jewelry. But I wouldn't take it off for something so little."
"Mmm... and what would you take it off for?"
"Oh!" Yuuri thought about it for a moment. "I suppose I'd take it off if you asked me to."
"Only in this case?" Viktor insisted.
"Well... yes. I mean... it wouldn't be fair to you, would it?" Yuuri's blush had deepened. "Why do you ask? Do you want to take your ring off?" He looked at Viktor's hand to make sure that the gold band was still there.
Viktor shook his head. He smiled, took Yuuri's hand, and kissed it.
"Of course, I don't want to," he said. "I'm glad you don't want to either." |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuri-on-Ice
Who's on Katsuki Yuuri's Wall?
Chapter 1: Who's on Katsuki Yuuri's Wall?
I do not own Yuri! On Ice. I have no beta. Enjoy! You can find me on Tumblr at helly-watermelonsmellinfellon; I follow back.
It was some time during the Grand Prix Final. Phichit and his phone were killing me.
It all started with a most unfortunate call from Yuuri's sister at the most unfortunate time, minutes before the Grand Prix Final would fully begin.
"Yuuri, Mother did your laundry, but accidentally left your door wide open, so Makkachin got inside. Everything was fine until he got to the bed and found your stash of posters."
Yuuri suddenly wished that he hadn't put the mobile on speaker, because everyone within the vicinity had heard and were gathering around, interested in their conversation. Why was Mari talking in English, anyway?
"A few of the good posters got torn up, though. Sorry," Mari said.
Yuuri was suddenly panicked. "The platinum one wasn't among them, right?" he asked, practically pleading for her to tell him what he needed to hear.
"No, that one's fine. The one with the poodle is torn apart. Almost as if in jealousy, actually," Mari said, sounding amused. This was not amusing, however. He had loved the poster of Victor and his first poodle; it was what made him want to get a poodle of his own. And Victor's long hair was so beautiful back then.
After the call, Phichit had decided to open his mouth. "So, which poster got it?" he asked.
"An unimportant one," Yuuri murmured, placing his mobile in his pocket. He at least had several others of smaller sizes, so it wasn't too much of a loss.
"Are there any posters of me?" the Thai skater asked, a wide smile on his face.
"No!" Yuuri squeaked. "I have a photo of both of us on my desk, if that helps."
"Meh," Phichit shrugged and pulled out his own mobile. Yuuri didn't even want to imagine what he was up to on it.
"Any posters of me?" Chris whispered in his ear as he leaned over Yuuri's shoulder, only to be pulled away by Victor, who was frowning heavily at him.
"No," Yuuri replied.
"My heart is broken, Yuuri! How could you not have my gorgeous self on your wall?" Chris exclaimed.
"I'm sure you'll manage," the brunet murmured without remorse.
Phichit smiled and sent Chris a pitying look. "Don't feel bad; I guarantee that Victor's body takes up most of every wall in Yuuri's room."
"Shut up!" Yuuri's voice had literally just ascended two octaves.
Phichit merely gave him that smile that the world was beginning to know him for, the one that told Yuuri that he was not ashamed of what he was doing and would most likely be doing it again in the future.
"What about my body being on Yuuri's wall?" Victor asked.
Of all the times to be paying attention, it had to be now? Yuuri's mortified glance in Victor's direction was met with Victor's adorable confusion.
Phichit went to open his mouth again, but Yuuri was quick to slam a hand over it, to halt any further embarrassment to himself. The look he sent his longtime friend could silence the loudest of crowds.
"I'm no longer on Yuuri's wall. He took down all the posters of me and hid them under his bed," Victor said.
Yuuri would swear that he could hear the rapid acceleration of his own heartbeat. That was how silent it got in the arena, at least for him.
Victor knew; he somehow knew about Yuuri's shrine to him. His horrified look was met with a cute grin.
"You were drunk on sake and decided to show me your collection. You were very proud of it and kissed the long-haired ones of me several times," Victor explained.
Yuuri's reaction was immediate and intense. Victor merely wrapped an arm around his trembling shoulders. "I was very flattered, and immediately got Minako to get me some posters of you, so I could enjoy you as well."
Phichit's phone was flashing every few seconds, and Yuuri knew that this was going to make it to Instagram, Twitter, and probably Tumblr, if Phichit had any say in the matter.
"Enjoy, eh?" Chris winked, quirking his brow suggestively.
Yurio gave a disgusted noise, finally announcing his presence. "You're all disgusting."
"Don't worry, little kitten; one day you'll be 'enjoying' yourself when you look at photos of other people. Fear not!" Chris cheered, giving a small wiggle of the hips.
"Shut up!" Yurio exclaimed.
Yuuri sighed in relief as the others took to teasing Yurio over his lack of physical and sexual maturity, which meant they had gotten over his embarrassing revelation.
"Yuuri, when we move in together, we're going to have to designate which wall gets what poster," Victor said.
Of course, Victor hadn't forgotten, had he? "I have this nice one that makes me want to bite your ass," he added.
"Victor!" Yuuri exclaimed.
The man shrugged. "Just telling the truth, Yuuri."
There was a giggle that didn't come from either of them, and both looked up to see Phichit. The light on his phone's camera was flashing, illuminating their figures.
"Twitter is going to love this confession!" Phichit exclaimed.
"No!" Yuuri cried.
The other skater giggled again as he stepped away before Yuuri could grab him.
"Phichit, I swear!" Yuuri shouted.
"Ooh, swearing means serious business! My followers are going to love it!" Phichit sang in return. And, damn it all, was he right.
The jerk.
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This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Yuruyuriゆるゆり
Chapter 1: Autistic Kyoko
It was a beautiful weekend. The sun was shining, and the birds were chirping. Everything seemed fine.
Toshino Kyoko was at home. Her mother had gone out for the day, so the house was at her disposal. With nothing to do, Kyoko decided to pay a visit to her friend, Yui. However, while walking down the stairs, she suddenly tripped and fell into unconsciousness.
Unfortunately, after that mishap, she had turned autistic. When she woke up, she became an autist. "Argggghhhhh!" she screamed at the top of her voice as she started clawing her face. Skin began peeling off, and blood trickled down her fingers. Despite that, she did not stop because she had turned autistic.
"Argghhhhhhhh! Bun-self wants chicken tendies reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Her autism was quite serious. She even started giving herself autism-neutral pronouns. For the whole day, she screamed and shouted and wailed and punched her fists in the air. Froth was foaming from her mouth as she banged her head repeatedly on the floor.
Just as Kyoko was about to harm herself due to immense autism, her mom came back. "Toshino Kyoko, if you make so much noise next time, I swear I'm getting you to boot camp, WTF?" Her mother stared at her in horror. Autistic Kyoko was thrashing violently on the floor and losing control of her bladder.
Mom, knowing that her daughter had turned autistic, sobbed for the whole night. The next day, Kyoko woke up and immediately started bashing her head in. "Kyoko, no!" her mom, who was in tears, tried to stop her daughter from self-harming. However, Kyoko soon directed her violence towards her instead. She knocked her mother out.
"Hahahhaahahahhahaa bad mom bad mom baaaaad mom hurrrr durrr reeeeeeeeeeee!" "Bun-self haz an smarties bun-self can into school!" Kyoko suddenly remembered school. She also remembered that she used to be the top student before that incident.
Without further ado, she rushed out of her house and started running for school. Lucky for her, she was not late. However, she had not cleaned herself the night before, so the smell of urine and vomit was still quite strong. "Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Hughhhhhh!" Kyoko made highly autistic noise as she trudged up the stairs.
A first-year student came into view. It was Sakurako. She happened to be Kyoko's favorite first-year student, and the same could be said for the latter. Normally, the cheerful and energetic Kyoko would greet her junior with enthusiasm. This time, however, she greeted her with autism instead. "Choooooooo chooooooooo here comes dat train here comes dat train!" Kyoko screamed as she rammed into Sakurako. Poor Sakurako was left in shock as autistic Kyoko walked over her and started urinating on her.
That was Sakurako's fetish, so she had no reason to resist. For the next 10 minutes or so, Kyoko danced atop Sakurako, spraying urine from her autistic body, and Sakurako moaned "moar!" with an equal degree of autism. Just then, Yui bumped into them. "Hi Kyoko, why were you not in class? What the...?"
Yui's sudden presence shocked Kyoko, so she fell down. Unfortunately, she fell down on Sakurako, causing the latter's intestines to pop out of her stomach. Sakurako died immediately. "Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee snek!" The serpentine shape of the intestines triggered Kyoko, and she began beating Sakurako's corpse violently. Her actions caused blood to spray everywhere.
"Gross!" Yui commented as pieces of Sakurako's guts flew into her mouth. She chewed the pieces, which tasted like the sushi she had once. Not too bad. What was Yui's true concern was that her childhood friend and also her best friend had become an irredeemable autist. What was she going to do?
Yui did not have time to lose, so she had to make a decision quickly. "Wait... Kyoko... turn back, please!" Yui suddenly remembered that time when Kyoko had a complete personality swap after bumping her head. To return her back to normal, Yui needed to hammer her head to reverse the previous effect.
However, Yui did not have a hammer. She did, in fact, have a gun, for she was planning to shoot up the school. "Kyoko, I'm sorry..." Yui choked. Tears were flowing from her eyes. Kyoko stopped bashing at Sakurako's corpse and stared at Yui.
Yui froze as she looked at her soulmate's eyes. Underneath that caricature of degeneracy, she could still catch a glimpse of the old Kyoko. Is it too soon? Yui shook her head. Now was not the time for emotions. She had to act fast since Kyoko had already claimed her first victim. If she were to hesitate, she would endanger everyone.
"I'm sorry I had to do this!" Yui shouted at the top of her voice as she pulled the trigger. Bam! Kyoko's brains were immediately blown out. Not being able to handle the loss of her friend, Yui soon pulled the trigger on herself.
That afternoon, the amusement club was especially quiet. Ayano, who was going after Kyoko for her handouts, stood in front of the entrance. "Hmm, Chitose, don't you think it is strangely quiet? Normally Toshino-san's voice could be heard at this point..."
Chitose shrugged. "Toshino Kyoko!" Ayano shouted. She opened the door. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: yu_yu_hakusho
Chapter 1
I do not own any anime or make a profit from any fan fiction. I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or its characters; this is a fan-made story. Please support the official release.
The dark tournament was over, and Yusuke had beaten Toguro in front of thousands of demons and apparitions. He had proven his strength and made some friends, and now it was time to say goodbye. "Goodbye, you guys, it's been a blast," he said.
"Hope to see ya soon, Urameshi," Chu replied, saying his goodbyes. "Sounds like fun," Yusuke said, as they shook hands. Jin seemed hesitant to get close to Yusuke, but Touya nudged him in the side. "Go on, this is your last chance," he whispered, and Jin stepped up to Yusuke. Just being near the boy had his ears going pointy, and the air around him was spicy and strong.
"Hey," Yusuke smiled at Jin, and the red-haired demon blushed. "It was fun fighting you; I'd love to do it again, ya know, without our lives on the line." Jin couldn't help himself; he moved with great speed and hugged Yusuke. This surprised many, including Yusuke himself. "I'm gonna miss ya, Urameshi," Jin said.
Yusuke wrapped his arms around the wind master and returned the embrace. "I'm gonna miss you too," he replied. Jin smiled and clung to him a little longer before pulling back to look at Yusuke. "Yusuke...I..." he started to say, but was interrupted.
"Ahem!" Everyone turned to see Koenma. "Sorry to interrupt the goodbyes, but I have something important for everyone to hear. As some of you know, the winners of the tournament are each given a wish granted by the committee. However, even with them gone, I have decided to honor the pact of the dark tournament, so take a moment, and I will enact any wish you have."
"I know what I want," Yusuke said quickly and without hesitation. "I'd like it if Jin could be free, and if he wants to come stay with me in the human world." His cheeks heated up in a blush, and he looked to Jin, who smiled, a big, huge grin, and his ears twitched happily.
"I'd love to stay with ya!" Jin said happily, but then he stopped and looked at Touya. "But what about Touya? He's my friend; I couldn't just let him go back to the shadows of Makai alone."
"Oh, he's covered," Kurama said, coming up beside the ice master and wrapping an arm around him. Touya blushed and gave the fox demon a quick peck on the cheek.
"That settles it, then," Jin said. "I'm yours, Urameshi; you're stuck with me." He kissed Yusuke, his ears twitching and wiggling happily. Yusuke was kissing back with equal amounts of passion; the detective's hands roamed the demon's back, slowly moving lower, until he cupped his firm rear and gave his ass a squeeze. He thought, 'He's a good kisser!' as he moaned into the other male's mouth.
"Ahem, could you save the PDA until after you get on the ship?" someone said, and they looked around to see everyone blushing. The two pulled apart, sharing a similar grin.
"Sorry, guys," they said in unison, both giving a chuckle. The two were so alike, practically soul mates.
On the boat, Jin took one final look at the island that his team had wanted so badly, now tarnished and burned. He realized it wasn't the island he wanted but freedom from the shadows. Yusuke gave him that, and so much more. "Not having second thoughts, are you?" Yusuke asked.
"Never," Jin replied, taking a deep breath. The air was rich in the scent of the sea. He used the wind and launched himself into the boy's arms. Yusuke caught him and carried the wind master down to his cabin. Jin took this chance to kiss Yusuke and was rewarded by a passionate kiss back; their tongues met and played with each other, neither fighting for dominance.
They reached the cabin, and Yusuke kicked the door in; he didn't care, his mind was too focused on the sexy red head in his arms. The cabin was simple enough, with a clean bed, which was all they cared about right now. Yusuke kicked off his shoes as he brought Jin to the bed; Jin yelped as the kiss broke, and he was dropped onto the bed. He laughed as he bounced a little.
He looked up to see Yusuke remove his shirt and unbuckle his pants; he licked his lips as he eyed the bulge, his cock making a noticeable tent in those tight pants. When the pants came down, Yusuke's cock tented his boxers nicely. Yusuke saw Jin's cock make a massive tent in his pants, which meant one thing: "No underwear, Jin; what a naughty boy you are." He grabbed Jin's cock through his pants and fisted the erection. Jin bucked his hips and moaned.
Yusuke pumped him through his pants, letting the pants add more friction and heat to his manhood. The detective took this chance to kiss Jin and slip his tongue into his mouth. He dominated the kiss, and the red head loved it; Yusuke's taste was intoxicating, and the air around him smelled divine. His ears twitched in joy.
A wet spot formed at the front of his pants, and Yusuke released his cock, much to Jin's disappointment. His hands came up to play with Jin's erect nipples; he rubbed the sensitive nubs, earning moans of pleasure from the demon. He pulled away from the other's mouth and licked his pointy ear. "Ahh, Urameshi, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up," Jin said.
Yusuke chuckled. "Let it go!" He nipped his pointy ear, and the red head cried out his name as he came; his cum soaked the front of his pants. His hands left the panting demon's nipples to slide down his muscled body; he reached the pants and began pulling them down. His still-hard, uncut cock sprang up, glistening wet with cum. The pants were tossed over his shoulder, and he stared at the naked demon below him, his eyes sparkling in the afterglow of his release.
He followed the trail, his hands taking with his mouth, licking down his neck, over his chest, taking a moment to lick and suck on his nipples, earning moans of pleasure. He continued by grabbing his wet cock and pumping him; the foreskin was pulled back, exposing the head. Jin cried out in pleasure, his fists gripping the bed sheets, not wanting to distract him from the pleasurable trail down his body.
Yusuke continued on, licking his way down, but taking time to map out his abs with his tongue, caressing the valleys of muscle before he reached his navel. He dipped his tongue in and felt the shudder from his partner. He thought Yusuke's path would lead him to his cock, but instead, he raised his right leg and ran his tongue to his exposed thigh. As he kissed and sucked on the spot, his cum-slicked hand went down and began to tease his ass.
Jin moaned as the slick finger pushed into his virgin ass, at the same time Yusuke sucked and nipped at his skin, leaving a mark that only he would see. He continued on his leg, licking places the wind master never thought would be so sensitive or feel so good. As he got closer to his foot, he added another finger into Jin's tight heat. "Please, Urameshi, play with my ass more; it feels so good!" Yusuke obliged and added a third finger; he stirred his fingers inside him and rubbed the man's sweet spot.
He turned his head and began licking the soles of his feet. Jin arched his back, a look of pure pleasure and joy on his face, as he came. Yusuke pulled back and took the moment to divest his boxers, letting his cut manhood spring free. Jin snapped out of his daze, and his cock rose to full arousal at the size of his lover's rod. He collected the cum off his abs and chest and used it to lube himself.
Jin waited in anticipation; he pulled his legs back, exposing his tight hole. Yusuke aligned his cock with his waiting hole, gave a nod, and Yusuke pushed in; he went slow, giving Jin time to adjust. "Urameshi, your big cock feels so good!" Jin moaned as Yusuke sank balls deep inside him.
"You're ass is so hot and tight inside; it's hugging me so good," Yusuke moaned, gripping Jin's hips as he waited for him to adjust. Jin leaned forward and licked his cheek as a sign he was ready. He didn't hesitate; he started thrusting, groaning as every thrust brought his balls to smack against his ass. The red head cried out as the huge cock brushed his sweet spot with every thrust. "Fuck yes, faster!" Yusuke obeyed, and their hips met faster and faster.
Yusuke reached between them and took hold of Jin's cock; he played with the wind demon's manhood, tugging on the foreskin to see how far it would stretch before pulling it back down, exposing the head, and he rubbed the head with his thumb. The pleasure had Jin crying out his pleasure, and his inner muscles squeezed Yusuke's thrusting length. "Yusuke, I'm gonna cum!"
"Me too, cumming together!" Yusuke growled out and pulled his lover into a fierce kiss as their release washed over them. Jin's ears twitched as his cum splashed between their bodies, and the feeling of Yusuke's cum flooding his body was the icing on his happy cake. Yusuke collapsed on top of him and was about to pull out when Jin stopped him. "Stay in me."
"As you wish," Yusuke said, nuzzling the demon's neck, keeping his cock deep inside him. Both boys fell into a blissful slumber, sharing similar smiles on their faces. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: yu_gi_oh
Chapter 1
Note: As this fic is a challenge fic, I have written this in accordance with the terms of the challenge and have reined in my tendency towards exaggeration, keeping everything much more in character. That said, please enjoy.
"Three months," Yuugi said as he and Anzu sat together in his room, exchanging kisses every so often. "I know," Anzu said, leaning in for another kiss; Yuugi's eyes briefly darted to her cleavage, Anzu's light shirt exposing a small but still tantalizing portion of her DD-cup breasts. Then Anzu's lips, soft and sweet, took Yuugi's breath away. "I wish we'd started going out sooner; you're a real good kisser, Yuugi." "Heh heh, thanks Anzu," Yuugi blushed as he watched Anzu stand up and stretch, his eyes locking on her sexy round rump, her miniskirt only just covering her delectable flesh.
For a moment, Yuugi thought he'd be able to see her tight panties, but then Anzu was done and she turned back to face him, her ample bust slightly jiggling from the motion. "So, was there anything else you wanted to do?" Yuugi was still seated, still overwhelmed by the reality of Anzu's presence. "Well, I've been thinking," Anzu walked up, stood over him, her breasts almost pressing into his chest. "I think we've reached the point where we can take our relationship to the next level."
"Y-you do?" Yuugi gulped nervously and blushed even harder than before; the night before the Ceremonial Duel, he'd agreed to let Anzu be alone with Atem, and while neither of them said anything, he knew that they'd had sex. He wasn't upset about it at all, it was the least the two of them deserved since they wouldn't ever have another chance. "Yes, I do; it doesn't have to be right now, of course, but I think it would be great if we could do it soon." "Whoa," Yuugi scooted back a bit, bringing a small frown to Anzu's face. "No, I'm not saying I don't want to, I just need a little time to set things up, you know?"
Anzu beamed that smile that always destroyed Yuugi. "Sure thing; you just let me know when, and we can find out what happens after...this." Anzu took Yuugi's hand and placed it on her rear; the sensation almost fried Yuugi's brain, the reality of it far more powerful than any of his perverted imaginings fueled by years of porno viewing. "Absolutely," Yuugi said breathily as he watched Anzu leave his room, shaking her hips with every step.
The door closed behind her, and Yuugi let out a big sigh. "Oh man," Yuugi got up and looked down at himself; short and with little muscle, Yuugi had no idea how on Earth he was able to be with Anzu; as the hottest girl in all of Domino High, she could have been with practically any guy she wanted, and she'd chosen him. "I won't disappoint you, Anzu, I promise." Steeling himself, Yuugi took out his phone, dialed the number, and called. "Hello?" Even though she didn't know who she was speaking to yet, her voice was as sultry as always.
"Hey Mai," Yes, Yuugi called up Mai Kujaku. "I was wondering if I could come over, I'd like to ask for your help with something." "Sure thing, anything for the King of Games." They talked a bit more, Yuugi got the directions to her apartment, and he was on his way. As he walked, he of course couldn't help but think about what he was going to propose to the sexy blonde duelist and dreading the possibility that she was going to reject him out of hand, maybe even tell Anzu.
Still, in his heart as a gamer, he felt that his best chance of satisfying Anzu, of meeting her expectations, were on the other side of the door to Mai's apartment. "Hello?" Yuugi knocked on the door. "This is Yuugi, may I come in?" "You may," The confidence in Mai's voice had Yuugi tingling all up and down; he turned the knob and entered, saw Mai on her couch laid out, dressed very lightly, the majority of her E-cup breasts exposed by her bustier, the swell of her hips accented by her purple skirt, Yuugi just barely able to make out her black panties across her smooth butt; while his heart undeniably belonged to Anzu, his libido could not deny that in every regard Mai was the more developed woman.
"Hi, Mai," Yuugi's throat was dry from the sheer hotness that was Mai Kujaku. "Hey Yuugi," That smile of hers, she knew exactly what it was doing to him. "So, you need help with Anzu, isn't that what you said?" "Yes," Yuugi fortified himself. "She wants to have sex with me, the sooner the better." "Wow," Mai said in honest, wide-eyed shock. "That girl really knows to go for what she wants; you're a lucky guy, Yuugi."
"Thanks, but I'm worried that I won't be able to be all that she wants from me," "That so?" Mai looked him up and down. "I'd tell you that it's all in your head, but I think that's not what you came for, is it Yuugi?" "Nope," Yuugi took a deep breath. "Mai Kujaku, could you please help me to learn how to please a woman?" "Certainly, Yuugi," Mai stood up, the mass of her bust shifting as she did. "R-really?" Yuugi couldn't help locking his eyes onto those mouth-watering mamms as they bounced ever closer to him.
"Really," Mai was now leaning over in front of him, her breasts could just pop out at any moment. "But if we're going to do this, I need to get something out of this myself." "Right, of course," Now things felt a bit awkward; was Mai going to ask for money, like some sort of prostitute? This was starting to sound more and more like something out of one of his pornos. "For the duration of this exchange, we're going to be friends-with-benefits; any time I call, you come on over and you please me as best you can, my King of Games." "You mean that?" Mai nodded.
"All right, where do we begin?" Mai drew herself back up to her full height and took off the bustier, exposing her big E-cup breasts to him, her areola a light brown while her nipples were pink nubs that Yuugi couldn't help smacking his lips at the sight of. "Why don't you start by tending to my breasts?" "Okay," Yuugi got in close enough to breathe in the scent of Mai's skin, then took hold of Mai's breasts, each mammary overflowing his hands; the feeling was both soft and firm at the same time, like marshmallows, squishing and yielding easily yet retaining their desirable shape even as Yuugi groped more and more vigorously.
He rubbed them, and even started pinching Mai's nipples, and through it all Mai just stood there, moaning with pleasure. "Damn Yuugi, you're a real natural at this; guess you really are a boob freak, aren't you?" Mai said when her head cleared; never before had someone so expertly worked her breasts, with experience Yuugi would knock all her previous lovers out of the water, no question. "Why don't you start sucking on my nipples?" "Sure thing," Yuugi said with a hunger that suggested he was already planning on doing just that.
He put his mouth over Mai's left tit, and started working on it; he was wet and messy about it, not unlike the babies who were meant to feed from breasts like those, but the knowing pleasure both drew from the act was as far from that childish innocence as possible. For ten minutes it went like this, and though Yuugi didn't realize it, he'd managed to make Mai cum more than once in that time. "Okay, now for the final lesson for the day," Mai said, almost immediately regretting her choice of words, but she would stick by them nonetheless.
"Whip out your dick and put it between my tits," "Yes!" Yuugi fiddled with his pants for a bit, and when he dropped them, Mai gasped in shock at how big he was, a good 10 inches hard! Yuugi didn't even think anything of it, having always consciously avoided looking at other guys in the shower in high school and thus he did not realize his generous endowment was anything but average. Mai got down on her knees and sandwiched Yuugi's dick in between her titties, rubbing her mammary masses up and down the length of Yuugi's thick rod.
"Oh yeah, going to be making plenty of calls to you Yuugi," Yuugi then took hold of Mai's breasts and squeezed them around his cock. "A little gentler, Yuugi," Mai winced, arousing as Yuugi's talented hands were. "Right, sorry," Yuugi loosened up a bit, and the warmth of his cock did the rest. The both of them were panting hard, and after another ten minutes of this stimulation, Yuugi had finally had enough. "I'm cumming!" He shouted, just like in the pornos he watched, and just as he did, so did Mai.
Yuugi came for a good long while, and by the end of it, he'd covered both Mai's face and her breasts in a thick layer of his sticky semen. "Wow, this was a good first lesson Yuugi," Mai started licking Yuugi's cum off her face, swallowing it eagerly. "You should get back home now, before your Grandpa starts worrying about where you are," "Okay, but next time, can we go a bit longer?" Yuugi pointed to his still hard cock. "I promise Yuugi, I will train you as long and hard as I can."
NEXT CHAPTER
Chapter 2
Over the course of the next two weeks, Mai Kujaku would call Yuugi away from his friends, and he would always have excuses prepared for any occasion so no one would suspect the truth that Mai Kujaku was teaching him how to fuck a woman's body like a true pro. Every position, every orifice, on top and on bottom and in between, Mai educated Yuugi with her body, and he was a very good student. After all, Yuugi was finding himself more and more in love with Mai's hot body, so he was well and truly determined to please her.
Unfortunately, this enhanced devotion to Mai's sweet tits meant that Yuugi was less attentive to Anzu, less concerned with assuring her that the time when they would finally fully consummate their relationship was near. "Do you guys think I'm being crazy?" She asked Jounouchi and Honda shortly after Yuugi had taken off yet again. "Come on Anzu, Yuugi's crazy about you, he's been that way since before we even became friends," Jounouchi said. "Yeah, Yuugi's probably just taking care of stuff for his Grandpa, the guy is getting up there in years, you know?"
"Maybe," Still, Anzu couldn't help worrying that something was wrong, and since the guys were convinced that nothing was amiss, she decided to get a second opinion. "Mai, may I come in?" Anzu said as she stood at the door to Mai's apartment; Mai was a woman, and an experienced one at that. At least, she carried herself like someone who'd had many partners in the past. The door then opened, revealing Mai in her typical revealing attire.
"Sure thing, take a seat and let a load off your mind," The two women entered the apartment and took seats opposite to one another. "What's troubling you? You sounded really worried over the phone," "Well, it's Yuugi," There was a hitch in Mai's breath, but Anzu didn't notice. "A while back I said I wanted to take our relationship to the next step, and ever since then he's been disappearing on us, taking off in the middle of conversations and not really explaining what's going on."
"So, what do you think, that Yuugi's cheating on you?" Mai attempted a laugh that tinkled like broken glass. "No, of course not, but I can't help thinking that I might have scared him, gone too fast for him, and now he might not want to see me again. Mai, what do you think? Am I worried over nothing, or is this serious?" Mai contemplated, then formed a devious smile on her face.
"Well Anzu, you came to the right person; the fact of the matter is that right after you told Yuugi what you wanted, he came to me and asked for my help, wanting to make sure that he would be able to satisfy you when the time came. But, the fact of the matter is that he and I have been having such hot, intense, passionate sex in practically every position I know of that I'm not sure that our young King of Games even remembers that this was all supposed to be for you." "W-w-what!?" Anzu stood up so suddenly her breasts bounced, something Mai did not miss.
"But I'll tell you what; you spend the night here with me, and being that it's almost night already, you don't even need to wait that long anyway, you do whatever I say, and I'll let you have Yuugi back, no strings attached." Anzu's mouth hung open in shock with what Mai had just revealed to her, and the offer she made…sure, Anzu would never deny that Mai was a very attractive woman, and she had no inherent opposition to sex with another woman, but with everything surrounding the issue… "You promise, we do this for one night, and you'll let Yuugi go?" "Absolutely; I'm a duelist, my word is my bond."
"All right then, I'll go call my Mom and let her know I won't be home 'till the morning," "You go right ahead," Mai then went into her bedroom and got changed into one of her saucier outfits, the kind even she wouldn't go out in public in; after all, nothing but stockings, crotchless panties, and a transparent corset were the kind of things that got oneself arrested! Certainly when Mai stepped back out, it looked like Anzu's heart was arrested on the spot. "Mai…I…I can't believe I'm saying this but…I had no idea…"
Mai sauntered on up to Anzu, making sure her large tits jiggled with every step. "You're not so bad yourself, Anzu," Mai then took hold of Anzu's big boobs, and even through her shirt and bra, Mai could feel how impressively well-shaped and soft they were. "And besides, you're still a growing girl, remember? If you're lucky, you might even outclass me one day. I bet that Yuugi really hopes for that, doesn't he?" Anzu moaned as Mai took off her top and bra, the normally stubborn and assertive girl giving way to the older woman's experience and skill.
Mai then started pinching Anzu's nipples, tugging on them, the electric tingles spreading throughout the whole of Anzu's breasts before shooting down her stomach and hitting right between her legs, making her panties wetter by the second. "Mai…" "Damn Anzu, these breasts of yours are really sensitive," Mai herself delighted in the way Anzu's chest meat yielded so easily to her fingers, the warmth of that flesh as her fingers sank in just a bit.
Then Mai released her grip on Anzu's chest, only for her hands to swiftly strip away Anzu's miniskirt and start groping her butt; as one would have expected from a girl who'd been practicing dancing since she was little, it was a firm and well-packed rear, though there was still a fairly sizable sum of meat back there anyway, the best of both worlds as far as Mai was concerned; hell, Anzu's butt felt even better than her own, and that realization had Mai cooing along with Anzu. "Come on Anzu, you need to put some work into it as well," "Right,"
Anzu then wrapped her arms around Mai's back and pressed her whole body against Mai's, their breasts smoothly sliding against one another, nipples touching and making them both heat up from the tops of their heads to the tips of their toes. Tongues invaded mouths, wrestled for dominance. Fingers wandered south, found the clitoris. Entwined female bodies fell to the floor as they lost the strength to stand, all concern with anything but the passion of the moment gone, a mere shadow of a memory.
At one point, Mai took hold of Anzu and forced her to turn upside-down, the two women now using their mouths on each other's vaginas while continuing to massage each other's buttocks and rub their breasts against their stomachs, both hard and flat. Hours passed by in a haze, and for a time, Anzu forgot her worries about Yuugi entirely. Then, with the rising of the sun, Yuugi arrived, and though his face showed his shock, the huge bulge at his crotch showed that there was more crossing his mind.
Chapter 3
Note: This chapter is a flashback to just before the last one.
"Yes, that's right, Yuugi, that's the clitoris, that's extremely important," Mai said, sweating and panting as Yuugi ate her out, his bushy hair bobbing up and down between her legs. "Anzu, she'll definitely appreciate this." Then Mai tensed up; she'd come, and reproached herself, wondering how it was that Yuugi was able to surpass her expectations, her endurance the way he did.
"You taste great, Mai," Yuugi pulled out and looked up at Mai, licking at his wet, sticky face. "Oh?" Mai giggled as she looked down at the young man. "Do I taste like honey?" Yuugi shook his head. "It's like nothing I've ever had before in my life."
"Very good, Yuugi; every woman is unique and like nothing else in the whole world," Mai replied. "I...see," Yuugi's face became red-hot. "Oh ho, were you just imagining me with other women?" Mai leaned in closer. "Were you imagining me...with Anzu?" "That obvious, huh?" Yuugi scratched at the back of his neck. "Well, it's not like I can blame you; after all, we are both such hot babes after all, nice solid butts, large round breasts, soft silky hair..." As Mai mentioned each of these attributes, she pressed them against Yuugi's body, making him shiver all over.
"You may be the King of Games, Yuugi, but when it comes down to it, you're not that different from any other guy out there," Mai said. "M-mai..." Yuugi groaned. "Please, let me in you." "Yes," she looked down at his cock and saw how unbelievably hard it was, "I think we can do this now." Mai then laid back on her bed and spread her legs out, her soaking wet pussy ready and eager to take in Yuugi's cock.
"Here I go, Mai!" Yuugi said as he gripped onto her hips, then he started teasing her pussy with the head of his cock, touching at it without ever entering. "Ooh, you lied, you naughty boy," Mai said, her body getting unbelievably hot. "You lied to me." "I'm the King of Games, Mai, it's called a bluff," Yuugi continued to tease, letting it seem like he was going to push his cock on in, only for him to pull back out.
"Well, Yuugi, you need to stop bluffing right this second, or else this lesson is going to be over right now," Mai was almost betrayed by her body, but somehow managed to keep it together. "You got it, Mai," Yuugi shoved his full length and girth into Mai, filling her quite well before getting all on top of her, face in between her fat breasts while his hands kneaded those fleshy mounds.
"Oh, Yuugi! Go faster, but slowly, build up speed and force bit by bit," Mai panted out before Yuugi started doing as he was instructed; he felt the contours of her body, she felt the ridges of his penis, felt the swell of the head of his cock as it dug in and out, in and out. "How do you like my hands, Mai?" He started tweaking on her hard erect nipples, pinching them. "Oh, Yuugi, your little hands are very talented."
"What can I say? I've gotten lots of practice handling my cards," Yuugi replied. "Especially the Dark Magician Girl, no doubt," Mai said with a grin. "Especially her," Yuugi grinned back. Yuugi was thrusting really hard by this point, jostling the whole of Mai's body and making her breasts shake within Yuugi's hands and around his face. "Well, keep thinking about her, because I know I am!" Neither of them lasted much longer past that point, and as luck had it, Yuugi was able to put what he'd learned to practice and came just when Mai did, elevating their pleasure to new heights.
"Thanks, Mai," Yuugi looked down at his now limp cock. "I'm really looking forward to tomorrow." "As am I," Mai replied, and watched Yuugi's butt as he walked out of her apartment. Of course, when Yuugi arrived the next day, he saw not only Mai but Anzu as well, and his body showed its approving reaction much faster than the rest of him did. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Chapter 1
The day after Yuujiro's middle school graduation, he had found an excuse to leave the house, as it did not feel like home to him. It also seemed like his little brother hated him, so he felt it was best to spend as much time away from home before heading off to Fujimori High School. He did not really have any plans, so he just wandered about for a bit and saw some friends from school. At one point, he ran into a girl he had a crush on, but she had said he looked too girly to date and was worried about being called a lesbian couple. Then he saw one of his upperclassmen, a guy, and Yuujiro knew he thought he was cute, but nothing more. Yuujiro always knew he bordered on being bisexual; he just hadn't found a guy that he wanted to do anything with, other than thinking they were cute.
Yuujiro rounded the corner, thinking he'd go get a burger, when he bumped into someone. He looked to see a boy his age that he did not know. This boy had black hair and purple eyes, and was about as pretty as he was. This boy was also wearing eyeliner and was dressed in black jeans and a black band t-shirt, with a guitar strapped to his back. When the boy moved his hand to push his hair back, the blond noticed his nails were painted black. Yuujiro wondered why his stomach was doing weird things.
"Sorry," the boy said. "It's okay," Yuujiro said, trying to stop himself from staring. If the boy noticed, he said nothing and was looking at a map. "Lost?" Yuujiro asked, for some reason wanting to talk to this boy. He looked up at Yuujiro, and the blond felt his stomach flip-flop when the boy blinked with his long lashes. "A little," the boy said. "Maybe I can help," Yuujiro said. The boy got closer and showed him the map. "I need to go here," the boy said, pointing to a circle on the map. "You're trying to find a nightclub in mid-day?" Yuujiro asked. "My band is playing there tonight," the boy said. "I can take you there," Yuujiro said, honestly, he could have just given directions, but he wanted more time.
The boy introduced himself as Ren Kurosawa, and Yuujiro said his name was Yuujiro Shihoudani. They started walking, and there was more flirting, this time much more obvious. It was only 2:20, and Ren had to be back by 6:30, but the hours went by too quickly for Yuujiro. Before the blond knew it, they were back at the club, and had to say goodbye. That's when Ren suddenly kissed him. It was Yuujiro's first kiss with another boy, and it was only a light, short kiss, but he liked it. Then Ren asked if he wanted to have lunch tomorrow, so they made plans to meet outside Ren's hotel the next morning.
Once Ren was back in the club, Yuujiro ran home to jerk off. This is how Yuujiro spent the first week after graduating middle school, every day meeting Ren for lunch, and then Ren would have practice for two hours, before they had the afternoon together. Always with a lot of flirting, and with each day, a lot more kissing. Yuujiro knew it was just a week-long fling for Ren, so Yuujiro decided to just enjoy it.
The last day was harder for Yuujiro than he thought it would be. Ren was fun to hang out with, and not just because of all the kissing. Two days later, Yuujiro was bored in his bedroom, he hadn't left his house since Ren left town. Yuujiro was pretty certain he would never see him again. Then there was knocking on his door. "Yuu-chan," his mother said, "Fujimori called. They want to know if you can come in tomorrow to talk about something."
Yuujiro got up and opened his door. His mother handed him the phone. Some guy named Arisada, who was the student body president, was calling him personally. Arisada was claiming it was very important that he come early, so Yuujiro agreed. Yuujiro got up the next morning, took the train, and got to the town by 10:45 am. From there, he was supposed to take a bus. He was already in his Fujimori school uniform and went to the bus stop. It was pretty quiet, then once at school, he also met a redhead by the name of Mikoto Yutaka, and then they were both asked to be the school's princesses. Mikoto freaked out, and the blond had to sit there for an hour listening to him complain.
Yuujiro was fine with it, even before the perks, though the perks were good for him, with a baby brother at home, he didn't like being a burden to his parents. Then finally, the red head realized he had no choice, and the meeting was over, so the blond headed back to the train, so he could tell his parents he was moving in early.
Chapter 2
As Yuujiro sat on the bus, he thought about how interesting this holiday had been; first, a week with a hot guy, and the first guy he kissed, and he had really liked him. Now he would be dressing up as a girl for the school year at times, though he wondered if he would ever see Ren again. Prior to all of this, he just thought guys could be pretty to look at, then he met Ren, and the blond's heart still did funny things when he thought about the boy. Yuujiro sighed. "You're being stupid, Yuu-chan," Yuujiro said to himself. "It was just a fling. He's probably forgotten all about you."
The bus stopped, and he got off, and headed for the train to head home. He wasn't really paying attention and bumped into someone. "Sor-" he started to say, then realized he was looking into purple eyes. The blond had somehow run into Ren again, and today he was dressed in slightly low-riding tight black jeans, a short sleeve button-down shirt, a black tie, and he was wearing glasses. "Yuuji-kun?" Ren said, the blond's heart stopped for a moment. "Hi," Yuujiro said.
"What are you doing here?" Ren asked. "I'm attending Fujimori for high school," Yuujiro said. "They asked me to come in for something. What are you doing here?" "I live around here," Ren said. "Oh," Yuujiro said. "The uniform looks good on you," Ren said. Yuujiro blushed. "Though I feel like you could make anything look good." "I'm pretty sure you could make anything look good on you too," Yuujiro said. Ren blushed this time.
The two talked for a bit, and then Yuujiro suddenly put his arms around Ren and pulled him close. The only reaction from Ren was wide eyes, before the blond kissed him. He wasn't sure how the other would react, within a few seconds, he was being kissed back, and almost immediately, their tongues were wrestling. When it ended, Yuujiro was a little worried about how Ren would react, but the other boy just smiled. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." "It's okay, Yuuji-kun," Ren said. "I like kissing you."
With that, Yuujiro just kissed him again, and Ren seemed not in a hurry to leave. They stood there making out for a few moments. This time, when it was done, Ren's glasses were fogged up. "I'm probably keeping you from something," Yuujiro said, letting him go. Ren started wiping off his glasses. "No," Ren said. "I was just out picking up my uniforms for high school, and stopped by the bookstore." He held up two bags.
"Going to one of the local schools?" Yuujiro asked, hoping there was a chance they could run into each other again. "Yes," Ren said, then proceeded to name the only other elite school in the area, but that one was co-ed and had no dorms. "Ah, maybe we will run into each other more often," Yuujiro said. "I will be living on campus." "The Fujimori dorms are that large four-story building over there," Ren said, pointing to it. Yuujiro looked over. "The bus I need to take drops off and picks up from the corner by it."
"Maybe you could show me around," Yuujiro said, Ren smiled at him. "Sure," Ren said. "I'm actually moving into the dorms tomorrow," Yuujiro said. "So I will have some time before school starts." "Day after tomorrow?" Ren asked. "Give you time to move in and get to know your roommate, if you have one." "I actually just met him," Yuujiro said. "He complains a lot." "Maybe he gets better once you get to know him," Ren said. "So, Saturday?" Yuujiro said. "Is 9 am too early?" Ren asked. "No," Yuujiro said.
"You see the convenience store on the corner there by your dorms," Ren said, Yuujiro looked and nodded. "Meet me there." "Okay," Yuujiro said, he really didn't want to leave, but he had a train to catch. Then he just kissed Ren again. "I'll see you Saturday." "Yeah," Ren said. Yuujiro went home, told his parents he was moving in early, and they seemed a little sad about it.
Then he made sure everything was ready, double-checking everything he had packed, making sure he had all his hair care products. He also went through every outfit he owned, to be prepared for Saturday, he did not want to go through his clothes in front of the whiny ginger. The way Mikoto went on about a man's pride and complaining about dresses, the blond was certain the new roommate would freak over him picking out outfits to wear around another guy.
The next morning, Yuujiro left early and arrived before Mikoto, so he made sure to take the top bunk, and already had his stuff away and was sitting on it by the time Mikoto sulked his way in. Shockingly, Mikoto said nothing about the top bunk and just put his things away and sat on the bottom bunk. The red head was quickly grumbling the whole time, so the blond bent over the bed and looked at him. "Are you always like this?" Yuujiro asked, his blond hair falling around him. "If you knew this school like I do," Mikoto said, "you would be complaining too."
"What do you mean?" Yuujiro asked. "It's our first year," Mikoto said. "I went to middle school here," Mikoto said. "This place is weird enough, before them forcing dresses on me." Yuujiro raised an eyebrow. Mikoto explained about all the crap from middle school, Yuujiro laughed at first, before he realized the red head was not kidding. "Seriously?" Yuujiro asked. "The school is filled with perverts?" "It seems like that at times," Mikoto said. "You are worried it will get worse if you are in a dress?" Yuujiro asked.
"I don't know," Mikoto said. "I also had to give time with my girlfriend." "Girlfriend?" Yuujiro asked. "You have a girlfriend?" "Yes," Mikoto said. "How does she feel about you in a dress?" Yuujiro asked. "I have not told her!" Mikoto said, wide-eyed. "I have told no one. How could I? Did you tell your family?" "No," Yuujiro said, but he doesn't talk to them much.
The two headed out of the princess room, Mikoto grumbled and pouted the whole way. Yuujiro tried to be nice, but the red head made it very hard for him. They met Arisada, who took them to see Natashou and the rest of the sewing club. They were then measured everywhere, wrists, fingers, feet, ankles, and calves, the boys were confused by how meticulous it all was. Mikoto and Yuujiro were very surprised the outfits would include different types of shoes and gloves and hats, then they had their hair compared to wig colors to make sure it all worked.
Yuujiro could not believe everything the red head could complain about; it was like he never shut up at times. They were then shown their special table for meals, and the special bathroom. After lunch, the blond decided to explore the school, to avoid all of Mikoto's pouting and complaining. Even with an annoying roommate, Yuujiro still had Saturday to look forward to, and it helped whenever he was around Mikoto.
Chapter 3
Middle school was hard for Mikoto Yutaka, since he was living at school, and the boys at school always tried to sexually assault him, since he was so pretty. Well, not all the guys at school would go that far, but it did seem like it at times to the red head. They were mostly all too friendly with him for his liking, especially the ones in the honors class. There was only one boy in the entire school that did not seem to be touchy or friendly with Mikoto, it was a boy in his class named Tsubasa Yukimura.
Tsubasa never talked to anyone, really. All he ever seemed to do was study and read, though this made him one of the top students in school. He was also not a dorm student. Mikoto had once seen Tsubasa meet up with another boy at a bus station, wearing a local middle school's uniform, and walk with him.
This was like any other day for Mikoto, with everyone adding "Chan" after his name, even though they barely knew him. The red-haired boy tried to ignore them all, like usual, and just focused on his classes, sometimes thinking of Megumi-san. Then lunchtime hit, and he just ate in class, while looking over his notes and making mental notes on which books to get from the library.
The teacher was out, and so was most of the class. It was just five boys left in the class. The red-haired boy was trying to read and eat, while Yukimura was reading. The other three boys, who liked to always fondle Mikoto, were also present. It happened very suddenly for Mikoto: one boy covered his mouth, and the other boys grabbed his arms to keep him from fighting. Then the red-haired boy was slammed to the ground. He wasn't sure how to handle this at first, but he was going to try.
"What about Yukimura?" one guy asked. "His head never leaves a book," the second guy said. "Good," the third guy said. "Then we can take turns making a woman out of Mikoto." The red-haired boy put on his most indignant face and tried to fight back, but it wasn't working too well. "OWWW!!" the second guy said.
No one had seen or heard Yukimura get up and head over, but he had just hit the guy in the head with a heavy book. "I'm trying to read," Yukimura said, then proceeded to hit the first guy too. The second guy was trying to come back at him when Yukimura just used the book to smack the boy across the face. "If my book gets damaged, you are paying for a new one," he said.
He was so oddly calm during this, even Mikoto was shocked. Then Yukimura looked at the third guy. "Are you going to stop being a disgusting human and let Yukata-san go back to his own book?" The nerd's level of calm seemed to have scared the other boys enough, so they ran away.
"Umm," Mikoto said, getting up. "Thanks." "That is why I prefer books to people," Yukimura said. "You okay, Yukata-san?" "Yes," Mikoto said. Yukimura then sat back down at his desk and went back to his book, like nothing had happened. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: marvel
Chapter 1
Kaprov forces Winter Soldier to crawl to him on his hands and knees, moving forward slowly and deliberately, like a submissive animal. His bright, glassy eyes are filled with desire, and his lips part as the man slaps him across the face when he is within arm's distance. The sniper growls low in his throat, like an animal, looking up at Kaprov with a mixture of wild hate and abandon, a response he has always shown when he is beaten. It never ceases to amuse Kaprov that, despite the fact that Winter Soldier's mind is aware of his dislike for him, he still worships him like a god, because the "Bucky" he once was now exists only as a vague hallucination. Kaprov can strike him, rape him, ruin him as many times as he likes, and Winter Soldier will only grind his teeth in response.
James nuzzles the hand that hit him, his cheek smooth and baby-soft against Kaprov's rough knuckles. This gesture drives a rush of electric desire through Kaprov, and he runs a hand through James' dark auburn hair as a reward for the sensual sensation, his fingers moving in a gentle and affectionate massage. James seems to enjoy this, and he makes a soft, pleased noise, aware that Master is not angry with him now. Today, Winter Soldier has taken care of his appearance and is once again the same beautiful young man portrayed in Amerikan propaganda. He often appears to forget that his body requires attention, except when he is ordered to tend to it; however, Kaprov dislikes the feel of his stubble and hates to find cuts that were not made by him, left to scar because they were of no interest.
"Bark," Kaprov demands, interested in seeing the struggle appear on James' face again, as he loves to witness the constant fight to obey. Confusion initially crosses the sniper's face, and he repeats the question in his Russian accent, all Moscow, "Bark?" Kaprov confirms, and James' eyes take in the nod with contemplation before he understands what is wanted of him. He does not want to bark; he hates the idea, hates the concept, and hates the feeling of self-loathing that comes with it. Nevertheless, he barks, quiet and subdued, because he does not want to be heard. "Louder," Kaprov orders, as he will not allow a half-hearted response to any demand. He wants James to want to do his best when he responds, with no hesitation and no self-interest in his mind.
The sound comes again, more rough and forced, because Winter Soldier can see that his lack of immediate obedience is making his master angry. It is one of the few moments when the rage is gone from his expression, because he wants more than anything to make his master happy with him. Kaprov's lips turn up when he sees this, and he picks up that day's Izvestia, throwing the newspaper across the room and motioning to it. "Fetch," he orders, and James stands up in a motion to obey mindlessly; "fetch" is an order he understands simply as Winter Soldier, not as a "pet," and he is desperate to do as he is told in one way, at least. However, Kaprov smacks his thigh sharply and shakes his head. "Down on your hands and knees, Winter Soldier," he orders. "Get the newspaper so I can beat you with it," he demands, because he likes James to know that he is forced to obey, even when it harms him.
The man kills with ease and pleasure at each job well done; he is immune to torture and immovable by manipulation, but completely terrified of disobeying his Master. No amount of hatred in those dark eyes, filled with the desire to be free from this game, hides the fear of making Kaprov mad. James falls to his hands and knees in a quick, elegant motion and crawls forward, moving to pick up the paper with his mouth; it seems he can learn after all. Winter Soldier is not ashamed to do this; he is unhappy but does not understand shame as most do. Kaprov watches him return with pleasure; James wants to be stroked, he wants to be loved, and since it is becoming clear he will not be, he is angry like a child. This is evident in his eyes, with their mixture of rage, disdain, and disappointment, that he is still the sidekick, somewhere beneath the Soviet secret.
Kaprov knows exactly how to make this perfect, and he opens the drawer of his desk, finding a thick leather collar that had once belonged to a well-trained German Shepherd, which had spent most of its life murdering, just like its human replacement now does. He waits for Winter Soldier to return to his side and pulls him up to his knees by a fistful of soft auburn hair, sliding the worn collar around his neck and fastening it slowly. The pleasure and adoration in those normally cold eyes are now pathetic, and there could be no greater joy than how much of a joke the man is as a symbol of patriotic pride. Kaprov twists the medallion on the collar to read the inscription before dropping his hand away. "You needn't look so pleased, Winter Soldier; you've been bad," he scolds, taking the newspaper out of his pet's mouth as those eyes lose their pride.
"I think you should piss yourself to begin with; show me that your master has complete control over you," Kaprov decides, and Winter Soldier growls in annoyance and hatred once more. It is his Master's favorite punishment to make him soil his own pants, because Kaprov can enjoy James' anger at being mocked. He knows that Winter Soldier dares not disobey, but he knows how much he wants to when it puts him in this position. He has been made to do this in front of others, and the near blackout of hatred he felt at their laughter is almost unbearable in his memory. He makes fists out of his hands and meets Kaprov's eyes with enough anger that it gains him a hard slap across his cheek with the rolled-up newspaper. It stings, but what really hurts is the displeasure of his master, which earned the slap, and knowing that makes him angrier still, so that he can almost see spots. He growls again in response, because he does not want to obey this request, no matter how much his Master demands it.
Winter Soldier's hesitance was endearing at first, but it still angers Kaprov to see that he is not as mindless as most might believe, so he is pushed to the ground to be beaten with the paper like an unruly dog. He struggles to avoid the beating, yanking away and crying out indignantly when he realizes the collar he had been so momentarily proud of is what is holding him there. It does not hurt much more than a sting, and the loud sound of the paper startles him, but he hates the feeling of being pushed to the floor like this. "Now," Kaprov demands, and this time he obeys the request without another warning. The feeling is uncomfortable at best, absolutely disgusting at worst, and Winter Soldier's hands shake against the floor at the sensation. He wants to hurt his own master, and that scares him. Kaprov laughs with glee because he can see the heat in the boy's face and the anger in his eyes for having to humble himself like that.
It is only minutes before Winter Soldier's face is back against the ground, however, and Kaprov is pushing into him as he is forced into the puddle of his own urine. He is using hand lotion as lube, just enough to keep from tearing his little pet, but little enough to be sure that it will hurt for having fought him earlier. Yet, somehow, it does not matter, because Winter Soldier loves to be fucked by his master like the dirty little sodomite he is. He moans at being taken and pushes back to take all of Kaprov's length into him like a cock-hungry whore, yet his hands claw at the floor desperately as if to get away from it. His eyes look dreamy and relaxed finally, though they still dart up to check the room when he hears the steps of passing soldiers in the hall. Tonight, pushed to the floor and humiliated, he still finds his own arousal with his cold metal hand and works himself with an almost graceful movement to the fevered pace. His shapely lips are parted, and he pushes back against Kaprov to take him all the way in again with each thrust; the man is tight and tense despite being used to this treatment by now, and it makes each thrust forward all the more pleasurable.
Winter Soldier is quiet at first, but soon, as his prosthesis finds his own arousal, he starts to make demands like "Harder!" and "More!" with that perfect Moscow twinge to his words. He writhes prettily, each roll of his shoulder showing the strength beneath his form. He does not seem to recall how he has been treated, and he is the one who makes demands now that he is on his knees; he does not seem to realize this is not a reward. When he comes, Kaprov still buried deep inside of him, he cries out in English, "Captain!" He shouts, and he does not know why that makes his Master laugh so hard. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: books
Chapter 1
Yes, kids, finally another story! I know it's been quite a while, but I have a good excuse; I was out of the country. I have another excuse, but it has to do with me not being terribly prolific. As always, please review, especially the good ones. These characters are most definitely the property of Douglas Adams, and I hope that he wouldn't mind me using them. Just borrowing them!
On board the Heart of Gold, probably someplace early in the series... It was Pan Galactic Gargleblaster night on board the Heart of Gold. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Most nights were Pan Galactic Gargleblaster nights; this one was simply designated. In fact, it was not entirely accurate to call this occasion simply Pan Galactic Gargleblaster night. This was a Plot by Zaphod Beeblebrox and Ford Prefect. A Plot, in fact, with a capital “p.”
You see, on the Betelgeusian planet from which Ford and Zaphod originally came, the word “sass” (and its many meanings) was in common usage. With this linguistic oddity came a much more relaxed attitude toward sex. Many people slept with each other with little or no acquaintance. Since sex was just sex and not a reproductive act, it was extremely casual. Ford and Zaphod had sassed each other on many occasions. This was nothing out of the ordinary, just normal Betelgeusian behavior. Well, as normal as Zaphod Beeblebrox ever got.
The Plot, then, was to put Arthur Dent in an equally relaxed mindset about sex. Ford and Zaphod were both familiar with the usual Earth notions about sex and sticking to the opposite gender (in many cases) and the need for at least an acquaintanceship before the actual act. They knew that the only way to relax Arthur’s mindset was through the application of large quantities of alcohol, preferably in the form of Pan Galactic Gargleblasters.
Arthur, however, was sulking. He was at the Nutri-Matic machine for the zillionth time, trying to coax tea out of it. It, of course, wasn’t working. The machine dispensed cup upon cup of completely undrinkable “tea” and urged him to “share and enjoy.” Fed up, Arthur finally wandered toward the bar, where Ford and Zaphod were mixing drinks.
“If there’s no tea,” Arthur said, not a little bitterly, “is there at least beer? I could use some right about now.” Ford smiled a smile that would make most men go pale with fear. Arthur went pale with fear.
“We’ve got something better,” he said. Zaphod held out a glass of something which terrified Arthur. Arthur, however, decided that inebriation sounded like the best plan of action at this point, so he joined Ford and Zaphod at the bar and took the glass. The three men toasted and drank as quickly as possible, which is the best way. If a Pan Galactic Gargleblaster is drunk slowly, the drinker risks serious throat damage.
Arthur howled in misery. He grasped his head and cried out in pain and shock. Zaphod immediately began mixing another, and as soon as he was done, Arthur found himself surprisingly ready for it. He downed the second one quickly and without further incident.
By the time Arthur fell off his stool, he had consumed five drinks, while Ford and Zaphod were each on their second. Not that two Pan Galactic Gargleblasters are anything to look down upon. Arthur giggled rather wildly from the floor. This sudden and not entirely characteristic behavior was brought on by a question from Zaphod.
“Arthur,” Zaphod had said matter-of-factly, “would you like a blow job?” Arthur couldn’t cope with this question. He giggled, went red, and turned suddenly mute. He looked at Ford for an explanation. Ford grinned. Arthur felt like scampering up a tree. Fortunately, he was far too drunk for that sort of behavior, so he instead accepted Ford's hand as it was reached out to him. Ford hauled him to his feet, on which he was not exactly steady. Arthur wobbled a bit, and his knees decided that standing up was too much effort... and that the floor looked preferable. Ford managed to catch him before he hit the ground and, with a great deal of maneuvering, propped him on a stool. Arthur half-noticed at this point that Ford had still not let go of his hand. He also half-noticed that Zaphod was still looking at him questioningly.
“Ford,” he whispered loudly and sloshily, “is he serious?” Ford looked Arthur in the eye, a difficult task as Arthur's eyes appeared to be going for a nice swim. He then laughed and said, “Of course! Zaphod gives the best tandem blow jobs in the galaxy.” Ford paused and let Arthur take this in. He didn't. Arthur reeled slightly and slumped forward. Ford caught him with one hand on his chest and the other on his thigh. Once he got Arthur back into an upright position, he tried to gauge his reaction. He also began rubbing his thigh. He thought this might help matters.
It did, as did Ford's ability to play his favorite Betelgeuse drinking game. Just by looking into Arthur's eyes, he was able to psychically suggest certain things. “Arthur,” he asked, “would you like to have a tandem blow job with me?” Arthur looked at Ford, bewildered, but found himself unable to refuse. In fact, he suddenly found himself very much looking forward to this.
The next thing Arthur knew, he was lying on a bed (he had no idea whose) very close to Ford. The proximity was necessary, of course, because Zaphod's heads could only reach so far. Arthur looked nervously at Ford, who reassuringly took his hand and wrapped his fingers securely between Arthur's. This reassured Arthur very little, but it was a tad too late for reassurance. Zaphod was carefully pulling down his and Ford's pants. Arthur, in spite of his extreme discomfort in the situation, suddenly found himself becoming aroused. Very aroused. Zaphod had finished with the pesky pants and had removed Ford's underpants.
“Great Zarquon!” he gasped as he got to removing Arthur's underpants. Arthur's head whipped up to see what was the matter. For all he knew, all that Pan Galactic Gargleblaster had done something horrible and disfiguring to his genitals. No, to his relief, everything looked normal, if quite erect.
For Ford and Zaphod, however, this was a different story. Arthur, it turns out, has a huge cock. Zaphod's mouth watered, and Ford's cock hardened further in response. They both looked at him, stunned. Neither of them (and, indeed, few of the people who had known Arthur outside of the bedroom) would have guessed this sort of thing about Arthur. He had always struck them as someone average at best, and this was, for both of them, an exciting surprise.
While Ford was still staring in awe, Zaphod suddenly decided to dive in with both heads. Using all three arms to hold himself steady, he wrapped one mouth around each eager cock. He carefully swirled his tongue and made some intricate little sucking movements around Arthur's cock, while his second head bobbed rapidly up and down on Ford's. Both men groaned, sighed, and panted while Zaphod worked his double-headed magic.
Arthur was unconsciously squeezing Ford's hand for dear life. He realized this around the same time Ford did. They looked at each other, and in one of those sappy-movie moments, their heads sort of gravitated together, and they began kissing as though they'd been doing it for years. Arthur found that Ford had an extraordinarily insistent tongue, and Ford discovered that Arthur had an odd penchant for sucking, but neither of these things were complaints.
Zaphod realized suddenly, however, that the moans and sighs had stopped. Both heads stopped their work, and that got no reaction. He was, quite frankly, appalled. He looked up (and had to move one head to see around Arthur's still erect cock) to see Ford and Arthur more involved in each other's mouths than in his. Zaphod was shocked. Horrified. And a little bit insulted.
“Hey,” he said, annoyed, “if I just wanted to watch, I'd have told you.” Ford looked away from Arthur, only to give his very particular brand of grin to Zaphod. Zaphod rolled his eyes (all four) and announced that he would have more fun having sub-etha sex with Eccentrica Gallumbits, the triple-breasted whore of Eroticon 6. Ford suggested that he do just that. Zaphod decided to take him up on his kind suggestion. As he left the room, shaking his head, he hummed a song, which Arthur (had he not been more occupied with examining Ford's cock) would have recognized as the Beatles song about “Me and my Monkey.” He would have been, of course, insulted, but not as insulted as he was meant to be. It was, of course, an old Betelgeuse mocking song, something along the lines of, “Have fun fucking your lowly creature.”
With Zaphod out of the picture, Ford and Arthur turned all of their attention to each other. They kissed for a considerable amount of time, and as Arthur became more and more comfortable with the situation, their pelvises began to rub rather urgently against each other.
“Arthur,” gasped Ford against Arthur's mouth, “fuck me. Please. With that giant zarking cock of yours.” Arthur was only too happy to oblige. He had never even entertained the idea of sex with a man before, but he found the whole thing surprisingly easy once he really got going. He applied the lube that Ford handed him liberally and slowly and carefully penetrated Ford. Ford groaned and bit the pillow closest to him. This pillow had not come from Squornshellous Beta, which is for the best. This one happened to not feel any pain and did not rise up against Ford.
Arthur was amazed at how tight Ford's opening was and shouted to him that he wasn't going to be able to keep this up for very long. Ford shouted back that he wasn't either, as he stroked his cock as fast as his hand would go. With a shout of Ford's name, Arthur came first, and Ford quickly followed suit with a loud groan. Ford fell back onto the bed, still panting slightly, and Arthur flopped down, basically on top of him.
“We're going to regret this, aren't we?” he asked Ford, gently stroking his chest.
“I won't if you won't,” answered Ford, surprisingly gently. Arthur thought for a moment.
“Okay then,” he said and laid his head softly down onto Ford's chest. Ford smiled a surprisingly reassuring smile. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: comics
Zatanna: Hex Appeal
Chapter 1
This short story is set just before the start of Grant Morrison's brilliant DC Comics maxi-series Seven Soldiers of Victory and details the brief relationship that Zatanna and Dr. Thirteen had leading into it. All characters are TM and (C) DC Comics. This is a work of parody.
Thirteen weeks had passed, a duration that seemed fitting, considering Zatanna had been seeing Dr. Terry Thirteen for that exact amount of time. It was a relationship that had taken her completely by surprise. If Zatanna were to picture her perfect man, she had to admit to herself that Terry wouldn't be the first guy - or even the thirteenth guy - who would leap to mind. It's not that he was unattractive; quite the opposite, in fact. She liked the whole geek chic thing he had going on, and his body was certainly nothing to sneeze at. However, his skepticism regarding the supernatural was something that Zatanna was quickly growing to find completely infuriating. No matter how much evidence she showed him of the occult, he always found some way to rationalize it. It might have been cute to start with, in an "opposites attract" kind of way, but now she was just starting to find it exasperating. As obstinately narrow-minded as he may be, however, he was still a good guy, and Zatanna felt like she owed him a chance.
When he'd asked her along to his book launch in Gotham City, she had, of course, accepted. She had even resolved to help get him some free publicity by showing up in full costume - her high heels, fishnet stockings, bustier, tuxedo jacket, and top hat. A throng of journalists milled about the entrance as Zatanna showed up, all hurling questions about rumors of her falling out with the Justice League and what she intended to do now. She'd politely offered "No comment" as she'd hurried inside. But it was no different in there. Every guest wanted to ask her about Batman, or Black Canary, or if she'd be interested in performing at their kid's birthday party. Some were even asking her to sign copies of Terry's book, while completely ignoring the author himself standing next to her.
"I'm so sorry about this," she said after they'd managed to find a quiet corner. "Don't be," he said with a smile. "We've sold out of every copy." She laughed, a little surprised at how much of a comfort he was in the midst of all this chaos. After Terry gave his speech and they'd both taken advantage of the open bar, she offered to split a cab with him back to her place. He'd agreed, of course, but when they'd been dropped off at a vacant lot on the outskirts of the city, he'd been more than a little confused.
"Uh...Zee? You don't live in a tent or something, do you?" "On the contrary," she replied with a smirk and a tip of the hat, before turning to face the rambling estate in front of her. "Raeppa tsercwodas!" In a whirlwind of sound and fury, a vast mansion came to fill the vacant space, its towering peaks rippling as it unsheathed itself from the parallel dimension it had been occupying until now. "Wow!" Terry exclaimed, and for a moment Zatanna thought she'd finally convinced him of the existence of magic. "Hologram, right? Or some kind of high-tech, JLA-issue teleportation device?"
Zatanna let out a frustrated sigh. "Come in," she said, walking him down to the ornate front door. "This is my place - Shadowcrest, it's called," she unlocked the door and commanded the lights on. They were standing in a huge receiving room, a chandelier hanging over a curving staircase. "It's funny, it's been three months now and this is the first time I've seen your place," Terry said from behind her. She felt his arms snake around her waist, his chest against her back, and, more importantly, his crotch against her ass. She could tell already that he was aroused.
"Shadowcrest is a very...private place," Zatanna said as she felt Terry's lips on her neck, his hands roaming her body. "I only let in people I trust." "I'm honored," he said, his kisses growing longer, his lips parting slightly. "Mmmm," she moaned as she closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side. She could really feel the champagne she'd had earlier taking full effect. Slowly, he moved her around so that she was facing him, allowing him to brush his lips with hers, inviting her into a kiss. One kiss led to another, the passion growing, their tongues playing against one another. All the while, Terry's hands continued to explore the curves of Zatanna's body, so frustratingly hidden away by her clothes.
The heat behind their kisses grew stronger and stronger, until it was painfully apparent that a change in venue was imminently needed. They wasted no more time, Zatanna leading the way as, kissing and groping all the while, they stumbled into the room that Zatanna called Shadowcrest's "comfort chamber" - a small haven dedicated to relaxation, decorated with nothing but soft rugs, candles, and hundreds of harem pillows. As far as lovers went, Terry was by no means incompetent. Zatanna always enjoyed her time with him, though whatever pleasure he offered her was always of the more earthly variety.
She had tried to tutor him in the ways of tantra, much as she had explored with Constantine, but he hadn't really shown that much interest. She'd attempted to outline the mystic symbolism of the cup and the wand, and how everything they did as a part of sex had greater, universal meaning. The attention Terry paid came across as simple humoring. Zatanna had been left with no choice but to just accept him and his view of sex for what it was. If he wasn't going to journey with her to realms of other-dimensional pleasure and higher plains of understanding, the least she could get out of him was a damn good fucking.
With the couple having retired to the comfort chamber, Terry seized the chance to quickly pop open each button that lined Zatanna's corset, her large, firm breasts spilling out. He groaned at the sight of them, lowering his head to offer his mouth to them, peppering her with kisses and licking at her nipples. Zatanna tilted her head back once more, granting him full access, but even as she did, she couldn't help but reflect on how unlikely it was that he'd remove much more of her clothing than this. So few men ever did. They always liked her outfit too much.
She felt his hand on her crotch, causing her to cry out in surprise and then coo in pleasure. The warmth of her arousal radiated through the material of her panties, and she knew that there was at least one more piece of clothing she was set to lose. But not yet. Slowly, Terry slid his hand inside the tight restraint of her underwear, his fingertips drifting along the soft outer folds of her pussy. Zatanna groaned at his touch, her thighs shifting apart to accommodate him. She shuddered as she felt him part her outer folds to trace the hot moisture he found within. "Oh, Zee..." he whispered. "You're so wet."
"Inside me," she replied breathlessly. "I want your fingers inside me." He smiled as he decided to tease her instead, continuing to slide his fingers up and down the length of her, softly flicking her clitoris. "Oh fuck!" She moaned, her muscles coiling at the sensation. She bit her lip, desperate for more, which he soon indulged her in by pushing two of his fingers deep into her tight, wet softness. "Yes!"
As he started to push his fingers in and out of her, coating them in her juices, his thumb sought out her clit. He brushed it lightly before coming to rub it in circles, his fore and middle fingers pumping her the entire time. She could feel her desire welling inside her, and almost without thinking, a spell jumped from her lips. "Trihs ylf nepo!" Terry's shirt magically blew open, leaving Zatanna free to kiss and nuzzle his bare chest while the sounds of his fingers squishing in her cunt came to fill the room.
As if sensing how close Zatanna was getting, Terry threw her for a sudden surprise by pushing her back down against the pillows and tugging her panties off. She cooed again as his hands found her inner thighs, pulling apart her pussy and her ass cheeks so she was left splayed open, exposed. He smiled at her, before lowering his head to her lap and with one long, firm stroke licked her from the puckered rosebud of her asshole to the tingling tip of her clitoris. "Unh!" She cried out, before sliding into a velvety moan. "Ohhhh fuuuck..."
He took another lick of her, and then another. His tongue pressed into her parted pussylips, slipping inside her deeper and deeper. Zatanna's head swam in waves of ecstasy as Terry's lapping tongue was joined by his pulsating, drilling fingers. She could already feel the familiar warmth of orgasm spreading over her, running through her, and as it drew closer, she didn't fight it. Instead, she dug her fingers into the pillows beneath her, her curled toes dragging along the rug. She coiled tight, and then exploded. "Oooohhhhhhhh my Goddddd!" She practically screamed in delight. "I'm cumming! I'm fucking cummmmmmingggggggaaaaaahhhhhh!"
Zatanna lurched, again and again, as wave after wave of bliss rocked her body. Terry's chin was soon dripping with the evidence of her passion. He looked up at her with a proud little smile on his face. But Zatanna wasn't finished yet. "Stnap ffo!" She commanded, Terry's pants whipping away with a trail of magic sparkles following in their wake. "One of these days I'm going to work out how you do those tricks," he said to her as he wiped the back of his palm across his mouth. "I'm tired of teasing," she replied, sidestepping their endless debate about the reality of magic. "I want you to shut up and fuck my brains out."
She wrapped her stockinged legs around his waist, hoisting him tantalizingly close to her steaming cunt. His member, still trapped by the confinement of his underwear, pressed up against her. He only grinned in response to her, dutifully following her command by quickly stripping off his underpants and positioning the throbbing head of his shaft at her slippery entrance. Terry wasted no time with ceremony. He slid into Zatanna's wet pussy with one firm, deep push. They both groaned and gasped as he delved deeper and deeper inside her, finally coming to rest at the hilt of his cock. She could feel his pubic hair tickling her stretched pussy lips, his tight balls resting against her the thin wall between her vagina and her anus. "Oh, Jesus! Zee! You're so fucking tight!" He exclaimed, the full weight of his chest pressing down on her.
She scratched her nails through his hair and leaned up to suck his lip. He pulled up and out of her, only the tip of his cock left inside her, before he pushed down again, sliding all the way inside. With each repetition, his actions grew faster, harder, more desperate, until finally he was pumping in and out of her, the head of his cock rasping against the folds of her pussy. Zatanna could feel herself building up to cum again, but she didn't want it to happen again so soon. She wanted it to be more intense this time...and she knew exactly how to do that. She placed a soft hand against Terry's firm chest, and looked up at him with smoldering eyes. He practically froze in place, without any hint of magic being used. He looked down at her, puzzled. "I want you..." she said in a hushed, seductive tone. "...to fuck me in the ass."
This was something that Zatanna had, of course, done before, but until now not with Terry. She almost laughed at the speed of his assent. He pulled himself out of her, his cock's strained helmet exiting with a popping sound. Zatanna cast him a raised eyebrow and a knowing smirk as she started to work the juices of their combined pleasure between her fingers, massaging her now pulsating cunt. Terry greedily watched her, distracted only for a moment by the sight of the dusky, hardened nipples adorning her full, perfect breasts. When he returned his gaze to her crotch and her ministrations there, he found her three knuckles deep inside her own pussy. Zatanna closed her eyes and bit her lip, removing her fingers from her vagina to Terry's obvious disappointment, only to run them down to her asshole, rubbing her fluids into her small, pink hole in order to lubricate it.
She breathed out soft little moans as she slid her middle finger inside her ass, lost in the feelings she was offering herself. She was brought back to reality, however, by the feel of Terry's breath on her neck, his lips on her throat, as he gently coaxed her into turning around, positioning her on her hands and knees. Terry took full advantage of the natural lube that Zatanna had worked into her little hole. Positioning himself against her, he pushed in slowly, sliding bit by tiny bit into Zatanna's ass. Whatever moans she had offered before were positively dwarfed now by the cries of pleasure that escaped her as every smooth inch of Terry's cock came to rest inside her. "That's it, Terry! Fuck me! Fuck me in my ass!" She panted.
For his part, Terry remained quietly stoic, concentrating too much to allow himself to fully surrender to the sensation of being so deep inside the beautiful, raven-haired magician. Zatanna couldn't help herself. Her hand once again found her pussy, and she quickly began to frig her clit. Terry was a good guy, but at the moment he was just being too damn gentle! She pushed back against him eagerly, needing more of him, needing it harder, faster, now! He soon got the idea and began to saw back and forth, the front of his thighs slapping against her fishnet stockings. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" Zatanna cried. She pushed back harder and harder, surprising Terry when she suddenly stopped, dropping forward and pushing her ass higher into the air.
This small change in position allowed Zatanna to flick her wand free from its hiding place up her sleeve. She gave it a quick kiss, murmuring, "My trusty old friend," before adding, "Ndaw etarbiv!" The wand sprang to life in her hand, the sound of vibrations coming to mingle with the slaps and squelches of their union. She quickly offered the vibrating wand to her pussy, grinding it against her clit with such acute precision that it sent a strong, instantaneous shudder rippling through her entire body. It caused her ass to clench down around Terry's cock, compelling them both to cry out. Zatanna drove the wand against her clit until it felt like she was going to explode, and then she flicked it up, sliding it deep and fast into her dripping pussy. "Unh! Unh! Aah! Ooohhhhhhh!" She screamed, pushing the wand further into her cunt.
All the while, Terry refused to let up in his thrusting. He was now pounding against Zatanna's ass, causing her cheeks to ripple with each plunge of his cock.
His hands came up to grab her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh, her nipples hard against his palms. "Oh, fffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Zatanna cried out, the wand vibrating as mercilessly as Terry was in fucking her. "I'm going to... to!"
The lights in the room began to burn hot, then flickered, as Zatanna screamed through clenched teeth. Her pussy swelled around the wand as every muscle in her body went rigid. "Ccccuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm!"
It was as if the room was hit by a lightning strike as Zatanna erupted. The lights blazed off and on, the fireplace on the other side of the room roared to sudden life. Zatanna's breath exploded from her, thick and ragged, as every ounce of her being luxuriated in the sparkling sensation of utter, physical joy. If Terry noticed any of the unusual phenomena happening all around him, he gave no sign of it. Instead, with his brow creased and dripping with sweat, he focused solely on the ripe, firm flesh beneath him, and the sense of imminent release that hovered in front of him. "Oh, God, Zatanna!" he said, the feeling of every inch of his lover's body quivering beneath him proving too much. "I'm... I'm going to cum too!"
"In my mouth!" she cried, not missing a beat. "Cum in my mouth!"
In one swift motion, Terry pulled out of Zatanna's ass to offer his cock to her, while she in turn swung around, her lips parting. She grabbed his hard shaft and pumped one, two, three times as her mouth found his engorged helmet. She could already taste the bitter tang of his pre-cum. She squeezed him hard, milking him, as he started to shoot his hot load inside her mouth. "Oh, sssshhhhhhhhit!" he grunted, as Zatanna moaned around his cock, her throat glugging as she swallowed every drop of his cum, his elixir of life. It was salty and thick, and with the right amount running through her system, Zatanna knew at least half a dozen rituals she could perform after he left. "Oh God... oh God..." Terry murmured, his shaft still throbbing in Zatanna's mouth and in her hand as she milked him for all she could. Finally, her mouth slackened, leaving him to fall away from her, landing in the harem pillows. Her lips and chin were left coated in a mixture of her saliva and his semen. She used her fingertips to clean herself up, running her tongue over the liquid she collected as she wiped herself off. She found a few spare drops that had splattered on her breasts, which she quickly dabbed up, offered to her lips, and murmured,
"Mmmm, Terry... that was exactly what I needed. Was it..."
Her thought was left broken at the sight of him sprawled out naked on the pillows, snoring. "...Good for you too?" Zatanna sighed. She prodded him, but all he did was stir before rolling over, his back to her. Zatanna quickly gave up the idea of any kind of pillow talk and elected instead to go for a shower. As she lathered herself up under the warm jets of water, she wondered to herself exactly what the hell she was doing. She could rationalize it all she wanted, but the fact of the matter was that she and Terry were just incompatible. She was wasting her time. She dried off with another quick spell, and after pulling a robe around herself, she walked out to the comfort chamber, fully resolved to wake him up and dump him there and then. But instead, she found him already up and fully dressed. "Ah, there you are," he said. "I'm sorry, Zee, I have to get going. The babysitter will be having a fit wondering where I am. I've already called a cab."
"Oh... uh... yeah, okay..." She said, caught off guard. She walked him to the front door, where he stopped to talk to her. "I had an incredible night," he said, kissing her gently. "Yeah..." she replied. "...Me too."
"We're still on for Friday, right?"
"Huh?" Zatanna replied, confused. "The séance thing, or whatever it is," Terry said. "At your friend's place?"
"Oh, right! Of course, yeah..." Zatanna had completely forgotten. She'd agreed to take Terry along to a ritual at Winter's mansion. It had been at the height of her campaign to prove the existence of magic to Terry. "I'm looking forward to it," Terry said. "Though I still say it's all stage tricks."
"You'll see... You'll be eating your words in three days' time..."
"Sure I will, Zatanna, sure I will..." He said in a voice that was meant to be humorously mocking but just came across as hopelessly patronizing. There was a honk from outside. The cab was waiting. They shared a final goodnight kiss, and he was on his way. Zatanna stood watching him leave for a moment, before closing the door behind her. All these years and still no closer to finding the man of her dreams. Walking into her private office, she pulled the robe off and pulled on a pair of spare stockings. It was a lucky thing Terry had reminded her about the ritual that was coming up. She'd meant to purify herself in preparation for it earlier in the evening, but had obviously been completely sidetracked. As she sat down on the carpet to begin the meditative practices necessary, her mind wandered once more to Terry. With his semen still in her belly, it occurred to her that, should she select the right purification trance, she could be shown a vision of her perfect man. No, she sighed. That kind of magic was always too risky. Or was it?
One thing was certain, however. A 14th week with Dr. Thirteen was completely out of the cards......No matter how good the sex may be. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Zatch-Bell
Healing Tears
Chapter 1: Healing Tears
"Sherry... you fought so hard... please forgive me. I'm the one who should've died," Brago said, holding Sherry's limp body.
Sherry's POV
It started as an ordinary day for me and Brago. We had been going out to find more mamodo to fight. We were stopped by yet another group of 300-year-old mamodo controlled by Zophis. The weather was dark and dreary, the clouds looking like they would rain down at any moment. It was about noon when the mamodo surrounded us. There was one small one, one large one, two covered in full armor, and a water one. The water one was simply defeated by the first spell, Reis. The large one was taken down by Groverei. The first armored one was taken down by Brago's brute strength, leaving the second armored one and the small one.
"Gigano Reis!" I shouted. Brago raised his hand and a ball of gravitational energy fired at the mamodo. The mamodo didn't seem affected by it. "Ion Gravirei!" I yelled. Brago attacked, blowing the mamodo into his owner. I stood there, waiting for Brago's order.
"The book," he said, glaring at me. I nodded and yelled "Reis!" The book was destroyed. I watched the book burn, feeling little remorse. I was used to this; this was a part of my everyday life.
"One left," Brago said, glaring at the small mamodo.
"Just try to defeat me," the mamodo said smugly.
"Ion Gravirei!" I shouted, holding the book up. The mamodo dodged the attack. "Dioga Gravidon!" I shouted. Brago attacked skillfully, though his efforts were in vain.
"Damn it! He's too fast," Brago growled.
"Do you give up?" the mamodo asked.
"Never! Dioga Gravidon!" I shouted. The mamodo glared at me, dodging the attack. "This should finish you off! Barberuga Gravidon! Bidom Gravirei! Rioru Reisu! Onuga Reusa! Gravidon!" I shouted, hesitating after every spell, giving Brago the chance to attack. The mamodo laughed, dodging each attack. Now that I had used all the attacks, I began to worry.
"Is that it?" the mamodo asked, bored.
"Not even close," I said, unsure of myself.
"What the hell are you doing? Those are our only spells," Brago hissed.
"I have an idea. If the owner is destroyed, the mamodo can't attack," I said, pulling a dagger out of my left boot. Brago stared, half-surprised by the weapon. "Let's do this," I said, throwing the dagger at the opponent's book owner. The mamodo caught it in mid-air and dropped it to the ground.
"You're not sinking that low, are you? I would hate to have to fight a prissy little girl," the mamodo said.
"Then don't. I'm your only opponent here," Brago said, stepping in front of me.
The mamodo pointed its weapon at Brago, making it appear that he would attack him. The attack was shouted, and there was a blast of red light. Suddenly, everything went black. In the pitch black, I heard a voice. It was... apologizing to me. I felt something wet.
I opened my eyes and saw Brago clearly trying to fight back tears. With great pain and effort, I lifted a trembling hand. Brago quickly snatched it and held it to his heart. I could feel his pulse under my fingers.
Normal POV
When the red light died down, Brago saw something lying on the ground. The enemy?...No... He ran to the body and found, much to his dismay, that the body was none other than Sherry's.
"Sherry!" he exclaimed, shaking her. There was no response from her. "Sherry! Sherry! Answer me, dammit!" he shouted, shaking her harder. There wasn't even the slightest movement from her. "Why?!" he shouted at the sky. He looked back down at Sherry.
"Sherry... you fought so hard... please forgive me. I'm the one who should've died," he said.
"Had I known this human was your weak spot, I would've killed her off sooner," the mamodo said as he and his owner left.
Brago felt something wet roll down his cheek. Tears? Am I crying? he asked himself.
The tear hit Sherry, causing her to stir. She began opening her eyes slowly. She lifted a shaky hand as if to say 'Don't cry.' Brago quickly snatched her hand and held it to his heart.
"Sherry... you idiot..." he said, half-angry, half-joyful. "You could've died," he said sternly, losing every ounce of his joy.
"That's optimistic," Sherry said. Brago looked clearly pissed, he seemed to be at a loss for words. He began stuttering, unable to put words together.
"You idiot! That's all you can say at a time like this?!" he shouted, after a long moment of strange, inhuman sounds.
Sherry suddenly had a flashback of a memory of Koko.
"Koko, you have to be more careful," Sherry lectured.
"I know, I know," Koko said.
"You could've been seriously injured," Sherry said sternly.
"That's optimistic," Koko said.
"I'm being serious here!" Sherry exclaimed.
"Sherry," Brago said, snapping her out of her memory.
"Yes?" she asked.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" he asked furiously.
"You have a dream... a goal... to be the mamodo king," Sherry said.
"What's the point of that if you're dead?" he asked, picking her up.
"Where... where are you taking me?" she asked. He tossed her over his back and began walking.
"We're going home. You need rest," he said after a long silence. Sherry nodded and rested her head on his neck. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: non_english
Zauber einer Nacht
geschrieben von Elbenstein
Astinus, der Historiker der großen Bibliothek, saß in seinem Privatraum. Doch er war nicht allein. Sein alter Freund, Raistlin Majere, lief unruhig in dem kleinen Zimmer auf und ab. Für einen kurzen Moment verstummte das Kratzen der Schreibfeder auf dem Pergament, als der Magier in der schwarzen Robe zu sprechen begann. "Ich würde gern mit Lady Crysania sprechen", bat Raistlin. Daraufhin erhob der Schreiber den Blick und ließ seine Feder innehalten. Der Historiker war selten über etwas erstaunt, denn er hatte alles gesehen, alles gehört, alles gefühlt. Diese Bitte jedoch überraschte ihn. "Mit Lady Crysania sprechen? Warum?", wollte Astinus wissen. "Was willst du ihr sagen? Dass es dir leidtut, was du ihr angetan hast? Wie du sie benutzt hast? Das wäre eine Lüge. Hast du deinem Bruder nicht gesagt, dass du alles, was du getan hast, wieder tun würdest?"
Raistlin drehte sich um. Ein Hauch von Farbe tönte seine bleichen, ausgezehrten Wangen. "Ich habe sie benutzt? Was ist damit, wie sie mich benutzt hat? Wir waren von derselben Art, trugen nur verschiedenfarbige Kleider." "Sie hat dich geliebt …" "Ihren Ehrgeiz hat sie mehr geliebt." "Richtig", räumte Astinus ein. "Und das hat sie schließlich auch eingesehen, wenn auch erst, als sie nichts anderes mehr sehen konnte. Was willst du ihr sagen? Ich bin neugierig, besonders da diese Begegnung, die du vorschlägst, niemals zustande kommen wird." "Warum nicht?", wollte Raistlin in scharfem Ton wissen. "Ich muss doch nur zum Tempelgelände gehen. Sie können mich nicht aussperren, werden es nicht wagen."
"Du kannst jederzeit hinübergehen, aber das wird dir wenig helfen. Hast du vergessen, welch furchtbares Schicksal der Welt droht? Lady Crysania ist aufgerufen, ihren eigenen Kampf gegen Chaos auszufechten, wie so viele andere. Deins ist nur eins von vielen, die ich zur Zeitschreibe." Raistlin verfiel nach diesen Worten in ein unheil verkündendes Grübeln und überließ den Schreiber wieder seiner Arbeit. Nur kurze Zeit später verabschiedete sich der Magier und verschwand in den dunklen Schatten der Stadt Palanthas, um die Person aufzusuchen, die ihm bei seinem nächtlichen Vorhaben helfen könnte, Dalamar. "Für eine Nacht nehme ich die Krankheit von dir, doch wisse, wenn die Sonne am Horizont ihren Bahn beginnt, fällt der Zauber von dir", sagte der Dunkelelf Dalamar zu einer in schwarzen Roben gehüllten Gestalt. "Ich danke dir für diesen letzten Gefallen von Freund zu Freund", erwiderte die Schwarze Robe mit sanfter Stimme.
Im nächsten Augenblick erhob der Dunkelelf in einer eleganten Geste seine Hand, und sein Gegenüber verschwand im Dunkeln der Nacht. Eine düstere Silhouette spazierte durch die Straßen der großen Stadt Palanthas. Der Wind wehte eine sanfte Brise vom Norden über das Meer in die kleinen, engen Gassen der Metropole. Sie verwandelte die unangenehme Hitze der Nacht in ein sanftes Streicheln, und die schwarze Gestalt spazierte geradewegs auf den großen, aus weißen Marmor bestehenden Tempel des Paladin zu. Der schwarze Mond, Nuitari, glänzte, für diejenigen, die ihn sehen konnten, wie eine Feuerkugel am Horizont und tauchte die nicht weit entfernten Berggipfel in ein unheilvolles Licht. Unheil kündigte sich an, doch noch war es fern. Ein einziges Mal sollte heute eine Zusammenkunft stattfinden, bevor die Welt ihr Antlitz für immer verändern würde.
Als die Schwarze Robe den Rasen betrat, wurde die Freude über dieses bevorstehende Ereignis durch einen enormen Schmerz ersetzt. Flammen breiteten sich im Körper der dunklen Gestalt aus, sie jagten wie ein reißender Fluss durch die Adern und schienen alles auf ihrem Weg zu verzehren. Das Blut des Herzens schien zu verbrennen, wollte alles zerstören, was die Person in sich trug. Eine unsichtbare Kraft riss an dem Körper, wollte ihn zerreißen, ausmerzen und zerstören. Doch der Mensch beachtete die Schmerzen nicht, es hielt ihn nicht auf, und so lief er weiter über die ebenen Rasenflächen zu, dem großen Eingangsportal des Tempels. Die Hitze der Macht an diesem heiligen Ort schwebte über der Schwarzen Robe. Eine Hand wurde gehoben und kündigte durch ein heftiges Klopfen einen Besucher an.
Der Novize döste schläfrig auf einem bequemen Stuhl, gleich neben dem Eingang, und wurde aus seinem leichten Schlaf gerissen, als er plötzlich hörte, dass jemand Einlass wünschte. Erschrocken über dieses Begehren zu so später Stunde, saß er jäh kerzengerade und rieb sich die Augen. Er blinzelte und beobachtete einen Moment die tanzenden Flammen der Kerzen, die ordentlich in Leuchtern den Gang entlang aufgestellt waren, und dachte darüber nach, dass er nur geträumt hätte. Dann kam erneut das Klopfen, diesmal lauter und deutlicher. Der Novize sprang auf, nahm eine Öllampe in die Hand und schlich auf leisen Sohlen zum Eingang. Er nahm einen tiefen Atemzug, zischte ihn in einem heftigen Seufzer aus und begann langsam die schwere Tür zu öffnen.
Der junge Mann hatte Angst und wusste nicht, ob er es wirklich verantworten konnte, zu so später Stunde einem Gläubigen Einlass zu gewähren, aber es musste wohl auch etwas wichtiges sein, wenn jemand um die Mittwacht Einlass begehrte. Das Eingangsportal öffnete sich, und der Novize riss seine Augen weit auf. Vor ihm stand, in schwarzen Roben gekleidet, eine Person. Die Kapuze, die mit silbernen Runen den Saum des dunklen Gewandes überzog, war tief ins Gesicht gezogen, die Hände in den Ärmeln versteckt, und ließ nichts von der Person erkennen, die sich darunter verbarg. Augenblicklich erschrak er und wich einen Schritt zurück. Seine Beine zitterten bei diesem unerwarteten Anblick, und sein Atmen kam vor Furcht stoßweise. Das hier war nicht Dalamar, der Dunkelelf aus dem Turm der Erzmagier, denn den Magier kannte er, und dieser kam niemals zu so später Stunde. Er versteckte auch niemals sein Antlitz, sondern lief mit offenem Gesicht, wenn er einen Besuch der ehrenwerten Tochter Crysania abstattete.
Der Novize rang mit sich selbst und versuchte, seinen Schrecken unter Kontrolle zu bekommen, dann stammelte er leise, dass fast einem Flüstern glich, "W... W... Wer seid Ihr? W... Warum wünscht eine Schwarze Robe zu so später Stunde Einlass in den heiligen Tempel?" Doch es kam keine Antwort, sondern die dunkle Gestalt verharrte still und schweigend am Eingang und schien ihn aus den verborgenen Augen zu mustern. Eine Wärme strahlte von dieser Person aus, die angenehm, aber auch gleichzeitig unermesslich schmerzlich an seinem Körper zerrte. Wieder nahm der junge Novize seine ganze Willenskraft auf sich und sprach diesmal mit etwas festerer Stimme, "Wenn Ihr Lady Crysania sehen möchtet, sie schläft, kommt morgen zur frühen Stunde wieder".
Nach diesen Worten reagierte die Schwarze Robe zum ersten Mal und schüttelte sanft, aber bedacht, den Kopf, um dem jungen Mann zum Verstehen zu geben, dass er dies nicht wünschte. Der Novize dachte über diese Begebenheit nach und überlegte fieberhaft, was er denn jetzt tun sollte. Die Verehrte Tochter Crysania schätzte Besuche, auch wenn es eine Person war, die ihr Herz der Königin der Finsternis verschrieben hatte. Dass die Klerikerin schlief, hatte er nur als Ausrede benutzt, denn sie blieb lange wach und stand auch zu früher Stunde wieder auf. Der Zweifel an seinem Handeln nagte an ihm, und dabei beobachtete er die dunkle Gestalt am Eingang. Sie schien nichts Böses im Sinn zu haben, wie sie dort ruhig stand. Eine ungeheuere Aura umgab sie, doch diese verriet nur eine unerklärliche Hitze, die auch von dem heißen Wetter der Nacht her stammen konnte.
So beschloss er, der Person Einlass zu gewähren, auch wenn er nicht Recht wusste, wieso es so war. Nur eines wusste er mit Gewissheit, dass die Schwarze Robe Lady Crysania sehen wollte. Der Novize trat zur Seite, wobei er die Öllampe von sich weg hielt und dabei in einen langen, hellen Gang leuchtete, und mit dieser Geste die Person zum Eintreten einlud. Diese überlegte nicht lange, trat über die Schwelle und stand augenblicklich im Innern des Tempels. Mit dem Blick auf die Schwarze Robe gerichtet, schloss der junge Mann die Tür, umrundete die fremde Person und führte sie ohne Umwege zu den Privatgemächern der Verehrten Tochter.
Ein leises Klopfen an der Tür ließ Crysania's Sinne hellwach werden. Ihr weißer Tiger und treuer Begleiter, Tandare, hob seinen Kopf und schaute wie seine Herrin auf und bedachte sie mit einem Blick der Ergebenheit. "Herein", hörte sich Crysania sagen, und überlegte, wer so spät denn noch etwas von ihr wollte, aber die Neugier trieb sie dazu an, das herauszufinden. Die Tür öffnete sich leise, und die Klerikerin hörte, wie Gewänder raschelten und eine Person sachte einen Schritt über die Schwelle tat. Im gleichen Moment spürte sie ebenfalls die Anwesenheit einer weiteren Person, doch diese blieb regungslos am Eingang stehen. Ihr Tiger starrte den jungen Mann durchdringend an, nicht mit dem schnellen, gewöhnlichen Blick eines Tieres, sondern mit dem bewussten, nachdenklichen Blick eines Menschen.
"Verehrte Tochter des Paladin, entschuldigt die Störung, aber eine Schwarze Robe bittet um Einlass und möchte mit Euch sprechen?", erklang die gefasste Stimme des Novizen, wobei er ehrfürchtig seinen Kopf senkte. Crysania blickte zu den bereits niederbrennenden Feuern der umherstehenden Kerzenleuchter, geradeso, als ob sie die Flammen sehen könnte, und lauschte auf jedes kleinste Geräusch, denn es war still. Kein Laut war zu vernehmen, nur das aufgeregte Atmen des jungen Mannes und ein ruhiges und beständiges Luftholen einer weiteren Person. Was hatte der Novize eben gesagt, eine Schwarze Robe wollte sie sehen. Diese Tatsache schien nicht ungewöhnlich, war doch Dalamar oft bei ihr zu Besuch. Doch sie spürte eine ungeheure Aura, die sie kannte.
In ihre Gedanken vertieft und auf unerklärliche Weise Gefühle einem Menschen zu zuordnen, der immer noch ruhig an einem Ort verweilte, veranlasste sie, aufzublicken und in Richtung Tür mit ihren blicklosen Augen zu schauen. "Dalamar?", fragte sie leise. "Nein, Verehrte Tochter", kam die Antwort des jungen Mannes. "Soll ich ihn hineinführen?" Wieder überlegte Crysania und versuchte, einen Berg von Gefühlen zu ordnen, die diese Antwort mit sich brachte. Wenn es nicht der Dunkelelf war, wer denn dann. Sie kannte nur zwei Schwarze Roben, und letztere gab es nicht mehr. Der Magier war für immer verloren, so wie sie durch ihn ihr Augenlicht verlor. Aber es konnte niemand anderer sein.
Als sie dann plötzlich einen Duft wahrnahm, machte ihr Herz einen Hüpfer. Wohlgeruch nach Rosenblättern, aber auch der Duft nach getrocknetem Fledermausdung, gemischt mit Verfall und Verwesung und einem Hauch des Todes. "Raistlin?", hörte sie sich sagen, und ihr Blick war immer noch auf die Tür gerichtet. Es erklang keine Antwort. Doch Crysania schien sich sicher, dass es nur dieser Mann sein konnte, den sie einst vor dem Bösen und sich selbst retten wollte, dabei jedoch kläglich versagte. "Raistlin, bist du es?", flüsterte die Klerikerin. Erneut keine Antwort. "Varian, bitte lass uns alleine", sprach sie mit lauter Stimme zu dem Novizen und richtete sich in dem Bett auf, auf dem sie saß. Der junge Mann machte auf dem Absatz kehrt, in einer einladenden Geste wies er der dunklen Gestalt, in schwarze Roben gehüllt, den Weg in die Privatgemächer von Lady Crysania, und verschwand auf leisen Sohlen in dem Gang, den er soeben beschritten hatte, seine Öllampe nahm er mit.
Die Person trat ein und schloss hinter sich leise die Tür und drehte sogar den Schlüssel im Schloss, bis diese verschlossen war. Sie wand sich herum und starrte nun aus der Kapuze heraus direkt auf den immer noch attraktiven Körper der Frau, die wachsam auf dem Bett saß. Der weiße Tiger beobachtete aufmerksam die Schwarze Robe, ließ jedoch keinen Laut ertönen, sondern blickte mit wachsamen Augen hinüber. Dann stand er ohne ein Wort des Befehls von seiner Lagerstatt auf und trat hinüber zu einer dunklen Ecke im großen Raum. Er legte sich auf den Boden, rollte sich ein, und sein Kopf ruhte sanft auf den großen Vordertatzen. Ohne ersichtliches Zeichen schloss er die Augen und schien zu ruhen. "Raistlin, bist du es? Wie kann das sein?", sprach Crysania wieder leise und musste sich anstrengen, dass ihre Stimme fest und flüssig klang. Doch dieser Geruch, diese Ausstrahlung kannte sie genau. Nur ein Mann war so, und dieser stand in ihrem Zimmer, mitten im Tempel von Paladin.
Die Schwarze Robe antwortete wieder nicht, doch diesmal lief sie nach diesen Worten mit langsamen, aber direkten Schritten die wenigen Meter hinüber zu dem Bett, das an der Wand stand, genau gegenüber von großen Fenstern, die von feinem, dünnen Stoff verhangen waren und eine kühle Brise hereinwehte. Erschrocken und hellwach, lauschte die Frau auf die leisen Schritte, die auf sie zukamen. Ihr Herz raste vor Aufregung, und sie spürte wieder diese unermessliche Aura, die diese Person versprühte. Ihr weißer Tiger und treuer Freund über Jahre hinweg hatte sich verkrochen, und dies war für sie der Hinweis, dass keine Gefahr drohte. Sollte der Augenblick des Wiedersehens gekommen sein, auf den sie so viele lange Jahre gehofft, doch niemals erträumt hatte?
"Raistlin", sprach sie erneut, doch diesmal spürte sie kurz darauf, dass die Person genau vor ihr stand, bewegungslos und ruhig. Der Atem kam langsam, und sie hörte ohne zu sehen, wie sich der Brustkorb hob und senkte. Crysania streckte ihre Hände nach vorne, wollte die Person berühren, sie spüren und jede Einzelheit seiner Erscheinung durch ihre Finger ertasten und ihn sich aufsaugen. Sie berührte eine samtene Robe, die eine unsagbare Kälte ausströmte. Doch dieses Gefühl kannte sie, es war plötzlich wie gestern, und ihre Hände glitten über den weichen Stoff, der durch einen Gürtel um die Taille zusammengehalten wurde. Die Gestalt in der schwarzen Robe spürte die sanften Finger auf seiner Kleidung, sie strömten eine Wärme aus, ein Verlangen, eine unbändige Leidenschaft und erfüllte sein Herz mit einem Mal voller Freude. Wie lange hatte er auf diesen Augenblick gewartet. Er wollte sie, ja, er begehrte sie mehr, als er es sich das jemals eingestanden hatte. Jetzt saß sie vor ihm, und seine Hände glitten aus dem schwarzen Stoff seiner Roben und legten sich auf das schwarze Haar, das von silbernen Streifen durchzogen war. Das Alter war ihr nicht anzusehen, auch wenn Jahre der Unnachsichtigkeit hinter ihr lagen. Er suchte Halt an ihren Strähnen und streichelte sachte darüber.
Crysania fühlte die Hände auf ihrem Kopf, und mit dieser Berührung verflog die Kälte, und eine Wärme, wärmer als die Sonne, gemischt mit einer unsagbaren Erregung, raste durch ihren Körper. Ja, diese Hitze kannte sie, er war es, doch vielleicht war es nur ein Traum. So lange hatte sie sich diese Leidenschaft und Lust gewünscht, aber niemals gingen sie in Erfüllung.
Es war wie ein Schleier aus Nebel, der sich vor ihrem inneren Auge teilte und die Gefühle in sie hinein strömen ließ und von ihr Besitz ergriff. Sie spürte seine Finger, die durch ihre Haare strichen und sie sanft liebkosten. Die Hände wanderten weiter über ihr Gesicht, und ein leises, aber liebliches Seufzen entwich über ihre Lippen. Er sah zu ihr hinab. Ihre weiße, wie Marmor wirkende Haut wurde durch den sanften Lichtschein einiger Kerzenleuchter im Raum erhellt, und die Schatten tanzten wild vor Aufregung. Sie umspielten ihre grauen Augen, die freudig nach vorne gerichtet waren. Ihre Lippen waren ein wenig geöffnet, und er konnte spüren, wie ihr Atem schneller ging.
Er fuhr über ihre Wangen und streichelte sacht über die weiche, blasse Haut. "Raistlin", flüsterte Crysania erneut, doch sie wurde gleich unterbrochen, indem sie einen seiner schlanken Finger auf ihren Mund spürte, und der sie anwies, nichts mehr zu sagen. Der Finger fuhr die Konturen ihrer gewölbten Lippen nach und liebkoste mit jeder Berührung ihren vor Wollust bebenden Körper. Die andere Hand wanderte weiter über ihren Hals und berührte dabei jeden Millimeter Haut. Das Herz der Schwarzen Robe fühlte bei diesen Berührungen das eigene Verlangen, die sie hervorriefen. Er streichelte über die weiche Haut und spürte seine Erregbarkeit, die pure Lust, alles von ihr in sich aufzusaugen. Sie brannte in jeder Faser seines Seins und hüllte ihn ein, wie Watte.
Die kalte Brise wehte sanft durch die Fenster und ließ, wie durch unsichtbare Hand, die Kapuze von seinem Kopf fallen. Sein langes Haar fiel ihm auf die Schultern und streichelte zur Aufforderung über sein eigenes Gesicht. Die Schwarze Robe kniete sich nieder und war im gleichen Augenblick auf Augenhöhe von Crysania, die ruhig, aber voller Leidenschaft auf den weichen Laken ihres Bettes saß. Die grauen Augen der Frau blickten immer noch starr, aber leuchtend und nass vor Freude geradeaus, als sie die zarten Berührungen spürte. Seine Hände wanderten wieder, diesmal zu ihrem Nacken, während sie zuvor langsam von Gesicht und Hals ihren Weg nach hinten nahmen. Mit einer leichten Vorwärtsbewegung zog er ihr Gesicht nach vorne, bis sich ihre beiden Münder trafen.
Die Gefühle der beiden Personen im Raum schienen ihn noch mehr aufzuheizen, als ihre Lippen sich berührten. Das Verlangen nahm von ihnen Besitz. Crysania öffnete ihren Mund und fühlte plötzlich die Zunge des Mannes. Sie streichelte und liebkoste die ihre. Ihr Atem ging schneller, der Brustkorb hob und senkte sich durch die in ihr aufkommende Lust. Ein leises Stöhnen entwich den beiden. Ihre eigenen Hände, die soeben noch die Taille der weichen Roben geglitten waren, fuhren nach oben über den Rücken, die langen Haare, und drückten nun ebenfalls seinen Kopf gegen den ihren. Beide hatten ihre Augen geschlossen und gaben sich diesem Gefühl des Begehrens hin.
Lange Minuten verstrichen, während sich die Frau und die Schwarze Robe innig küssten. Der Mann beendete den Kuss und ließ nur widerwillig ihre süßen Lippen los, doch er musste es. Denn in seinem Blut floss plötzlich eine unbändige Lust. Er wollte alles von ihr, wollte sie auf seiner nackten Haut spüren. Crysania merkte, wie betäubt, dass die heiße Zunge, die soeben noch die ihre zu verschlingen drohte, mit einmal verschwunden war. Ihr Körper bebte erneut, und sie hatte das Gefühl, dass sie diese Kostbarkeit ausleben wollte. Schon vermisste sie den innig, heißen Kuss.
Die Liebe erwärmte ihr Herz, und sie wollte ihn in sich spüren, so wie sie es noch niemals bei jemand anderem spüren wollte. Die Schwarze Robe stand auf, streifte seinen Gürtel ab, der die Robe um seine Hüfte zusammenhielt, und ließ diese in einer fließenden Bewegung von seinem Körper gleiten. Das Blut strömte durch seine Adern und ließ die Leidenschaft in ihm aufwallen. Er streifte seine schwarzen Lederstiefel ab. Nackt legte er sich in die weichen Laken ihres Bettes, und sein Kopf lag auf einem Kopfkissen. Mit geschickten Fingern drehte er Crysania zu sich um und führte sie. Einen Moment später hatte die Frau eines ihrer Beine über seine Hüfte geschlungen und saß ebenfalls nackt und mit erregtem Körper auf ihm.
Sie konnte die Hitze spüren, die sich in den beiden ausbreitete, wie ein Flammenteppich, der ohne Rücksicht über einen Wald hinweg gleiten würde. Alles wurde aufgezerrt, um nichts von diesem brennenden Verlangen zu vergessen, nur noch das Begehren nach Befriedigung floss durch ihre Adern. Erneut spürte Crysania, wie seine Hände über ihren Körper streichelten. Sie glitten von ihrer Hüfte über ihren Bauch und brachten sie zu einem leisen sanften Seufzer. Auch er musste stöhnen, denn wie lange hatte er für diesen Augenblick gelebt. Er ließ seine Finger über ihren heißen Körper und ihre weiche Haut wandern und berührte zuerst sacht ihre Brüste. Er spürte ihre, vor Lust starren Brustwarzen und sog dieses Gefühl in sich ein. Langsam massierten seine Hände ihren weichen Busen und entlockten nun beiden ein leises Stöhnen.
Sie griff nach seinen Handgelenken und hielt sie, damit er diesen Moment nicht zu Nichte machen würde. Sie wollte es spüren, sie wollte die Liebkosung der Wärme fühlen, die er bei ihr hervorgerufen hatte. Crysania beugte sich dann nach vorne, und während seine Hände noch immer ihre Brüste verwöhnten, küssten ihre roten Lippen seine Brust. Sie war so heiß, voller Leidenschaft, und erbebte nun ebenfalls unter ihrer Berührung. Ihre Zunge strich über die nackte Haut und küsste dabei seine Brustwarzen. Ein Stöhnen erklang, und da wusste sie, dass es die schönste aller Nächte in ihrem ganzen Leben sein würde. Die Leidenschaft hatte sie nun vollkommen im Griff, und ohne weiter darüber nachzudenken, küsste sie seine Brust immer und immer wieder.
Instinktiv strich ihre Zunge über seine Haut, wanderte zum Hals, über sein Gesicht, und erneut küssten sich beide innig und voller Leidenschaft. Einige Zeit verging, und Mann und Frau gaben sich dem Begehren hin. Die Hände streichelten sich gegenseitig und brachten sie immer mehr in Rage. Das Blut rauschte durch ihre Körper, und die Welt um sie herum schien plötzlich nicht mehr zu existieren. Sie waren in ihrem eigenen Verlangen gefangen, fern und doch nicht fremd. Sie gehörten für diese Nacht nur sich selbst, und keiner würde die Zweisamkeit zerstören.
Crysania spürte, dass sie mehr wollte, mehr als die zarten Berührungen und Liebkosungen seiner Lippen und seiner Hände. Sie beugte sich nun noch weiter nach vorne, und ihre Zunge küsste seinen Bauch. Diese Berührung ließ den Mann unter ihr erzittern. Er war ihr Gefangener und würde sich nicht wehren, genauso wie sie sich nicht gegen seine Gefühle wehren konnte. Ihre Lippen gingen nun noch weiter nach unten und hielten einen kurzen Moment an. Sein leises, jedoch sanftes Stöhnen wurde lauter, und er forderte dadurch nur noch mehr, und das wollte sie ihm auch endlich geben. Ihre Lippen schlossen sich um sein erregtes Glied, und dieser Sinnesreiz ging in sie über. Beide erhitzen Körper bebten, und dann strich ihre Zunge immer wieder auf und ab.
Seine erregte Männlichkeit reagierte auf ihre Berührung, und er zuckte kurz vor Freude unter ihr auf. Dann stieg die Lust. Er nahm ihren Kopf zwischen seine Hände und führte sie sanft, aber bestimmend. Die Küsse, die folgten, verlangten von ihm Geduld, doch diese konnte er nicht mehr lange aufrecht halten. Zu lange hatte er auf diese Empfindung verzichtet, die ihn jetzt zu überwältigen versuchte. Seine Augen hatte er geschlossen, und spürte jede ihrer Bewegungen, wenn sie seine heiße Haut berührte, und dann bäumte er sich unter ihr auf. Crysania ließ los, und ein Moment der Unsicherheit erhielt Eintritt in ihr Inneres. Sie verspürte Furcht vor dem, was nun kommen sollte, und wusste nicht, ob sie dem gewachsen war.
Wie lange sie auf diesen Augenblick gewartet hatte, wie viel Zeit sie damit verbrachte, sich diesen Moment immer und immer wieder vorzustellen, doch nun schien er gekommen zu sein. Sie wollte nicht aufgeben, wo sie es sich doch so sehr gewünscht hatte. Crysania wollte ihre Leidenschaft mit ihm teilen, sich ihm mit Haut und Haar ganz ergeben. Er spürte ihre Unsicherheit, und ein sanftes Lächeln umspielte seine dünnen Lippen. Oh ja, das würde der Moment werden, auf den er so lange in seinem Leben verzichtet hatte und vor dem er doch innerlich immer wieder zurückgeschreckt war. Doch dieses Mal gab es kein zurück mehr. Sie beide waren an dem Punkt angekommen, an dem sie ihr Inneres miteinander teilen und lieben würden.
Er ließ seine Hände an ihre nackte Hüfte gleiten und rückte sie näher zu sich heran. Und sie tat es, so wie er sie führte. Dann verschwanden plötzlich seine warmen Hände, und sie wusste, dass es nun an ihr lag, den nächsten Schritt zu tun. Sie schloss die Augen, und im nächsten Augenblick brannte sie in ihrem Inneren. Eine Sinnlichkeit, gemischt mit der unbändigen Erregung ihrer Lust, strömte aus und erfüllte sie. Crysania spürte seine erregte Männlichkeit in ihrem heißen Inneren, spürte, wie er sie streifte, und dann schwebte sie, als der Schmerz nachließ und sie sich ihrer Leidenschaft und puren Begehren hingab. Vor beider Augen blitzen Sterne auf. In rhythmischen Bewegungen spürte sie ihn in sich, und ein lautes Stöhnen wich über ihre Lippen in den Raum.
Im gleichen Moment fing auch er an aufzustöhnen, und sein Körper erbebte erneut über die ungewohnte Zweisamkeit der beiden. Er konnte ihre Hitze fühlen, die sich ihren Weg bahnte und jede Faser seines Seins erfasste. Ihr Atem kam stoßweise und erfüllte das Zimmer mit den Seufzern ihrer Stimmen. Lange Zeit verstrich, und immer und immer wieder liebten Crysania und der Mann sich in ungezügelter Erregung.
Als die Sonne sich langsam, aber stetig ihren Weg über den östlichen Horizont bahnen wollte, trat die Gestalt, in schwarze Roben gehüllt, aus dem Zimmer der Verehrten Tochter des Paladin, in den langen Gang. Die Kerzen waren bereits herunter gebrannt, nur ein junger Mann saß dort neben der Tür auf einem bequemen Sessel und rieb sich plötzlich die Augen, als er den Mann hinaus treten sah. Er hatte wieder die Kapuze tief ins Gesicht gezogen, beide Hände in den weiten Ärmeln verborgen, und ging ohne auf etwas zu achten zum Eingangsportal. Er drehte sich nicht um, sondern lief langsam, aber bedächtig dem Ausgang entgegen. Der junge Novize war im ersten Moment erschrocken, sprang von seiner Schlafstätte auf, auf der er die ganze Nacht Wache gehalten hatte, jedoch eingeschlafen war, und blinzelte durch die noch offen stehende Tür. Er erkannte die Verehrte Tochter, die nackt in ihrem Bett schlief. Ihr langes Haar fiel über den schneeweißen Rücken, doch sein Blick richtete sich auf ein bleiches Laken, das an der Seite herunter fiel. Dort erkannte er einen blutigen, jedoch kleinen Fleck, und er hielt wie gebannt seinen Atem an. Er wusste nicht, was er denken, noch was er fühlen sollte, so beschloss er, die Tür zu schließen und keinem Menschen ein Sterbenswort über diesen Vorfall zu berichten.
Das tat er dann auch und wollte sich soeben zu dem Fremden umdrehen, doch dieser war bereits verschwunden. Nur die Tür stand offen und wehte warme Sommerluft herein. Der junge Novize rannte den Gang entlang, und als er durch das offene Portal schaute, sah er auch dort niemanden mehr. Vielleicht habe ich dies alles nur geträumt und wache gleich in meinem Bett auf und werde über meine eigene Ängstlichkeit lachen. So machte er auf dem Absatz kehrt und schritt in das Innere des großen Tempels.
Die Schwarze Robe spazierte erneut durch die Straßen der großen Stadt im Norden. Die Sonne stieg gemächlich, jedoch bereits heiß über den Horizont und erhellte die Gassen. Die ersten Menschen liefen herum, öffneten die Läden an ihren Fenstern oder huschten noch verschlafen vor ihren Geschäften herum, um die Waren für diesen Tag in ausladenden Ständen den Käufern zu präsentieren. An einer Ecke blieb die schwarzgekleidete Gestalt stehen und sah über einen Platz hinüber zu einem großen Gebäude, welches sich vor ihr erstreckte. Ein Schild kündigte an, dass es sich hier um die große Bibliothek von Palanthas handelte.
Plötzlich musste die Person in den schwarzen Roben husten, und es schüttelte die zarte Gestalt bis ins Mark. Ein herzzerreißendes Geräusch, und nach einigen qualvollen Minuten schien der Anfall von ihr abzulassen. Der Mann zog ein weißes Taschentuch hervor und wischte sich damit über die blutbefleckten Lippen. Ein Hauch von Farbe rötete seine goldfarbenen Wangen, und dann sprach er leise zu sich selbst: "Mein alter Freund, jetzt habe ich doch noch meine Erfüllung bekommen, die du mir nicht zugestehen wolltest." Danach trat ein freundliches, jedoch kaltes Lächeln auf seine Lippen und umspielte sein Gesicht. Die goldenen Augen unter der Kapuze schauten hervor und fingen an zu leuchten. "Jetzt kann der Krieg beginnen... ich werde mit dir zusammen warten."
Nur einige Stunden später erklangen von überall auf den Straßen der Stadt Palanthas Angstschreie. Frauen mit ihren Kindern, Alte und Weise rannten auf die Gassen. Die Männer versammelten sich mit gezogenen Waffen. Doch ihnen wurde schnell klar, dass sie gegen die aufsteigende Bedrohung nichts ausrichten konnten. Blaue Drachen kreisten am Himmel in weitläufige Bahnen und kündigten die bevorstehende Katastrophe an. Lord Ariakan, der Führer der Ritter der Takhisis, war es gelungen, den Turm des Oberklerikers einzunehmen. Die schrecklichen Nachrichten am Abend zuvor hatten sich bestätigt. Ohne das riesenhafte Bollwerk im Gebirge waren die Bürger den Erobern willenlos ausgeliefert. Die Stadt Palanthas war somit unbeschützt. Ritter in schwarzen Rüstungen thronten mit erhobenem Haupt auf den Drachen und kamen der friedlichen Bevölkerung immer näher.
Der Chaoskrieg hatte soeben seinen Anfang genommen. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: final_fantasy
Chapter 1
Tifa scrunched her nose at the scent of chocobo manure. She wasn’t a fan of farm work to begin with, but Cloud was busy chatting with Chloe about breeding and racing, and had asked Tifa to tend to the giant birds for the night. The former barmaid wasn’t exactly dressed for this kind of work; she couldn’t remember ever seeing a farmhand in a miniskirt before. As she lugged the greens around the stable, she started to get worried that she’d sweat through her white crop top.
She lifted Cloud’s huge satchel of zeio nuts, which he had procured for chocobo breeding, and hauled it over to the last stall on the stable’s left side. He was determined to breed a golden chocobo, but to date, his attempts at breeding the oversized fowl had only resulted in the plain yellow chocobos that could be found all over the world.
The chocobo cried excitedly at the sight. As Tifa took a scoop of zeio nuts to drop into his feeding trough, the big bird reached his neck over the gate to his pen and started pecking at her satchel. Tifa protested, "Woah, calm down, buddy. You’re about to get your fill. Hey, quit it!" Despite her words, the big yellow bird showed no sign of slowing. Its beak tore at the fabric of the bag itself, and suddenly, a small fortune of zeio nuts cascaded into the trough, pen, and onto the floor around Tifa’s feet.
Tifa muttered to herself, "Cloud’s going to be pissed," as she looked at the mess. The chocobo didn’t seem to share her pessimism and was gleefully devouring every nut within reach. Tifa knelt down with a sigh of frustration and started gathering up the scattered nuts, all the while asking herself how she wound up with this job in the first place. The big yellow bird let out a distressed squawk as she left to deposit the nuts in the manger of an empty stall.
Tifa asked, "Oh, shut up. What’s so good about these nuts anyway?" She regarded the nuts she had set down and retrieved one from the feeder. Out of curiosity, she cracked it open and popped the two seeds inside into her mouth. Considering how many she had lost, she figured one more wouldn’t make a difference. The nut was slightly sweet, slightly savory, and had a certain je ne sais quoi. With a little bit of salt, she figured, it wouldn’t be half bad.
Then it hit her - a small, budding warmth deep in her abdomen, which waxed and waned with each breath. The sensation started to spread throughout her body and filled her with a pleasant tingling, which seemed to be concentrated between her thighs and in her chest. Her nipples began to harden and became visible protrusions beneath the white fabric of her top. Evidently, the aphrodisiac effects of the zeio nut didn’t just apply to chocobos and goblins.
Tifa bit her lower lip. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this horny; she was almost ready to strip down and masturbate on the spot. She decided that as soon as she was done cleaning up after her unfortunate spill, she would have to grab Cloud and drag him into one of the unused stalls for some breeding of their own.
Eager to get her work over and done with so she could be with Cloud as soon as possible, she hurried back to the chocobo’s stall and heaved herself over the gate. Her boots landed on the straw covering the floor with a muted thud, and she knelt down to pick up the nuts that the greedy chocobo hadn’t yet consumed. Before she had lifted so much as a single nut, she glanced at the bird’s undercarriage and saw the largest penis she had ever witnessed.
The chocobo’s cock made Red XIII’s look unremarkable, it made Barrett’s seem paltry, and put Cloud’s to actual shame. The member, which protruded from the chocobo’s downy feathers, was enormous, pink, and covered in thick, visibly pulsing veins. It had to be well over a foot long, and it was wider than her bicep at its base. The cock was mostly tubular but sloped to a thinner, tapered end, and even the tip was wider than any human cock she had ever taken.
Tifa wanted that cock. In the back of her mind, she knew it was the zeio nut that made her want to fuck the chocobo before her so bad, but in that moment, that dick looked so amazing that she just didn’t care. Without hesitation, Tifa leaned forward to kiss the tip of the animal’s member. She tilted her head and gave it a second, loving kiss while her hand slipped beneath her skirt and panties. As her fingers slipped inside of her, she gave it a long, nuzzling kiss.
The chocobo warked excitedly as Tifa began pleasuring his cockhead. The many nuts he had devoured had him ready to breed every hen in the stable; he was so hard that it hurt, and he could feel his insides churning with fertile spunk that he was just aching to deposit inside a female. He turned towards the slut at his feet to give her better access to his shaft, and then started thrusting his hips towards the moist hole in front of him.
As her oral cavity was filled with the hot, rigid cock, Tifa was amazed by just how large even the tip felt inside her mouth. Tifa’s cheeks bulged as the chocobo forced his cock inside of her mouth. She grasped hold of the chocobo’s cock to better direct it into her throat. With no gag reflex, the cock easily slid down her throat, which bulged obscenely around the invading organ. Every thrust sent his dick deeper inside of her gullet, but after a full foot of his cock was crammed down her throat, Tifa’s jaw just couldn’t stretch any wider to take in any more of his behemoth member. The chocobo gleefully fucked her throat, and Tifa moaned around the invading member.
Coming up for air proved to be a challenge. She pressed her hands against the enormous creature’s pelvis and tried to push away, but the chocobo was too strong. It just kept fucking her face, either unaware of her distress or just not caring. Tifa tried to pull back away, but the chocobo just kept moving forward until she was pinned to the side of the pen. Tifa started feeling lightheaded, and stars began to dance in her vision. The chocobo let out a resounding cry, and she felt his organ pulse inside her throat in earnest. As she realized the dumb bird was actually filling her stomach with his animal jizz, she felt the warmth of the zeio nut turn into an inferno. She felt every muscle in her body contract, and felt the most curious yet wonderful fluttering in her pussy. Tifa had always been a squirter, and her juices flooded her panties until they were completely soaked, and then proceeded to leak out from her skirt onto the straw beneath her.
When Tifa was certain she was about to pass out, the chocobo finally withdrew his still-spurting cock from her throat. It retracted from her body, filling her throat and mouth with hot cum along the way. Tifa swallowed what she could and gasped for air, and enjoyed the feeling of her body getting hit with rope after rope of bird cum as she regained herself. The thick, white substance permeated her clothes, and she let out a slight moan as she felt its warmth touch her voluminous breasts directly.
Eventually, the flow of semen stopped, yet the chocobo’s cock remained rigid. Tifa was glad. While novel, the touchless orgasm she had experienced during her skull-fucking did little to quell the arousal the zeio nut had given her. It was no wonder the bird’s dick was still ready for action, considering how many of the nuts he had eaten. Tifa wouldn’t have been surprised if it turned out he could go all night, and she was more than eager to find out.
Tifa stood and began stripping out of her cum-soaked clothes in front of the bird. As her curvaceous body was exposed before the bird, Tifa noted that his cock stiffened even greater than before, as if the beast could actually appreciate the nude form of the goddess before him. More likely, with her panties discarded, he could smell the scent of her arousal.
She leaned over to grab hold of the edge of the pen and swayed her hips invitingly, not that the chocobo needed any invitation. He rushed towards his willing mate and thrust his cock towards her rump. Tifa giggled lovingly as his cock missed its mark and slipped between her thighs. On his next attempt, it slid along the cleft of her ass cheeks, and then it bumped against her ass and slid to her side.
Tifa reached a hand between her thighs and spread her pussy lips to give the creature an easier target. It worked. He plunged inside of her so hard and went so deep that Tifa cried out in surprise. The chocobo paused briefly and regarded her with a curious cocking of its head. "Nooo, I’m sorry I screamed. Please don’t stop, I need you to breed me!" Tifa pleaded.
It was a moment before the chocobo got to work again. Tifa bit her bottom lip and let out a long, ragged breath. The cock inside of her felt unbelievable; she had never been filled up like this before in her life. As it stretched out her hole, it felt like every nerve in her cunt was electrified. She couldn’t tell if it was the zeio nut at work again or if his cock was just that incredible.
The chocobo’s thrusting accelerated as he worked his way deeper into her tunnel. He seemed determined to force the entirety of his inhumanly large tool inside of her sopping wet cunt. Tifa looked down and saw an enormous bulge in her abdomen where the chocobo was penetrating her. She wasn’t sure how much more she could physically handle, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away from the member that was giving her so much pleasure.
With a dramatic and powerful thrust, the chocobo bottomed out inside of her. Tifa’s whole body tensed up from an explosion of pleasure, along with the most curious sensation from her tingling womb. The chocobo’s cock pulsed powerfully again, and Tifa felt the warm sensation of his piping hot cum filling her fertile womb. The chocobo pulled out, and Tifa crumpled to the straw-covered ground, her body quaking in the aftershocks of her orgasm, while the chocobo humped the air above her and showered her with his semen.
The next morning, Cloud found Tifa curled up with the chocobo in the pen, a smile on her face, and a strange swelling in her abdomen.
"What’s so important that I had to come all the way from Wutai?" Yuffie asked.
"I’ll explain in a minute," Cloud replied. "Here, eat this and follow me." The ex-soldier punctuated his statement by tossing her a large nut.
"A zeio nut? Okay, whatever..." Yuffie cracked it open and popped the seeds into her mouth. "Gross, needs salt," she complained. Nonetheless, she chewed the nut and followed him into the barn. What she saw inside made her swallow the zeio nut in shock. Tifa was in one of the stable pens, completely naked but for a bit and bridle, and a hearty coating of semen. A blue-feathered chocobo had mounted her and was humping at her behind with abandon, causing her ass and tits to jiggle violently. Tifa’s stomach was completely bloated with the unmistakable bulge of pregnancy, and her tits dribbled droplets of milk as she was passionately fucked by the bird. The barmaid looked like she was in another world, where she was having the time of her life.
Yuffie didn’t know how to react. She was completely dumbfounded at the sight of her friend happily being fucked by an enormous animal. Then it hit her - a small, budding warmth deep in her abdomen, which waxed and waned with each breath.
Cloud grabbed the reins of a large, yellow-feathered chocobo and led it towards the ninja. Yuffie saw that the chocobo was clearly aroused and had an erection as long as her forearm protruding from its crotch. Yuffie licked her lips, and her hand slid into her shorts.
"I’ve been getting nothing but blues and greens from Tifa; I hope you can do better as a chocobo breeder. We’re not stopping until we get a gold chocobo." |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: games
Chapter 1: Hyrule Warriors - Future Hero
Link stood his ground, holding his arms ready, as a frenzied Ordon goat rushed at him. Just as the goat was about to make contact, Link determinedly grabbed it by its horns and pushed back hard and simultaneously to the side. They began to turn, the goat's charge stopped and its movement redirected, but something felt wrong. Link lost his footing, and suddenly he couldn't grasp the horns either, his hands just went through them. The blue sky and green pasture of Ordon Ranch suddenly fell into the golden, somber colors of dusk, then darkened completely, not just into night, but complete blackness and nothingness. The world around him vanished, until only Link was left.
That was when he woke up. He wasn't in his bed in Ordon Village anymore. With growing alarm, as if the dream hadn't ended, Link realized he was floating in blackness, with nothing anywhere around him. Then he fell.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" he cried out.
With a thud softer than he had expected, he landed somewhere.
"Welcome, Link," a voice said.
He stood up, and his attention was immediately drawn to the woman standing close by. She seemed to be a sorceress of some kind, judging by the spellbook she held in one hand and magic staff in the other. Her greenish eyes observed Link intently.
"I'm sorry... was that a little rough? This is the first time I've done something like this," the woman said. She wore an elaborate white robe, with some greenish gems as adornment, matching the color of her eyes. One of the gems, hanging from her necklace, was set just over her cleavage, and Link couldn't avert his eyes from her ample breasts.
Link didn't know what to say, but he gave a faint smile. He looked around, and it seemed they were in a large room in some kind of a mansion. Through open doorways and windows, he could see some hallways and stairs, as well as outside, with a thick forest surrounding the mansion.
"I'm... Cia," she continued. "I hope you don't think badly of me, but I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I just had to do something... naughty."
Link had already been at a loss for words, but he found himself even more perplexed when he saw the paintings on the walls of the room. They were of him, yet not him - slightly different in each painting, all wearing variations of unfamiliar green garb, none wearing anything resembling his Ordon clothes. Not even the one that, by his face, looked almost like his mirror image.
"So... I have to ask a favor of you, future Hero of Twilight. Make love to me. Then I will send you back to your home." There was a tinge of something else on her otherwise serene face when she said it.
Link stood in shock, mouth agape. An image of Ilia flashed before his eyes. Was he still dreaming?
"Um... here," Cia said, and lifted her staff. Out of thin air, the outlines of a bed came into view, made of white light. There were actual, real sofas in the room as well, but the bed didn't materialize into anything further. And it didn't look like a real bed or solid at all, until Cia took off her headdress and threw it onto the bed. It stayed on, as if the outlines of light were just highlighting an invisible object.
"Please?" she said. Her serene expression seemed to break into... sadness?
Link wasn't sure what to make of it. He hadn't been in a situation as weird as this before. So he went by instinct and... hugged her.
"Ah!" she moaned, out of surprise. But she quickly eased into the hug, and when she detached enough to look Link in the face, she had regained her composure. First, she touched Link's face, looking him into the eyes, then without a word, kissed him.
Link, for his turn, was surprised by the kiss, but it was certainly not unpleasant. Something that felt good and even familiar in this weird situation. So he kissed her back, took her light purple hair in his hand, and drew her tighter into himself. She didn't seem to need much help. The sorceress was eager, even hungry, and kissed Link sloppily.
He took a look at the curious headdress on the magicked bed, and its two white cones reminded him of her breasts. When he took hold of her ample bust, she moaned in encouragement. He peeled off the dress from her ample mounds, then pulled it down a little more. His eyes widened at the sight of her huge, round tits, before he covered them with his hands and kissed her again, teasing her nipples with his palms. She moaned lightly into the kiss.
Meanwhile, her hands wandered over his body, and into the hard lump in his pants, making Link groan in exchange.
"Mhmm... Let me..." she said, and kneeled down. She put her hands under his white shirt, embroidered with Ordon's insignia, to feel out his lean stomach. Then she pulled down Link's pants and underpants, and his rigid cock sprang into view. Her eyes and mouth opened with enthusiastic expectation, and she quickly wrapped her soft lips around the red head. She enjoyed its hardness in her mouth, playing with the head with her lips and tongue, making it slicker with her saliva. Then she detached, letting her outstretched tongue lap his length before taking a feel of it with her hand. Its hardness felt good to her touch, but she couldn't quite get a good grip of it, so she took it back in her mouth. A masculine scent filled her nose, and she could feel the red on her cheeks deepening. She really was giving oral sex to Link!
"Ungh!" groaned Link suddenly, and grabbed her by the hair. She thought he would push her further onto his length, but instead, he pulled her away. Before she could even react, his engorged meat twitched violently, and sprayed semen all over her face. She yelped in surprise and closed her eyes, but there was no stopping the torrent of sperm splashing on her skin, warm cum spraying all over her face and dripping over onto her chest. The white dress caught some of the stray spurts, while a lot of Link's load landed on the green-tinted necklace and gem and her large breasts.
Eventually, the spurts ended, and she wiped Link's cum off from her eyelids to open her eyes again. She met the sight of a heaving Link, looking at her happily.
"So soon..." she said softly, but even that made a few strands of cum snap off from her chin and drop onto her tits or the white dress. What a mess she must have been! She could feel his semen all over her face, tasting it from her lips, and when she looked down, she saw that the necklace and her breasts were haphazardly covered with strands of thick spooge as well. What was she going to do with it? A thick line of his cum still hung from the tip of his cock, and Cia extended her tongue to catch it, before taking his member back into her mouth and licking it clean. Then she wiped what she could of Link's sticky load onto the long, decorated sleeves of her dress, and took off the separated upper part to wipe the necklace clean. She would have to worry about the mess later. She threw the upper part, the sperm-stained sleeves, and the necklace away, and decided she should take off the rest of her dress as well.
Link watched in silent appreciation as the Guardian of Time stripped in front of him, the remains of his orgasm still fresh on her face and glistening on her partially-wiped bust. As she bent down to remove the lower parts of her dress, her heavy mammaries hung down with enchanting beauty, and Link was only drawn from the view when Cia revealed her light purple pubic hair, highlighting her womanhood. It was a color unlike what he had seen before, although it matched the sorceress' hair.
While she moved to remove her cumbersome-looking stockings and boots, Link decided he was overdressed for the occasion, and with a couple of swift movements, stripped off his Ordon garb in a few seconds. Before Cia could even start, he moved to her and lifted her back up, kissing her on the lips.
"Ah... It's hard again?.." she uttered, as her hand brushed against his renewed erection. Link didn't reply; he just kissed her again, letting one hand wander over her elaborate stockings, brushing past patches of revealed skin and fabric. Then he guided her towards the bed made of light, or made visible with lines of light. Before pushing her onto it, he tested it with his hand. The invisible air between the lines of light felt solid, not exactly soft, but not rock-hard either, unlike his member.
She eagerly lay down on the magic bed, and Link bent over her. He kissed her again, taking all the time they needed, lips locking and leaving, then finding each other again, their tongues playing together. Eventually, she pressed his head down to her breasts, and he kissed them with equal care, adoring the skin of her ample bust with his lips, playing with her nipples, and tasting his cum on her. His hands could not get enough of her thighs, her hips, her butt, while she felt his back and ruffled his golden blonde hair. She could feel her wetness dripping out, and her breathing grew heavier.
"Link... ah... do it," she finally pleaded. Link halted her oral affections, rose up, and looked at her with his deep blue eyes, then positioned his cock at her entrance. With a swift thrust, he was in, and Cia moaned, and kept moaning softly as Link got into a steady rhythm, making her boobs jiggle in pace with his thrusts. They kept at it for a good while, slightly adjusting their position every now and then, with Link lifting one or both of her stocking-clad legs up now and then.
The light-bed wasn't quite as comfortable as a real bed would have been, and eventually, Cia pushed Link off and guided him to one of the sofas, with a red cushion. Her wetness was trailing down her thighs as they walked, wettening the stockings, and dripping down Link's rigid dick. Before she could turn back to him, he guided her to lean down onto the sofa, and entered her from behind. His hands were everywhere as he fucked her, caressing her round butt, taking hold of her hanging breasts, and trailing across her back.
Cia felt flushed, sweaty, and slightly out of her head; she could only moan and encourage Link to go on in response to his pounding, but the position was still lacking something. So she quickly turned around and lay down on the red sofa, facing Link again. Without missing a beat, he kissed her and groped her breasts again, and took hold of her thighs as he drove his cock back inside her. She could see that there was a feral lust in him now, almost beast-like, even on his young face. He looked at her hungrily, and thrust into her hard and fast, and Cia could feel undulating tremors inside her, squeezing her chest harder than Link was squeezing her breast, until an explosion burst forth from inside her. She moaned and yelled loud and hard, grasping Link and drawing him tightly onto her, and somehow she managed to plead him to keep going, feeling herself pulse against his hard organ as it moved in her.
Suddenly, it was over. She breathed heavily, and there was an overwhelming warmth all over her body. She realized she was staring at the red backrest of the sofa, and she looked back at Link just at the moment he let out a guttural groan and grimaced. With a quick motion, he withdrew from her, and with another deep groan, he came, his twitching member sending another load of cum all over Cia. His thick spurts covered her naked skin from waist to heaving breasts, with a stray strand even landing on her face, but most of his abundant seed splashed on her tummy or round tits, with some trailing down her sides or flying over onto the sofa. In her post-orgasmic haze, she couldn't help but giggle at it, how he was somehow able to cover most of her body with his white spunk.
When he was spent, he opened his eyes and looked at her with tired, satisfied bliss, taking in the sight of her beauty adorned with his copious semen, her gorgeous tits now decorated twice with his heavy load. Exhausted, he dropped to his side onto the sofa, his cock still dripping the last of his load onto her stocking. She tried out the crisscrossing web of sticky spooge with her fingers, and brought it to her mouth for a taste.
It had been exhilarating. Arousing. Invigorating. Yet also... disappointing. As Cia lay there, strewn with Link's seed, she felt like something was missing. Despite the exhausted Hero draping his arm over her thoroughly cum-coated body, it didn't feel real. And it wasn't enough. She had to send this Link back to the Twilight Era to preserve the timeline, and then she would be alone again...
She needed power. More power. And then she would set forth events that would reveal the soul of the Hero in this era. She would exert her own influence on the timeline, not just to observe it, but to be part of it. She would be part of Hyrule's history. But first, she could have some more fun with this Link before sending him back... |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: games
Chapter 1
Zelda II: Adventure of Link - Vibrant Red by Streti, [email protected]
Hyrule had indeed grown dangerous again. Even though Ganon was gone, his minions had crept from their lairs and roamed the fields, forests, and caverns of the kingdom. None dared travel the roads of Hyrule alone, except the chosen hero, Link. But even he was at the limit of his strength. He had ventured into a dark cave and been surprised by the creatures lurking in the darkness. After barely escaping with his life, he was now trudging on to the nearest town, Rauru. Maybe he could find some hearts or a potion shop there.
The town of Rauru had a peaceful atmosphere despite the troubled times. Link made his way past the townsfolk and sturdy-looking log houses, until a beautiful woman in a red dress caught his attention. Her gaze focused on him as well, and when Link was about to walk past her, she said, "Please let me help you. Come inside."
Before Link could even say anything, she had already started for the door of her house, and Link inadvertently rested his gaze on her swaying hips. With little hesitation, he followed her through the doorway.
The house was surprisingly spacious from the inside, but Link didn't feel like thinking about the size of the house when the woman was already waiting a little further away by a wooden bed. The woman was even more beautiful up close. She had long black hair falling against her back, curious blue eyes, and a red ribbon around her neck. She was buxom as well, and the red dress did little to conceal the shape of her full breasts, straining tightly over them and offering cleavage generously. Her nipples, Link was surprised to see, were poking through the fabric.
"I saw that you were tired. I can restore your life," she said with a playful tone in her voice, lifting her dress to give Link a view of her round thigh and white underwear. "I am Sily."
Link was about to reply, but she said, "Link, I know," and gave a wink.
He nodded, more as an acknowledgment, but Sily took it as agreement, and approached him with confidence. She rested her body against Link's, strong and taller than her, and tried his lips with hers, feeling the heat radiate from her cheeks. He breathed heavily, she went "Mmm," then tried to remove his shirt. It was a tight fit, though, so she settled on kissing his chest through his shirt, and then moving on.
"Oh, you're all hard already. Am I that nice?" she asked as she felt Link's lump through his pants, and he sighed something that sounded like a positive response.
With a swift motion, Sily dragged Link's pants down, making his rod spring up, out in the open. As Link watched on eagerly, she first took hold of his meat and dragged his foreskin back. The head revealed in its entirety, she then gave it a kiss, followed by a few licks, making Link's stomach squirm with excitement. Then she took it in her mouth, dragging her lips along the head to the shaft, taking her mouth back and then forward again, with her hands caressing his calves or buttocks, or Link's ball bag, and he was enjoying it all.
Sily was enjoying her blowjob herself as well. His scent was strong, overpowering, his quiet sounds of pleasure lovely to her sensitive elven ears, and the silky feel of his hard cock in her mouth exciting. Her pussy was already yearning for attention, but the most she could do now was to knead her tits in self-inflicted frustration. He would be no good to her in this state anymore, since he was obviously getting near already, probably due to the unreleased pressure built up during his travels.
He was backed up indeed, and Sily soon found that out when he came, first groaning helplessly and then with full frenzy as his tension went beyond his breaking point. With shocks in his spine, his cock first spurted its loads in her mouth, then slipped out from between her lips, still spasming, spraying Sily's face and chest with thick blasts of his cum, and she giggled under his rain of semen. It flew everywhere, covering her face with stripes of spooge, with some in her hair, and a lot covering the bare skin of her chest and cleavage, making a mess of the red dress around her busts as well. With a final, profound groan, Link was spent and dazed, and looked back down at Sily.
Sily's face was dripping with cum, with strands resting on and seeping into her hair and dripping down her locks. Ropes of spooge ran down her forehead to the sides of her nose, her cheeks and lips splattered with stray loads. The sticky, yet viscous spunk gathered from her face to her chin, drooping from there onto her chest, which was already thoroughly splotched with seed. She was letting the copious load in her mouth drool out as well, joining the spunk dripping down from her chin. Protein loads covered her round tits, on her skin as well as on the dress, and more was trailing down her cleavage, with the wet sperm making its way past her breasts and wetting the dress clinging onto her skin. The beautiful full mounds were splattered with thick white cum, and the beautiful red dress was a jizzed-up mess, covered with white jism and dark splotches where Link's man milk had seeped into the fabric. Link's cock was still dripping sperm, right on front of her face, on which there was one obvious feeling underneath the semen - lust.
While Link was still heaving with the exertion, Sily stood up to her full height and undid the sash around her dress. Then, for a tease, she lifted up the dress, and revealed her thighs and stomach, only to let it back down again. Link gulped as she pushed her shoulder straps over her shoulders and finally, pushed the top of the dress down to reveal those beautiful tits, jiggling as they came free from the dress's hold. She slipped the dress quickly down her body, with both her tits and the strands of sperm hanging down when she bent, then lifted the jumble back up and casually wiped most of Link's cum on her skin onto the skirt.
Noticing Link's look, she said, "Oh, don't worry. I have another."
Now she was pretty much presentable again, although maybe not too respectable, standing there only in her underwear and the red ribbon around her neck, looking expectantly at Link with a few remains of his sperm glistening on her face and chest. Considering how much he still had on, he managed to undress quite quickly, and the naked pair was quickly together again in an embrace, their naked skin brushing against the other's as they kissed again. Link's hands found their way to her busts, feeling their lovely form and smooth curve, teasing the erect nipples. Now that he was naked, she loved to feel up his strong frame as well. Her hand went to his meat, but it didn't feel like it would be quite up yet. Link's hands had a similar destination, though, making their way past her stomach, with a little roundness, onto her ass, and with the other hand, creeping over her underwear, exciting her. He could feel her wetness as he grasped her clothed crotch, and after a few rubs, he maneuvered the cloth to the side and slid two fingers between Sily's wet, swollen pussy lips, exciting her more.
The feeling of her hot cunt around his was turning him on as well, and their kiss intensified as he finger-fucked her wetness. Then Link took to her breasts, suckling the other and kneading the other with his free hand, all the while not relenting at her sex, and quite soon, he felt himself hardening again.
"Ah! No more!" she exclaimed and withdrew to the bed, undressed her wet underwear and threw herself on the bed on her side, spreading her legs and then her needy lips with her fingers. Link gave his cock a few strokes and happily jumped onto the bed, and soon he was on his side, behind her on the bed, guiding his piece into her black-framed cove. Her flesh accepted him eagerly, and Link started fucking her, holding her leg in the air, extending his other arm around her to get another feel of those fantastic tits. She whimpered in pace with his pounding, getting overpowered with her need and the sensations from her cock-filled pussy.
Amid sounds of passion, they worked each other, flesh slapping and grinding against flesh, their sweaty skin pressing together, spiced with kisses, licks, caresses, and gropes, both from him and her, swirling around the previously made bed so frantically that it was getting quite unmade. Sily stretched herself over the bed, handing her head over the edge as Link kept thrusting into her, Link took her in his lap and they fucked like that for a while, sharing a long, needy kiss, and Sily took to riding him, bouncing her body forward and back as she leaned over him, with her tits swinging sensually when not in Link's grasp.
The pace of their lovemaking had casually been picking up speed, with the feeling of unattainable bliss growing more urgent in Sily's moans, and Link's groans becoming more strained. Link was fucking her from behind, leaning forcefully against her back, with her long black hair brushed to the side, his pelvis slapping against her round butt, and Sily was supporting Link with her back, loving the feel of his hard gropes on her breasts and his hard cock pounding in her pussy, parting her flesh again and again, with her fluids running down her thighs, her swollen lips aching for more, their skin slick with sweat.
"Oh! Oh yes!" she exclaimed and extended a hand to aid her climax, giving her sensitive clit soft rubs while Link's tool went in and out her pussy. That did the trick, and she snapped, her back arching and her head swinging low in a futile effort to weather her blissful wracking, drool escaping from the side of her mouth.
"Come inside! I want your cum!" she yelled at Link, ecstatic. He might have done so anyway, since he was barely holding out in the hold of Sily's spasming pussy, coaching his cock for its seed, and with a roar of defeat, he surrendered to his climax, his balls sending copious loads of sperm into Sily's cove, who moaned in delight at the feeling of Link's warm spunk filling her insides. Link grunted again and again as his shaft unloaded inside her, until he felt completely drained, and fell to Sily's side on the bed. Sily collapsed as well, exhausted and satisfied, with some of Link's load starting to spill out from her.
"That was... great," Sily heaved. "Please come back... whenever, huff, you need me." She was an incredibly sexy sight, lying on her side on the bed, her naked body flustered and sweaty. Even her full, round ass moved in pace with her exhausted pants. Her legs were bent on the side, giving an open view of her behind and nether regions, as if her body language was begging Link to spoon her, fuck her, fill her hot snatch again. Some of Link's thick, creamy load was running down from her swollen, red, and wet pussy onto her thigh, with her nether regions already glistening wet with the sex fluids she had spilled during their lovemaking.
Link was in no rush to get away, but he certainly felt like his life energy had come back. Soon he turned over to Sily to cuddle and kiss her, wrapping his arm around her and fondling her tits. Just a little rest to settle his sexual exhaustion, and he would be ready to take on the followers of darkness again. He would come back, however, many times, to Sily and women like her in other villages. It would also mean that there would be many more Links in the years to come.
~The End~
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This is a fanfic story.
Genre: games
Chapter 1
Link flicked a pebble into the water, creating a small splash and a few ripples on the still surface.
"Careful, you'll scare the fish... oh, never mind," Hena sighed with frustration, her face long with boredom. Link had been coming to the fishing hole often, and she had started accompanying him sometimes, even when he paid just the standard fee. He seemed to respond well to her flirtation, and even now, he sometimes looked over at her. He was quite handsome.
The fish hadn't been biting at all today. Maybe it would have been a little better if they had taken the boat out, but usually, there was enough fish to catch from the bridge at the end of the pond, where they were sitting.
She was reminded that she hadn't had a good time for a few days, as her eyes wandered down his body. She forced her eyes back to the water, where Link was trying to attract some fish by moving the lure. Her heart pounded with the thoughts in her head as she watched the eventless pond idly, reflecting the gray clouds and sky above, with not even one single bright ray of the sun coming through.
"Link, let's not waste any more time on this and do something more fun instead, okay? Put the rod down." A little surprised, he reeled the line in, and just as soon as he put the rod to his side, Hena lunged at him. He met her eager kiss off guard, but soon their mouths fit together, and her hand fished under his tunic for his other rod. After giving the lump in his pants a few fondles, she quickly undid his belt buckle with one hand. He had some sort of armor under the tunic as well, and his pants proved impossible to remove in his position.
"Now lie down, will you?" she urged him with her best teasing expression, and he managed to follow, turning around so that his legs weren't hanging over the ledge of the bridge anymore. With the help of his upthrust waist, she managed to yank his pants down to his knees, followed by his underpants.
He must still have been a little surprised, because he hadn't had the time to get hard yet. She didn't let that discourage her, and licked the length of the soft penis, then took the limp meat in her mouth, while caressing Link's likewise limply hanging ballsack, and to her satisfaction, Link's dick soon sprang up in the workings of her mouth.
She took her mouth off the almost hard cock to look at it, and she could now pull the foreskin off the head. Link groaned when she wrapped her lips around the sensitive glans, and she resumed sucking and licking him. As she lapped and lavished his erection, it kept slowly getting firmer and bigger, and she could soon taste his precum besides the male taste of his rod.
Suddenly Link yelped sharply and thrust his waist up, driving his cock deeper into her mouth. She was already moving up also, and lifted her head higher up, eyes wide, worried that she had hurt his piece. But it was apparently the bridge that had assaulted his butt. With a deep sigh and charming smile, he stood up, rubbing his butt.
"You could have said something," commented Hena, and knee-walked right in front of him, with his hardness pointing straight forward, looking sexy, slick, and shiny. It was like a thick, red sword, with its sharp point and little difference in the thickness of the head and the shaft. He heaved with sensation when she took him back in her mouth and stroked him with her hand. Her fishing hat was still snugly in her head, turned back a little, but now Link could see her well, so she wanted to give him something to see. Once in a while, she rubbed his sloppy cock all over her face and then returned to sucking him off, or kissed and licked his shaft showily, and he seemed to like what he saw.
She knew that at any time, just about anyone could enter the fishing hole, and with a quick look, see her sucking off the half-naked Link over at the bridge, but barely anyone besides Link came by anymore in these dangerous times. The small risk of getting caught also made her more excited, with her body getting hot and her fanny feeling dripping wet.
Link had been groaning and letting out little aghs, with his cock and balls tensing, and she was wondering about what to do with his cum. Stroke him off to the pond, or take off her neck scarf and wrap it around his cock as he came? She decided to continue as is and let him come in her mouth. Soon the moment came, but she almost gagged already with his first jet. Then his member sprang out from her mouth and slapped against her face, sending a rope of spunk over her forehead and between her eyes, until the grunting Link took hold of his rod - only to stroke it right in front of her face. She instinctively squeezed her eyes tightly shut, so she couldn't see it when he spewed his load on her, but it felt like the hot sticky stuff was splashing all over her face.
The taste of his cum was already strong in her mouth, and more kept splashing against her partially open lips, and in the heat of the moment, she could only smack her slimy lips together. And not only that, she could feel the milky slime dripping down her cheeks, nose, and chin down to her scarf, chest, and shirt. She wiped the cum from her right eyelid to her hand, although there was more on her forehead and eyebrow, but it flowed down mostly down the side of her nose. She looked up at Link, heaving with his spent, still cum-dripping cock in front of her face.
Hena tried to imagine what she looked like with her face covered with his spunk, and doubted she would have seen that kind of amazed admiration on his face if she had wanked him off to the pond. She did feel nasty and sexy with her face wet with his sperm, and horny... when she took his slimy tool briefly in her mouth, it still felt mostly hard.
"This wasn't exactly what I had in mind," she said, some of the cum still dripping to her chest. "Hope you have enough strength to get naked for me, Link."
He started right away, sitting down to remove his boots and pants, and Hena untied the scarf around her neck. It had received some of his semen, but was still clean enough to clean off most of his spunk from her face and chest, even if it left a wet feel.
When she was done, she threw the cum-drenched scarf in a jumble to the ground and started to unstrap her overalls. He was already halfway naked, taking off his cap and tunic. Hena sat down to remove her boots, and watched as Link stripped the last of his garments, now wearing only his usual sort of naively optimistic goofy expression. He looked good, however, the sparkle in his eyes and his lean, slightly muscled body, standing proudly... although his penis was drooping down. Couldn't be helped now, she would just have to get it up again. She removed her overalls, which really did cover quite a lot, and when they were gone, there wasn't a lot left. She stood back up, just in her underpants, red shirt, and hat, the form of her body pretty much revealed to him. Her chest was modest, but she knew she had sexy wide hips in exchange, so she was pretty much even with her sister Iza, who proudly displayed her ample chest while her middle body had slightly less curve than Hena.
Link seemed to appreciate the sight of her, at least, as he walked over to her, his eyes drawing in her thighs, waist, and the slightly open red shirt, wettened a little with his white seed. This time it was he that initiated the kiss, while he threw away her hat and started tugging the hem of her shirt up. She eagerly felt up his firm body, until she had to stop to let him tug her shirt up over her, revealing her pert breasts into plain sight. He seemed to like them enough to start kissing and fondling them, especially her nipples, which he nibbled between his lips and flicked with his tongue. She was reminded that anybody could waltz in and see them in an even more precarious situation than before, especially in a few moments if he was going to do what she wanted, and she had no doubt he would. She wondered how it would feel to have the fantastical guys, patrolling Zoras or Hyrule guards, or even the postman come in and see her having sex with Link, and she suddenly moaned with the naughty feeling.
Something came, but it wasn't a person. She felt light drops of water on her bare skin, and seeing the tiny ripples on the pond surface, realized it was starting to rain. She didn't want to go anywhere, however, not unless it came pouring down, and neither did he, still infatuated with her tits while she stroked his dick and was pleased to find it returning to full strength.
Hena had had enough. She brushed his hands off, and suddenly leaped up at him, and he was only barely able to take a hold of her, trying to remain on his feet after she had disturbed his balance, and badly. However, his feet held, and his hold did as well, even when she did her best to disturb him further with a hungry kiss. She took a short pause to guide his cock into her as he lowered her down a little. After a few fumbles of him lowering her in the wrong time and his meat sliding along her thighs and her trying to guide him without seeing anything, she managed to fit his eager manhood into her wet cove, sliding in pleasurably. They got into a rhythm, and fastened their pace quicker than the rain, kissing all the while. The warm rain showered their bodies lightly as they rubbed together, his shaft probing her flesh.
After a while of lap-fucking in their mutual embrace, Hena could feel Link's hold weakening and becoming more uncertain. Reluctantly, she slowed down to a full stop, and then dismounted him, robbing her wet pussy of his hard erection, a string of their fluids stretching between the two sexes as they parted. There was a grassy patch near the bridge, and they walked there, the feeling of the rain lovely on their naked skin, their bodies wet yet warm with the light shower. She pressed him down and made him moan when she mounted him again, and the feminine reaction of the handsome youth amused her. The heat was spreading in her own body, the blush felt on her cheeks and simultaneously hot and cold sensations ran through her spine as the movements of her waist pleasured her on his hardness. During their lovemaking, they got even wetter, rainwater dripping from her hair, and his body slippy and glistening. Soon he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, their wet, joined bodies pressing together.
Not content to let him just lay there, she rolled off from him and looked at him sideways, expecting his eyes sharp with masculine lust and his chest heaving. She pressed her chest and face to the wet grass, smelling its autumnal savor. She heard him sigh with admiration at her upthrust butt, deservedly, as he got behind her, and she let out a sigh of her own as he fed his piece into her sheath. Soon he was fucking her with vigor, and was as relentless as the rain, pouring down on them.
After a while, both he and the clouds relented. He leaned over her and snaked his hands between the ground and her breasts, moving himself slower in her in the new position, and after drenching them and their clothes, water running down their naked bodies and hair, the rain was letting up. When he briefly detached from her, she rolled on her back and spread her legs again to invite him back in, and soon he lay on top of her, his hard cock filling her again and again, her own hand caressing her mons in pace with him. Raindrops were still running down their faces as they gazed at each other, amazed and enamored, eyes wide to absorb every detail and mouths slightly open, letting out little puffs of mist amongst the few still falling raindrops as they gasped and heaved from time to time.
"Just a little while... oh... yes..." she urged against his pants, letting her mind wander free, until she was gasping with every breath and getting ever hotter and tenser, frigging herself with desperate urgency as Link fucked her at his limit, groaning with his strain, until a sudden pulse went through her body and her eyes spread wide only to squeeze shut again. Her snatch spasmed around his cock, but it slipped away anyway. "No... Keep... urg!" she tried, but it was too late for her and too late for him as well, with his splooge splashing against her frigging hand, and more coming on her rocking stomach, bliss flaring from between her legs through her spine everywhere into her body. She was still twitching and moaning when the splashes on her body ended, but then he plugged his slimy tool back into her and let it rest there, leaking the last of his seed in her snatch.
She was hot, weak, and wet all over. The rainwater had partially dried off, but now her skin felt sweaty, and she could definitely feel the wetness of his cum everywhere on her skin, especially the hand and arm resting over her body. She tried her breasts with her hand, and absent-mindedly twirled the slime on them around with her fingers. It was on her stomach and running down her sides to the wet grass, and added to that was the wet, warm feeling in her pussy, still encasing his cock after he had plugged the cum-dripping meat back into her.
A little weakly, she lifted her head and saw his hazy look, and then confirmed with her eyes that there was as much spunk sprayed on her body as it felt like. Maybe it was better not having all that dripping from her.
"Well? ahh... aren't you going to clean it up...hh?" she managed, although a little weakly. After a little surprise, he took her suggestion literally, and started licking and kissing his cum from her body, moving upwards, and she giggled at it all, lowering her head again and resting as he lapped her tits mostly clean with his tongue and lips. But before she knew it, he pressed his sperm-covered lips on hers, and dribbled some of the load mixed with his saliva into her mouth, after which they shared a cummy kiss, his hand absent-mindedly caressing her sensitive and now only slightly spunk-sheeny skin.
Afterwards, Hena took their wet clothes into the cabin to dry up, and they didn't bother with any replacements, instead opting for a naked swim in the pond, and after that, she was hungry for more sex, and he was more than obliging, and in no rush to leave. After the ice had been broken, they had sex again several times every now and then when he came around, and whether he fished or she reeled him in to relieve her boredom, they both enjoyed their sporadic relationship.
THE END |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: games
Chapter 1
Zelda's Diary
by Moranos the Vala
This is the story of how a young Princess Zelda enslaved a young peasant boy named Link. This story takes place a few years before the events of Twilight Princess.
Chapter One
14 March, Year 1672 of the Third Age
Dear Diary,
Yesterday was my 15th birthday! It was an amazing day, but I wish my father wouldn't go through so much fuss on my account. He makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world, but I have to remember what my mother told me: I can never lose sight of my own privilege. I should be humble, and I should learn to care for all the subjects of the realm of Hyrule.
Anyway, yesterday was the big party! I saw this cute boy there, from the Ordon woods. I think his name was Link. He'd come to deliver a gift of some sort from the village, and I made them let him stay for the party. He wouldn't stop beaming at me; he was rather adorable, but he's only 9 or 10 years old. Silly boy! I don't know why I'm remembering this so much when there were so many fun things happening all day. It was a festival! The guards and knights did a huge demonstration, with sparring and everything! But I still showed them up when it came to archery; my father wishes I wouldn't do that, but I just love to shoot. And I'm good at it! So there...
Anyway, today was actually just as interesting as my actual birthday. Today was the day that Lady Impa gave me my own key to the secret Royal library. It's this rather grand room, deep and dark near the foundations of the castle. There are scrolls and books and papers going back thousands of years! It's breathtaking to know that my ancestors' words are written there. I couldn't wait to learn more; I mean, I know the histories pretty well, and the stories about the Goddess Hylia, the Sky People, the Hero of Time, the sealing of Ganon, and the Sacred Realm. But I couldn't wait to read it all in their own words! I mean, hundreds of years ago, there was another Princess named Zelda! I'm so lucky to have been born into this family with its amazing history.
Time for bed! I have to be ready for tomorrow.
15 March
Dear Diary,
I don't even know where to begin. I was going through old scrolls from the very beginning of the Third Age, from the time when Ganondorf was executed for trying to steal the Triforce from the Sacred Realm. I didn't know; the Hero of Time, his name was Link. Just like that boy from the other day. I thought it was probably nothing, but I went back farther and found records from even earlier, and the legendary hero who fought Demise; his name was Link, too. And it was always some peasant child, or fairy kid from the woods.
I need to see this boy again. I'm not sure what this is all about, but I'm scared that something awful is going to happen, again. Maybe I'll tell the chef that I want pumpkin pie from those fantastic pumpkins from the Ordon village.
16 March
Dear Diary,
I found some weird notes in the histories, more stuff I didn't know before. Ganondorf wasn't killed; I mean, I would have had him beheaded, but for some reason, the seven sages decided to imprison him in something called the Twilight Realm. I'm not sure what that is yet, and I'm not sure I want to ask Impa about it yet either! She already thinks I'm snooping around too much into things that are too grown-up for me, but I'm 15 now, I can handle it.
But here's the good news: I convinced my father that it would be wonderful to have pumpkin pies! The chef has already sent an order to the village, specifically requesting that charming young delivery boy to bring pumpkins for his Princess; so, now I wait.
18 March
Dear Diary,
Oh, wow, so much to tell today. Link and his cousin, I think it's his cousin, arrived with a wagon load of pumpkins to be made into pies. But when they were done unloading, I asked if Link would like to tour the castle, and of course, he said yes! I promised his cousin that he would be a guest of the Royal court for the day, and that we'd send him back safely.
I showed him everything: my chambers, my father's chambers, the throne room, the secret library, the kitchens, the stables, the towers and battlements, and even the catacombs and sewers under the castle. We even did some shooting, and I have to say, he's quite talented. Even Impa had to admit that he took to the bow very naturally.
I think he enjoyed his day, but he seemed sort of more interested in me. It's not surprising; I mean, I'm a princess, after all, and an incredibly good-looking one, to boot. I have to be careful, or he'll wind up with a huge crush on me. Which reminds me...
I went through the archives again this morning. I found references to at least two more heroic figures named Link, and what's more, I found a sketch by one of my ancestors of the Hero of Time. He looks exactly like the Link I know.
And the Link I know is staying at the palace tonight. We lost track of time, and the stablemaster didn't want him to take a pony back at night, so we're waiting until tomorrow. I guess I'll have some more time with him in the morning. I wonder if he knows anything; he seems rather dense, but honorable and sweet.
19 March, Morning
Dear Diary,
Oh dear...
I looked in on him while he was sleeping. Or, rather, I thought he was sleeping. I snuck into his room and found him playing with himself. His eyes were closed, and he was mumbling my name over and over as he stroked his cock.
I was so surprised I couldn't move. It was big, too big for a boy his age, and he was using both hands. He was sitting there on the edge of his bed, about to cum, right when I walked in. I was quiet, and he didn't hear the door open, and I just stood there with my hands over my mouth! But then he looked at me...
He tried to run away, but I stopped him. I hugged him, I told him it was okay, nothing to be ashamed of. Impa has taught me so much about sex, all the things my mother would have, if she were still here. But I was so curious.
I led him back to the bed, and tried to tuck him in. But his cock just stood there, making a tent out of the covers. I knew he'd never get to sleep.
I reached in and grabbed it. I didn't really know what I was thinking, and I still don't, but I figured it would help, and besides, I was fascinated by it, by him, by the way it made me feel when he was masturbating while thinking about me.
It all happened so quickly; he was about to cum, and I didn't know if he would ejaculate; he's so young. So, I just put it in my mouth. He came so quickly, and there was so much. I swallowed it all.
He tried to hide under the covers, but I kissed him on the forehead and told him it was "just a dream" and that everything would be okay in the morning, and that he shouldn't speak of it.
I was so wet when I went to bed, but now I have to get up and see him again. I wonder what will happen. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: games
Chapter 1
Taking the same exit that Link had used to enter the castle, Zelda managed to sneak out. Wearing a cloak to conceal herself, she quickly made a mental note that the guards all had terrible eyesight, and she swiftly clambered over the walls and into the town. She had only one destination in mind: the ranch a short distance south of the town, which supplied all of Hyrule's Castle Town with its milk. There was a smooth, delicious taste and texture that the young princess could not get enough of, and so she wanted a sample from the source.
Evading the watchful eyes of the guards in the town, as well as the nosy people who would recognize her if they saw her clearly, she quickly made her way through the gates and into Hyrule Field. She saw the ranch on the horizon and figured that it would take the better part of a day to get there. Not wasting any time, she set out and indeed arrived at the gateway at dusk.
Once Zelda walked into the ranch, she heard the most wonderful sound. Song-like cries could be heard from deeper in the ranch, out in the pasture. Walking by the barn, Zelda squinted out into the enclosure and saw a young girl, maybe a bit younger than herself, on her knees doing something. Listening closer, she figured that the girl was the one making the sounds.
The other girl's back was turned to the buildings, and so Zelda cautiously approached, one step at a time. As she got closer, Zelda could see that the girl was not wearing anything under her dress - no panties in sight. Not only that, but she was sliding an object into her butt with one hand, and her other hand was moving along something in front of her. Zelda, being the curious girl that she was, decided not to say anything and continued her approach to get a better view of the lewd scene, but her foot slipped, and she fell forward hard, colliding with the girl.
Zelda looked down at her, and she looked back up. Silence. Zelda quickly scrambled off.
"I-I-I-I'm so sorry!" Zelda quickly blurted out, turning away, the orange hue of the sun not hiding her red face at all. "I-I just wanted to ask you... something..."
The redhead girl, equally flustered that she was caught in the act, and in such a vulnerable way, also got to her feet and fixed her dress but refused eye contact. "I-I'm fine. M-my name is Malon."
"Oh! My name is Ze... Zorldo."
"That's a funny name," Malon chimed, as she tried (and failed) to hide a large glass bottle behind herself. "If you need something, my father is inside the house."
"W-well, I was actually wondering what you were doing."
Malon's face turned as red as her hair. "I was just tending to the horses. That's all."
"...That's a lie."
"...Can you keep a secret from everybody?" Malon shuffled in closer. "Just between us girls?"
"Yeah, of course," Zelda's interest thoroughly peaked now.
"Well, okay..." Malon pulled her dress up, showing a small, delicate organ just protruding from her crotch. Zelda's eyes widened. "I was born with both girl and boy parts. I just look more like a girl, so that's what I am."
The penis throbbed dully. "May I see it closer?" Zelda inquired, getting on her knees for a better look. It reminded her of a mix of a soldier's lance and the Goombas that Peach had shown her once, but with extra skin around the tip. It was fully erect at four inches and was also quite thin. It was accompanied by a small scrotum with two disproportionately large testicles floating inside, which Zelda reached out and gently grabbed, eliciting a moan above her. Moving that aside, she also saw a small vulva with two large, puffy lips on either side of a tiny clitoral hood. All of her genitalia was brushed with fine hairs. Zelda also saw an object wedged in her butthole, an instrument of some kind. "What's in your butt?"
"I-it's an ocarina. A fairy boy came by earlier, but left it behind, so I... reused it."
Fairy boy...? She must mean...!
"W-well, you've seen mine, so now I get to see yours!"
"What! It's nothing you haven't seen before," said Zelda bashfully.
"Not like this before! Come on, please?"
"...Okay..." Zelda conceded, as she lifted her cloak and dress to reveal her white, royal crest panties and thigh-high stockings.
"So, you are Princess Zelda?" Malon murmured up, as she knelt down and pulled aside the white cotton to reveal the treasure. Capped with fine, dirty blonde hairs, Zelda's pussy was quite a bit more developed than Malon's. Her inner labia were more pronounced, and the clitoris jutted out violently. As the young redhead admired the royal treasure, a thin strand trickled out of Zelda's pussy, dripping onto the grass below. "You seem to like this," Malon said with an evil smile, as she licked the juice off the older girl's pussy.
"Ah! M-Malon! What are-"
"I'm just cleaning you up, Your Highness. That's all." Malon proceeded to lick along the length of the pussy folds and occasionally kiss her clit. Malon even slid a wet finger slightly into Zelda's small rosebud and felt her squirm. All the while, Malon herself was impaling herself on Link's ocarina, forcing her ass open, and stroking her cock in rhythm. In between tastes of Zelda, Malon sputtered out, "Zelda, I hope you can keep this a secret too, but I am where the creaminess of the milk comes from. When I feel really good, I make the white cream that we put in the milk."
"R-really? I want to drink it!" Zelda cried out, pulling away from Malon's mouth.
"But it's not in a bottle yet!" Zelda got on her hands and knees and crawled towards Malon.
"I want to drink it from its source," she whispered. "You can lick me while I lick you." Zelda lifted her leg over Malon's head and positioned her own head at the shaft stabbing the air.
As Malon did as she did before, Zelda focused on the penis. She softly licked the foreskin folds crowning the tip, making Malon twitch. With one hand caressing Malon's heavy balls and the other tickling her girlish folds, Zelda lightly bobbed her head along the length of the shaft. Meanwhile, Malon firmly wedged her nose in Zelda's ass, while her tongue viciously attacked the folds below it. Redoubling her efforts, Zelda sank her head deeper onto Malon's cock. In return, Malon shifted her attention to the love button jutting out. As they each tried to outperform the other, it was quite apparent that neither would last long.
Zelda broke first. Feeling a rush, she felt dull pulses grow in her core that grew stronger and stronger, until the dam broke. She sprayed fluid all over the young redhead's face, in wave after wave of royal pussy juice. Seeing that her efforts paid off, Malon quickly followed suit. With the same dull flame that burned brighter with every passing second, she erupted her hot semen deep into the mouth of her lover. Pulse after pulse of life-filled, creamy semen quickly filled up Zelda's throat and poured into her stomach.
After a few minutes of catching their breaths, the two lay on the grass together, hand in hand.
"What now?" Malon asked softly. "You are a princess, and I am just a farm girl. We live worlds apart. We can't-"
"Shh," Zelda cooed. "I'll come back and visit as often as I can. I snuck out before, and I can do it again. For now, how about I take a bottle of your finest," she said with a wink.
Malon smiled. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: cartoons
Chapter 1
"Do you really have to go, Dad?" Zephyr asked his father as he saddled up Achilles.
"Yes, son," Phoebus said to Zephyr, "I need to attend my cousin's funeral. I'd take you with me, but let's just say my family's not a fan of your mother's line of work."
"But not you, right?" Zephyr inquired.
"Wouldn't have married her if I wasn't," Phoebus replied with a chuckle.
After sharing a hearty laugh, Phoebus hugged his son and kissed Esmeralda, much to Zephyr's disgust. He then got on his horse.
"Take care of your mother for me," Phoebus said to Zephyr before riding off.
"I will, bye!" Zephyr called out as his father departed.
As Phoebus rode off into the distance, Esmeralda and Zephyr went back inside the house to prepare for dinner. After dinner, Esmeralda was surprised to see Zephyr doing the dishes without her having to ask him. What was even more surprising was that later on, Zephyr bathed himself without any help. She couldn't help but smile at how grown up Zephyr was becoming, and yet he wasn't even a teenager yet.
By late evening, as she walked into Zephyr's room to tuck him in, she saw him already in bed, reading a book in the candlelight.
"You're growing up too fast, you know that?" Esmeralda said, standing in the doorway.
"What? This is what Dad does all the time," Zephyr said, still focused on the book he was reading.
She laughed a little and said, "Well, as soon as you're done, lights out, okay?"
"Okay, goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight, sweetheart."
Esmeralda then went to bed with Djali sleeping beside her. As she drifted off to sleep, she dreamt of the night she and Phoebus first made love, and she jokingly asked him if their child would be as big as him.
"I hope so," Phoebus had said.
Esmeralda then woke up in the middle of the night with the thought of Zephyr's penis in her mind. She tried to think of something else, but to no avail. So, she decided to seek the Archdeacon for answers. As she stepped out of her room, she heard Zephyr groan in his sleep and realized how light of a sleeper he was. If she were to leave, he would have woken up alone and confused.
She took a big gulp and went inside Zephyr's room, where she saw him laying on his back, softly snoring. She then walked toward him and sat on the end of the bed, staring at his pelvic area. She had seen him naked before, but now she had this lust in her eyes. It made her heart race, but she made up her mind and pulled down her son's pants, slowly, so as not to wake him up.
Just a small peek, she thought to herself, then it's back to bed.
As she pulled his pants all the way off, Zephyr's penis shot right up with an erection, which made Esmeralda gasp in shock. Zephyr then woke up at the sound of that and was really confused as to what was going on.
"Mom?" Zephyr said, flummoxed, "What are you doing?"
"I...uhhh...you see," she stuttered.
"You miss Dad, huh?"
"Well, yeah, but...but..."
"It's okay, Mom. You don't have to be ashamed. Dad said almost every night you ask him for sex, but since he's not here, you came to me. Is that right?"
"Why did he tell you that?"
"I overheard him talking to Quasimodo about it the other day."
"Well, that explains it."
"So...what now?"
Esmeralda thought about this for a second. She could just tell him to go back to sleep and pretend this didn't happen, but then the following morning, he wouldn't have gotten over it. Plus, the fact that she had already gone this far. So, she decided to take off her nightgown and take off Zephyr's shirt.
"Are we going to have sex?" Zephyr asked.
"We will," Esmeralda assured him, "but first, I want to see you masturbate."
"What's that?"
"I'll show you."
Esmeralda then gripped her son's penis and slowly stroked it, so Zephyr got the idea. After just a few strokes, she let go and let Zephyr do the rest by himself. At the same time, Esmeralda leaned back and stuck two fingers in her pussy, which made Zephyr stroke even faster.
"Mmmmmm...yeah," Esmeralda moaned as she fingered herself.
"Mom-m-m-m," Zephyr panted on the brink of cumming.
"That's it, baby, cum for Mommy. Mommy wants to see you squirt your little heart out."
Zephyr then ejaculated a string of warm, white semen all over Esmeralda, coating her breasts and stomach with all that white stuff. Greedily, she licked it all up, which made Zephyr a little uncomfortable, as he had little to no idea what just happened.
"Uhh...Mom?" Zephyr asked, "Are you sure you should be eating that?"
"If you want us to stop," she said, grabbing his limp penis, "just say when."
Before Zephyr could say anything, Esmeralda slipped his cock into her mouth, and almost immediately, it became hard again. As she bobbed her head up and down, Zephyr tensed up with pleasure.
"Oh, Mom!" he exclaimed, "Your mouth is so tight and so warm!"
Zephyr then placed a hand on her head as she kept sucking on his cock.
"Ahh...yeah, keep going, Mom," Zephyr moaned, "I'm almost there!"
Zephyr then let out a cry as he pumped semen into his mother's mouth and down her throat. As she swallowed all the cum, she then lay beside Zephyr and was about to doze off, but Zephyr wanted to do more.
"You can't be tired yet, Mom," he pleaded, "I want to keep going."
"Well, you could fuck my pussy," she suggested.
That got Zephyr aroused again, so he hopped on top of Esmeralda and guided his penis into her pussy with ease.
"Wait," he halted before starting, "won't you-"
"Ssshhh," she hushed him, "If I could get pregnant from having sex so much, you'd be a brother by now."
"Oh, okay."
Zephyr then thrust his pelvis forward and pushed his penis deep into her pussy. He moaned with pleasure as it was tighter than her mouth and hotter. As he kept thrusting, Esmeralda held him and encouraged him to keep going.
"That's it, Zephyr!" she rooted, "Fuck your Mommy! Fuck your Mommy! Oh yeah...ooooohhh."
The more she encouraged him, the harder he fucked her. Then her pussy tightened up, constricting his penis and making it hard to move his penis inside. To accommodate this, Esmeralda licked her hand and smeared it in between his cock and her pussy; this made Zephyr fuck her even faster than before, and as he did, his penis got slightly larger.
"Mom, I'm gonna cum!" Zephyr yelled as he ejaculated in his mom's pussy.
Esmeralda came at the same time he did, and as Zephyr slipped out, her pussy was flooded with semen.
"Well," she said, trying to catch her breath, "You have a lot of energy for a kid."
"Yeah," he yawned, "but I can still keep going."
Zephyr then dozed off into a deep sleep beside his mother, both naked and worn out from all that sex. Esmeralda knew what she did was taboo, but she then asked herself this question: how can something be dubbed taboo and yet still feel good? So, the next morning, she and Zephyr agreed to keep it between themselves...that is, until Phoebus came home that night and joined them. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Chapter 1: Tribute
It was all well and good to say, in the heat of the moment, that fortunes were better earned from the sweat of a man's brow and the strength of his back. However, when one went too long without a ship to plunder or a deserted shore to set foot on, one recanted nobility in favor of something more material. And when one found unnatural favors granted to them, one was not in the habit of revealing them to others. Despite the other pirates speaking of the being that favored Capitaine Chevalle, he was loathe to reveal who and what it was, selfishly guarding his fortunes and the good winds that followed him. Time, however, gave him away eventually. With his movements watched, it was soon clear what sort of being favored him: not the sea, but the air. When others were dead in the water, Chevalle's fleet always had a wind to carry them to safety, back to their secret coves and rocky islands of the Mediterranean to hide and reload for another day.
The ships of Chevalle were anchored in the harbor of a tiny island south of Greece, restocking the water from a clear spring. The crew scraped the hulls of the ships free of barnacles as their captain made ready his sacrifice to the wind spirit. When he stepped onto the smooth pebbles of the beach, the crew slowed in their work to watch him pass, removing their hats or saluting him solemnly as he passed. He certainly made a grand sight as he cut through them with head held high, his appearance impeccable, as it always was when they set foot ashore. First mate Tailler was granted a beckoning hand, and obeyed the summons with a sharp salute.
"Oui, mon capitaine?" he asked.
"No one is to follow me, unless they long for death," his voice was pleasant, though with the undercurrent of poison that the French gentry were known for. "I will be back by nightfall. You are in command until then, as always."
"As my captain wishes," Tailler answered, watching as his captain continued further into the island, past the tree line. He is so brave, he thought with admiration, noting how the pirate lord showed no trace of fear or despair as he walked to pay no doubt painful and bloody tribute to the spirit.
As Chevalle passed the landmarks to the hidden glade, he soon felt a breeze tugging at him, whispering teasers that made the day seem even hotter. Coming upon the flat rock that stood well away from the water, he removed his hat and made to set it down, but the breeze strengthened and whipped it from his hand with a breathy giggle, settling it on a figure that materialized from the air, putting the hat atop silver-blond hair that fell in loose curls, summer-sky eyes dancing with laughter.
"Salut, mon capitaine," the figure said, lightly hopping down to the flat rock and beginning to pull off Chevalle's coat. He put it on as well, the size of it making him seem even slighter and more ethereal.
"You look better without clothes, cheralizé," Chevalle murmured, pushing his coat off the slim shoulders to bare the skin that shimmered in the sunlight. The boy smiled up at him, removing the hat and setting it on the boulder as well before unbuttoning the long waistcoat with his slender, skilled fingers. Almost before he had time to breathe twice, Chevalle was standing shirtless before the wind god.
"And this..." the boy tossed the wig away, revealing Chevalle's short, dark hair before hopping up on the rock with a mischievous smile. "I'll be waiting behind the waterfall." And he turned into the wind again, swirling around the half-naked pirate before shooting through the curtain of water with a barely audible giggle.
Feeling his pulse pound between his legs, Chevalle quickly stripped and entered the pool. The boy was so infuriating, teasing him to distraction and then... The cool water was a help, especially under this hot sun, and he swam under the shade of an olive tree to protect his skin. The thought of his previous encounters, previous "sacrifices" when the wind had been favorable, made the cool water moot and his cock hardened despite the temperature, warming from memories of the thorough romps he'd given and received. Knowing the spirit's obsession with watching him bathe, he found the fine linen cloth that hung on a low branch and dipped it in the water, wiping the talc and carmine from his face with some displeasure. Couldn't the boy once have him done up in his lace and paint? It seemed not, and Chevalle didn't fancy risking the wrath of the heathen god to ask.
Still, it was the least pleasant part of this ritual of sorts; a little swim was a small price to pay for such favor and such pleasure. Carefully, mindful of the increasing depth of the pool and the pull of the waterfall, Chevalle swam to a rock behind the falls that hid a cave. Once inside, his eyes took a few moments to adjust to the low light of the candles. As he waited for them to, he spoke into the cavern, knowing the boy was there.
"Grand merci, monseigneur, for the..." he was cut off with a gasp as a hot little mouth went around his length and slender arms wrapped around his hips tightly. Staggering, he found the caresses gone in an instant and a soft laugh greeted his shaky descent to the mossy floor of the cave.
"I keep telling you not to make flowery speeches," the boy said, climbing over him with a smirk. "It kills the mood," he said, eyes glinting like jewels in the low, shifting light. His lips brushed one of Chevalle's ears and the unnaturally smooth tongue flicked out, making the man shiver. His teeth caught the earring and tugged, the smirk turning wicked at the blasphemies this elicited from the sculpted lips.
"Dieu, your tongue, Alizé..."
The god purred, "Ooh I love when you call me that," he said voluptuously, before turning his tongue to the fashionably pale throat and tracing over Chevalle's pulse, his hips moving slowly against the pirate's, maddening. Chevalle knew it was part of the god's delight, making him beg, but part of the fun, he had learned, was the game itself. If he gave in immediately, that displeased; if he tried to wrest control, that only caused the god to run away and turn favor to Villeneuve in revenge. It was the game of sex this god of the winds loved most, and Chevalle took a secret smugness in the fact that none of the other pirate lords would be willing to pay the demanded price.
The caress was too much, and a moan finally escaped Chevalle.
"Alizé! Dieu, you torture me!"
There would be a mark when he got back, from the suckling bite on his neck, and the scratches... he arched, biting back a cry as the sharp pain only caused his cock to twitch, the fingernails of the nameless god dragging red lines down his chest, his belly, his thighs... A soft laugh.
"I like to torture you like this, mon capitaine. I know you like it too..." And his soft, impossibly hot little mouth flicked out its tongue and teased one nipple. Chevalle's breath caught and he dug his fingers into the moss below him.
"Call me that name again..." The tongue moved to his other nipple, tugging at the gold ring that pierced it. "Say all those wicked things you think will upset me, all those..." he giggled, "blasphemies."
Chevalle knew that such a request could only be followed by renewed effort to drive him mad, and he felt the tension in his body as he waited for the pounce. It drew out, forever until a fingertip ghosted over his weeping cock, swirling the precome over the tip as a slender hand wrapped gently around and slid down, pulling back the foreskin as he leaned over, the other hand on one of Chevalle's thighs. The pirate captain smirked up at him, knowing the real battle of wills had begun. The god adored speech, as Chevalle had learned in their first encounter, and forever sought the dark flowers of language that had been a constant caress from Chevalle when first they encountered each other on this island.
Now, however, the pirate knew the god's weakness; perhaps it had been part of the game from the first.
"Come here, mon cher petit Alizé," he murmured, surprised at his composure with the god now writhing over him, long, slender cock sliding against Chevalle's own. "Let us switch positions, hm?" he chuckled, reaching up to caress the youthful face. "I know you like me inside you..."
He saw a flicker there in the glittering eyes, the shiver running through the god's body quite telling. Would he give? Sometimes Chevalle was invited to dominate, to possess... those times were increasing, if he wasn't mistaken. There was a rush of power he felt at that, the boy writhing beneath him with that breathy voice, tongue shimmering silver in the low light... yes! The boy fell gracefully off of the pirate lord, kneeling at his side and drizzling warm oil from a bottle that hadn't been in his hand a moment ago. The slender hand spread it over Chevalle's cock, the god's eyes dark with desire now when he looked at Chevalle, like sapphires as the light coming through the waterfall now only danced over the white-gold of his curls, glinting on his silver tongue as he spoke.
"What do you want, Capitaine Chevalle?"
Now the game of wills was over... Chevalle had won with the incitement of a memory. The god was soon pressed to the floor on his belly, the pirate spreading the smooth cheeks of his ass, dripping the oil over the flushed entrance.
"I want to torture you, Alizé, as you torture me..." he purred, running his own perfectly-groomed fingernails down the back of the god's thighs before holding him open, leaning down to swirl the tip of his tongue around once, the warmth of the god's skin making the scent of the oil stronger, roses the perfect accent to such sinful delights. The god cried out in a moan, clawing the moss.
"Corentin!"
Chevalle savored the cry, repeating the caress and smirking at the broken sigh. The scream that echoed around the cavern when he pushed his tongue inside was heavenly, and he held the boy's hips in a spidery grip as he thrust in and out leisurely, waiting for the begging to begin. It was easy to forget this was a god beneath him, one who could crush him so easily; one expected gods to dominate and bend mortals to their will.
The god writhed and moaned in earnest, but after a few thrusts of Chevalle's tongue, he was crying the pirate's name.
"Corentin! Corentin! Pitié de moi, s'il te plaît!" When the cries only made it clear that mercy was farthest from his mind, the god cried louder, voice shrill. "Corentin!"
Chevalle paused with a dark chuckle, pulling back and running a finger ever so lightly over the entrance, pulling back as the god pushed his hips toward the caress. "Mon cher Alizé..." he purred as he teased the slender hips upward, upward, until the god was on his knees, head resting on his folded arms, cock flushed and dripping with arousal. Chevalle pushed slowly into the boy, leaning over him... it was temptation itself to simply start off hard and fast, but Chevalle remembered the long weeks of close escapes from Villeneuve that had rewarded him the last time he forgot this was a god he was fucking.
"Beau Alizé, you are always tight as a virgin..." he murmured, stilling for a moment as he felt the tight ring of muscles pulse around his cock, adjusting as the hips fidgeted ever so slightly, the smooth back rippling with lean muscle under the shimmering skin.
"Please... mon Corentin..."
It was what he'd been waiting for, and he pulled out before sliding in again; he would make this last, he knew the god had found out about how he loved mastering his partners, owning them, humiliating them... and oh Dieu, how lovely this one would look with silver rings piercing his nipples and his cock, silver chain connecting the three... and why was the boy moaning so? Had he spoken the thoughts aloud?
"No... no... don't stop..." The god moaned beneath him as Chevalle slowed in fear. "Baisez-moi, s'il vous plaît! Corentin!"
Emboldened by the change in formality, Chevalle dispensed with any pretense of gentility and fucked the boy hard, relishing the moans of his name and slowing when he felt the god begin to reach the edge. After the third time, the cries of "Maître!" caught him off-guard and he shuddered in desire, gripping the boy's hips so hard there would surely be marks as he changed angles, each stroke making the boy scream and tense harder around him until...
"Maître Corentin!"
The boy gave a final scream that echoed off the water-slick stones and hurled Chevalle headlong into le petit mort.
Translations:
Alizé: Tradewind; this is what Chevalle names the god, since a name was never given to him.
Pitié de moi, s'il te plaît: Mercy, please! (informal form of "you"; "s'il vous plaît" is the formal)
Baisez-moi: Fuck me (I'm 95% sure this is correct...)
Maître: Master
Corentin: I gave Chevalle this as a first name because it means "hurricane" in Breton and just seemed highly fitting. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: games
Chapter 1: Zero Tolerance
When Zaria hit the Muddy Rudder that night, all she intended was a night of drinking, fun, and hopefully to hook up with a cute guy for a much-needed one-night stand. The wastes had been exceptionally hard on her the last couple of weeks, and she needed some form of release to make up for it. The last thing she expected to happen at the end of the night was to be turfed down Rivet City's hallways by two armed guards to what she assumed was Harkness's 'office'. Less than half an hour ago, she was downing her fifth vodka and having a 'heated discussion' with Belle Bonny before something happened that caused the guards to drag her out of the bar, hissing and spitting.
Zaria muttered darkly under her breath as she was dumped in front of a door that she was sure was sealed off a month ago. She made sure to maintain her bad girl attitude as one of the guards banged their fist against the door. The dull noise echoed down the hall as the guard's knuckles repeatedly hit the thick metal. Zaria shifted from foot to foot, huffing and clicking her tongue. "Will this take long? Butch owes me a round," she asked impatiently.
The guards ignored her, knocking on the door again, this time much harder. Zaria wouldn't have been surprised if the guy had bruised knuckles later. Moments later, it opened, revealing Harkness. "Well, well, well, look who's gracing us with her presence again," the security captain deadpanned, stepping to the side and letting the guards walk Zaria into the room. As she stepped in, she noted how much cleaner this room seemed to be compared to all the others on the city ship. It was as if someone had scrubbed every inch with abraxo for a couple of hours.
Zaria could feel Harkness's eyes on her for every step as she was walked into the center of the room towards a metal table with the captain's Chinese assault rifle on it and only two chairs. She was forcibly sat down with an ungracious thud. The Wanderer briskly shrugged off the guard's rough hands, glaring at them with fiery eyes. "That will be all," Harkness dismissed them, showing the guards out of the door. They asked if he would prefer that they stayed inside to guard the door in case Zaria tried anything or even just stand outside, just in case he needed assistance. The captain declined every offer, asserting that he would be fine and if worse came to worst, he was armed. Reluctantly, they got the message and exited the room, shutting the door behind them, leaving Zaria alone with Harkness.
"So what's up, tin man?" Zaria joked as Harkness locked the door. Harkness scowled heavily at the girl's jest. Ever since she had discovered that he was an android and helped him regain his memories and deal with Zimmer, she was always poking fun at his new status. Thankfully, she respected his wish to keep the fact he was an android quiet and never brought it up in public, only taunting him when they were on their own.
"Don't call me that," he warned through gritted teeth as he sat down opposite her. "I hate when you call me that. So, do you have any idea why you're here?" Zaria shrugged and curled her lip into a smirk at him. "You punched Belle square in the face. I'm not going to ask why, but you should know that you are very lucky I ordered all the guards not to open fire on you at any time. Normally, someone threatening a citizen of Rivet City would have been full of lead by now."
"Oh, I'm so honored," Zaria grinned sarcastically, setting her feet up on the table. Harkness harshly pushed them off the desk, having no patience for the Wanderer's disobedience and lack of respect for authority. He pulled out a clipboard one of the guards had slipped him and began to read out what was written on it. "Along with giving Belle a shiner, which will last at least a week, you also exhibited threatening behavior towards other patrons."
"How is flipping Butch off threatening behavior?" Zaria asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.
"I meant when you threatened Brock that you'd stick a grenade so far up his ass it would blast him to the moon." Zaria huffed and crossed her arms, pouting. "As well as threatening the bouncer, you damaged bar property. That will be when you made Belle drop her glass, and you also exhibited further inappropriate behavior. Did you try to flirt your way out of trouble again?" Zaria responded with a wink and a dirty smile. "You'll never change," Harkness sighed with a small, weary laugh.
"So what's it going to be this time, law man?" Zaria asked, standing up. "A fine like most times, or will you make me do 'community service' again? As much as I love shooting and blowing things up, your guard patrols can be crippling, fucking boring." "No, no, not this time," Harkness stood to shadow her. "You've caused trouble for me too many times now."
"So what? You're banning me from the city?" Harkness shook his head. "What then?" "You'll find out soon enough. Now, stand straight and hold your arms out." Zaria raised an eyebrow. "Standard weapons search." "You honestly think I'm going to pull something out on you? Do you think that lowly of me?" "Just do it, okay."
The Wanderer sighed and complied, standing upright with her arms outstretched to her sides. Harkness stooped down and started patting down her legs, feeling around the Vault 101 jumpsuit and pulling a combat knife out of her boot, tossing it aside. He then moved up to her hips, patting around them, finding a silenced 10mm pistol and another combat knife. He felt around her belt, finding a couple of frag grenades. As he felt around the back, his hand brushed her ass. "Hey, buy me a drink first," she quipped with a saucy smile.
"You'd like that," Harkness retorted, standing up and moving his hands to her Tunnel Snakes jacket. He patted the outside of it, feeling multiple round objects inside, keeping his eyes on her face as he slowly unzipped the jacket. "The last guy who did that wasn't so slow about it," Zaria smirked.
"You have a poor taste in men," the Android replied as he opened the jacket, revealing three belts covered in frag, plasma, and pulse grenades. He stared at them in shock. "What? I like it when things go boom," Zaria explained, "that's assuming that you're staring at the 'nades and not my tits."
Harkness was once again surprised at Zaria's nonchalant attitude to the situation, even having the gall to casually flirt with him, which was one thing that he admired about the troublemaker. No matter how much trouble she seemed to be in, she always kept a smile on her face and her jokey demeanor going. "Is that all the weaponry you are carrying?" Harkness asked, trying to remain professional. Zaria nodded, lowering her arms. As she did, Harkness noticed a small glint in her cleavage, revealed by her slightly opened jumpsuit. "Hold on a second," he slowly reached inside, pulling out a small switchblade. "You always carry this in there?"
"Easier to hide it there than down my boot or somewhere. Easier to reach, too," she replied with a flirty smile. "Plus, Raiders tend to be a tad too distracted by what's around the knife before it's too late for them." Harkness shook his head. "Flirting with Raiders is a very bad idea. Now, please face the wall and splay your hands against it." Zaria tilted her head as if to ask 'say what now?' "It's a routine chem test. Just comply, and it will be over momentarily."
Zaria huffed and obeyed, standing facing the wall and pressing her hands against it, splaying her fingers. "Good girl," Harkness walked behind her. "This is a simple reflex test. If you are under the influence of chems, you will react either slower or faster than what would be deemed normal. Understand?" Zaria nodded, looking back over her shoulder at him. She couldn't resist wiggling her hips at him in a mocking manner. "Can you be serious for just two seconds?" the Android asked, exasperated, getting a childish giggle in reply. Sighing, he walked to the locker across the room and pulled out a police baton.
"Whoa, what's that for?" Zaria questioned, suddenly unnerved by the weapon. "Relax, this is just for the test," he brought the baton to the back of her knee. "Tense your body." Obeying his instructions, the Wanderer tensed her muscles. Harkness pulled the baton back before rapping it against the back of her knee. Instinctually, her knee bent near fully before relaxing, replacing her foot on the floor. Harkness mentally noted the reaction, repeating it on her other leg. "Okay, both leg reactions are normal. Now, to check your arms."
The Wanderer waited impatiently as he repeated the rapping actions with the crook of her elbows, making her arms bend. "Alright, you seem to be clean. All your reactions are completely fine." "Good, I'm glad that's fucking over. I mean, did you actually think I was high on chems? I mean, I do occasionally huff Jet, but I'm not an idiot."
Whap! "Did you just spank me?" she twisted around to stare at the captain with wide eyes. Harkness stood behind her with a mischievous smirk on his lips, slowly tapping the baton against his palm. "Is that a complaint?" Zaria couldn't say that she thought Harkness had it in him. Yeah, she had developed a major attraction towards him from the moment they first met, but when he returned none of the same attraction, she gave up on him as a prospect. Plus, when it was discovered he wasn't human, she started thinking it was impossible to have feelings for people apart from the obvious need to protect.
Another hit from the baton came upon her ass, regaining her attention. She looked back with flushed cheeks, which was a feat in itself, a fact Harkness seemed to notice as his grin grew wider. "So, was that a complaint? I've yet to see you move." Zaria's ass stung from the baton's hits, but that only enhanced her growing arousal. "Oh, I'm not complaining," she winked, wiggling her hips again. "I must say, I'm enjoying this more than your other bullshit punishments. A bad girl needs a spanking every so often."
Harkness smirked, landing another sharp hit with the side of the baton. Zaria yelped, scraping her nails against the wall. "I hope the guards don't mind me screaming." "They won't," Harkness walked up to the door and rapped his knuckles against it. "Extra thick, to the point of being soundproof. You'd have to have your face pressed against the door for anyone to hear you."
"I like the sound of that," Zaria grinned. "Now, get back here and punish me." Again and again, Harkness's baton came into contact with Zaria's ass, each time she yelped and screamed. Her skin broke out in a delicious stinging sensation, with every hit she looked back over her shoulder with smoldering eyes. The smirk never left Harkness's lips as he brought the weapon down again and again.
Each hit felt satisfyingly good to the Android. Despite showing nothing but a friendly attitude towards the Wanderer, he had dreamed about doing this ever since she had first flirted with him. He had pushed the desires aside as he had a reputation to uphold, and even though Zaria wasn't by any means a cruel person, she wasn't entirely a good one, definitely someone a captain of security shouldn't be seen with.
Soon enough, the hits stopped, and Zaria slid down the wall slightly. Her legs were starting to shake, and she was sure that her ass, once a light tan color, was now a bright red. She felt her skin burn with desire and stood, glancing over her shoulder at Harkness. She slowly unzipped her jumpsuit, slinking it off her shoulder.
Harkness watched as the material slinked off Zaria's smooth shoulder, and his eyes went wide for a second when he saw bare skin. He had seen Zaria in her underwear multiple times, as she had a habit of walking down to Gary's Galley in just her underwear whenever she was hungover. "Surprised?" Zaria tittered as she let her jumpsuit slip down to her waist. "I never wear underwear when I'm looking for a quick lay," she turned around to give Harkness a full look at her chest. She could have sworn she saw the Android lick his lips for a split second. "Now, don't tell me you're done with me. I've been a very baaad girl," she drawled, cupping her breasts.
She advanced on him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "You must be uncomfortable in that stuffy uniform," she began to play with the buckles of the armor. Harkness didn't complain as she removed his chest armor, letting it fall to the floor. He helped her remove his shirt, and smiled warmly as her hands scanned his pectorals. "Very nice. You were built with only the best parts, huh, tin man?"
"Don't make me spank you again," Harkness warned. Zaria smiled at his low reply, letting her fingers explore his toned abdomen. He sure felt real. She had expected to be able to feel some sort of machinery within him or even the metal casing under his fake skin, but he felt completely natural. No wonder he never suspected being non-human before she went snooping around.
Her hands traveled down past his stomach to come to his pants. She hooked her fingers under the waistline as he instinctively kicked off his boots. His leg armor and pants soon followed them, leaving him in just his boxers. Zaria stood back to admire him, as well as pushing her jumpsuit the rest of the way down and stepping out of her boots, rewarding Harkness with a view of her small, trimmed pussy. He knew she wasn't a virgin, but down there, she looked almost pure.
Pulling up a chair, she motioned him to sit down, which he did. There were few things more empowering than telling a captain what to do. She knelt down and began to pull down his boxers, with Harkness raising his hips to help her. Zaria had to admit she wasn't expecting what she found. She had momentarily expected to only find spare parts or something, and that Harkness was programmed to believe he had something there. She wasn't expecting to find seven inches of very hard cock. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, happy at how real it felt, like normal skin and muscle instead of the leathery fake skin she had expected.
"You're surprised by the look of you," Harkness said, to which Zaria nodded. "I'm a synthetic human, remember? Made to fit in with society, so no one suspects what I truly am. To do that, I had to be made with all the human parts and functions. Everything works down there, and I mean everything." "You mean you can cum?" Zaria's question was quick and blurted, but lacked the blush of such a question. "Yes, but there's no chance of conception, obviously. It was a fun night when I found out I could do it, though."
Zaria tittered at his response, standing up and moving so she was hovering over his lap. Gripping his cock with one hand, she slowly lowered herself, sighing as the Android sunk into her tight core. Harkness gritted his teeth and took hold of her hips, gazing up at the Hispanic beauty as she began to ride him.
The Wanderer moaned and groaned as her pussy hugged the Android's cock. Her breasts bounced in his face, keeping his eyes' attention. Her nails dug into his shoulders, scraping at his skin with every movement, and she whipped her hair around as she picked up speed.
Harkness just sat there, enjoying the sensations a mere robot wouldn't have felt, until, like a machine, he suddenly changed. Zaria screamed as she suddenly found herself being slammed against the table. She stared up to Harkness, glaring down at her, his eyes had gone dark, and a wicked grin graced his lips. Without warning, he began to slam into her impossibly hard, making her entire body bounce and jerk.
Zaria shrieked with every near-painful thrust into her. She had had rough sex before, hell, she begged for it most times, and even angry sex didn't amount to this. This was punishment through and through. She braced herself, gripping the side of the table above her head, as there was no chance of pushing Harkness away.
The table shook and creaked with Harkness's pounding, and Zaria had to bite her lip to the point of bleeding to stop herself screaming her throat hoarse. Her knuckles turned white from gripping the edge so hard, and she was sure her pussy was bruising, but aside from the pain of being taken so hard, it felt so damn good. Whilst half of her wanted to beg Harkness to stop, the other wanted to goad him on.
The Android's hand closed around her throat, making her squeak with surprise. Nova had told her about clients who liked to choke her, but the Wanderer never saw the appeal until now. He applied just the right amount of pressure, plus a bit more, making her eyes roll up, and her loins burn. Her abdomen began to coil faster than any time she was fucked. Not even that Raider who happened to have a huge cock she seduced to prevent him from robbing her made her so close to orgasm so fast.
She found herself starting to beg him to go harder, to the point of actually apologizing for everything she had done in Rivet City, just to annoy him. A dark grin from him shook Zaria to her core, and she screamed in disapproval when he pulled out of her. She was then forcibly flipped onto her front, crushing her breasts to the cold table.
She then screamed bloody murder as she felt him push his entire cock into her tight ass. Fuck the soundproofing; all of the city must have heard her at that moment. She had never let anyone in her ass before and never thought of it, especially when Nova told her it's not the best feeling. Yes, it hurt, a fucking lot, but with the pain came an unexplainable pleasure that stopped her approaching orgasm from dying down.
Harkness's punishing thrusts continued again, and Zaria found herself once again moaning and begging for more. Her clit brushed against the cold metal of the table |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: books
Chapter 1
My name is Perseus Jackson, and I am 16 years old. I was in the throne room, where all the gods were looking at me. I was nervous, as I didn't know why Zeus had summoned me. After a few minutes of silence, Zeus spoke.
"Perseus Jackson, we have decided that your power is too strong for a demigod. We've been discussing it, and we think that the best solution is to grant you partial immortality and make you a guardian of Camp Halfblood," he explained.
To be honest, I liked the idea. I would be able to spend the rest of my life at camp, so I couldn't complain. "But we will need to make a few changes," Zeus said, as I looked up at him. "As you know, Chiron left camp after all the wars were over. Dionysius has been made a guardian of CHB, and you will be another. But we think that the camp needs a female guardian, so we've decided that you, Perseus Jackson, will be turned into a female. Aphrodite has everything ready for the transformation," he stated. "And let me make one thing clear: this is not an offer; you have no option."
"Wait a second..." I started to complain, but suddenly I blacked out.
I woke up feeling dizzy, and I was in a small room. I walked to the bath, and as soon as I turned on the lights, I freaked out. I was looking at myself in the mirror, but it wasn't me. I was a few inches shorter, my brown hair fell past my shoulders, and I had a slim figure. In front of me were a pair of big breasts and a gorgeous ass. I was stunned, admiring my body, when I heard someone open the door.
When I left the bath, I found Aphrodite smiling at me. "Hey sweetie, you look amazing. I came here to present you with some clothes; you'll find them in the wardrobe. Bye," she said with a wink, as she left.
As soon as she left, I opened the wardrobe, and there was only a Roman dress, not even shoes. I dressed, and the dress barely came down past my ass. Bewildered, I left the room.
I was escorted to the throne room, and once inside, the door was closed behind me. I advanced and knelt in front of Zeus, noting that we were alone with some maids. He told me to stand and come near him. I gulped, approaching the throne, as Zeus eyed me like a delicious piece of meat, making me feel funny between my legs.
Once near him, he stood up and marched around me, eyeing me up and down. I felt like merchandise being appraised. He tugged my dress past my belly button and slapped and kneaded my ass, while I blushed.
His mouth was on mine before I even saw him. He pulled me towards him and kissed me some more, while he ran a hand up, kneading my breast, and the other was still on my rump. My mind was insisting we continue on the path we were on, as I was loving the feelings that the god was sending through my body. I actually tingled at his touch. And as wrong as I knew it was, at this point, it was oh so very right.
He stepped back and ordered me to take off my robe. I obliged, taking aside my shoulder straps and stepping out of my dress, still dazed, offering him a full view of my naked glory.
I was soon bent 90 degrees over his throne, with my legs spread and my drenched, hairless pussy displayed in invitation to commit lustful sins. Somehow, his cock was out, and insistently rubbing up and down my soaking wet slit. I'm not sure how big he was, but it felt great. The more he rubbed, the more excited I got, as I was pushing back against his cock, which sent sensations throughout my body.
Zeus didn't disappoint me. He slowly and deliberately slipped his cock into my pussy, taking my virginity with little pain on my part, and began rutting in and out of me at a fevered pitch, telling me how narrow my hole was, while I moaned. He fucked me faster and faster, while reaching around to play with my clit. The sex was hard and heavy, as he used my pussy with long, hard strokes. I willingly pushed back against him, receptive to his dick, and enjoying his thrusts.
A free hand of his held my midsection, while the other reached around to caress my breast. He fondled me while humping in and out of my pussy.
Suddenly, he accelerated. "I'm going to cum," he said.
"Use me, Zeus, cum, my king, cum," I replied.
He hooked my right leg across his still-clothed chest, with both arms, and my naked feet tickled being in contact with his beard. I marveled at how deep this new position allowed his dick inside my hole.
Zeus rocked quickly inside me, sending sensations throughout my body, as he fucked me so deep.
With a final clench of my walls, he spilled inside me, and I trembled at the feeling of hot fluid filling me. "You are so sexy; I wanted to do this since I saw you," he said, breathing heavily.
Smiling, I asked whether he spoke like this when he fucked a new conquest. He slapped my ass and started massaging it, making me vibrate around his dick. "Yes," he admitted, "every time."
He took his cock out, and I straightened, while he sat on the throne.
Slipping to my knees, I sucked the King of the Gods. His cock was freshly coated with my pussy juices and cum, and I took it firmly in my hand, jerking it, while licking the side and his balls, taking them inside my mouth. The pubic hair tickled my nose and lips. Slowly, I worked the big thing, hearing his groans from above. His cock filled my mouth, and I loved the way he enjoyed rocking in and out of my mouth.
He was savoring the slow lip service, groaning as I'd hit a special place. The action got a little more intense, with me using my tits to grant him a more enjoyable service, with his penis between my twin valley and inside my mouth, and his hand fisting my hair, using my head to pleasure himself. He pressed my head down, and came inside my throat, gagging me. I took his cock out, and swallowed, with some cum spilling down my breasts.
I marveled as he was still stiff. Smirking, he told me to turn around and sit on his shaft, and I happily obliged.
Turning around, I slid his slick cock into my hot, wet slit, while I was bent, hands on the ground, snaking around my calves. I marveled at the new flexibility of this body. It filled my pussy, and this time, there was no stopping him, with both hands on my ass, relaxing on his throne, while occasionally slapping my rump. The guy rutted me harder and harder, enjoying my pussy from behind.
Damn, I started to cum, just as he shot his stuff into my unprotected pussy. It was awesome, as we enjoyed getting to a mutual climax. Hot, naughty, nasty sex. We were breathing heavily, with Zeus resting back, his cock still pumping every last drop of cum inside me, getting me pregnant without me knowing at the time.
I slid off his cock, down on my hands and knees, giving Zeus a perfect view of my pussy, dripping with cum, before he took hold of my hair, forcing my head back. I swallowed his cock once again, coated with our mutual arousal, in this awkward position, allowing him deeper access to my throat, and an enjoyable view of my tits. I was once again on all fours, this time taking him in my virgin asshole, while he had his legs on either side of my waist, hands still on my hair. It felt like he was riding me like a horse. The night continued, with Zeus enjoying every hole I had, touching every part of my body, and making me swear on the River Styx to never enjoy sex with anyone else.
From that night, I became one of his personal whores.
NEXT CHAPTER
Chapter 2
After Zeus fucked me, I became his personal concubine and slave. Here is an example:
I was watering the plants in Lord Zeus's palace, where I got lost. I had to call to Lord Zeus to ask for directions. He appeared, and I couldn't help but feel a little nervous, remembering the night before.
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This is a fanfic story.
Genre: final_fantasy
Chapter 1
"Vincent?!" Let's see one of them, or both, in action! In 3, 2, Action! (You greedy little... you just GOT action!) It was the same every time. The chains holding the coffin's lid down were slid off easily, the heavy amethyst lid falling with a soft clatter to the stone floor. The ruby eyes of the man within fluttered open, a slight horror, slight arousal brightening them in the dark. His weakened body struggled slightly against the chains holding him inside the satin-lined coffin. He closed his eyes, looking intently away as the other man sat on the slim edge of his resting place, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he felt the zipper of his tight leather pants drawn down, slowly. The hand reached inside the tight garments, lightly stroking limp flesh to life, a free hand reaching down further to tease at a tight opening. The same thing, every time. The pleasure only cast him deeper into sin, damned him to further punishment. Yet, no matter how he tried to convince himself that the trysts weren't worth the suffering, the pain... he always seemed to look forward to the next time his eyes opened and saw faintly glowing aqua instead of dark, cold wood.
So, how did they meet? Orgy, school library, orgy in the school library? (I hate writing when people meet, so this is SUPER half-assed. Forgive me.) The first time Reeve ever saw Vincent, it was in the middle of a battle. The man jumped and twisted in mid-air, springing off tree branches and buildings alike. The bullets cut through the air, and when his gun clicked in indication it had run out, he reloaded in mid-jump without any effort at all. Reeve was in awe. It wasn't until later that they met face to face. Cait Sith did the actual introduction, and Reeve could tell that Vincent was impressed with the construction of his little robot. He met Reeve's eyes. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tuesti. I am Vincent Valentine." It was damn near love at first sight.
So, what's your favorite thing about this couple? Lots of hair, muscles, naughty uke face? Red eyes studied the floor. "I am never alone. Chaos is always with me. The others, as well, though they are easier to control. If I allow Chaos to take out his frustrations on me, it prevents him from breaking through my control at an inopportune moment." Vincent closed his eyes. "Chaos is a demon, and in that right, he craves what any demon would. Blood, submission, sex. As his host, I provide what he needs." "But do you enjoy it? Do you even want it?" The gunner sighed. "I am not exactly unwilling. Though if I could avoid it, I would. It is only another of my sins to know that what Chaos does, I enjoy. It is a vicious cycle. Chaos is a punishment for my sins, yet I sin again every time he comes forth. He punishes me for my sins, I sin again by being with him. Back and forth."
"Can he... 'hurt' anyone else?" "I am sure he could find some way to harm those around me if I displeased him." Vincent paused to look up at the brunette. "Please, be careful, Reeve." (In case this one was unclear, my favorite thing is the potential for Chaos to manifest himself and have a rape-spree. Too fun! This little drabble was also my beta's favorite one.)
Do they have any naughty kinks or fetishes? *you know they do* Vincent's kink: Reeve grinned at Vincent's muffled moan as he bit down harshly on the man's nipple. The light clink of chains reached his ear as the gunman arched his back and struggled slightly. The president reached down, lightly trailing his fingertips over a painfully hard cock, playing with the droplets of precum that collected on the tip, trailing back down the length and lightly tapping the thin band of leather at the base, preventing the gunner from coming. He looked over his submissive lover, taking in the bright red rubber gag in his mouth, the black silk blindfold over his eyes. He loved the way Vincent's muscles strained against the padded leather cuffs, the desperate moans he could draw from his sensory-deprived mate. It had taken time for Vincent to learn to trust him this much, to let himself be strapped and tied down without painful memories flooding his mind. But once Vincent had worked through it all, the gunman discovered a strong preference for being tied and 'helpless' at Reeve's mercy. And, of course, Reeve wasn't about to complain.
Reeve's kink: Reeve's back arched off the bed, a loud moan escaping his lips. Vincent lightly trailed his metal appendage up the man's inner thigh, light scratching the surface of the skin. Down his chest, his arms, over his nipples; even up the underside of his dick. The light, burning tails lit him on fire; reducing him to nothing but a quivering mass of sensation. The sheets below felt like ice, the smooth metal on the back of Vincent's hand feeling so cold he wondered if he had a fever. The gunman wrapped the bronze hand around Reeve's pulsing length, pumping slowly, grinning as the man arched and bucked underneath him. He didn't last long, spilling his release all over the gleaming gauntlet. Vincent smirked, grabbing a fistful of Reeve's hair, pulling him to his knees, presenting him with the mess on his inhuman hand. The president, still panting and quivering from his release leaned forward, extending his tongue and gracefully licking his own cum from the sharp points of the fingers, the cool metal of the hand. He felt himself begin to harden again. Vincent shook his head. *Only* Reeve would have a claw fetish.
What do you hate about these gay bastards? Even though you secretly like it because they're gay and bastardly. Reeve had had enough. Enough nights of not knowing where Vincent ran off to. Not like he *needed* to know where the gunner was... it's not as though they were in a relationship or anything. They were both straight men. Never mind that at night, when the WRO president was alone and lonely, it always seemed to be Vincent in his mind. It was simply a matter of keeping track of his team members, and heaven forbid something happen, he needed to know where Vincent was! He followed Vincent one night, to Lucrecia's grotto. He had heard from other WRO members, along with Yuffie, all about who this woman was. Reeve watched the man sit, his head hung, not even able to bring himself to look up at the woman encased in crystal. He saw the man's shoulders shake slightly. Tears? Reeve sighed softly, his faint anger diminishing completely. The soft sounds of the man's sobs echoed in the cavern, sounding so lonely and pained. It was clear... he missed Lucrecia, regretted whatever it was he had done whole-heartedly, whether his fault or not. This wasn't just an angst-session, some excuse to get out of duty. Vincent was hurting, badly. The president shook his head slightly. All he wanted to do was kiss away the gunner's tears, hold and love him until he forgot all about that woman who he tore himself up over. But now was not the time. He made his way back to the airship on which they were staying. Someday soon, he would show Vincent that through all the pain and sorrow, there was still hope. (I hate all the angsting over Lucrecia.)
What's one pairing you'd rather commit seppuku than write/draw? Please write/draw them below. (Well, it doesn't make me want to DIE, but I get all squicked out over HojoxVincent, so HojoxVin it is!) The research assistants left him, looking back at his form, held kneeling in the center of the room; his shoulders straining under the weight. Vincent's head was bowed, his now-long hair covering his face and falling in front of his shoulders. He heard soft footsteps echoing down the corridor. He didn't even raise his head. He knew. It was Hojo. The scientist stepped into the room, leaving the gate open behind him. He walked up to Vincent's kneeling form, smirking. The assistants had chained him at a perfect height, as usual. He could feel himself growing hard in anticipation. Whether willing or not, the ex-Turk knew how to please a man. Vincent raised his head, eyes falling immediately on the bulge in the scientist's suit pants. He gritted his teeth slightly, looking back down. Hojo was having none of that. He grabbed the man's chin, forcing him to look up. "I believe you know what to do, Valentine." Vincent met Hojo's eyes. He shuddered slightly, unable to suppress it. Hojo released his chin, fingers working his pants open and down slightly, followed by his underwear. Hojo moaned softly as his erection was freed. He felt a light tap against his jaw, a warning to open his mouth and do as told or face the consequences. He had disobeyed once before. He would never disobey again. He shivered slightly as he opened his mouth, accepting the intrusion. Hojo pushed himself all the way in, until Vincent's nose nudged the hair at the base of his cock. He let out a low moan, fisting his hands in the long black hair. Vincent choked, tears coming to his eyes as the man began to face-fuck him, thrusting deep into his throat, cutting off his air. His arms strained at the chains holding him, uncaring as to the pain he caused himself as the metal bit into the skin on his infected arm. Hojo continued his assault on Vincent's mouth, moaning a bit louder; enjoying the feeling of Vincent struggling beneath him. Hojo began to get close to his climax, tightening his fingers in the man's hair, thrusting faster. Tears ran down Vincent's face as the man ejaculated in his mouth. As the scientist pulled away, he put his hand over the ex-Turk's mouth, forcing him to swallow. Hojo turned and zipped his pants, smirking. He shut the gate, a small thrill running through him at the slight flinch Vincent made. He locked the gate securely, and looked in on his subject. A sadistic grin crossed his lips as he saw the slight tremble run through his subject. The stone floor beneath his dark-haired subject began to darken in small patches as his tears fell unheeded.
How long did it take these guys to quit whining about being straight and get to the good stuff? (Personally, I don't think Reeve ever denied the attraction to Vincent. XD How could he?!) Reeve cornered him one night. It was an uncomfortable moment, just one of several that had occurred in the past month. An odd brush there, an unnecessary touch here. Reeve didn't seem to mind, and when the moments happened, Vincent didn't mind either. He started minding later, when he had time to think on the fact that when he was around Reeve, Lucrecia never crossed his mind. It was that night, when Reeve cornered him, that Vincent gave in. No words were exchanged, just a meaningful gaze between them. The red-eyed man looked away, unwilling to face what he felt for Cait Sith's Master. Reeve wasn't willing to put up with it anymore. He slammed the gunman into the wall, crushing their lips together and pinning his arms down. Vincent's eyes went wide, a half-hearted struggle ensuing. When the kiss broke, the usually stoic gunman had been reduced to tears. Although the show of emotion pulled at Reeve's heartstrings, he held Vincent steady. "R-reeve... I can't..." He paused, meeting the brunette's eyes. "I can't betray her..." Reeve sighed, gathering the distraught gunman into his arms. It would take time, but eventually, Vincent would learn that he wasn't betraying Lucrecia by loving another. No matter. The engineer was willing to wait.
Show me the good stuff. You know what I mean (And just because I'm listening to weird music, I hereby give you sexy ChaosVincent smut, with a dash of Reeve.) "N-no... please... not in front of him..." "Then I suppose you'll have to do your best to stay silent and still, won't you, my host?" The scarred and bleeding chest below the demon heaved with deep breaths of slight panic. The dark-haired man looked frantically to his right at his sleeping lover. He had managed to stay very quiet up until now, silently enduring the slashing and biting of his demon's punishment. He always seemed to have trouble when it came to the end, where his encounter moved from atonement for old sins to new sins he had to atone for. He bit his lip, stifling a sob as the demon moved down his body, tearing off the flannel sleep pants the gunner wore, forcing his legs apart to reveal his host's erection. Chaos smirked, looking up into Vincent's eyes, shaking his head. The man whimpered slightly, closing his eyes and turning his head to the side, tears dripping down his cheeks. The demon took several long licks up his length, lightly flicking his tongue over the head, darting teasingly into the slit. Vincent's hips rose slightly, meeting the demon's mouth involuntarily. A clawed hand wrapped around the now-slick flesh, working up and down, fingers playing with the drops of precum rapidly collecting on the tip. That tongue moved down, sweeping over his heavy sac, back further to press into the tight heat, teasing him; but not nearly enough to prepare him. Vincent fought every moan, every urge to shift or move that carried the danger of waking Reeve. It wasn't long before the demon raised his head, hand still working the gunner's weeping length. He pulled the long, pale legs over his shoulder, resting the head of his own cock against Vincent's entrance. The gunner reached back, fisting his hands in his pillow, metal claw cutting into the thin cotton, tearing into the soft feather down that lay inside. It took all he had not to scream as Chaos entered him roughly. The demon fucked him with long, languid thrusts; the gunman fighting back his tears and sobbing cries. The thrusts pressed harshly against that collection of nerves deep inside him, the intense pleasure colliding with the pain of being torn and ravaged. The demon's hand found his length again, his nails teasingly drawing lines of fire up the sensitive flesh. Vincent couldn't hold back his cry of pain and arousal, the demon smirking and thrusting into him faster, blood slicking the passage. Vincent felt the knot of release growing inside him, unable to hold back his second cry as he felt Chaos spill inside him, stinging the abused flesh. Vincent came over the demon's hand and his own chest, the fluid stinging open wounds as Chaos wiped his hand on his host's chest. He pulled away, grinning down at the crying gunman. He chuckled softly at the grimace that came over his face as he recognized the look that told him Vincent could feel the demon's seed dripping from him.
Chaos disappeared in a cloud of purple mist, leaving Vincent broken, bleeding, and sticky. The red-eyed man braved a look over at his lover, biting his lip as his eyes met his lover's. "...Reeve..."
Vincent moaned as he was slammed into the metal of the ship housing. Lips crushed together, frantically kissing with bruising force. Cid's hands worked quickly at the button on his own cargo pants, while Vincent's hands gracefully pulled open the small belts and buttons that kept his modesty intact. The gunner's cape was discarded, and skin was quickly bared, soft moans of need heard above the sound of rustling fabric.
Vincent's legs wrapped around Cid's waist, the pilot easily holding his slight weight braced against the metal wall. Cid broke their fevered kiss, pressing two fingers into Vincent's mouth, moaning at the feel of his tongue working along the digits. The fingers were removed, allowing a loud moan to sound through the room as the fingers entered him, stretching him. The fingers disappeared, replaced with something much thicker and hotter.
Loud moans and the rustle of fabric were all that could be heard from the room, a low groan coming from Cid, punctuated by the soft cry from the pale gunman as they reached their climax. Both men sank to the floor, panting softly. A softer kiss this time, comforting and reassuring, followed. Both men were sure everyone on board knew what happened in the engine room below, though blessedly, no one ever said a word.
The pleasure was so intense it had almost become pain for Reeve. His sensation had narrowed to nothing but his cock, the lips wrapped around it, the tongue that did things he was certain were a sin to some religion somewhere. His hips rocked and bucked, and he moaned incoherently. The Turk was incredibly fantastic at giving head. He could feel the lips smirking around him. The man knew he was good, and that only made it more infuriating.
A finger slipped inside him, unexpected, finding that bundle of nerves that sent his head reeling without hesitation. He worked in a second, then a third finger. Reeve threw his head back as he came, a loud moan filling the room. He felt the Turk swallow, and sit back. When he opened his eyes, he saw the arrogant smirk gracing the man's lips. He knew damn well it was the best head the WRO leader had ever gotten.
Once Reeve had caught his breath, he shook his head slightly, standing and buttoning his pants, half ignoring the man still kneeling on the floor. "So...we have a deal, yo?" Reeve regarded the Turk, who had stood, still smirking at him. He nodded. "Yes, Reno. It's a deal."
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This is a fanfic story.
Genre: cartoons
Chapter 1: Zim Squared
Zim complained as Gaz dumped another heavy box of science equipment into his arms. "Why does Zim have to aid the Gaz-thing in cleaning the undercroft of her abode?"
Gaz stated, making Zim scoff as the Irken hauled the box of equipment to the basement staircase, "Because your dumbass has nothing better to do today, and if you want in my ass again, you're helping."
Smirking at Zim's tone, Gaz continued to rifle through her father's belongings, looking for important items to box up for him. Her attention fell upon a strange, almost ray gun-looking device. "Must be one of Dib's toys from when he was a kid," she pondered, picking it up and twirling it on her finger.
Wanting to just toss it aside, Gaz instead let her curiosity get the better of her. After aiming the ray gun at an old, moldy coffee cup that sat on a nearby desk, she pulled the trigger, expecting it to just make loud noises and flash pretty lights.
What she hadn't expected was for it to actually fire a laser at the coffee mug, making her jump and drop the gun. "Holy shit!" the Goth girl exclaimed, stepping back and expecting the mug to explode as it began to glow a bright red. She raised her arms to shield her face from the expected incoming shards, while Zim hurried over, wondering what she was screaming about.
Instead of exploding and shattering, however, the mug suddenly started to vibrate violently before suddenly splitting into two perfectly symmetrical mugs in front of the Goth and Irken. "Holy shit," Gaz gasped, walking over to pick up both mugs, which felt exactly the same in both texture and firmness.
"The Gaz Father made a cloning device?" Zim commented as Gaz picked up the ray gun again. The purple-haired girl tested it further on several more items, her amber eyes glinting with almost childish wonder as she was already planning on using the ray gun on her own stuff. Why buy replacement Game Slaves when you can clone the original before it breaks?
"Oh, I am so keeping this thing," the Goth girl grinned, before suddenly another idea crossed her mind, her grin turning devious as she then turned to face Zim. "Hey Zim?"
"Yeah?" Zim responded before yelping as Gaz suddenly aimed the ray gun at him and pulled the trigger. The Irken jumped as the duplication beam struck him, turning his entire body into a violent shake and vibrate. "What did you do to Zim?!"
As Zim's body shook harder, Gaz began to regret her decision, the Irken sounding as if he was in pain. Before suddenly splitting into two perfect copies, the sight caused a jolt of excitement to shoot from Gaz's heart straight to her loins, making her denim short shorts feel all the more tighter as her core began to ache.
"That was..." Zim groaned, clutching his head before flinching at the sight of his clone. "What the? Who are you?!"
"Who are you?! I am Zim!" the clone retorted, just as shocked as the original.
"No, I am Zim!"
"I am Zim!"
"I AM ZIM!!"
"You both are Zim!" Gaz suddenly interjected, cutting off the Irken's argument, smirking as they both stared at her.
"You! You did this to Zim!" both Aliens exclaimed, pointing at Gaz in almost eerie unison, making Gaz smile wider. Even when cloned, Zim was still Zim, and whilst a complete dumbass, his eccentricities had become quite endearing to her.
"Yup, what're you going to do about it?" the Goth slut grinned teasingly, lifting up her top to flash one of her huge tits at them. "There's one of me and two of you; personally, I can only see one course of action here," she continued as her other hand undid the button and zip of her short shorts.
Staring at her, both Zims then looked at each other, the pair seemingly exchanging silent words with their eyes as their shocked expressions changed to devilish grins. Their smiles sent a shiver of lust up Gaz's spine as she completely undid her shorts, letting them fall down her legs, baring her tight cunt and fat ass to the Irkens.
As both Zims approached her in an almost predatory fashion, Gaz squatted down, pulling her top up completely to rest it on top of her bimbo tits. "Come on, whip them out," she purred as both Aliens undid their pants, her amber eyes dilating and her mouth watering as their thick, green, 16-inchers fell out in front of her. "Fuck yeah, that's what I need," she breathed, licking her lips as she took one in each hand and started stroking.
Stroking both cocks feverishly, Gaz then started to take it in turns with sucking them, taking one deep down her throat while stroking the other one harder before swapping them, showing them each an equal amount of lustful attention. "Fuck," she panted as thick lines of drool connected her mouth to their cocks. "Fucking delicious."
Spitting sloppily on both cocks, making them drip with her drool all over her hands and onto her heaving tits, Gaz held her tongue out as she then opened her mouth wider than ever before, straining her jaw as she took both Zim's by surprise by forcing both of their cocks deep down her mouth and into her throat, completely clogging her airway as her throat bulged to the point of looking like it was going to tear.
"By Irk!" both Zims gasped as Gaz clutched at their asses with a hand each, pulling on them to try and force more of their cocks down her overstuffed throat as she gagged and choked on them, her eyes streaming, but despite her apparent discomfort, her cunt was dripping with arousal, and she was actually edging towards an orgasm on pure arousal alone.
With a few more hard chokes and retches, Gaz pulled back as her lungs screamed for air, the Goth slut openly drooling onto her tits as she panted for air, whilst frantically stroking both cocks. "Come on, what are you fucking waiting for? Fucking cover me!" she then demanded, stroking them hard as she then spat on both cocks again, stroking them faster as shots of precum landed on her face and tits.
Lasting only a few moments more, each, both Zims came in near unison, their thick loads coating Gaz's face, hair, and tits near completely, making her hum and moan as she held her tongue out to catch as much of it in her mouth as possible, gulping down what landed on her tongue as she continued to stroke them.
The moment the Irkens stopped cumming, Gaz made it known that she wasn't going to let them rest. The Goth slut outright tackled the original and pinned him down as she slammed her tight, dripping cunt down on his cock all the way to the base, her eyes crossing for a moment as she enjoyed the feeling of his cock stuffing her cunt and womb completely. Before looking back at his clone, "Well? Are you going to fuck my ass or just stand there staring like a fucking idiot?" she asked, jiggling her thick booty at him, making it shake and clap in invitation, which the clone readily accepted.
The purple-haired whore let out a sigh of fulfillment as his huge cock entered her tightest hole straight down to the base, making her feel the most full she had in as long as she could remember. "Oh, fuck yeah, fuck me! Fucking fuck those holes! Rape them!" she cried out, demanding as she bucked her hips as best she could against both thrusting cocks, her holes clenching tight around the Alien's cocks as she drooled through gritted teeth with pleasure, her stomach bulging as she dug her nails into the original Zim's chest. "Fuck me until I can't fucking walk!"
And fuck her they did, the sounds of their grunts alongside her pants and cries of pleasure filling the basement as her sexual demands got more and more heated. "Pull my hair! Spank my fucking ass! Fucking choke me!" echoed off the walls alongside her screams as crushing orgasms rolled through her body, her eyes wide and almost manic as she steadily lost her mind to pleasure.
Steadily reaching their limits, both Zims came in perfect unison, as if mentally linked in some way, their hot, thick cum flooding Gaz's cunt and ass, making her shudder and shake in ecstasy. "Ohhhh, fuck yeeeaaaah," she moaned as her toes curled with pleasure, the Goth slut resting her head on the original Zim's chest as all three rested, the clone lying on her back, keeping her trapped between them.
As she rested, Gaz then noticed the duplication gun lying on the floor close to them, the Gothic slut reaching out for it as a devilish smile graced her lips. "I wonder how many times I can clone someone." |
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Genre: anime
Chapter 1
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Warning: Yaoi, Boy x Boy.
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Warning: Luffy/Chopper.
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Zoan's Love Rubber
A series of fics where the Zoan users get a chance at Luffy.
Chapter 1: Chopper
Luffy smiled as he showered, completely unaware of being watched. He was being watched by the ship's doctor, Tony Tony Chopper. The little reindeer was in love with Luffy. He loved him so much - his courage, his spirit, his scent, his body, everything.
Chopper was in his heavy point form and he was peeping in on Luffy. He was naked, and his massive cock was hard. Chopper was on his knees in front of the shower room door, using both hands to work his massive cock. "Oh, Luffy, so hot, I wish you were my mate," he thought, as Luffy rubbed soap over his body.
The soap slipped from Luffy's grasp and fell on the floor. Luffy bent over to pick it up. Chopper moaned as he got a full view of Luffy's tight, virgin ass. Luffy's virgin scent was so rich, it got Chopper hornier. He closed his eyes and imagined bending Luffy over and positioning his hard cock at that rubber hole. "Oh, Luffy, so tight…" Chopper moaned, as he began to buck, fucking his hands. He squeezed his cock hard and bucked faster.
Luffy had finished his shower and walked towards the door. Chopper was drooling like crazy, as he was lost in his fantasy, and the scent of Luffy's body made it stronger. "Oh, Luffy, so tight, so amazing, I'm cumming!"
Just as Luffy opened the door, he got covered in cum. Chopper gasped, as he realized he had just gotten busted. Luffy looked at Chopper, with his cock out, and blushing from embarrassment, Luffy smiled. "Oh, sorry Chopper, didn't mean to interrupt you. I'm going to take another shower."
Luffy closed the door, and Chopper breathed a sigh of relief, as he heard the shower running. "That was too close… wait a minute, does Luffy feel nothing for me? Oh crap, he doesn't realize I was jerking off to him… oh crap, that could have been the perfect chance to confess."
Tony Tony Chopper failed.
To be continued…
NEXT CHAPTER
Chapter 2
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Chapter 2: Dalton
While on the snow island, Dalton pulled Luffy to the side, away from the crew and the townspeople. "Hey there, Ox Man, how's it going?" Luffy said, chuckling.
"My wounds have healed well, and our kingdom is free from Wapol. It's very good, and it's all thanks to you," Dalton replied.
"No big deal," Luffy said, with a chuckle. Dalton chuckled as well. "You truly are amazing, Luffy-san."
Dalton started stripping off his armor and clothes, Luffy looked at him in confusion. "Luffy-san, this body has been for the people for so long, but you have done so much for them. I wish to repay you in a special way."
"But then, why are you naked?" Luffy asked.
"You will see," Dalton replied, as he crawled over to Luffy. He undid the boy's pants and dropped them, revealing his massive, soft manhood. Luffy just stared in confusion. Dalton licked his lips and started lapping at the soft manhood. The rubber boy groaned, and his manhood started to rise.
Once it reached full arousal, Dalton started licking Luffy's balls. Luffy moaned, and Dalton took a ball into his mouth and sucked on it. Luffy moaned and rubbed the back of Dalton's head.
Dalton went to the main course and started stroking his own rod, as he slowly took Luffy's cock into his mouth. The Ox Man sucked Luffy hungrily, and Luffy moaned in pure joy. Luffy came into Dalton's mouth, and Dalton tasted the rubber man's cum. It tasted so good, he moaned around the length and came as well.
Luffy panted, as his cock slipped from Dalton's lips, and the man drank his seed. Dalton took a deep breath. "Alright, let's convince him to stay here."
He turned to Luffy, but Luffy was already pulling up his pants. "Wow, that was really great. Don't know why you got naked for that, but it was still fun," Luffy said, as he patted Dalton on the head. "You're a funny guy, take care of this place."
Dalton shed tears, as Luffy left. "Damn, I was so close."
Dalton's chance failure.
To be continued
NEXT CHAPTER
Chapter 3
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Chapter 3: Chopper's 2nd Chance
Chopper paced back and forth, he needed to get Luffy to notice him. He remembered that certain scents could be used to attract a mate. Chopper wondered through various vials and ingredients, he started mixing ingredients until his concoction was complete.
It was poured into a perfume bottle. "Alright, this should make Luffy notice me," he said, before he sprayed himself with the mixture. If it worked, Luffy should smell this scent, get hard, and want to fuck him.
Chopper sniffed himself to make sure he smelled good. "Hmm, perfect. I think this will get Luffy's attention."
However, this scent made Chopper excited. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, and Chopper felt his body heat up with desire. His pink shorts became too tight, and he kicked them off. His cock sprang into the air and started leaking. Chopper whimpered and began stroking himself. "Damn it, I didn't think the mixture would affect me." The doctor worked his arousal, but found it wasn't enough for him to cum. The Zoan whimpered and started fondling his balls. It still wasn't enough to get him off.
Luffy walked in on Chopper, moaning and whimpering, working his cock and balls. He also saw the tears in his eyes. "What's wrong, Chopper?"
"Can't cum, please help, Luffy."
Luffy thought for a moment, before smiling and moving over to Chopper. Luffy licked two fingers and brought them to Chopper's hole. Luffy slipped one in, and Chopper moaned. Luffy worked the rubber finger in and out, searching for that special spot. The reindeer Zoan moaned and cried out Luffy's name.
The rubber man grinned and slipped in a second finger, fucking his doctor. Chopper screamed Luffy's name, as he came, a huge amount of seed. His seed covered his body and countered the smell of the mixture. Luffy got Chopper cleaned up and put him in bed.
"Thank you, Luffy."
"No problem, Chopper. I would help anyone on my crew have a good rest," Luffy said, as he left with a wave.
Chopper gasped. "Damn it, he still doesn't get that I love him."
Chopper's 2nd attempt failure.
End of Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
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Warning: Yaoi.
Pairing: Luffy/Lucci.
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Chapter 4: Lucci
Lucci was undercover as a shipwright and was all alone with a certain Straw Hat captain. "Hmm, he smells good for a pirate. Guess it wouldn't go against my mission to have a little fun."
Lucci pressed his body against Luffy's. He growled in pleasure, and Luffy gasped.
"Hey, you sound like a cat!"
Luffy's hands came up and scratched Lucci behind the ear. Lucci blushed and let out an unstoppable purring noise. Luffy chuckled, and his eyes sparkled. Luffy's fingers brushed down over Lucci's cheek, and his head tilted back. His fingers rubbed over his throat, earning more purrs from the male.
Luffy's hands worked to undo the buttons on Lucci's button-up shirt. He gently scratched over Lucci's chest. One finger brushed over a nipple. "Ahh, yes," Lucci purred. Luffy chuckled, as his hand scratched over Lucci's washboard abs. Luffy rubbed Lucci's belly, and the man moaned loudly.
Lucci came in his pants, his body shook in pleasure, and he held onto Luffy for support.
"Wow, you must really like getting scratched. You must be part cat or something. Well, you better get cleaned up, might be kind of embarrassing with that huge wet stain," Luffy said, as he palmed Lucci's wet crotch. Lucci shuddered.
"I'll be back to look at my ship later, do a thorough inspection, okay," Luffy said, as he ran off before Lucci could say a word.
Lucci's chance failed.
End of Chapter 4 |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zoey-101
Chapter 1: A Bimbo and a Smile
Logan smiled and waved goodbye to his latest date, Amy...Ashley…no, Erin. Did it even matter? He went from girl to girl, and to be honest, he was getting tired of it. He was 16 and had never been in a relationship that lasted more than a couple of weeks. Lately, he didn't care much for hotness in a girl; he looked more for what was inside, the personality. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed, wondering what he was becoming.
"Hey," a voice from behind him said. He looked up to see none other than Quinn smiling down at him.
"Oh...hey, sit?" he asked, trying his best to look happy. She grinned and sat down, and he looked at her smile. It really was beautiful...did he just think that?
"What's wrong? You look sad," Quinn asked, looking concerned.
"I'm fine," he gave her his award-winning smile, hoping she would back off.
"It's Quinn, not another one of your traps. I don't fall for that smile," she laughed.
"Damn," he joked, "and like I've said before, no girl can resist me."
"Yeah, I totally look for obnoxious jerks," she giggled.
"That's not funny!" he demanded, "stop laughing."
She wouldn't stop. She giggled and giggled, her laugh so light and contagious that soon Logan was laughing too. He knew they were getting funny looks from the people around them, but he didn't care; he didn't want her to ever stop laughing.
"What are we even laughing about again?" she breathed, finally calming down.
"Don't have a clue," he shrugged, grinning at her.
Her face soon became worried again. "Seriously though, what's up?"
"Don't you have some experiment to get on with?" he asked.
"Yes, actually. Now you mention it, I need someone to..." she started.
"I'm not doing any crazy experiments for you," he interrupted.
"Please?" she asked.
"No," he replied.
"Pretty, please?" she tried again.
"Not a chance," he said firmly.
"Fine," she muttered, "but what is really wrong?"
He sighed and gave in to her. "Fine! I'll tell you."
"Yes!" she yelled, "prying always works."
"I'm not telling you now," Logan joked.
She gave him a puppy-eyed look that no one could resist. "Fine, I'm just having some...girl...problems," he gave in.
Quinn gave him a look that suggested she was trying her best not to burst out in laughter. He narrowed his eyes at her, and she let it out in another fit of giggles. It was funny; he had never taken her as the giggling type. In fact, he had never thought of her as having a type at all until now.
She finally stopped laughing and spoke, "I'm sorry, Logan, but you, girl problems?"
Fiddling with his fingers, he decided to let it all out. "It's just, you know how I usually date a lot of girls just because they're hot?"
"Yeah, I know..." she muttered, and if Logan didn't know any better, he would have taken her face as jealousy.
"Anyway," he continued, "I'm just sick of bimbo after bimbo. They all just want one thing, and that's what I thought I wanted, but now I just want to settle down with a girl. Someone I really like and can have a laugh with. You know what I mean?"
There she went again, that beautiful, caring smile that he loved to see come from her lips. He expected her to laugh at him, but instead, her eyes were soft, and she looked almost dreamy.
"That...that's really sweet, Logan," she coughed, shaking herself out of daydreaming, "I never knew you felt that way."
"Yeah, well, I didn't either," he admitted.
"Logan has a heart! Who knew?" she giggled once again.
He loved that giggle, and without even thinking about it, he leaned across and captured her mouth with his. The feel of her soft lips against his rough ones felt magical. He was surprised to feel her respond, and he deepened the kiss. They both moved their lips in tune with each other passionately. It was unlike any other kisses he had experienced; this felt real. At the back of his mind, he couldn't believe he was kissing Quinn Pensky, but that thought was pushed out of his mind as her lips moved with his.
Eventually, they broke apart, breathless and silent. He didn't know what to say; what could he say? He had just kissed Quinn, never in his life would he have thought himself to be attracted to Quinn, but now it seemed like she was the only girl in the world.
Then she did it. She smiled that beautiful, toothy smile again. She let out the smallest of giggles, and he knew then that Quinn Pensky was the one for him. He felt that as long as he had her smile, everything would be fine. He guessed he always knew that opposites attract, but who would've thought that Logan Reese, Quinn Pensky, and attract would ever be used in the same sentence?
"Did that just happen?" she smiled nervously.
"It...it did," he said, trying to find the words to speak again.
"So...what does this mean?" she asked.
He grinned. "That you can be another one of my bimbos."
"Not on your life," she screeched.
"You just wait, Quinn Pensky," he told her, "like I told you, no one can resist Logan Reese."
"You know what?" she whispered, "I'm beginning to think that no one can."
"You got that right," he said cockily, "not even Quinn Pensky." |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zoey-101
A New Year
Chapter 1: A New Year
Hello. I'm bored and not really in the mood to continue one of my chapter stories, and I wanted to write a oneshot about New Year's. Better late than never, right? After you finish reading it and review (which I would be extremely happy if you did), go to my profile page and vote for what couple you want to see in my next oneshot.
Lola was excited that she was picked to host the New Year's party. She was setting up her dorm room with signs that read "Happy New Year" and "2009". She was interrupted by a knock sounding at the door. She got up and ran over to it, knowing it would be one of her friends. When she saw it was just Logan, she frowned and mumbled something about a loser idiot who dates Quinn, and walked into the living room, where she was previously throwing confetti onto the coffee tables that were in that room.
Logan rolled his eyes and walked inside with butlers carrying his bags behind him. When Lola saw the three huge bags of luggage that were in use for three days, Lola stated, "You are such a girl." Logan rolled his eyes again. It was a cyclical routine. Logan sat on a chair in the Martinez's living room while Lola sat on their couch. They sat there in silence for about twenty minutes until they heard the doorbell ring.
"Finally!" Lola cheered as she ran to the door. She opened it to find Chase and Zoey. "Chase! Zoey!" She screamed as she hugged them. Lola was really excited to sit with her friends, not just Logan. Chase helped Lola with the luggage upstairs to where Vince, Michael, Chase, and Logan were going to have to share a room and placed the luggage in it.
When Lola got into the room, she placed the bags down and collapsed onto the bed. "I'm out of breath," she sighed wearily. Chase laughed lightly and shook his head as he lay down on the bed next to her and said, "You carried one duffel bag." "Whatever," Lola mumbled and rolled her eyes again, while Chase just laughed.
They heard the doorbell again, and Lola ran down to the door, Chase following her. She opened the door to find Michael, and he ran inside to hug her and then Chase, screaming, "I missed you guys so much!" Logan looked disgusted when it was his turn to get hugged, and Zoey slightly laughed at him. He took a seat on the floor in front of the fireplace after putting his bags in the guest room.
Zoey and Lola sat on the couch in front of him, but they were separated by a coffee table. Logan sat to the right of him in one chair, and Chase sat across from Logan in another big chair. Their house was pretty big and very elegant looking. Their living room was mixed with colors of white, off-white, beige, and a creamy color.
At the next knock heard at the door, Lola went to answer it and found Lisa. She smiled as a greeting and held the door open for her. Lisa settled herself next to Michael, and Lola went into the kitchen to get them drinks and snacks. It was ten o'clock AM, and they had to leave for the city at six o'clock that night, since she had VIP passes, they didn't have to worry about crowds.
She walked back into the living room to see Vince, and she nearly dropped the popcorn and chips with glasses of cherry-flavored drink onto the white carpet. Luckily, she made it in time to settle down the tray on the coffee table. She hugged Vince, and he took a seat on the other side of Michael. "Where's Quinn?" Logan asked. "I don't know. She told me..." Zoey was cut off by a knock at the door and finished with, "She was coming right now." Everyone knew it was Quinn, because James said he couldn't come because he was visiting his cousin's house for New Year's.
Lola answered the door for Quinn, and she greeted everyone. They started playing trivia games and "would you rather." After they watched a movie and played more games, Lola's mom came into the room, telling them it was time to go.
At the City
"You should've told us that our 'VIP' tickets were to see the Jonas Brothers. I would rather have to go a week without hair product than see the Jonas Brothers," Logan whined, while Quinn gave him a disapproving look, and he mouthed "What?" Lola responded with, "You're lucky you're here at all. I didn't want to invite you, but your girlfriend made me." "Okay, just stop!" Quinn yelled, getting annoyed by their constant arguing.
Well, here we are again, throwing punch lines, no one wins. As the morning sun begins to rise, we're fading fast, and we won't work this out. No, we're not gonna work this out tonight. No, we're not gonna make this right tonight. So I'll give her a kiss and say goodnight.
Lola was singing at the top of her lungs along with the Jonas Brothers, with her friends laughing with her. Later, as the people in Times Square all stop and stare at the flashing countdown, the people chant, "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" And they start their New Year with a kiss.
How'd you like the pointless oneshot? Well, review even if you hated it, pretty please. Also, don't forget to go look at my profile page and vote on what couple you would like to see in my next oneshot. Another also, my sister whenthewindblows should be posting her first fanfic here soon, so watch out for it and review! Thanks! Happy New Year! |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zoey-101
*Chapter 1: Assuming*
Disclaimer: I don't own any TV shows.
It was just another April afternoon. Chase rubbed his thumb against the side of Zoey's hand. "So, I got the tickets."
"Tickets for what?" Zoey leaned back a little to meet his gaze, her head resting on his chest while he reclined against a tree.
"What do you mean, tickets for what?" Chase scoffed and gave her a pointed look. "The tickets for the big formal dance!" Chase made a 'duh' face.
Staring up at him, Zoey blinked once, twice, three times before averting her eyes and frowning once more. "You don't look happy," Chase said, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
Zoey shrugged, playing with the fingers of his hand that were laced with hers. "I'm not." Chase looked shocked. "Seriously? I thought you wanted to go to this thing! It's all you and Nicole and Lola have been talking about! I thought you'd be thrilled that I bought us two tickets to go..."
"Well, maybe if you had-" Zoey started to say, but Chase cut her off.
"We are not like that!" Zoey pulled her hand away from his and sat up, switching positions so she was sitting Indian-style across from him. "Psh, oh, okay," Chase said, rolling his eyes.
Zoey crossed her arms over her chest, not speaking to him anymore. Chase sighed. "Are you mad at me now?" No response, just a steely glare.
"I really have no idea what I did now. I swear, a guy brings up a simple topic like 'I got the tickets' and suddenly it's a war zone," Chase said, keeping his green eyes on her. "C'mon, Zoe, lighten up. We're gonna have a great time at this dance, I promise! The committee isn't doing that dumb personality quiz like eighth grade, which sucked because you went with that other guy, or that stupid bonfire-on-the-beach theme like last year, which sucked because I was too chicken to ask you, (plus the whole thing with that one guy getting too close to the fire, forcing the fire department to come and ending the dance early)."
Zoey was now looking at him with only mild annoyance, instead of full-on anger. "This year is gonna rock; I'm determined that it'll rock, because now we're dating and it isn't gonna be this awkward thing. It'd be great if we could have limos, too, y'know, 'cause that'd be pretty awesome, just like regular schools. Of course, you'd never use one here anyway, 'cause it'd be quicker on foot than riding in a limo, and man, are they expensive. You'd have to pay by the hour, which means you'd have to drive around campus for a while, just hanging out, waiting for your money's worth. Though I guess we could always get Logan to pay; it'd be like buying a pack of gum for him."
"Chase?" Zoey said, breaking into his monologue.
"Yeah?" Chase replied, who had been staring off in the distance behind Zoey, brought his attention back to her face.
"What are you talking about?" Zoey asked.
"Oh… uh…" Chase scratched his neck. "Oh, right! The dance! It's gonna be awesome. I've got the tickets, and it isn't for another three weeks, so that gives me plenty of time to get a suit and you can get your pretty dress and it'll be perfect. I just want this to be great, for both of us, y'know?"
Zoey had completely melted at this point, and she smiled a little, her brown eyes twinkling. "I know."
"Then why are you so mad about me getting the tickets?" Chase asked, still confused.
Shaking her head in amusement, Zoey patted his knee. "Chase… you never asked me to go in the first place!"
Chase stared at her, his mouth slowly falling open. "Ask you?"
"Yeah!" Zoey crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze defiant. "Sometimes a girl wants to be asked to something special, even if it is by her boyfriend, who she should be going with anyway. Especially by her boyfriend, in fact." Zoey nodded knowingly.
"You got mad at me because I, your boyfriend, didn't think to ask you, my girlfriend, if you wanted to go to the dance with me?" Chase's look was incredulous.
Zoey shrugged easily. "Yes."
Chase rubbed his temple. "Well… I'm glad you told me before someone else got to you!" He smiled lightly. "Apparently, you only go to dances with guys who ask outright."
"That's normally been my policy, yeah," Zoey said, grinning at him cutely.
"Okay then…" Chase moved to a kneeling position and took both Zoey's hands in his own. "Zoey Brooks, will you go to the dance with me?"
"Finally, you ask!" She looked at him cheekily, then softened. "And if you're offering… then I may as well say yes, Chase Matthews, I will go to the dance with you."
Chase leaned forward and kissed her, then sat back down and spread his legs out on either side of her. "I'm glad you did. Those tickets cost a fortune."
Zoey raised her eyebrows. "I hope that teaches you a lesson about not assuming things."
"Well, you know what they say about people who assume," Chase said, pausing for a moment.
"What's that?" Zoey asked, waiting for his punch line, not able to help but find him adorable.
Chase paused a second, building the anticipation. She lifted an eyebrow, her pretty face questioning him. "They make an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'."
She giggled at that, sweetly and disbelievingly at the same time, and placed her hands on his knees, shifting her body forward a little. "Chase?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up," she advised, closing the distance between them.
Just another afternoon. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zoey-101
Emotion
Chapter 1: Emotion
"Unexpressed emotions never die."
One
Familiarity was a warm feeling. When she met Chase for the first time, that sunny August day, on her move-in day to PCA, she felt as if she was reuniting with an old friend. He had the personality that gave off the impression of genuine interest and concern. She knew within the short conversation they had at the flagpole that he was someone she wanted to get to know. And she got the sense that the feeling was reciprocated.
Over the year that followed, she and Chase did just that. He ended up becoming her best friend in a very short period of time. He was dorky and awkward, but managed to pull it off in a way that was both hilarious and extremely cute.
When the year ended, and she hugged him goodbye and left for the summer, she reflected over the months that had passed and came to the conclusion that he was someone she could not live without. She barely remembered what it was like to not know him, and never wanted to go back to that.
The summer was painfully slow, but as the school year approached, and as she walked onto campus for the first time in three months, she found that sense of familiarity again, and smiled.
Two
Pain was something she had felt externally on many occasions. She had broken her wrist at the tender age of six, received a concussion at the age of eleven while playing basketball, and broken her ankle the previous semester. She had never before, though, had any experience with emotional pain. With heartbreak.
Sure, she had experienced jealousy, sadness, grief. But heartbreak was different. It was the type of pain that started somewhere in her chest, a place she didn't even know existed, and spread throughout her entire body. Her stomach would drop to the lowest pit of her body. The world around her would stop. It was like someone was ripping her body open from the inside out, and she couldn't find the will to stitch it back together.
She couldn't stop playing it over and over in her head. As she opened the door to his room, seeing for only a second, his lips pressed up against hers. It was the longest second of her life.
She had wanted to run away, but she was strong, or at least, that's what she told herself. She held her head up high as he introduced his at-the-time girlfriend, Rebecca. But she knew she didn't disguise the pain she felt.
Three
Loneliness is a feeling that you only truly know when you sit with your best friends, the most familiar ones, and you no longer get a feeling of belonging inside of you. That's how she would describe it, anyways.
Her friends barely noticed the change, and sometimes she wondered if it was all just inside her head. Like, she was blowing things out of proportion. That this was just a temporary thing, nothing to be concerned about.
She felt as if she didn't have a connection to them, or anyone for that matter. Their conversations were trivial, and the things that once excited her no longer gave her a spark. PCA's first prom was coming up, now that there were finally enough girls in the school to host a proper event, and she didn't care.
Sometimes she'd just tune them out and pick aimlessly at her food, sometimes she'd excuse herself early and walk around campus, not paying attention to where she was going. She thought she was going insane. When in reality, she was missing her best friend. He wasn't there. Loneliness was truly evident when she stood with her friends but wished silently that they would leave.
Four
As a sixteen-year-old girl, she knew that she had barely experienced the world. But if there was one thing she knew for certain, it was that she was in love with Chase Matthews.
She wouldn't deny that she had her doubts, but looking into his eyes that night, prom night, the first night together in nearly six months, she found herself with a brand new feeling. She did know she loved him before, but she did not know to what degree.
Being in love was just like the familiarity she had felt before, but stronger. The hole that had been created through heartbreak and loneliness ceased to exist.
She was strong and independent. She did not rely on the validation of a boy to determine her happiness, but as she looked at Chase, she realized that he was the one who brought out the best parts of her. Without him around, she had forgotten who she truly was.
When she kissed him for the first time, she was so nervous, yet comfortable, that she lost her complete train of thought, and kissed him again just to feel the spark. She was wholly, truly, deeply in love with him, and that wasn't going to change any time soon.
Yet another attempt to get back on this site as an active writer. This past year has just been really shitty, so thank you to everyone who has been supportive of me and continues to hang around. If you didn't pick up on it, this story is centered around Zoey and some of the emotions she had faced through her time with Chase.
Give me feedback, please. This is far from my best work, but I'm just trying to dust off the cobwebs and write from the heart.
-Sarah |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zoey-101
Chapter 1: First
"What's wrong?" Logan asked his friend, Quinn, as he pulled up beside the bench she was sitting on with his mo-ped. Quinn shook her head, turning away from him and pushing her hair behind her ears. Logan got off his motor scooter and sat next to her on the bench.
"Quinn," Logan whined, gripping her small hand in his and patting it reassuringly. She sniffled and stared at him. Logan bit his lip and reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes, but she stopped him, wiping them away with her own hand and smudging the makeup she had taken hours to apply.
"Do you honestly care?" she asked in a stuffed-up and very hurt-sounding tone. Logan squeezed the hand he held in his and nodded. She stared at him incredulously, and he grimaced.
"I know I seem insensitive," he began, a few moments into their stare-down, "but I really care about you, Quinn." Quinn swallowed hard and looked away from Logan.
"Mark broke up with me," she said with a sob. Logan moved closer to her and draped his arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.
"What?" he asked, slightly too loud, and Quinn tensed next to him.
"Yeah," she replied after a few moments, feeling slightly uncomfortable about the comfort she was getting from his slight embrace.
"Why?" he asked, leaning forward so that he could see her face.
"For Brooke," she muttered, and Logan straightened slightly.
"Well," he began, "she is pretty cute..." Quinn pulled away from him and narrowed her eyes.
"Gee, thanks, Logan," she growled, standing up and beginning to stomp off in the opposite direction.
"Quinn," Logan said, speeding after her and catching her by the arm, "wait."
"Why?" Quinn asked, refusing to look at him. "I can't compete with her." Logan sighed and pulled Quinn around to face him.
"You shouldn't have to," he said, gazing into her eyes. Quinn blinked.
"What?" she asked, slightly confused.
"If Mark wants Brooke, then he can have her," Logan whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. "In my book, you're better."
"Logan," Quinn began, but he stopped her.
"I'm not finished," he said, pressing a finger against her lips. "You might be a total spaz sometimes—" Quinn rolled her eyes—"but you're beautiful, and smart, and all the things Brooke isn't." Quinn bit her lip and stared into Logan's eyes. Logan smiled down at her before backing away slightly and retrieving her glasses from the bench she had been sitting on.
"Here," he said, placing them on her face. "Now there's the Quinn I know." Quinn smiled at him as another sob escaped her lips, and a tear rolled down her cheek. His expression softened, and he reached out to wipe away her sadness. She leaned into his touch, eyes closing, and her lips parting slightly.
"Logan," she whispered as he moved closer to her, tracing his fingertips along her neck as he pressed his lips against hers. Quinn breathed in deeply through her nose, gripping the front of Logan's shirt in her fists as she kissed him back.
"Faster!" A familiar voice screamed from beside them as they heard a horse gallop past. They jumped apart then and watched as Zoey and Michael made their way towards one of the many school buildings on horseback.
"Wow," Quinn said, touching her lips and watching the two on the horse. Logan smiled to himself and stared at her.
"Weirdest day ever," he said, absently pushing a strand of hair out of her face.
"Uh-huh," Quinn agreed, eyes still wide from the shock of the kiss.
Later that evening, Logan and Quinn approached the group. "Where have you two been?" Zoey asked. Quinn shrugged.
"I've been in class," Logan answered, eying Quinn suspiciously.
"Uh-huh," Michael said as the two sat next to each other at the table. Quinn stared down at her food, a light blush forming across her cheeks as Logan slowly began eating.
"You okay, Quinn?" Lola asked. Quinn just shrugged and stared at her plate. Lola and Zoey exchanged worried looks.
"How did it go with—" Zoey began, pausing for a moment to weigh Quinn's reaction—"Mark?" Quinn looked up and rolled her eyes.
"He's happy with Brooke," she muttered.
"You don't sound too happy about that," Logan said, looking at Quinn out of the corner of his eye.
"They deserve each other," she said spitefully before adding, "I'm better off without him."
"Can we change the subject, please?" Michael asked as James took a seat next to Zoey.
"Logan," James began as he sat down, "Becca was looking for you." Logan glanced up and nodded.
"What for?" Logan asked as he felt Quinn's gaze bore into him.
"Something about Norwegian shampoo," James replied. Logan merely shrugged and went back to eating.
"Okay," Zoey said, "what is wrong with you two?" Quinn shrugged.
"Nothing," Logan answered.
"I don't feel very hungry," Quinn said after a while, grabbing her tray and dumping it in the nearest trashcan before stalking off in the direction of their dormitories.
The group watched her go for a few moments before Logan stood up and stretched, dumping his tray and heading in the opposite direction without even saying so much as good-night.
"Weird day," Lola said as they watched Logan stalk off in the opposite direction.
"Totally," Zoey agreed. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zoey-101
Chapter 1: First
Logan pulled up beside the bench where Quinn was sitting with his motor scooter. "What's wrong?" he asked. Quinn shook her head, turning away from him and pushing her hair behind her ears. Logan got off his scooter and sat next to her on the bench.
"Quinn," Logan whined, gripping her small hand in his and patting it reassuringly. She sniffled and stared at him. Logan bit his lip and reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes, but she stopped him, wiping them away with her own hand and smudging the makeup she had taken hours to apply.
"Do you honestly care?" she asked in a stuffed-up and very hurt-sounding tone. Logan squeezed the hand he held in his and nodded. She stared at him incredulously, and he grimaced.
"I know I seem insensitive," he began, a few moments into their stare-down, "but I really care about you, Quinn." Quinn swallowed hard and looked away from Logan.
"Mark broke up with me," she said with a sob. Logan moved closer to her and draped his arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.
"What?" he asked, slightly too loud, and Quinn tensed next to him.
"Yeah," she replied after a few moments, feeling slightly uncomfortable about the comfort she was getting from his slight embrace.
"Why?" he asked, leaning forward so that he could see her face.
"For Brooke," she muttered, and Logan straightened slightly.
"Well," he began, "she is pretty cute..." Quinn pulled away from him and narrowed her eyes.
"Gee, thanks, Logan," she growled, standing up and beginning to stomp off in the opposite direction.
"Quinn," Logan said, speeding after her and catching her by the arm, "wait."
"Why?" Quinn asked, refusing to look at him, "I can't compete with her." Logan sighed and pulled Quinn around to face him.
"You shouldn't have to," he said, gazing into her eyes. Quinn blinked.
"What?" she asked, slightly confused.
"If Mark wants Brooke, then he can have her," Logan whispered, pressing his forehead against hers, "in my book, you're better."
"Logan," Quinn began, but he stopped her.
"I'm not finished," he said, pressing a finger against her lips, "you might be a total spaz sometimes—" Quinn rolled her eyes—"but you're beautiful, and smart, and all the things Brooke isn't." Quinn bit her lip and stared into Logan's eyes. Logan smiled down at her before backing away slightly and retrieving her glasses from the bench she had been sitting on.
"Here," he said, placing them on her face, "now there's the Quinn I know." Quinn smiled at him as another sob escaped her lips, and a tear rolled down her cheek. His expression softened, and he reached out to wipe away her sadness. She leaned into his touch, eyes closing and her lips parting slightly.
"Logan," she whispered as he moved closer to her, tracing his fingertips along her neck as he pressed his lips against hers. Quinn breathed in deeply through her nose, gripping the front of Logan's shirt in her fists as she kissed him back.
"Faster!" a familiar voice screamed from beside them as they heard a horse gallop past. They jumped apart, then, and watched as Zoey and Michael made their way towards one of the many school buildings on horseback.
"Wow," Quinn said, touching her lips and watching the two on the horse. Logan smiled to himself and stared at her.
"Weirdest day ever," he said, absently pushing a strand of hair out of her face.
"Uh-huh," Quinn agreed, eyes still wide from the shock of the kiss.
Later that evening, Logan and Quinn approached the group. "Where have you two been?" Zoey asked. Quinn shrugged.
"I've been in class," Logan answered, eying Quinn suspiciously.
"Uh-huh," Michael said as the two sat next to each other at the table. Quinn stared down at her food, a light blush forming across her cheeks as Logan slowly began eating.
"You okay, Quinn?" Lola asked. Quinn just shrugged and stared at her plate. Lola and Zoey exchanged worried looks.
"How did it go with—" Zoey began, pausing for a moment to weigh Quinn's reaction—"Mark?" Quinn looked up and rolled her eyes.
"He's happy with Brooke," she muttered.
"You don't sound too happy about that," Logan said, looking at Quinn out of the corner of his eye.
"They deserve each other," she said spitefully before adding, "I'm better off without him."
"Can we change the subject, please?" Michael asked as James took a seat next to Zoey.
"Logan," James began, "Becca was looking for you." Logan glanced up and nodded.
"What for?" Logan asked as he felt Quinn's gaze bore into him.
"Something about Norwegian shampoo," James replied. Logan merely shrugged and went back to eating.
"Okay," Zoey said, "what is wrong with you two?" Quinn shrugged.
"Nothing," Logan answered.
"I don't feel very hungry," Quinn said after a while, grabbing her tray and dumping it in the nearest trashcan before stalking off in the direction of their dormitories.
The group watched her go for a few moments before Logan stood up and stretched, dumping his tray and heading in the opposite direction without even saying so much as good-night.
"Weird day," Lola said as they watched Logan stalk off in the opposite direction.
"Totally," Zoey agreed. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zoey-101
Jealousy
Chapter 1: Jealousy
Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101.
"Quinn! Hey Quinn, wait up!" I turned around to see my ex-boyfriend, Mark Del Figgalo, running - or rather, waddling - behind me. I stifled a laugh, realizing this was the only time I had ever seen him run.
"Um, hi, Mark…" I said awkwardly. "Can I help you?"
"I broke up with Brooke," he said. I rolled my eyes.
"Save it, Mark. I know that Brooke broke up with you, okay? I have to get to class." I tried to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.
"I was going to break up with her anyway," he retorted. I rolled my eyes again.
"No offense, Mark, but why are you telling me this? I have zero interest in your love life," I told him.
"I made a mistake, Quinn," he said quietly. "You meant so much more to me than Brooke ever did." This was the most emotion he had ever shown me.
"I'm happy with Logan now, Mark," I said firmly. "And you know that." Then I walked away.
"At least consider taking me back!" he called after me.
"Not likely," I called back, then turned the corner to head back to my dorm.
"Hey babe," I leaned down and pecked Logan on the lips, then sat next to him.
"Hi," he answered. "I ordered some California rolls for you. I know they're your favorite." He grinned at me. I smiled back. Mark never knew that about me, I suddenly thought. Why was I comparing Logan to Mark? "Quinn? Are you okay? Did you want yellowtail instead?"
"What, no, California rolls are great, thanks," I quickly took a sip of my lemon tea. "Mark wants me back," I blurted suddenly. I couldn't lie to Logan. He blinked.
"What?" he looked at me, confused. "He knows you're with me, though."
"Yeah, but for some reason, he probably thinks I want to get back together with him," I shrugged. "But don't worry, I made it perfectly clear that I'm devoted to you."
"Maybe I should make it more clear," he said angrily.
"Logan, don't. He gets it, okay? I can take care of myself," I argued.
"I know, I know, but he needs to know that you're my girlfriend and you're off-limits," he defended.
"Yes, he does. I told him that already," I persisted. "Logan, please don't talk to him about this. I handled it, okay? Can we just please enjoy our date?" He rolled his eyes, then smiled at me.
"Yeah, okay. But we're talking about this later."
"I mean, he was pissed," I told my roommates later that night. Lola was leaning against my bed, and Zoey was sitting on the couch reading a magazine.
"Well, it doesn't look like he'll be letting it go anytime soon," Zoey sighed.
"So, he wants you back?" Lola asked in astonishment. We both ignored her.
"Boys are very territorial," Zoey said. "They show off their girlfriends and will go ballistic if another guy even tries to touch them. It's a guy thing."
"It's the testosterone," Lola chimed in. "It's always the testosterone."
"Lola, I'm not going to blame Logan's jealousy on his boy hormones, especially not to his face," Zoey chuckled. All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it," I said, getting off my bed to open the door. "Mark!" I yelped in surprise. His eye was swollen, and he had an ice pack against it.
"Hi, Quinn," he said in a monotone voice.
"What are you doing here? I told you I wasn't interested," I said, putting my hand on my hip.
"Your boyfriend clocked me in the face," he said simply.
"Logan did this?!" I was honestly a little surprised. I had believed Logan when he said he would let it go.
"Who else would it be?" Lola laughed.
"Lola, shut up!" Zoey hissed.
"Lola, call Logan, will you?" I asked her, then turned back to Mark. "You should really go to the nurse," I said.
"Walk with me?" he asked.
"I can't, I'm working on homework. And plus, I don't think it would be a good idea. But I hope your eye gets better," I said, closing the door.
"Logan Reese, get your ass down here right now," Lola said into the phone. "Of course, you're in trouble. And you better get over here in ten minutes. Got it? Good," she said, hanging up.
"That was a little harsh, Lols," Zoey said.
"Oh, please. He's scared; that's good," Lola rolled her eyes. Another knock at the door rang in our ears. Lola strutted over and thrust it open.
"Oh good, you're here. Zoey, I'm hungry. Let's go get ice cream," she said, and Zoey followed her out. We stood in silence for a few seconds.
"Mark was just here," I told Logan. He stiffened.
"I thought I made my point clear," he growled.
"Why? That really wasn't necessary. I talked to him, and he knows we're together."
"Not that well," he argued.
"Logan, I will never look at another guy as long as I'm with you. Okay? Why can't you understand that? Why can't you just ignore those very few guys who look in my direction?" He didn't answer. All of a sudden, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. His lips were warm and angry, full of passion and possession and lust. His hands traveled down to my waist, up my arms, and into my hair. When we finally broke apart, we were both panting and out of breath.
"You're my girl," he said huskily. "Don't you ever forget that." And then he kissed me again. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zoey-101
Know It All
Chapter 1: Know It All
To avoid any confusion, the italicized words represent the person's thoughts. Enjoy!
Zoey's POV
I was sitting in my History class when the teacher, Mr. Raemo, asked his third question about the Panama Canal. I, like I had done the other two times, raised my hand.
"Does anybody, other than Zoey, know the answer?" He looked around the class, and people shook their heads, stared into space, and I even heard someone let out a dry cough. "Okay, Ms. Brooke, please give me your answer." I gave him my answer confidently. I was also the only one who had answered the first two questions.
The bell rang, indicating the end of class and the end of the school day. I stood up, put my books in my bag, and started out of the room, but a few words coming out of some people's mouths stopped me.
"Oh my gosh! How much more of a know-it-all can Zoey be?" I looked to see who the speaker was and it was some girl who wore way too much makeup. She was talking to my best friend, Nicole. *Nothing to fret about. Nicole will back me up.*
Nicole's response was, "I know, right? I mean, jeez!" My jaw dropped, and my mouth was wide open. Nicole looked over in my direction and noticed me standing there for the first time. "Z-Zoey! I didn't—" I didn't stay around for her answer. I ran out of that room at the speed of light. *I thought Nicole was my friend! I guess not...*
I ran to one of my favorite places to get away from everyone, a huge tree that couldn't be seen from the sidewalk. When I reached my destination, I decided not to hold in my tears anymore. Actually, to be honest, it wasn't my decision... they just kind of fell.
Suddenly, I felt an arm go around my shoulders and pull me into a body. *I must have been crying so loudly that I didn't even realize a person had walked over.* The mysterious person tried to comfort me. After a while of crying into his shoulder, I'm assuming it was a him, I finally pulled away to see who it was.
When I pulled away, I couldn't see. My eyes were too tear-stained to see correctly. I wiped my eyes and saw a big bush of hair. I immediately recognized this to be my best friend Chase's hair. "Chase, do you think I'm a know-it-all?"
He took a good look at me and said softly, "Not at all. In fact, if you didn't answer those questions, who would have?" Chase was always there for me and always knew how to make me laugh, even in the worst situations.
"True. What happened when I left?"
"Oh, nothing much. The word spread to almost everyone, but don't you worry. I stood up for you."
"Ah, my knight in shining armor!" We both laughed at this, but Chase seemed to like the idea of it.
"Come on, let's get you up to your room." He got up, helped me up, and we walked off to my dorm. On the way there, we made small talk. We basically spoke about the weather and seals. Don't ask me how we started talking about seals, because all I know is that we were talking about how sunny it was, and then we found ourselves talking about how seals spin those balls on their noses.
We reached the building, entered the girl's lounge, and, much to my dismay, we were scorned by our fellow students. Chase was more aggravated than I was. Heck, he could have been aggravated for the both of us!
"Hey, Zoey, go ahead to the dorm. I'll meet you there."
"Okay." I walked out of the room, but instead of listening to Chase's directions, I just stood at the door. I wanted to know what he was going to do!
Chase's POV
I have had enough of this. I mean, so what if she answered three History questions! It's not like any of them were about to give it a shot.
"Hey guys, listen. Stop giving Zoey a hard time! It's not like any of you were about to give an answer."
Vince Blake, that stupid football jerk, spoke up. "You're only sticking up for her because you're in love with her." *How did he know I loved Zoey?*
"That's not—" I was cut off by one of Vince's cronies, Alex Garbange.
"Don't even try to tell us that it's not true. This whole room knows it's true."
I was defeated. "Okay, so maybe I do like Zoey, but that's not the only reason I stood up for her! I stood up for her because she's my friend, and she would have done the same thing for me. Also, because if she hadn't answered the questions, Mr. Raemo would have given us a quiz!" Once everyone heard my last sentence, there was a chorus of "True" and "Yeah."
I walked out of the room, and much to my surprise, I almost bumped into Zoey. "Z-Zoey! Did you hear that?" She nodded.
Chase, my best friend, Chase loves me? What is the world! When he walked out of the room, he almost bumped into me. He asked me if I heard what he said. I nodded and did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. I kissed him. *Oh my gosh, I'm kissing Chase!* When we pulled away, he had a surprised look on his face. "I love you too." It was out before I realized it. His eyes got a bit wider, but then he smiled softly at me.
"Zoey, will you be my girlfriend?" I returned the soft smile and said, "Of course." We walked off to my dorm hand in hand. *I may be a know-it-all, but I had no clue that Chase liked me.* |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zoey-101
*Chapter 1: Misheard*
Chase's POV: Takes place in art.
There, the vision of beauty in front of me is Zoey Brooks. There are no words to describe her - the whole "thousand monkeys, thousand typewriters, thousand year" bit simply does not apply. Although sometimes I worry that a monkey would have more of a chance with Zoey than me. I couldn't help but stare; she's gorgeous. Her light hair frames her face, which is lowered as she works on yet another masterpiece. She has a small blotch of blue paint on her nose - damn it. Even her flaws seem perfect.
She has her pointy pink tongue stuck slightly out between her teeth and lips in concentration; it's taking all of my strength not to grab her and kiss her right now. She looks at me, looking at her, and I quickly look away. "Stop moving!" She giggles. Her laughing could make the most amazing angel heaven has to offer incredibly jealous. "It's hard to paint you when you're not still." I immediately obey; hell, I would do anything for this girl. She's doing the tongue thing again; if I didn't know better, I'd swear she was trying to provoke me. I wish. Girls like her don't flirt with guys like me.
"Chase, kiss me." Whoa, wait... what? "Huh?" I stutter, unable to believe my own ears. "What... what did you say?" "I said, 'Do this for me.'" She makes a motion with her head, and I copy her, my heart racing and sinking at the same time. I know I only misheard, but I so wish I hadn't. How awesome would it be to kiss Zoey Brooks? I must be sweating, but she's too kind to say anything.
I'm overheating now. See how she flusters me! She scowls as I pull my overshirt off. "I will not tell you again, Matthews; sit still." She picks up a paintbrush loaded with green paint she'd been using for my eyes and flicks at me, splattering me with hazel-eye-colored droplets. She giggles. "Wanna date?" "Pardon?" I choke. "I asked for the black paint," she says very calmly. I have no reason to disbelieve her, so I blow it off and hand her the black paint.
Trying to focus on my modeling, with my goddess watching, I am failing miserably in my attempt to get kissing or dating Zoey at her suggestion out of my mind. She sighs dramatically. "Show me that you care." "What?!" I'm almost positive I heard that. "I said, I hate your hair." Okay... either she's really saying these things, or I'm going insane. "Sorry for the bushiness of my hair," I try to catch the attention of my friend Logan, who's flirting with an exasperated Lola, who's clearly uninterested. I grab the eraser and move it swiftly under the table; it hits his head, and he jumps, causing Lola to screech.
He turns and mouths, "What?" I signal at Zoey awkwardly, trying desperately not to gain her attention (for once). She notices, however. "Okay, gorgeous, go talk to him, but not without a goodbye kiss." Logan raises his eyebrows; did he hear it too? "For goodness' sake, go talk to him, but hurry, because I've got to finish this." She snaps, giving me the evil eye. I scuttle across to Logan. "Dude!" He laughs. "Am I going crazy, or did she just ask me to kiss her?" I have to ask. "That's what I heard," he says, patting me on the back.
"You both need your hearing checked," Lola says, dismissing my hopes with a shake of her head. "She's been doing it all lesson," I protest, now feeling slightly more confident in my hearing. "Asking me to kiss her and date her and stuff, then changing what she said." Nicole shakes her head too. "I have the ears of a bat... except cuter and with solid gold earrings; if she'd asked you out, I'd have heard from here. You know I live for that stuff." I have to admit... Nicole would be up on the gossip.
"Maybe we do need our hearing checked," I say with a sigh. I let myself get carried away. Behind me, Zoey yells, "BOO!" She laughs as I recover from the shock. "Unfunny," I mutter darkly. She turns around the piece of paper in her hand to show a finished portrait of me. She actually made me look... handsome, rather than boy-next-door cute. "Awesome," I say. The bell rings. Another wasted lesson. I wish I could just work up the courage to tell her. I hang back with her, because she and I have science together next; trust her to spend an eternity trying to gather her stuff.
"Chase," she says eventually, having her bag packed and ready to go. "If your hearing's bothering you, I'll talk louder." I try to brush it off as nothing, feeling embarrassed that Zoey thinks I'm going deaf. "I love you," she says. I just stare at her, looking cheekily back at me. I look up to check if I mistook the word "love" for "above" or "dove" or something... apparently not. "What did you say?" I breathe. "You heard me," she smirks. I'm speechless... did she... are we... is she... wow. I'm at a loss for words. She broadens her smirk. "You're a good listener, but not much of a talker."
"So, you were saying all that stuff?" I ask. She giggles. Damn her, must she make me melt? "Wanna kiss me?" she queries. I think I do need my hearing checked. This is Zoey Brooks. "Yeah..." I choke out eventually. "Yeah, I do." "Gotta catch me first, Matthews!" She cackles and runs off down the corridor. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zoey-101
Chapter 1: Mondays
Mondays are the dreaded day. Adults have to go back to work, and kids have to go back to school. Everyone is tired from the weekend. It seems like Mondays are the only day for me when something goes wrong. I forget to finish my geography homework, or I have to break up an early morning spat between Nicole and Dana. It's always one thing that goes wrong, but I get over it. Well, this Monday is different. On this particular Monday, everything went wrong.
The day started out normally. I got up, took a shower, got dressed, and followed my usual routine. I went to get some coffee with Chase before our first class. As soon as I took a sip, a guy dressed in a PCA Stingray suit was running extremely fast and collided with Chase, who bumped into me, spilling my scalding hot coffee all over me. "I'm sorry. Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Zoe!" Chase apologized repeatedly.
"It's okay, I'm going to go back to my dorm to change my shirt. Cover for me with Ms. Stinson, okay?" I asked him. Our teacher, Ms. Stinson, practically has a heart attack when someone is late to class. She always says, "You people have no excuse to be late to my English class. You live here, get alarm clocks, and use them!"
So I rushed back and changed clothes. I arrived at class about thirty seconds after the bell rang. Chase gave me a sympathetic look from his seat. Ms. Stinson was in an awful mood. She looked at me and said, "You're late, Miss Brooks. Detention."
Detention? I had never gotten a detention in my entire life. I started to protest, "But Ms. Stinson, I-"
She cut me off, "I don't want to hear it, Miss Brooks. I am not in a good mood. Be in the detention hall at three o'clock sharp, or you'll have two more detentions."
"Yes, ma'am," I said as I sat down.
After class, Chase and I walked out. "Zoey, I'm so sorry you got detention. I tried to explain that you had just gotten hot coffee dumped on you, but she didn't listen," Chase explained.
"Don't worry about it. Detention isn't that long, only two and a half hours. Plus, look on the bright side - I can do my homework without having to listen to Nicole and Dana argue," I pointed out.
"There's a plus!" Chase said excitedly.
"Yeah, I have to get to pre-calculus, or I'll have another detention. See you later," I dashed toward my class, but there was no one in there. It turned out that they were in the computer room working on a project that I had completely forgotten about. Luckily, my teacher, Mr. Knight, is very nice, but I missed three-quarters of the class, so I didn't get much done. I have to do it all tonight.
The rest of the day went worse than I expected it to be. After pre-calculus, my mom called, telling me that our old German shepherd, Nakita, had been hit by a car (I cried). I failed a history quiz, I forgot my lunch money back at my dorm, so I didn't have lunch, and I twisted my ankle and stubbed my toe because I tripped over a gigantic rock that was in the middle of the sidewalk.
Just as I walked out the door, I heard someone ask, "Did you have a bad day?"
I turned around, and there was Chase, leaning on the brick wall, a take-out bag from Sushi Rox in his hand. He smiled. I did my best to hobble over to the wall.
"I did," I said. "How'd you know?"
"It's Monday," Chase replied.
"I hate Mondays," I replied bitterly.
"Me too. I think everyone does. I knew you'd be hungry, so I got you some sushi," Chase said.
"Thanks. Want to sit?" I asked.
"Sure." We sat together on a bench by a fountain, eating in silence.
"So, what else made your day so bad, besides the coffee and the detention?" he asked. I told him about my calculus project, my dead dog, the lunch money, and my twisted, throbbing ankle.
He looked at me with worry and said, "Ow, let me see." He gently picked up my left ankle and studied it. "That doesn't look good, Zoe. I think it may be more than just a twisted ankle. We'd better get you to the nurse."
"Maybe you're right," I said, frustrated with how badly my day was going. I stood up and yelped in pain.
"Here, don't freak out. I'm going to pick you up," and before I knew it, I was in Chase's arms, on my way to the nurse.
"Oh, Chase, this isn't really necessary. I can walk," I said in what I knew was going to be a useless argument. Chase always looks out for me, kind of like my brother.
"If you walk on it, it may get worse," he said.
When we got to the nurse's office, she examined it and announced that it was sprained. I have to use crutches for a week. I think I'd rather have Chase carry me around all week. It felt good to have someone to hold me and care for me so deeply.
When we got back to my room, I thanked him for the sushi, and he thanked me for the good night we had spent together. I felt an odd feeling sweep over me. It was the same feeling that I get when I had a crush on Leonardo DiCaprio in 1999. It couldn't be...I didn't like Chase, did I? At first, I was in denial, and then I thought back to all the times he'd been there for me. It seemed so obvious; I should have realized that I liked him a long time ago.
"Hey, Chase?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you do me a favor?" I asked.
"Anything."
"Kiss me," I said. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zoey-101
The Election
Chapter 1: The Election
We interrupt our usual PCA programming for this special report. All eyes in the lounge shifted to the TV.
"I'm Jeremiah Tropman," the reporter said. "It seems that ninth-grade presidential candidate Chase Matthews has called a press conference to make an important announcement. We take you now live to this historic event... I say we take you now live to this historic event... cut to the event!"
The camera cut to Chase, who was standing at a podium. "Hi... is it on? Am I on? I am? Okay, hi. My name is Chase Matthews, or most of you may know me as the guy who eats out of garbage cans, shaves his legs, and picks on little girls. Now, I know that most of you thought that my opponent, Zoey Brooks, made that commercial, but she didn't. I did. I know that sounds pretty stupid, but I did it because I really think that Zoey is the best person for the job."
Zoey couldn't help but smile as she watched Chase from the lounge.
"Which is also why I have decided to drop out of the race for class president," Chase continued. "Anyway, I guess that's it. Is the camera off? Yes? It's not off yet? Turn it off."
The girls in the lounge found Chase's antics endearing. "How cute is he?" Nichole said. Zoey smiled widely.
Chase waited a couple of awkward seconds and then exited the podium. Mild laughter broke out among the few people occupying the girls' lounge.
As Zoey was thinking about how sweet Chase's gesture was, she realized that no one had ever done anything so selfless for her before. Her best friend had just told the entire campus how much he thought she was a better candidate, while purposely embarrassing himself and belittling himself in front of the entire student body. Butterflies took off in her stomach and fluttered rapidly. Maybe it was time, she thought. Maybe it was time to stop acting like she wasn't attracted to Chase, to stop pretending that she didn't want more than friendship. Maybe it was time to put aside the fear of losing him as a friend and focus on how amazing it would be to date the most thoughtful, caring, funny, bushy-haired guy she had ever known. I mean, look what he had just done for her. Love is a gamble, she thought, but it had become very apparent that Chase Matthews was worth the risk.
Zoey nervously left the lounge, trying to find Chase. The butterflies and nervousness still swirled in her stomach as the terrifying thought entered her mind: what if he doesn't feel the same way?
As she spotted Chase calmly reading on the roof, the butterflies and nervousness greatly intensified. C'mon, Zoey, at least act confident, she told herself. She made sure her walk was steady and calm as she quickly approached Chase. She offered a "Boo" but was nervous.
Chase immediately looked over and pulled his shades off. "Oh, hi... how'd you find me up here?"
Zoey's heart sank. "Do you not want me up here?" she asked.
"No, no, my roof is your roof... sit," Chase replied, making Zoey feel a little better.
Zoey took off her backpack, relieved with Chase's response. Oh man, here we go, she thought. She had no idea how to bring up her feelings, and her thoughts kept her in silence as Chase spoke up.
"Orange wedge?" he asked, offering her a slice of orange.
"Sure," Zoey replied.
Chase handed her the orange. "Mmm, good orange," he said.
"Yeah, sweet," Zoey agreed. "Like what you did for me today."
Chase brushed it off. "It was nothing, Zoey."
Zoey tried to hint at her true feelings. "Nothing? You mocked yourself and embarrassed yourself in front of everyone because you wanted me to be class president... seriously, it meant a lot, more than you know."
Chase looked at her, his expression soft. "That was really sweet, thank you, Chase. And I'm sorry for how I treated you. I realize now that all my anger was just at Logan."
Logan was a sore subject, but Chase didn't dwell on it. "Yeah, he was being a jerk, so I guess he was being Logan... but seriously, don't worry about it. I just didn't want this to affect our friendship."
Zoey smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "So you claim to pick on little girls just to repair our friendship?"
Chase smiled back. "Whatever it takes, Brooks."
Their friendship was clearly important to both of them. "Our friendship must mean a lot to you," Zoey said.
"Of course it does," Chase replied. "I mean, you're like my best friend."
Zoey's heart skipped a beat. "I feel the same way... but..."
Chase looked at her, curiosity in his eyes. "But?"
Zoey took a deep breath and let her true feelings show. "Have you ever thought of us... oh, I don't know... becoming more than friends?"
There was a long pause as Chase planned his response. Neither of them dared to make eye contact.
Chase stuttered, trying to find the right words. "Well, you know, I mean... like, you know... we're such good friends... but yeah, I have thought about it, but yeah, like you know, we're such good friends."
Zoey took another deep breath. "Look, Chase, I care about you. You're my best friend, and the nicest, funniest guy I've ever met... and I'm tired of acting out of fear of hurting our friendship and want to act out of excitement for what a possible relationship would be like. You're amazing... and I like you... I want you to know that."
Chase was stunned at what he had just heard. "Okay, just so I know my ears aren't playing cruel jokes on me, what you're saying is that you like me as more than a friend and want a relationship with me?"
Zoey felt embarrassed but relieved that she had finally confessed her feelings. "Yes, that is what I'm saying. W-what do you think?"
Chase's face lit up with excitement. "I feel the exact same way!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his enthusiasm. "From the very first day I met you, I've wanted to date you. You're amazing."
Zoey smiled even wider than before, her heart soaring with joy. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zoey-101
The Truth
Chapter 1: The Truth
Summary: What if the message wasn't really unread? Oneshot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101. Never have, most likely never will.
The Truth
A Oneshot by MusicIsLyfe101
I couldn't believe Logan could live in a house like this without spending every second in it. I mean, seriously, this place was amazing! My room, which I shared with Nicole, was the size of six lounges at PCA. There was a candy machine, a soda machine, designer carpeting, a plasma screen TV with TiVo, on demand, and all the works. And was that bedside table made of diamond?
"Don't you just love this room?" Nicole commented, walking out of our bathroom wearing a pink robe, her hair twisted up in a matching pink towel. "I love this room! If it were a boy, I would so marry it!"
"It's a cool room!" I agreed. "But, um, I wouldn't marry it. Is that even legal?" She shrugged, grabbing her hairbrush off the marble vanity and began brushing out her long brown hair, her back turned to the shiny mirror. "I am so excited for this Gender Defender thing!"
"Totally!" she squealed. "We'd better win. All my outfits were made to be on camera!"
"So you've said twelve billion times," I sighed with a laugh.
I was sitting on my bed reading the latest Seventeen. I had gotten up much earlier and had gotten ready for the day. I was wearing a denim skirt, a black T-shirt with a cool "star-ish ball-ish design," as Nicole had put it yesterday, purple Converse low-tops, and, as always, my key necklace.
"Which do you think, Zoey?" Nicole held up three shirts.
"Oh, definitely the purple and yellow one," I told her. "It matches the skirt perfectly!"
"OMG, you're right!" she said, astonished. "Wow, how did I not see that?"
"You got me," I commented, turning the page on my magazine. "Hmm...it appears periwinkle is in..."
"Wow, for real?" Nicole asked. "I could've sworn the J-14 said sky blue...oh, well."
"You never know with these magazines," I shrugged. Nicole's eyes went wide.
"OMG, we need to check with Natasha at PCA!" Nicole demanded. "I can't believe I can't remember which color's in! Please call her?" I rolled my eyes and sighed.
Is there really a big difference between periwinkle and sky blue, anyway? Why don't they just say blue to sum it all up?
"Oh, who from?" she asked curiously.
"Dunno," I answered before opening it. "It was sent last night..."
I lightly clicked the OPEN button and stared blankly at the screen.
To: ZoeyB-Girl
From: PCAChase
Message:
For the billionth time, no! If I tell Zoey I love her, it will wreck our friendship!
I dropped the Tekmate and gasped.
Um...
WHAT?
"What's wrong?" Nicole inquired. I tried to shake out of my trance.
"Um..." I mumbled. "Uh, nothin'." I could tell she didn't believe me, but she shrugged.
"'Kay, I'm gonna go get ready," she told me, though I was hardly listening. There was silence in the room except for the faint sound of a hairdryer coming from the bathroom.
I stared at that stupid message again.
What could it mean?
Maybe it's just a joke... I told myself. Maybe Logan or Michael or someone sent this to me on Chase's phone just to play some immature trick on me...
But then...
Why does it look like it wasn't supposed to be sent to me?
So maybe...it was sent to me by accident? By Chase?
Chase Matthews is in love with me?
That doesn't make any sense...does it? He's my best friend. He can't possibly love me. It's ridiculous. It's weird. It's preposterous. It's insanity. Even if it is true, he would definitely tell me! Yeah. Exactly. So it can't be true 'cause...he...didn't tell me. So yeah.
Yet...there are signs everywhere now that I think about it. Like lots of them. Way too many. How have I not seen it before?
It's like Nicole with that outfit. It was obvious to me that the two articles of clothing were perfect together, but not to Nicole until I told her.
Is this how other people saw Chase's feelings for me?
Am I the only one who had no clue?
I wonder who else knows about this. Probably Michael. Someone has to know. After all, that message that was sent to me was obviously meant for someone else.
But the real question is...
Do I like him back?
I have never really thought about it before. I mean, yeah, he's my best friend; he's cute, always there for me, funny, witty, clumsy, sweet, but...
WAIT A SEC.
Did I just call Chase Matthews cute and sweet?
Well, I guess liking him would explain the butterflies I get numerous times in my stomach when he's around. And why I was so...jealous...I finally see...when Lola was dating him. I was jealous...
I'm in love with Chase, too.
Wow.
At least I think so.
But...I don't think I'm ready to tell him that. I don't think I'm ready to open up my feelings to the truth.
KEEP AS NEW.
KEEP AS NEW.
There, now it's almost like I didn't read it. He'll never know I did.
Nicole walked out of the bathroom, ready to go.
"Wanna go get some breakfast?" she offered, grabbing her purse from her bed. I smiled.
"'Kay, sure," I agreed, and I followed her out the door.
Now I know the truth, and maybe one day, he will too... |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zoey-101
Tired Of Running
Chapter 1: Tired Of Running
Also, the story before the first set of three bold x's (xxx) is what actually happened in the show. After that, it kind of... well, you'll see.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101, or the lyrics to the song used in the final scene of that episode. But if anyone knows what the song is, please let me know.
Tired Of Running
"Chase, Chase," I heard someone call my name. I woke up, muttering some nonsense that I don't even remember.
"Not really," Zoey replied.
"Oh, hey Zo'," I smiled, and then I realized, "What time is it? The dance contest, we've got to..."
"It's over," Zoey said, shaking her head.
"What?" I exclaimed in disbelief.
"It ended like two hours ago," she said.
I pulled out my cell phone and stood up to check the time. "I slept through the contest?"
"You did," she told me.
"I'm the worst," I frowned, collapsing back into my chair.
"You're the best," she smiled, sitting down beside me. "You practiced dancing for almost twenty-four hours straight, just so I wouldn't have to drop out of the contest."
"Well-" I started to say.
"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me," she said.
"Yeah?" I asked, and she nodded. "Well, thanks, but... you know, it was all for nothing."
"Oh, I don't think so," she grinned, standing up and starting the music. "Come on, let's see what you've got."
And I smiled at her, standing up. The music started, and we walked around the fountain. We started to dance, just like I had practiced so many times.
xxx
Crazy about you every single day and night
Nobody makes me feel so alive
'Til I met you
I don't know how I made it through
You turned my world around
I heard the words to this song, and it made me think of her. And as we did the part on the stairs, she was in my arms. I saw her there, and I couldn't believe I'd waited this long. The next thing I knew, I was kissing her. The music kept going, but it was the last thing on my mind. Suddenly, I realized what I was doing, and I pulled away, setting her back down on the ground.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," I muttered, and I ran away. I felt like a coward, but I knew I couldn't face her after doing something that stupid.
Her words rang in my ears: "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me." But I was sure I'd ruined that. I was sure she'd never talk to me again. I wandered aimlessly across campus, just hoping she wouldn't find me. I found a bench and sat down, figuring I was far enough away that she wouldn't find me now. I lay down, and all my thoughts slowly faded away.
I heard the birds chirp and opened my eyes to see the sunshine overhead. I groaned, realizing I'd fallen asleep on the bench. I rubbed my eyes as I sat up, and when I opened them again, I almost jumped a mile into the air.
"Hey, Chase," she said, sitting at my feet on the other end of the bench.
"Zo', how long have you been there?" I asked quietly, trying to avoid the conversation that I knew was coming.
"All night," she replied, and taking a closer look at her face, I could tell. Her makeup was all over her face, and she had bags under her eyes. She was wearing yesterday's clothes, and her hair was messed up. But I didn't even notice at first, because to me, she was still the beautiful girl I'd kissed the night before, the one I'd loved since she first came to PCA.
"You sat here with me all night?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.
Zoey nodded slowly. "I was thinking."
I swallowed nervously. "Thinking about what?"
I wasn't exactly sure I wanted to know. But I also had a feeling I already did. She was thinking about the nicest way to tell me she never wanted to see me again.
"You," she said, not exactly answering all my questions, but I took what I could get.
"Look, about last night..." I tried, but she cut me off.
"No, Chase, let me talk," she said seriously, and I nodded, thinking I didn't really want to talk anyway, as it would probably only get me into more trouble. And I didn't know how much more trouble I could deal with right now.
She didn't say anything at first; she just watched me, as if she was trying to figure out what to say at a time like this.
"I love you," she said finally.
Well, I wasn't expecting that.
"Sorry, come again?" I said, even though I'd heard her the first time. I just thought my ears were deceiving me.
"Ever since I first met you, that first day at PCA, it's always been there, but I think we've both been avoiding it," she said simply, smiling.
I was still not believing these words were coming out of her mouth; it was all so... unreal.
"Last night, when you kissed me, I just wasn't expecting it. We've been hiding from our feelings for so long that it took me by surprise. And then you took off. I looked for you for hours, and just when I was about to give up, there you were, fast asleep. So I just sat down here. I was going to wait until you woke up, so I could tell you this. I love you, Chase, and I don't want to run from it anymore. I'm tired of running."
And her lips pressed against mine, just like I'd pressed mine to hers the night before.
"I love you too, Zo', and I don't want to run anymore either."
So, was it good? Terrible? Both? Whatever your opinion, just leave a review, because it makes me happy. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: books
Zombie-Fallout
The Never Known
Chapter 1: The Never Known
The Never Known
Matthew Johnson
The sky was turning black with storm clouds, and I was beginning to worry about what the weather was going to do. I stared at the clouds as they crept towards the house, wondering whether it would rain as hard as possible or if it would stay calm. If it did rain, that would mean they would stay closer to the awnings of buildings, not come out as much.
"Looks like rain," I said to the other person in the house with me. "It's a Godsend."
"Yes, it is," the woman replied, her voice as smooth as silk. "Maybe we can get some sleep and not have to worry about guard duty."
"Well," I said, "not entirely forget. Because even though it rains, it doesn't mean they will stop coming. It just means they will come less often. They will stick more to awnings, but they will come."
She stared at me for a few moments before speaking again. "Who knew that the movies wouldn't prepare us for the real thing?"
"Yeah," I said. "Stay here, I need to run out for some supplies."
"So, just like that, you're going to leave me here all alone to fend for myself?" She looked a little angry.
I smiled. "Yes, but I will be back before you know it. In the event that I'm not back within the hour, assume one of two things: either I'm dead, or I left you here to die."
"Wow, thanks for the support," she said, smiling back at me, her beautiful black hair swinging into her glistening brown eyes.
I walked back over to her and said, "You're welcome. I love you." And I kissed her on the lips.
I tried to pull away, but she clung to me like a bear cub to its mother.
"I'll be back, I promise," I said, feeling my face try to smile, but I knew nothing was happening. The truth was, I knew that I probably wouldn't be back.
I saw a tear slide slowly down her face as she tried to assure herself that I would be fine.
"Okay," she said slowly, and unconvincingly, as she moved my red hair from out of my green eyes. "I love you, Eli."
"I love you too, Heather. Be safe," I said, pulling away, grabbing the machine gun leaning up against the wall, and walking out the door.
I went to the convenience store down the street, shooting at the creatures as they slowly limped towards me, their skin crumbling and falling off their bodies.
The oil dumps that had happened all over the world had created these zombies, but they were not the ones like you see in the movies – slow, somewhat smart. No, these moved like normal humans did, but just slightly slower. If you were not careful, you would die in an instant.
I could see the small white building coming into view over the next hill. I began to slow down as I saw it, but only into a slight jog. As more and more of the building came into view, I saw more and more zombies creeping around it. I quickly pulled out the machine gun that had been hanging from my side for the past hundred feet and began to shoot a storm of bullets at the creatures that began to turn towards me.
Soon the magazine ran out of bullets, so I reloaded, pulled out my pistol, and shot each zombie, one by one, since there were so few now.
I ran all the way back to the house, and as I saw the house, I could tell that something was wrong. I felt it start raining as I realized that the door had been forced open by something, someone, trying to get something inside.
I ran to the open door to find that there was nothing inside, but I listened hard and heard a loud thud come from upstairs. I bolted up and found a zombie lying halfway on the stairwell and halfway off. Cautiously, I grabbed my gun from its place at my side and began to investigate. I checked three rooms before a noise, much like a small squeak, rang from the last room. The white door was closed, but knowing something was inside, and hoping that it might have been Heather, I slowly crept inside.
As the door swung open, it revealed more and more of the room, and in one corner was Heather. I dropped the machine gun from my hands to the floor and ran to her.
"Eli!" she yelled, with tears in her voice. "I'm so sorry!"
"Why? What happened?" I asked, concerned now.
"It came out of nowhere. I wasn't ready. I got up here, but-" She stopped suddenly.
"But what?" I asked.
She pulled up her shirt slightly to reveal a chunk of her flesh missing, bleeding profusely.
"You were bitten," I said slowly, sadness surrounding me.
She nodded, beginning to cry again. "Just do it. Get it over with, before it's too late."
I nodded, now crying more than I had been. "I love you."
"I love you too, Eli," she replied.
"I'm sorry," I said, pulling the gun, putting my forehead to hers, and then putting the gun to her temple.
"I know," she said, whimpering now, her voice shaky, tears pouring out of her eyes.
"I'm right behind you," I said, pulling the trigger.
I sat back and watched her body slide to the floor, slumping over, cold and dead. After a few minutes, I sat next to Heather's dead body, pulled her up, and rested her against me. I put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger, ending the pain and worry. I never had to deal with it again. I did this so I could be with the one I loved. She was my best decision, and now I could be with her. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: originals
Chapter 1
Mark and his ten-year-old son Troy stared wordlessly as Paula, Mark's wife and Troy's mother, suddenly collapsed on the floor of their hideout, dead. One moment she had been talking about her next run into town for supplies as if nothing was wrong. The next, she had simply collapsed. Mark gasped as he realized something. "Troy..." "Yes, Daddy?" Mark swallowed. "I had sex with your mother just last night." Troy's cherubic face turned pale. He realized what that meant.
About a year ago, there was a mysterious outbreak of a fast-spreading STD. One week after infection, all women would die suddenly, without showing any symptoms. However, one week after men became infected, they would grow pale and feverish. Their higher brain functions would shut down, and they would wander about mumbling incoherently. They would also develop priapism, leaving their penises permanently erect. Of course, they came to be known as zombies. But these zombies didn't bite people. They raped them. And Mark was a mere one day away from becoming one of them.
"Dad? There's a note in Mom's pocket." Mark picked it up and read. My darling husband and son: If you are reading this, I am dead. As you've probably figured out, I got infected by a zombie during a trip to gather supplies. He raped me in every hole. It felt like he filled me with a gallon of his infected cum. At first, I was frightened. However, when he finished, I was able to walk openly in the street without fear. After a year of running and hiding, I was able to walk outside and breathe the fresh air. As I write this, I have only seven days to live, but those days have been filled with a peace I haven't known for a long time. Mark, I hope by infecting you I have shown you what a relief it is to resign yourself to your fate. I love you both. Soon we will all be together.
"That bitch," Mark said in disbelief, dropping the note on the floor. "Da-Daddy?" Troy sobbed, tears appearing in his eyes. "I don't want to be alone." "I'm sorry, son." "Don't worry, Daddy," said Troy. "I don't want to be alone, but I won't have to be." And Mark realized that his son had pulled down his pants. "Troy, no!" "Please, Daddy. Mom was right. If I'm on my own, I'll be infected anyway. If I have to become a zombie, I want it to be you who makes me one." Troy bent over, his hands on a table, and said the magic words. "Please fuck me, Daddy."
Mark had never had an attraction to young boys before. But at that moment, all he could think of was how Troy had apparently inherited his mother's ass. Round, pale, smooth, and a bit too big for his slim body. He felt his cock rising inside his pants. Mark was hit by the realization that there was no world outside their hideout. No law, no society. No one to care if he broke the ultimate taboos of incest, pedophilia, and homosexuality all in one go. No one to call him a bad parent if he infected his son with this terrible virus.
Mark's pants hit the floor, freeing his erection, ready to infect the innocent child in front of him. Mark put his hands on Troy's hips, lining his cock up with the boy's virgin asshole. "Are you ready, son?" Troy nodded. Mark rubbed the wet tip of his cock against his son's asshole. Spreading Troy's ass cheeks, he pushed all seven inches of his erect cock right up his child's anus. "AH! AWGODD!" Troy screamed in both pain and pleasure as his father's cock stretched his anal passage, his own cock becoming hard instantly.
He had no idea that his ass could contain something so big. "Yes, scream baby," said Mark. "We've been quiet for so long. Scream as loud as you want." He struggled to thrust in and out of his son's tight anus. Soon the pleasure was too much for both father and son. "Daddy! DADDY! I'm gonna cum!" "Me...too! I'M CUMMING!" Mark let loose a flood of infected cum into his son's rectum. "OH YES, DADDY! YES!" Troy came, his tiny boy-cock squirting pure white seed under the table. What might have been the last uninfected load of sperm in the world was wasted on the hardwood floor of their hideout.
In the afterglow of their climax, Mark kissed Troy with a passion that came out of nowhere. The two of them had chosen to end their lives together through the ultimate act of love. That made them more than father and son, more than lovers. There was no word for the bond they now shared, a bond that could only be formed by breaking all the taboos of their dead society. Father and son made out for several more minutes. Troy caressed his father's softening cock while Mark caressed his son's soft white bottom.
Eventually, they broke off their kiss. "Do you want to go outside?" Mark asked, knowing they had nothing more to fear. "Sure," said Troy. "Should we get dressed?" "Why bother?" Mark answered. The two dying lovers shared a smile. Hand in hand, father and son left their hideout behind for good. The fresh air cooled their sperm-soaked genitals. The sunlight kissed their naked skin. They were infected. They were doomed. They were free.
Chapter 2
This story takes place in the same universe as the previous chapter but with a different location and character. Eleven-year-old Danny ran into the nearest bathroom and locked the door behind him. He leaned against the door, listening to the sounds of chaos outside. Screaming, crashing, and the trademark erotic moan of the zombies. Danny had lived in the Fortress ever since the appearance of the fast-spreading STD that killed women and turned men into mindless zombie rapists.
The Fortress housed the remaining members of the uninfected human race. The Fortress was devoted to finding a cure for the disease and preserving the human race. At the center of the Fortress was a sperm bank, holding what might have been the last pure samples of human sperm in the world. That sperm bank was the key to preserving the human race. But now the zombies had broken into the Fortress and were spreading their disease to the humans inside. Women would die while men would become zombies. Zombies were faster and stronger than normal humans and, according to the Fortress' researchers, possibly immortal. They could heal from injuries incredibly quickly, making weapons almost useless.
Danny reached into his pocket and drew out a sealed plastic container. Danny had been in the middle of giving a sperm sample when the alarm had gone off and the zombie hordes broke into the fortress. Danny threw off his pants and stroked his young cock, hoping to preserve one last load of uninfected sperm. Maybe he could hide it and someday, it would be found and used to restart the human race. Danny desperately stroked his cock, but it remained at its flaccid three inches.
Danny's heart jumped as he heard a pounding at the door followed by the unmistakable moan of a zombie. The zombie smashed down the door, leaving Danny cornered. Danny gazed at the naked man, his eyes going straight to the permanently erect nine-inch monster between his legs. Despite his fear, Danny felt his own little cock hardening at the sight. The zombie shoved Danny into the toilet. Danny reflexively braced himself against the toilet tank, his now fully hardened cock pointed right into the toilet bowl. In a flash, the zombie was behind him, spreading his ass cheeks.
Danny screamed in pain and terror as he felt the first inches of the zombie's cock stretching his virgin anus. The zombie roughly invaded his young victim's body. The only thought in its mind was pleasure and spreading its seed as quickly as possible. But soon Danny's fears were replaced by a reluctant, guilty feeling of pleasure as the zombie's hot, thick meat ground against his prostate. He looked down at his erect cock, bobbing up and down over the toilet bowl. It was over six inches long! He had no idea that his cock could get that big.
In that moment, everything about Danny changed. He WANTED the zombie's cum! He WANTED its thick white poison to pour into his body, infecting him, corrupting him. "Give me your big rapist dick!" Danny shouted at his new lover. "Infect me! Kill me! Please cum inside me! YES!" The zombie came. And came. And came. And CAME! Danny's lover shot impossible levels of cum into his ass, filling his bowels. Danny could only watch as the zombie's sperm bloated his belly, making him look pregnant.
"YES!" Danny cried again as he hit his own climax. He orgasmed abundantly into the toilet, hearing the thick white ropes of cum splash into the toilet water. Its job finished, the zombie quickly pulled its cock from its latest conquest's ass, drawing a yelp from Danny. Still erect, the zombie left the bathroom to find its next victim. Danny collapsed onto the bathroom floor.
He looked into the toilet bowl, seeing his sperm swirling in the water. It was the last uninfected load of sperm he'd ever squirt. With the destruction of the Fortress' sperm bank, it might be the last uninfected load of sperm anywhere. Danny flushed it down the toilet. He watched his potential children drown in the toilet water before they were flushed into oblivion. It was amazing how a moment of pleasure could completely change one's worldview. Danny wasn't just okay with becoming a zombie. He was thrilled! In a mere seven days, Danny would be a new being. A being without fear, pain, or sadness, only the drive for pleasure. And Danny was honored to help in creating a new world with these beings.
It was a pity that the women had to die off, but in a world of immortals, reproduction was unnecessary. Danny left the bathroom and went outside, where he saw his new brothers infecting the last remaining humans. In the distance, he saw an army of zombies breaking into the sperm bank, hoping to destroy the last containers of seed from the old, obsolete human race. His cock growing, Danny left to join them. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: originals
Chapter 1
The blurry vision of a dimly lit room entered Jake's eyes as he looked up at the ceiling, opening them slowly. He could feel a tinge of pain running through his shoulders and neck.
Out of the side of his vision, he could see a figure in white shuffling objects around beside his bed. He could slowly make out what was a young, blonde nurse in an old-fashioned nurse outfit, complete with a white hat and short white skirt. She had the bodily features that definitely fit the outfit well, and it almost looked like she was a stripper's idea of what a nurse looked like.
Still feeling pain and having his vision not fully unblurred yet, Jake looked around the room before muttering, "Where am I?"
"Oh!" The blonde nurse exclaimed, not expecting him to be up. "Jake, you are in the hospital; you had an accident on your motorcycle."
"R-really?" The 27-year-old Jake said, feeling anguish, noticing the bandage on his head and the cast restricting movement on his left arm.
"Yes, sweetie, but fortunately, you wore your helmet. So, it's mostly just road rash on your body. Doctor Higgins thinks you will be back up and about in no time. Also, my name is Nurse Madison. Just let me know if you need anything," she said, leaning over Jake, dangling her cleavage over his face. It made him feel quite a bit better.
"Well, my blood is flowing..." Jake joked in a mumble, which Madison didn't seem to notice or acknowledge.
The hospital lights flickered and instantaneously dimmed to a murky green.
"Wow, we just replaced those bulbs; hate this creepy emergency lighting," Madison said with her hands on her hips. "I'll see what's going on."
She pressed a button on a machine that Jake was hooked up to and left the room.
"W-wait..." Jake mumbled as he raised his hand to Madison while she walked out of the room, not acknowledging what he said.
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Jake's eyes opened once again, becoming less blurry much more quickly. Looking over at the clock, he saw that it was 1:00 am, and the bustling sounds of people and machines in the hospital had completely stopped.
Jake began to worry, unplugging himself from his hospital machines. Before he could toss the blanket off his bed, Madison stumbled into his room, landing on her hands and knees. "Ow ow ow ow!" she said, slowly getting up.
The beautiful nurse was still wearing the same outfit, but was covered in all kinds of dirt and what looked like blood, likely a side effect of her job.
"Are you okay?" Jake said in a stronger and more recovered voice.
She shook her head yes as she got back to her feet, using the wall as leverage.
"I'm fine..." she said shakily.
Jake began to get out of bed.
"That's blood?" Jake asked.
Feeling overwhelmed, Madison snapped at Jake. "Stay in bed, you're hurt."
"I-it's okay," Jake said with some concern, noticing fresh blood on her neck, almost as if she had been bitten. "What's going on out there?"
Suddenly, Madison shrieked as if she was a different person, in an almost demonic tone. "I said stay!"
Jake stopped, noticing Madison's tan complexion growing paler to almost blueish-green.
She was on the cusp of being turned into a zombie, but Jake was still too drugged up to realize. Madison approached the bed and gently, yet firmly, pushed Jake's chest so that he lay back down onto his pillow.
He quickly realized that she was gripping his crotch.
"I just want to play with it," the nurse said, smiling and snarling.
Before he could fight back, Jake accepted the zombie's advances and rested his head backwards, accepting his defeat. She began to suck his cock and tit-fucked it as well, though she started getting a little toothy at times, making him nervous.
She then climbed up onto the bed and stood over him. He was able to see up her skirt as she pulled her white panties to the side before squatting down on Jake's cock.
She began to bounce up and down on her patient's erect penis. Though Jake felt great pleasure, he was scared and noticed her pussy was slowly getting colder and colder as she bounced, while her skin grew paler.
She leaned forward, so her face was near his, gyrating on his cock as he eventually started to cum. She leaped backwards and jerked his cock, shooting his cum all over the hospital bed and the nurse's hands, laughing maniacally.
She licked the cum off her fingers, and her eyes widened, as if it was an appetizer for what she really wanted.
"Wellll, that was interesting," Madison said, popping her neck, slowly turning her head towards Jake, who quickly entered defense mode at the sight of her eyes becoming completely pitch white.
The zombie nurse lunged up the bed, prompting Jake to kick the zombie in the chest and onto the floor.
"Knew something was weird!" Jake said, as he got out of bed, feeling a burst of adrenaline, limping towards the door. The zombie quickly got up and lunged at him. Jake lurched back as the creature fell onto his emergency medical equipment. "Oh no, you don't!" Jake said, grabbing a bin of needles and smashing it onto the zombie's head, debilitating the creature momentarily.
As the zombie nurse struggled to get up, with needles sticking out of her body, Jake turned around and began to limp out of the room.
Right as he began to exit, Madison snarled and lunged onto him, biting his neck, causing the already injured Jake to scream in agony. He rolled her off, as she brought him to the floor with her weight. As she bit him again, Jake continued to fight, punching the once hot blonde nurse. She continued feeding on him until his vision became blurred to a greenish hue as he began to turn into a zombie himself. He couldn't remember who or where he was. All he knew was that he was hungry, and there was a hot blonde nurse on top of him, kissing his neck. So, he kissed her back. Until they both had no more limbs left to kiss, nor the means to do so. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Zombieland
Wishes
Chapter 1: Wishes
"Why're you crying?" Tallahassee asked gently as he watched Columbus play with the drawstrings of his sweatshirt. The sight was a bit of a shock for him. He had only really seen this once before, when they were barreling down the highway and Tallahassee had secretly glanced at Columbus to see tears in the boy's eyes.
"I... uh... I'm not crying," Columbus tried to lie, then sighed, slumping further against the headboard of his twin bed. Opposite him, Tallahassee was sprawled on the couch, watching Ohio and becoming increasingly concerned. He thought that maybe losing Wichita and Little Rock had finally started to hurt his friend's heart.
Minutes passed in silence. Columbus sniffs loudly, froze - this was so embarrassing. He was an ex-college student, a man. Men shouldn't cry, even in the apocalyptic shithole of Zombieland, the place where tears were at least somewhat justifiable.
"Bullshit, spit-fuck," Tallahassee scoffed, and though the statement was crass, it was not malicious. It was simply an observation, one Columbus had to admit was true. He was crying. There were tears everywhere, blurring his vision and his thoughts.
The Floridian crossed the tiny room they had turned into a two-man refugee camp to stand beside Columbus' bed, staring down at the kid. Tallahassee had to admit that Columbus brought out the father in him; he could feel all of the parental love he never got to bestow on Buck before he disappeared forever, now being projected onto his young friend.
He almost cried, seeing Columbus so vulnerable. He hated that Columbus had lost his smile and geeky sense of humor. Tallahassee wanted to hate Wichita and Little Rock for leaving his friend abandoned like this. He realized that before their group split up, the odd arrangement was the closest thing young Ohio had ever had to family.
It hurt to know what the separation had done to his friend, how quickly it had changed - it hurt to know that this was inevitable because Wichita and Little Rock were just stupid, flighty girls. But mostly, it hurt to know they had hurt someone he cared for. Tallahassee, at this point in his life, couldn't give any less of a damn about his own feelings. His only companion's current depression, however, meant something entirely different to him.
So he said, "It's okay to cry, kid," suddenly stepping into the shoes of a parent and letting his emotions pour out on a leather-clad shoulder. It was the least he could do.
Columbus pulled his head away from Tallahassee's body sometime later. The red rings around his eyes had been there for so long that Tallahassee almost thought they were a normal thing to see. But he knew what "normal" was for Columbus. Not this, never this.
"I-I-I'm sorry, Tallahassee," Columbus murmured, wiping his eyes. Tallahassee hugged Columbus - awkward, one-armed, brief, a man-to-man sort of gesture - and stared out the window at the darkening sky.
"I'm gonna go get ready for bed, kid," he finally said, trundling off to the tiny bathroom they shared without waiting for a reply.
"Okay," Columbus whispered to the empty air, left alone with his feelings eating a hole through his heart.
Columbus propped himself on one elbow and watched Tallahassee, who was peacefully asleep on the couch. It was hard, admitting his feelings. Coming to terms with where, exactly, his heart stood. It would always confuse him to some degree, but there was one thing he was absolutely sure he wanted right now. Isn't it worth trying to reach out and grab it?
Before he could chicken out completely, Columbus whispered, "Tally." Tallahassee stirred, blinking sleepily, and stared over blankly at Columbus. "Kid?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with leftover sleep.
Words were beyond Columbus now. He swallowed thickly and gestured to the empty side of his bed. Tallahassee stiffly rose, lying down beside Columbus. Then he said what Columbus was both hoping and dreading he would hear. "Is there something you need?"
"I need..." Columbus ran his tongue over his lips, but his mouth was so dry the action was useless. "I need..." he tried again, struggling for words. "I have to show you," he said, mentally preparing himself for whatever response Tallahassee would hurl back at him.
Tallahassee lifted his hands in the air - the cowboy in a bad western staring down the sheriff. Columbus stretched across the bed in a surprisingly nimble way and pressed his lips to Tallahassee's. All of the air was momentarily pulled from Tallahassee's lungs - and, it seemed, the room.
This kiss wasn't really a surprise to him. He kind of expected it. It wasn't as though Columbus' lingering glances had escaped his notice. They broke apart after a moment, and the searing heat between their lips vanished with their contact.
"Not bad for a scrawny little spit-fuck," Tallahassee chuckled. "You - you're not mad at me?" That sweatshirt drawstring found its way into Columbus' mouth again.
"Hell no!" Though it was dark, Columbus swore he could see Tallahassee blushing a bit. "I actually liked that, spit-fuck. No worries."
Silence. Neither of them moved.
"Goodnight, kid."
"Night, Tally." |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: bleach
Chapter 1
Soul Infection versus Tissue Infection. Since science generally agrees that the soul resides in the human brain, a human zombie can be killed when the brain tissue is destroyed and the infected soul freed. Not so with a soul zombie. There is no known cure to date.
105 years ago, in the Seireitei, a gigai prototype was developed with the ability to cause Shinigami powers to deplete instead of replenish when worn. You may know of it, as it was more recently duplicated and used for a young female Soul Reaper who was an unwitting accomplice in concealing and safeguarding the infamous Hōgyoku. Despite that, the test prototype was shelved in Division 12, its creator and head of the Research and Development Institute not envisioning an immediate use for it at the time. It was unfortunately mislabeled by his unenthusiastic assistant as "deletion gigai" instead of "depletion gigai."
Shortly afterward, the 12th division's lieutenant suffered a life-altering incident, and she and her Captain were forced to flee the Seireitei. Being the only two who knew of its true purpose, the specialized gigai was ignored and forgotten over the ensuing years. Not too long ago, it was discovered by some unknown underling and brought to the attention of Akon, the 3rd seat of Div. 12. He checked it over and determined it fit for use, not elimination, as the word "deletion" implied.
As luck would have it, said underling was assigned the very same gigai on a research trip to the living world. He found himself growing tired and sluggish while wearing it during the field tests. When he returned with the crew to leave for the Soul Society, he couldn’t release from his gigai due to his extremely low Reiryoku, and was forced to stay behind until such time as a solution was found.
Stranded in the human world, he was unhappy, but relatively safe, as human diseases didn’t affect him at first. Within a short time, he became so weakened that one virulent strain of an exceptionally nasty virus was finally able to take hold, infecting him. Being that it was from a human body, it unexpectedly mutated in the gigai and was able to also infect his soul. This type of soul infection prevents the soul’s release from the body upon death, allowing the corpse to reanimate. This was what humans refer to as zombification.
The poor Soul Reaper involuntarily became "patient zero" of a worldwide contagion. His infection could not be cured, and he died, only to rise up and bite the attendant who had taken his body to the morgue for a coroner's inquest. He mindlessly roamed the city, biting and infecting the humans he encountered. He was no longer aware of his previous life, hunger for flesh his only stimulant.
The spread of the untreatable plague was comparatively slow, given that the zombies were listless and easily outmaneuvered, until the discovery of the "cure." The humans realized that destruction of the zombie brain would effectively stop the invincible army of the undead. The word got out, and the population breathed a collective sigh of relief that they could take back their carefree lives again.
How were they to know that the brain was the receptacle of the soul, and that when it was rendered unusable, the infected soul was freed? The resultant horde of soul zombies were able to attack and infect the humans at a much faster rate than before, being that most humans couldn’t detect them approaching. Global annihilation of the human species was inevitable. Soul Society was triggered into responding to the crisis in force. The Shinigami were deployed in record numbers to combat the soul zombies, leaving a skeleton unit to preside over the Gotei 13.
Unlike the Pluses who would eventually become Hollows if not sent to Soul Society, the soul zombies' chain of fate did not corrode. Not only didn’t they transform into Hollows, they didn’t respond to Hollow cleansing, either. The Soul Reapers resorted to performing Konsō while the zombie was restrained by two others. It seemed to work. The offending soul disintegrated into a receding light. The solution was quickly disseminated throughout the ranks, and all zombies, human and soul, were dispatched to the Soul Society.
The Shinigami cheered their victory, small as it was, now that just a few thousand humans were left to populate the living world. The Soul Reapers were all ordered to return to the Seireitei. As the first group emerged from the Senkaimon, they were beset upon by legions of soul zombies that had been transported to Soul Society. Said zombies had succeeded in infecting the entirety of the Rukongai, having no defense against the onslaught. The sad scene played out as wave upon wave of Shinigami were bitten when they were forced through the dimensional gateway into the Seireitei like cattle being herded through the chute onto the killing floor.
"And that, my friends, is how Soul Society can be transformed into a Zombie Apocalypse. Now, do you still think it’s impossible?" Kisuke finished smugly while observing the impact his tale of terror had on the pale faces of his three companions.
Ichigo let forth a satisfying shiver at the thought and grinned, "That was an awesome horror story, Kisuke. I figured it would be a boring Halloween, hanging out with Soul Reapers, as ironic as that sounds. You guys don’t do holiday hijinks, usually. I’m really glad we decided to do this, now. I could almost see that situation really happening, since it was Genius Kisuke who developed the real prototype gigai." He looked at Renji, "I’m sure glad I have a human body and not a gigai," he sniggered.
"Go to Hell, carrot-top, the humans got infected too!" He got up and retrieved a full jug of sake, from which he took a large mouthful. "Now I gotta get stinkin’ drunk so I won’t have nightmares tonight, thank you, Rukia, for suggesting ghost stories!" He grouched. She stood up and punched Renji in the gut, causing him to double over and cough the remaining liquid from his mouth.
"Hey, stupid, I’m the one who was living in that gigai for months!" She turned her ire on Kisuke. "I could kill you, Urahara, for almost turning me into a zombie!" She wound up for an expertly aimed kick at Kisuke’s balls when Ichigo pulled his lover out of harm's way.
"Don’t lay a finger, or foot, on him, Rukia. I need him in good working condition tonight!" Kisuke pulled his fan over his face to hide his amusement. She would never have gotten close, but he liked it when Ichigo broadcast their relationship to his friends. He was usually much more reserved and private, having been raised in the human world of morality. Put a few drinks in him, and it was a whole other story.
"Hold up there, little spitfire. It’s only a silly, made-up story. You would never have become a zombie." Kisuke reassured the black-haired dynamo. He pushed himself to his feet and held out a hand for his lover. "If that’s the last of the storytelling, I think I’ll take Ichigo up on his offer. C’mon, Ichi, let’s go test out my working condition!" he leered in a low, playful manner.
The two sweethearts scampered off to Kisuke’s room, leaving an apprehensive Renji and skeptical Rukia to put the Halloween demons to rest. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: games
Zombies-Run
I'm a Monster
by Gabrielle Lawson
Chapter 1: Female
Chapter 2: Male
Male
During the ride, he tried to go back to the facility where Archie and Sarah were, where the zombie apocalypse was a delusion, and he hadn't killed Sam or anyone else. But it didn't work. Then the van stopped, and he was still in the apocalypse, and it wasn't Archie and Sarah with him, but Simon and Amelia.
"Abel's half a mile from here, Five," Simon told him as he pulled him out of the van. "Just run straight there, and you should be fine. They'll forgive you; you'll see." Five thought he might have heard a bit of wistfulness in Simon's snide remark, but he couldn't focus on that right now.
Simon got back in the van, and Amelia drove away. Five didn't move. He looked in the direction of Abel but couldn't get his feet to move. Instead, he remembered everything he had told Moonchild, everything Moonchild had told him to do: the explosions of the ships, opening the gates at Abel, hurting Jody, and attacking Sam.
It was the growls behind him that made him move, a force of habit. He started walking, then jogging, and then he was running. As he ran, the memories just faded away, leaving only the sensation of the ground beneath his feet, the wind in his hair, and the sound of his feet pounding the earth, with the zombies falling back behind him.
He was so lost in the running that he was startled by the gate, which brought him back into focus. The gate began to raise, and the weight of his guilt drove him to his knees. He couldn't even look up to see who belonged to all the feet surrounding him.
"Five?" a voice asked.
It was Sam! Sam wasn't dead! A tiny spark of relief welled up in him, but it was snuffed out again by the guilt.
"Well, we know you're not mind-controlled anymore," Sam said. "You wouldn't be this miserable if you were."
The next hour was a blur. He didn't speak. He was led to the hospital, where Dr. Myers ran him through test after test. It was only when they were alone that he dared to speak. Dr. Myers knew what it was like.
"I'm not sure how you broke the mind-control, Five," Maxine said. "But I couldn't find any trace of the dopamine effect in your brain."
"Runner Three," Five whispered.
"Simon?" Maxine sat on the bed beside him.
Five nodded. "He was on the ships to get the serum, the same as me."
"The Comansys fleet?" Maxine sucked in a breath. "It was you."
The guilt crashed in on him again. He'd killed them; he'd killed them all.
Maxine put a hand on Five's shoulder. "I shouldn't have said that. She killed them, Five. She just used you to do it."
Five wanted to believe her, but it just hurt so much. He laid down on the bed and covered his face with his arms as the faces flashed behind his closed eyelids: every scientist, every guard, Ed. No, Ed was alive; Simon had said he was alive.
Maxine moved and knelt down to be at eye level. "Tell me about Simon, Five. What did Simon do?"
Five uncovered his face. The faces went away, and there was just Maxine. "He gave me the serum."
"But I didn't see any necrosis!" Maxine exclaimed. She rolled up Five's sleeves to look again.
"Van Ark's injection," Five's voice was a bit stronger.
"We never did know what it did to you." Maxine stood again. "Listen, Five, you need to put the blame where it belongs: on Moonchild. You couldn't help but do what she wanted, want what she wanted. I know; I tried to destroy the machine, and I enjoyed it, Five. It felt good; I was happy."
Five heard her, but he didn't think it equated. "You didn't kill anyone."
"I don't think you did, either."
Five didn't understand. How could she think that? He had pushed the buttons, put in the code; the ships exploded.
"Sam said you were fighting it," Maxine said. "I'm not sure how, but you were. You didn't kill Jody, and you didn't kill Sam. You could have, but you didn't."
"I put in the code."
"Did you try to kill the people on the ships, Five, before the explosion?"
Five shook his head.
"Did Moonchild tell you to kill them?"
Five nodded.
"But you didn't. Did she tell you to blow up the ships?"
Five shook his head. "Cut power."
"See," Maxine said, kneeling again. "She lied to you."
"How could I fight it? I wanted what she wanted."
Maxine shrugged. "Maybe your will is too strong. Maybe Van Ark's injection helped with that. Hard to know, but you did fight it, Five. You fought it, and she had to lie to you to get you to kill."
Five just couldn't let himself off the hook like that. "I hurt Jody; I let the zombies in."
"You didn't kill Jody, Five, and she's not hurt badly. Just bruises; no broken bones, no concussion. She's fine, and she's glad you're back. We all are. The zombies were a distraction, for sure, but we handled them. You were here for something."
"The ZRD."
"Moonchild wants it? Why?"
Five had to think about that. As much as he had shared with Moonchild, Moonchild had not been so forthcoming with him. "She just said she wanted to make everyone happy, that she would make the sacrifice to do it."
"Well, we're going to have to try and work that out. We need you, Five; we trust you, Five."
Five felt his throat constrict again, and he found his eyes welling with tears. He didn't deserve it; he was a monster.
Dr. Myers dimmed the lights. "We forgive you, Five," she said, and then left him to cry alone. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: yu_yu_hakusho
Chapter 1: Zombified!
Kayko and Botan panted as they ducked into a dark classroom filled with rows of small desks, narrowly escaping the persistent horde of infected faculty from Sarayashiki Junior High. Not surprisingly, leading the vile pursuers was none other than Mr. Iwamoto, the only zombie who seemed to retain some sense, though his aggression was amplified to extreme levels. He actively went after Kayko, which often led him to be unguarded to Botan's counters. Even after taking several cracks to their skulls, however, they kept on coming, following the instructions of the Makai whistle's song. And if this kept up, their feet would carry them much longer than the two girls trying to evade them. If only Yusuke was there… Kayko worried for him, even though the zombified people were hot on her trail. The blue-haired woman with her knew of his whereabouts and assured Kayko that he was working on a solution for this phenomenon.
"Why is this happening?" Kayko finally blurted out to the woman intent on saving her life. "How is this happening? What does this have to do with Yusuke?" Botan, knowing that Spirit World abided by strict rules of secrecy to normal humans, looked her in the eyes. It was hard not to tell this admirable girl the truth, but Botan was bound by Spirit World law. "It's... very complicated, Kayko," she said with winded breath. She lifted her free hand to wipe the sweat of exhaustion from her brow. Several strands of baby-blue hair were matted on her damp skin. "I can explain it all, but only after we get you away from..."
BAM! The door behind them suddenly shook violently with the impact of a heavy body. Kayko and Botan retreated; the ferry girl wielded her steel bat in front of her, ready to ward off any who managed to break through the shuddering barricade. "Yu~ki~mu~ra!" Mr. Iwamoto's voice boomed amongst the growing series of dreary moaning and vicious growls. "You can't hide from us! We'll find you wherever you go!" His words struck fear into the pit of the schoolgirl's stomach, but she stood firm, even as the glass of the door shattered and greedy hands pushed through in a vain, but urgent attempt to snag the two girls. "Naughty girls never escape their punishment!" The wood of the door began to splinter. Iwamoto took it upon himself to rush the barrier, all too eager to get his hands on the pride and joy of his school.
"Kayko," Botan murmured, not breaking her defensive stance for a moment. "I know it's a stretch, but maybe you should open the window and make a jump for it. It shouldn't be too far to the ground." The drop might be a little jarring, but it would put some considerable distance between the zombies and their target. "I won't... I can't leave you here alone," Kayko bravely and rather frustratingly refused. "We can fight our way through! We've got by them before!" Botan couldn't stop the smile of admiration; she always liked that Kayko was so selfless and strong-willed. She should have known that Kayko would not accept the chance to escape alone. "Well, if you can get that window open, I'll be right behind you. I'll just be ready to fight them off if they break through."
Her throat muscles flexed when she tried to swallow down the choking lump of doubt. Kayko nodded and went to work, unhinging the latches and sliding the pane open. Looking down, she decided that it wasn't too far of a drop to the ground, though it may make their legs numb after impact. "Alright, I got..." "Harr!" Iwamoto exclaimed victoriously when he broke through the door with a final shove, letting loose the flood of blue-skinned infected. The large teacher snickered malevolently as he stared with violet-pink, pupil-less eyes at the two he instinctively had hunted. "See? Little rats always find themselves trapped, and you've nowhere to go, Yukimura! Ugh!" He spun in a full circle as he fell after taking a swinging bat to the side of his face. Botan took several cautious steps back, satisfied to have given the mad teacher a well-deserved strike. "Kayko, leave," she ordered. "I'll follow as soon as I can."
Standing against over a dozen Makai-powered zombies; it didn't seem like she'd be able to get out the window with a hop, skip, and jump. Torn between whether she should do as instructed and hope that Botan safely escaped or stubbornly stay and help to subdue all zombies, Kayko hesitated. It was probably the worst thing she had done, the biggest mistake, for that moment of her uncertainty became the horde's moment of attack. Two fell to Botan's haphazard swings, but she was eventually grabbed, arms squeezed securely to her sides. She cried out and squirmed when the savaged human, strength enhanced, hoisted her up into the air before slamming her down and pinning her to a student desk. She tried to fight back, but was swarmed by others who held her down. Even in this dire situation of vicious hands roughly pawing at her, she cried for Kayko to run. "No!" Brave, she may have been, but Botan had hoped that Kayko could've been smarter than brashly rushing forward with no weapon other than slapping hands.
Sure, she got a few hits in and almost freed Botan's right leg, but it was only a matter of time before she was grabbed from behind and thrown against the wall. She gasped harshly when a zombie – one she recognized as one of the teachers who were actually kind – shoved his weight against her to keep her stuck. "Botan!" She squirmed, but to no avail. Botan thrashed, kicking and even trying to bite at one of the five zombies holding her down. However, even when her teeth sunk into them, they didn't seem affected by pain. The bat was torn from her grip to clatter onto the floor. She had expected a beating, but the zombies never actually struck her, doing nothing but stretch her limbs out; with her legs pulled apart, she felt most uncomfortable and tried to bring her thighs together. Hands were on the move when she was subdued. At first, she thought they were just trying to hold her down, but then she found them grabbing at her red outfit.
Pulling in opposite directions, the zipper of her top started to jar loose, and she fretted when the fabric eventually tore by the opposing tugs. "Wha? What are you doing?!" exclaimed the blue-haired ferry girl, flushed when the clothing was hastily drawn away from her luscious mounds supported by a pink, lace bra. Her purple eyes widened fearfully when the man positioned between her parted legs suddenly fell forward, his demented, drooling smile terrifying her when it hovered just an inch or two above her bosoms. He snickered and licked his lips. Her skin crawled when she felt a drip of his saliva spill in between her tits. Her vigor renewed, she panicked and fought against the zombies holding her, though once again, it was fruitless and only left her tired. "Stop," she cried, her teeth clenching fearfully when her bra was suddenly pushed up, her breasts being exposed for the hungry stares of those brainwashed masses around her.
With no prelude caresses, the rabid man slid his palms up her flat stomach, her ribs, and finally fitted on the soft hills of her chest. The feeling of having him grope her tender breasts made her stomach roil, but there was nothing she could do to fight him off, even when his thumbs and forefingers began to roughly twist either nipple. It stung, but when the zombie hungrily caught her left tit in his slobbery orifice, she winced and hissed through her gritting teeth. The man grunted, rolling his tongue over her pink nub to smother it with spit. Against her revulsion, Botan's body reacted to the touches she had been absent of for so long. She wriggled against him, which wasn't entirely wise as it made her other breast jiggle to and fro until another zombie's hand reached out to grasp it fully in an almost painful grip.
The Makai insects weren't just enhancing violent tendencies anymore; other primal urges were augmented by their internal influence. She shivered violently when the hem of her pants was traced. "N-no," she stuttered, her voice catching in her throat. "Get away!" With a momentary power-up of anxiety and anger, she pulled her right hand free to slap the head of the zombie sucking wetly on her breast. "Get off, you disgusting, sick...!" Her arm was pulled back into place, and before she could fight back, her head was pulled back to hang off the table. She was prevented from looking anywhere but the crotch of the man holding onto her skull. Much to her horror, the front of his pants was tenting over a swollen groin. One of the powerful, subduing hands slid to her neck to hold her in place so that she could watch as the button and zipper of the trousers were viciously pulled apart.
With a shift of the boxers underneath, the swollen male organ sprung into view, thick and twitching. Botan whimpered and turned away when the underside of the deathly-blue penis laid over her mouth and chin. She felt the vile moistness of its pre-discharge substance staining her cheek when the cockhead moved along her pale skin on a direct course to her mouth. Even with little mobility, she put up a struggle, pursing her lips stubbornly and turning away from the wretched member. She cringed when it smeared its transparent fluids over the tight line of her mouth, but she would not permit entrance, which was becoming increasingly difficult when trying to hold back the sounds of unwelcomed sensations from the crazed men molesting her legs and crotch, all the while disheveling her skintight pants, giving brief glimpses of the pink underwear below.
Snarling angrily, the man at her head jabbed at her tight-lipped mouth again, unsuccessful in breaking into the orifice. He gave a frustrated sound not unlike a bark of a dog. Setting a hand on either side of her jaw, still keeping her head uncomfortably immobile and dangling off the edge of the desk, his thumbs reached out to wedge though her lips and pry her teeth apart; she tried to clamp her mouth shut again, but the Makai-boost was too much for her to overcome. The scowl on the zombie's face turned upside-down in a wickedly overjoyed smile. Her tongue flexed as she gave incoherent protests, her eyes wide with terror as the thick cock was lined up with the orifice; her tongue drew back as far as it could to delay the repulsive contact with the blunt, weeping head. It was not a slow insertion; it was a thrust that had Botan gagging in an instant.
With her head back, her mouth led straight to her throat, offending her gag reflex when he invaded her esophagus. The muscles flexed around him, and he gave a growling chuckle at the feeling. His hips drew back, giving her just a few seconds to cough and catch her breath, and then he reinserted himself, howling as he drove deeper than before. Still holding her jaw open, he ensured that she wouldn't have the opportunity to bite his dick; having a high tolerance for pain was one thing, but losing a penis... Even zombified, they couldn't handle such an injury. Botan moaned deeply from the pain of her throat being fucked with bruising force. She had never even tried oral sex before, and now, there she was, pinned down by several rabid civilians and had one of their dicks ramming through her mouth.
As if that wasn't enough for her to be dreading, her pants were finally tugged down to her ankles, soon to be joined by her panties. She gasped and yelled into the muffling cock when her blue-haired sex was put on display for the zombies to stare at. Her thighs tried to come together, but they were still held firmly apart by two men. She heard and felt the one situated at her groin snicker crazily, almost eye-level with her dry vagina. His finger and thumb came up to pull at the blue curls. She closed her eyes tightly, whimpering as her toyed with her trimmed pubic hair and eventually ran his long, sloppy tongue over the length of her slit. Evil tremors related to pleasure crawled up her spine, making her shudder while heat began to swirl in the pit of her belly.
No matter how she tried to fight it, her body was responding to the wet touch over her nether lips. Saliva made her folds slick, easing the insertion when he wriggled his oral muscle into her tight sex. She sobbed into the dick that was still ruthlessly surging into her forced-open throat. Similarly frantic – if not more so – Kayko was shoved up against the wall with a zombie on either side of her, keeping her arms flat on the wall. She had thrashed against them, but her strength availed her nothing more than swift exhaustion, which made it that much easier for her highly-esteemed gym teacher to force her legs apart. She squeaked the teacher's name when her skirt was shoved up over the slight swell of her ass.
Of course, her first instinct was to slap him, but that was an impossible urge. Tears of helplessness welled up in the corners of her wide, chocolaty eyes when she felt the teacher's nose brush against the crotch of her white panties. All too quickly, her underwear was yanked down to her knees. "Stop it, Mr. Shintaro! It's... it's me, Kayko," she squealed, trying desperately to reason with whatever humanity was left within him. She soon found out that there was no point to it, for Shintaro the wise had abandoned reason for madness! Without the hesitation of a person with morals, the gym teacher dove for his student's vagina, nibbling and lapping at the unprepared folds.
The tip of his tongue nudged against her hooded clitoris, probing it to coax her excitement with persistent laps that had her struggling not to make sounds signifying good feelings. However, her young body hadn't the fortitude to lie as well as her mouth. Before, it had been something of her own fetish to be with a teacher – having such a great respect and admiration for education and the ones who took the time to teach it – but this wasn't how her fantasies played out. "Please, Mr. Shintaro," she wheezed as the tongue brought more wetness to her groin until her nubile body was blossoming with readiness. Her taste flooded her gym teacher's mouth, and her body was starting to jerk and tremble with a need she didn't want.
Mr. Shintaro stood up behind her, laughing like a maniac while still keeping her skirt hiked up over her bottom. His fit body – one that reminded his prized pupil of Yusuke's – pressed up against her back. Hyperventilating, Kayko couldn't even form words to try to dissuade her teacher's mind. One of his big hands left her waist, and she heard the dreaded sound of his zipper descending. Not long after, she felt the hotness of his shaft set against her butt. A breathless 'no' left her mouth. Her body locked up in the frozen grip of fear. "Yukimura," Shintaro groaned hoarsely.
Both of his hands held onto her hips when he repositioned his own by bending his knees a bit and leaning forward. It took a few random jabs before he finally met her entrance. Her voice worked one last time, imploring that he search his humanity, but it all fell on deaf ears. He pushed up into her in a torturous crawl, a bit wider and longer than Yusuke's still-young penis when they both lost their virginities to each other.
Shintaro moaned deep in his throat, growling as he wedged all the way up her tight channel for his blunt tip to end up against her cervix. The insertion had felt incredibly good, but it made Kayko sick to her stomach. She grunted from the feeling, instinctively spreading her legs so that it would be easier to take him. His heavy body pressed her firmly against the wall, her breasts uncomfortably squished beneath her, the two zombies at the other side now being useless when constricting her; he was enough.
He made a few steady thrusts to get used to her body, and then he acted more savagely, snarling and howling as he pounded his student's tight, reluctantly-willing snatch. "Oh!" Kayko screwed her eyes shut at the feeling. His groin repeatedly banged against her ass with each upward thrust. "Mister...! Mr. Shintaro! Please stop! It hurts! Ughn!! Mr. Shintaro!" Sweat made her brown hair mat over her forehead. Her muscles involuntarily tried to milk the cock recklessly working in and out of her.
Behind her, Shintaro's ragged breath was hot against the back of her ear. Hearing him murmur her name amongst a series of incoherent, drawn-out moans chilled her to the bone, but it did not stop the heat of her groin. "Uhn, Yusuke!" she cried out desperately. "Yusuke!!" She prayed that he would show up and rescue her from these madmen. Hot, white spurts shot into her womb in two more minutes. Shintaro roared like a beast when he came, pressing as deep as he could in her snatch.
Kayko cringed and gasped each time a new wave of semen was deposited in her body; she had slapped Yusuke just for cumming on her leg and not using the tissues next to them. Shintaro did not extract himself until after his balls were drained in the schoolgirl, and he would've stayed in longer had another zombie not selfishly torn her away from him. Before she even knew what was happening, Kayko found herself thrown over a desk with her ass and pussy on display for the heavyset, balding man who she did not recognize.
"W-wait! Don't!" she choked out, but the savage-minded zombie just spread her pussy lips and penetrated her with his less-fulfilling, but still-disgusting prick. Her fingers curled around the edges of the desk to support herself as she took the squat man's prick into her. She looked back at him from over her shoulder, her breath hitching and small moans reverberating from her throat. A man like this, his very appearance; she wouldn't have given him a second glance while passing down the street, and now he was as physically intimate with her as possible.
"Please," her wavering voice began again, "stopmmph!" Her cheeks expanded when another zombified man pulled her head to face forward and take in an erection with her other end. She gagged when the prick rammed against the back of her throat in careless abandon. Two desks to her right, Botan was lying on her back with her legs – tangled together at the ankle by her pants and panties – pushed upward while the zombie men ravaged her mouth and cunt. Tears stung her eyes each time the zombie charged into her esophagus.
The zombie thrusting into her saliva-slick pussy was even less controlled, if that was at all possible. With both hands locked on her waist, he yanked her over his straining cock over and over, moistening his contracting testicles with her juices. Botan's only thought while she was given the fuck of her life was: hadn't Yusuke beaten the last Saint Beast yet?!
Yusuke panted while facing down Suzaku, leader of the Saint Beasts. The elegant demon stood just as winded with the Makai whistle still firmly in his clutches. His bird-companion Murugu harped overhead, even though Suzaku was running low on energy. Yusuke cussed at the bird, but could not shut her up for good; he couldn't waste precious spirit energy now. Suzaku huffed, though a smile found its way on his face.
"You may have broken my viewing screen with that last attack," he said, referring to the heap of rubble behind his throne, "but I'm sure that your dear Kayko has been captured by now. You fight to liberate your pathetic human city from the Makai; you may already be too late."
"That's not going to happen, you prissy elf," Yusuke exclaimed. He snarled, but was too cautious to rush recklessly into another headlong attack. "Kayko isn't going to let your brainless drones catch her; she's too smart for that! And with Botan there... ... Kayko's too smart!"
"Only a human could be stupid enough to give into hope," chuckled the Saint Beast of lightning. He readied himself to attack. "Just like your woman, I'll destroy all your hopes!"
Yusuke took a step back and swallowed hard. Well, at least Kayko wasn't having as hard of a time as he was, with those brainless drones chasing her and all…
Kayko gagged when one of those 'brainless drones' snarled and emptied his balls into her mouth, forcing her to swallow, lest she wanted to drown. The taste and texture made her stomach roil while being filled with the white substance. At her crotch, she was saturated with her flowing juices and the fat man's jizz, as he had elected to spray his load over her pubic mound. Of course, that did not mean she was in the clear, and two more zombies eagerly went to fill her vacated holes with their hard penises.
Botan was a bit more saturated, as more zombies had already completed their cycles on her. Her supple breasts were covered with splatters of cum, as was her face. She had no choice but to keep her throat open in preparation for every new cock entering. Already, she had been forced to down two other men's ejaculate, and was now having another cock face-fucking her. His balls smacked her nose, making her flinch each time. Her womb, in the meantime, went hot as the zombie fucking her met his end and spat his sperm into her.
While Botan's pussy was being topped off with cum, Kayko's body was getting ready to accept another hot load. That was before, however, she was rescued by the short man's gyrating hips by the person she would've rather hadn't saved her. Being torn away from all other zombies to lay on her back, she stared fearfully up at the giant zombie: Mr. Iwamoto. Kayko had thought for sure he'd be down for the count after Botan struck him across the cranium with her bat. He chuckled behind bleeding lips.
"Yukimura, you've been a very bad girl today," he rasped and leaned over her so that she could stare deep into his lifeless, red eyes. "Don't think I've forgotten that you've hit a teacher! I knew it was only a matter of time before Urameshi's filth rubbed off on you!" His hands felt like steel on her waist. "It's time for... correction!"
Kayko trembled fearfully underneath him, but still managed the strength to slap him; it only made him laugh more. "Mr. Iwamoto," she gasped out, now shoving against his midsection when he began to knead her thighs. "Please, get a hold of yourself!"
"I've got a hold," he snapped at her. His hands came up and tore her blouse open with little effort. Her breasts – small, developing hills on her chest capped with brown nipples – bounced into view and were immediately mauled by his rough hands. She whimpered and writhed, begging him to stop as he tweaked her vulnerable nipples. "Yes, Urameshi is a bad seed…" His hands slid down to her semen-rich pussy to rub through the wet, brown hair and rotate his thumb over her clitoris.
"No doubt he's planted that seed down here. But..." His reach extended even lower, lower than what Kayko could stomach, and pressed against her virgin hole. The grin on his face wrinkled his wizened features even more as Kayko held her breath. "Yes, let's see him take this spot!"
"No! Mr. Iwamoto!" Kayko tried with new vigor to push him off of her as he yanked down his pants and briefs, exposing his long, hard erection. Six inches just throbbing with the need for release, for the chance to be buried in her young body. And he had already decided just where to put it. She felt the blunt head rub moisture over the puckered hole, lubricating her ever so slightly until the fluids leaking from her snatch offered better slickness. Then, against all of her pleas to stop, he pushed into her.
The hole was resistant, tightening to prevent this intrusion, but the iron-will of Sarayashiki Junior High's most determined teacher would not be persuaded. He growled at her resistance and jabbed into her, making her scream in pain. No real preparation... It felt like she would rip! Iwamoto felt nothing but rapture in her agony as she twisted underneath him, her small hands pressing against his lower abdomen as he crept ever further into her.
"Ah, so Urameshi hasn't tainted this place yet," he mused evilly at the tightness of this hole. "I thought this would be the first place that filth would come to roost. Oh well!" He snarled and plunged all of himself into the schoolgirl with all of his might, causing her scream to echo throughout the halls of their beloved school. Botan felt the cry of pain in her gut, but could do naught to help. Even if released from the hold of several empowered zombies, she doubted she would be in any condition to help anyone.
Regretful tears ran down her face as she was forced to accept a heavy discharge of semen over her face and in her hair. She gasped for breath, taking the precious time in between zombie cocks to replenish her lungs. "Kayko, Yusuke will... urmph!" She hadn't a chance to finish as her mouth was abruptly filled by a zombie who just could not wait anymore. Iwamoto grunted as he fucked his pupil as hard as he could. The desk underneath them rattled with the threat to give out altogether.
Kayko couldn't get anything but the merest gasp or a sob of pain as he spread the hole of her rectum in ways that would leave her sore for days on end; going to class after this would not be as enjoyable as before. Iwamoto was sure to grope her tender breasts with one hand while maintaining the other on her hips to keep her in place as he bucked harder and harder into her asshole. "You're just Urameshi's little whore," he growled over and over. "You must be cleansed! His filth is making you just as rotten as him! We must counter his seed!"
Kayko felt like she could go deaf from this slew of insults, all of which were untrue. Having sex with Yusuke had been an emotional experience – aside from the brutal end of it – and hadn't ruined their relationship at all. This, on the other hand, truly did make her feel like some kind of whore, having various strangers fill her with their seed, and now, even a second teacher was plowing her like nothing before. Pushing against him was proven a fruitless endeavor, and she could think of nothing else to do but hold onto his arms for support.
Her quim shuddered and expelled a good quantity of cum to help lube his passage in her rear. The most hated teacher in school, and he was fucking the most liked student. Iwamoto was not a man who got laid often, being too busy with work while also having the looks of Frankenstein's monster. For him, it was combining both pleasures of his life: school and sex. And in little time, that concoction of pleasures erupted from his loins.
Embedding himself fully into Kayko Yukimura, his blue complexion turning red with exertion, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "URAMESHI'S WHORE!!!" His balls exploded their contents into her abused colon. She felt his essence surge into her in thick bursts that made her feel like she could vomit. He hunched forward, curling his hips with several quick jabs that aided in his long-denied discharge. At last, his boundless strength seemed to wane when he fell over the small girl while huffing and puffing.
Unlike the other zombies who just kept coming – derp – he took a moment to recover and catch his breath. His penis deflated within Kayko's ass, and her body naturally ejected him with several contractions that also pushed out some of his cum. She had thought that this nightmare was over, but Iwamoto's fist latched painfully into her hair, and he chuckled like a wolf. "We're not done yet, Yukimura... uh!" He looked as though he had taken a blow to the back of the head, which might as well have been the case, for he fell over, unconscious in the next instant.
Kayko had expected to see Botan behind him with her bat bloodied, but there was nothing. She looked over and saw the blue-haired, cum-stained woman being freed by their zombie captors, moaning as they fell away like dropping flies. Even the man whose cock was still pounding in and out of her gaping vagina gave up his assault to fall. Both women sat in confused silence for a while as hot semen poured from practically every orifice.
Botan, after clearing her throat and doing a shameful spit of cum on the floor, came up with a solution. "I... I guess that means... Yusuke won." She did not sound like someone who was victorious, and neither did Kayko. The two women just accepted this sudden liberation and headed to the lavatory to get cleaned of this shameful encounter that they hoped never to mention again.
"Ah, he completed the mission successfully!" mused Koenma with a proud nod of his head while staring at the image of Yusuke and his team standing victorious in the remains of the Four Saint Beasts' palace. "Just as I thought! The great Koenma has never been proven wrong, has he, ogre?" He looked to Jorge for an agreeable answer.
"Well," Jorge said while shifting his lips, "we know that Yusuke and his team are alright, but shouldn't you check on Botan to see if she's alright?"
Koenma flagged Jorge down. "Ha! Who gives a hissy-fit about her?" he admonished. "Now that Yusuke has destroyed the Makai whistle, all wrongs have been righted in the human world. What could be wrong?" He hopped off of his chair then to walk to a little pillow nest at the corner of the room cradling Yusuke's spirit egg, which was currently feeding off the energy of his intentions.
"Well, I was worried that a spirit monster of some kind would come out of this thing, but with Yusuke's triumph, he might have a chance not to be eternally devoured." Jorge leaned in with a hand to his ear. "Say, Koenma-sir? Do you hear something coming from the egg?" Both master and ogre bent down to the egg to listen. There was silence, and then an annoying voice that said nothing but...
All together now! |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zone-Stad
Smarter with the Years
Chapter 1: Smarter with the Years
Dani hopelessly tried to hide a yawn as she pushed aside the sheets and settled into the bed. Tom's little laugh caressed her ear. "Tired?" he asked.
"A little," she admitted, as he thoughtfully threw the covers over both of them and pulled her close. Her sea-blue eyes had only just shut when a flash of light illuminated their bedroom, and not much later, the sound of thunder was audible. Dani sighed. Tom lightly laughed. He tenderly kissed her shoulder and rolled over on his back again. Their bedroom was illuminated a few more times, and the raging sound of the thunderstorm and pouring rain continued as they waited. They didn't get disappointed.
The door softly creaked open. "Mommy? Daddy?" As if by magic, their daughter began crying as well. "I'm scared," she said.
"I'll go," said Tom, while already getting upright. "I swear, we have spoiled them way too much," he added, easing his feet into his slippers. Their little son, four years old, was waiting by the door opening with his chenille bear in one hand and the other in his mouth. Tom lovingly picked him up and sat him wordlessly on the bed. He watched as his wife automatically pushed aside the covers again for him and continued toward their daughter's room, who had, in the meantime, woken up because of the thunderstorm as well.
"I'm scared of thunderstorms," sounded the voice of their son as he pulled himself close to his mommy.
"That's fine, baby," Dani soothed, as she tenderly ran her hand through his hair. In appearance, he was just like Tom, even though he was only four. Their daughter, who would be celebrating her third birthday next month, showed all the appearance of her. In characteristics, they both appeared to be the perfect mix of them both – sadly, no identical one. It happened multiple times a week – sometimes even a day – that brother and sister were almost literally in each other's hair. They could be sweet to each other, but usually, they were fighting for the most ridiculous reasons.
Dani heard how the crying of their daughter discontinued, and how Tom's footsteps neared again. They were really in need of a far larger bed than their current one, Dani thought, as Tom walked into the bedroom again with their sleepy daughter on his arm and shut the door behind him. Another flash of lightning illuminated the room once again, and a particularly loud thunderbolt was audible. Their daughter hid in her daddy's shoulder. "That's nothing," he said, "Mommy and Daddy are here." From the moment she had seen her mommy and her brother, the little girl began squirming, possibly driven by jealousy. Tom put her down on the bed carefully and watched as she crawled over to her beloved mommy and at once began pushing and pulling to steal the place of her brother. "Easy!" said Tom, as he himself got into bed again as well.
"Be careful for Mommy's big belly," Dani warned, as she slowly turned herself so that both of her children had enough room.
"I swear that our little ones like you better than me," Tom said.
"And why would that be…" Dani teased.
"Mommy, is my little sister awake?" their son asked.
Dani chuckled. "No, baby. Your brother or sister is not awake. The little one has already done quite enough of its acrobatics today." As if to make sure, the little girl put her hand on her mommy's big belly. When she effectively didn't feel anything after a few minutes, she felt entirely reassured and laid herself down again.
"Mommy, I don't want a… brother," she said, in between two yawns. "If it is another brother, I won't love him."
Tom chuckled. "Then don't you love your big brother either?"
"But… yes, but…" The rest of her sentence was interrupted by her own yawning. Wordlessly, she then laid her head down again against her mommy's breast and fell asleep as well, even though the lightning and thunder had not entirely ceased yet.
"And where am I supposed to lie now?" Tom wondered aloud. "Am I supposed to lie here all alone on my side of the bed while you three are nicely cuddled up over there?"
"I'm afraid so," said Dani and giggled.
Tom softly kissed her lips and pulled himself close to his family… as good as was possible, at least. Dani's big belly made it even more difficult than otherwise. No one would describe him as the family guy, but he would never regret those two little devils between them, nor the little one that was about to be born any moment now. "I love you," he said.
"And I, you," said Dani, and sighed.
"What are you thinking about now?" Tom asked.
"We have lost years," said Dani. "I'm already over forty… and I'm going to be a mom again. I…" She trailed off.
"We're together now, aren't we?" Tom said.
"Yes," said Dani, "Eventually."
"I would dare to bet that you would never have gotten such beautiful children otherwise," Tom teased, as he tenderly caressed her cheek. "It has cost me years to find my senses, and sometimes I regret that not having happened sooner, but maybe it is better this way. Maybe we never would have gotten this far had we gotten together any sooner," reasoned Tom.
"Maybe," said Dani, as she yawned once again and fell asleep as well.
Tom sighed. "Well, that's four out of five, then. Now only me is left." |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Zootopia
10 Things I Hate About Carrots
Chapter 1: 10 Things I Hate About Carrots
Ok, this is my very first FanFiction, so please go easy on me. Zootopia and its characters belong to Disney. 10 Things I Hate About You is owned by Touchstone. The cover is titled "May I Keep You" and is by Alantka on DeviantArt.
Officer Judy Hopps was having a very bad day. It was 7:37 A.M., and Nick hadn't gotten to work yet. This meant two things: (1) Chief Bogo was going to be pissed at Nick, and (2) she was going to have to do the patrol by herself. This made her heart give an uncomfortable squeeze, which might be better than the fluttery feeling she had every time she was around Nick since movie night two weeks ago.
Two weeks ago, it was Friday Night Movie Night after work. This week was being held at Nick's place, and so far, only he and Judy had arrived. "So, McHorn, Rhinowitz, and Delgato have already cancelled; Francine, Grizzoli, Fangmeyer, Wolford, Higgins, Snarlof, Trunkaby, Anderson, and Johnson are on duty. Which just leaves us and Clawhauser," Nick said. He looked around to her and added, "He better get here soon, then; 10 Things I Hate About Ewe comes on in five minutes."
Within three minutes, Judy got a text from Clawhauser: "I'm not going to make it to movie night. Sorry." "Well, guess it's just the two of us after all," Judy said. It wasn't until they got to the scene where the tiger, Kat Stratford, said she hated the lion, Patrick Purona "with the fury of a thousand suns," and Nick had started laughing the moment the soccer ball almost hit Purona, that Judy argued it wasn't all that funny when it happened. Nick accidentally placed his paw on Judy's, and it only took a moment for Judy's heart to start fluttering in her chest. However, Nick quickly removed his paw with a quiet apology. They watched the rest of the movie in uncomfortable silence.
Present day, Judy tried and failed to shake off the painful squeeze in her heart. Just do the patrol, don't think about that dumb fox! She hated going through other animals' desks, but Nick had been driving the last week and a half, which meant the keys were in his desk. She found the keys in the top right drawer of his desk, right next to a crumpled note. I wonder what this is? Should I open it and see? She knew she should respect Nick's privacy, but maybe the note might explain his absence from work. Maybe, if she was lucky, it would explain his unusual behavior lately.
She opened the note and read the first line: "Ten Things I Hate about Carrots." What? Does he mean me? Or actual carrots? She read on. "I hate the way you always want to drive the cruiser, very badly, I might add." He does mean me! Why would he hate me this bad? I admit I'm not the best driver in Zootopia, but I'm not that bad! Except that day we had parking duty and I started to jam out to Gazelle; he had to grab the wheel.
"I hate the way you can hear everything I say and the cute way you thump your foot when you're angry." I can't help that bunnies have excellent hearing! And we can't help thumping our feet when we're angry! And did he write "cute"? "I hate the way you're so emotional and how overly dramatic you are." I'm not that emotional, am I? And I thought he liked those times I got dramatic, like when we hustled Bellwether.
"I hate how good you are at hustling me and how your plans always seem to work." I've only ever hustled him once, when I got him to help me find Mr. Otterton. And my plans don't always work... "I hate the way you never give up, even on me." That's not true! I gave up after that horrible press conference... after I broke the city completely...
"I hate the way that you make it impossible for me to hate you." What? But I thought this whole note was about him hating me? "But what I hate the most is how you don't notice how I've fallen for you." Judy froze. Fallen for me? Nick's in love with me? I'm not the only one feeling this way?
"Thought you didn't like going through other animals' things, Carrots," Nick said, suddenly appearing behind her. Judy turned in surprise. "Nick!" Her heart wasn't fluttering anymore; it was pounding. Nick glanced down at the note, then back to her, "Number eleven, I hate that I couldn't tell you that I love you to your face..." Nick didn't get a chance to finish. Judy had suddenly embraced him and kissed him.
When, after a moment, she pulled back, she said, "I love you too, dumb fox." Ok, first, if you've bothered reading this, thanks. I know it's not the best work on FanFiction, but it's what I've got. The reference to Judy "jamming out to Gazelle" is from the YouTube video "Zootopia: All Promos, Teasers, and Deleted Scenes" by Nick P. Wilde. Special thanks go to Writing4MySoul for beta reading this. Extra special thanks go to Stephanie Silverfield, my BFF in real life, for encouraging me to put this on FanFiction.
And things hadn't gotten any better. So far, Judy hadn't seen any signs that he felt anything she'd been feeling. He had actually been avoiding her... She tried and failed to shake off the painful squeeze in her heart. Just do the patrol, don't think about that dumb fox! |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Zootopia
A Few Glasses Down
Chapter 1
"Wilde told me I'd find you here," he says, his voice gruff, even when he's trying to sound gentle. He comes around the table and sits himself across from her, grimacing when he sees that she's already well into her nightly ritual. The many empty shot glasses and the half-empty, wolf-sized bottle of whiskey on the table are telltale signs. When he looks up, he can see that her normally sparkling violet eyes are void and blank, almost as if she's given up on life.
"Come here to judge me, kick me while I'm down? Hell, maybe even give me parking duty?" she says wryly, downing another shot. He flattens his ears back, forcing himself to maintain that gruff expression on his muzzle, if only to keep others from eavesdropping on them out of fear of angering the buffalo.
"Hopps, what are you doing here? This isn't you," he says, watching her. A year ago, she wouldn't even go near a bottle of liquor, let alone spend her night in a bar and get drunk. However, after the accident, that all changed rather quickly.
"It is now," she says, shrugging. This makes him snort lightly in irritation, but he bites his tongue, fighting the urge to snap at her. Instead, he lets out a sigh and forces his voice to remain calm.
"The old Hopps would be at the precinct, most likely causing me a mountain of paperwork by dismantling some corrupt official's regime," he replies, his expression unchanged.
"Yeah, well, the old 'Hopps' would still have her legs," she grumbles, thumping one of her stumps against the table to accentuate her point, which admittedly makes him jump lightly. He opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off when she starts speaking again. "You know, it's funny... I still feel my legs... I'm wiggling my toes right now, and I can feel them." She says, her eyes watering as she glances down at where her legs have been amputated below the knees. "I can feel them, and they aren't there." She whimpers, on the verge of breaking into sobs.
He lets out a tired sigh, carefully mulling over his words. "Hopps, many officers have been hurt in the line of duty, or made one mistake that brings them to drown their sorrows here... God knows I have—" he starts, only for her to cut him off again.
"With all due respect, Chief, this isn't a fucking bullet to the shoulder or being unable to talk a jumper off a ledge... I highly doubt that any other officer had to deal with getting their legs ripped off by a polar bear like they were twigs," she snaps, pouring another drink and downing it quickly.
He can only stare at her, a knowing expression on his face as he remembers that day all too well. He was working in his office as usual, mostly handling some of the day-to-day paperwork, when Clawhauser burst into his office with a loud crash from the door, the cheetah's normally cheery demeanor replaced with a pale look, almost as if he were sick. The first instinct that hit him was to yell at the unofficial mascot, but before he could, he was cut off by the news that Officers Wilde and Hopps were down.
All he was able to get out of the frantic report was that after a blow from a suspect knocked out Wilde, Judy ran after him to try to take him down with a Taser. Unfortunately, the bear managed to grab her by the ears and proceeded to rip the bunny's feet off with his bare paws, dropping her bleeding on the sidewalk. Thankfully, the backup she requested managed to get to her in time to stop the bleeding and call an ambulance.
In his decades of service to the ZPD, he's been exposed to things that have left him hardened, emotionless, and even cynical, but even he couldn't deny the utter heartbreak and the feeling of helplessness when he was sitting by her bedside, watching the look of horror and then anguish spread across her features when she ripped the blankets off to look at what remained of her legs.
He watches her as she stares down into her glass, letting her process this. He doesn't react when he sees the tears well up in her eyes as shame starts to cross her face. "I-I had no idea... but I don't know if I can ever come back from this... I mean, what is it that you want from me?"
He sighs and mulls it over for a minute. "I'll make you a deal, Hopps. Give me one year. Just one year of working hard and proving to yourself what I already know. If you're not fit for duty after the year, I will never bother you again, and you will be free to sit on your ass and drink away your pension. Think about it, and if you agree, call me tomorrow at my office." He says, standing up and shoving his chair under the table. He turns to walk out, but stops, looking over his shoulder. "And Hopps... just remember this... you have family at the ZPD; we all share in your pain, and we all miss you dearly. It just isn't the same without you there..." With that, he turns and walks out, pretending not to hear Judy's meek "Thank you, Chief." He takes a much-needed breath of clean air and clears his throat, pulling out his phone to check the time as he walks to his car. He takes one more look at the door of the bar and lets out a sigh. "She'll call..." he says to himself before starting his car to drive off into the night.
Chapter 2 |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Zootopia
Blueberries
Chapter 1: Blueberries
Hello there. This is a first for me. I just got Zootopia yesterday out of pure curiosity. People kept saying it was good, and the back of the movie said it was the best thing to come out of Disney in 20 years. That's a mighty big thing to boast, considering all the great movies Disney has made in that time. Now, to make a long story short, I'll tell you one thing about me and movies: I rarely ever cry. Only a handful of them have made me cry once, and they were great movies. Zootopia made me cry twice. That's unheard of.
SPOILER ALERT
It was the scene with what happened in Nick's childhood, and then it was the scene where Hopps was apologizing to Nick. That hit me right in the feels. Please, if you have not seen the movie yet, then avoid this AU. If you have seen it, then please enjoy!
Blueberries
"It's a shame, I really liked you," said the mayor as she pointed the dart at Judy.
"What are you going to do?" Judy asked, fear poorly hidden in her voice. "Kill me?"
The mayor only laughed. "Kill you? No, but I am going to make sure you can't ruin my plans."
The small sheep turned the dart gun and aimed it at Nick. His eyes widened, knowing what would happen the moment he was hit.
"No!" Judy shouted as she looked at her friend with fear and worry.
"Alright," replied the mayor as she quickly turned the dart gun and shot Judy instead.
"Carrots," shouted Nick as she fell and curled in on herself. He then looked up at the mayor and growled. "I can still tell the police what happened! You hit the wrong target!"
"Did I?" the mayor replied. "Hmm, I seem to recall that I'm wearing gloves, and you were the last one to touch both the case and the dart gun. The police will link your prints to the gun and not mine, making you the prime suspect. And I'm the mayor, and a prey animal. Who will the populace believe more; a small, friendly sheep or a sly, conniving fox? I think we both know the answer." With an evil chuckle, she left, taking the evidence linking her to the crime with her. The sound of the closing door echoed in the quiet, deserted museum.
Nick looked back over to Judy, who had begun reverting back to her primal instincts. He approached her slowly, both knowing and afraid that he would scare her.
"Come on, Carrots, focus. I know you're still you in there."
Judy opened her eyes and sat up, but he could tell by her posture that it was too late. She was sitting on all fours, just like her ancestors once did. Even more so, she lifted her hind foot to scratch behind her ear.
"Oh, Hopps…" Nick looked down and shook his head.
Judy twitched her nose and rose onto her hind paws as her ears swiveled around, scanning the area. She caught the scent of a predator and turned, only to see a fox. Her eyes widened, and she backed away, hitting the wall and cornering herself.
Nick watched her and failed to hide the pain he felt at the sight, knowing that she was terrified of him, and yet not less than an hour ago, she had hugged him, begging for his forgiveness and apologizing for being a dumb bunny.
"I'm so sorry, Carrots. I should have pushed you out of the way." He got onto his knees and reached out a paw to her, but she only recoiled further away from him.
He pulled his hand back and closed his eyes in despair, unable to stop the tear that fell. He sniffed and caught a whiff of something – the blueberries in his pocket. Taking out the red cloth that he had tied them in, he took out a berry and offered it to her.
Judy flinched, and Nick regretted scaring her further, but he had to try. He wasn't about to give up on her. Their eyes locked, and he saw nothing but fear and terror. Still, he wasn't going to give up until she trusted him. He did the only thing he could – he closed his eyes and moved his hand closer to her.
She raised her ears slightly and twitched her nose as she inspected the small berry in his paw. He felt her nose and the breath brush the fur on his hand. He felt her take the berry. "If I could trade places with you, I would," he thought, looking back to what she had accomplished. She had become the world's first bunny cop. She never let what she was get in the way of doing her job, and she never let anything slow her down. Sure, she was a rookie, but she was also a quick learner. She managed to hustle him after only one day. That took something special. She had everything going for her, but now it was all gone.
"Dumb…fox," Nick muttered to himself.
Nick's eyes shot open as he looked at Judy, who had found the other berries and had eaten a fair few. When she realized the fox wasn't going to eat her, she quickly sniffed out the other berries and ate them. Slowly, she realized she could think more clearly, and she became less afraid. She still sat like an ancient bunny, but she had regained that sparkle in her eye that Nick had come to admire.
"Carrots," he asked, amazed.
"No, I think they're blueberries," she replied, trying to sniff out more.
Nick couldn't help it – he laughed. "Tell you what, let's stop that crazy mayor's plan, and I'll get you all the blueberries you could eat."
Judy smiled at him and offered him her paw. "Deal." |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Zootopia
Chapter 1: JuNIcky
Judy's point of view (Nick and Judy have been part of the ZPD for a year now)
Judy was working through her small pile of paperwork when Nick walked through the door with a cheeky smile on his face. "Hey, whiskers, how's my favorite bunny?" Judy rolled her eyes. "Nick, I'm the only bunny you know." "So? Answer the question," he replied cheekily. "I'm fine." "Do you want a coffee?" The question seemed to come out of nowhere. Judy eyed him, trying to figure out why he was being so nice, but then let it go. "Yeah, sure," she said. "Do you have a preference?" he asked. "Yeah, a latte thanks." "Sure thing, whiskers." "And don't call me whiskers!" she yelled at him as he walked out the door.
Nick's point of view
Nick chuckled to himself. He knew Judy didn't like being called whiskers, which was why he did it. He could tell she had been trying to figure out why he was being nice, and to be honest, it was because he had a crush on her. It was weird; a fox having a crush on a bunny. He decided to talk to Clawhauser about it. When he got to the desk where the coffee machine was, Clawhauser spoke up. "Got something on your mind, Nick? Or should I say, someone?" Nick froze. He didn't know how Clawhauser knew, but apparently, he already did. He sighed. "Yes, Clawhauser. How did you know?" Clawhauser chuckled. "You had that faraway look in your eyes, the one you always get when you're coming out of Judy's office." He chuckled again. "Look, I've got to go. I promised Judy a coffee." Nick muttered, "Bye," and left with the two coffees in his hands, heading back towards Judy's office. He handed one to her. "Thank you, Nicky," she said, smiling. He groaned. "How many times have I told you not to call me Nicky?" he said. She smirked. "How many times have I told you not to call me whiskers? I'll stop when you stop." Just then, Bellwether walked in. "Nickolas, I need you to find out the license plate for a car. The plate is SNF267. Go," she ordered, then left. Nick sighed. He looked back at Judy and said, "I'll see you later?" She smiled. "Sure, how about 8?" Nick's eyes widened. "At your apartment?" he asked. "Yeah," she replied. "Here, give me that," she said, quickly grabbing his phone and starting to tap away. "Hey!" he cried. "Give it back." Judy looked at him and smirked. "OK, here. Now get going." As he left, he looked to see what she was typing. What he found was her name, address, and phone number. He punched the air and let out a whoop of joy. But first, he had to deal with Flash, who, ironically, was a sloth.
Judy's point of view
After Nick left, she heard him let out a whoop. He probably saw her address and phone number. She hadn't really thought; she just blurted. She often did that around Nick. She'd invited him over because she kind of liked him, and she wanted to tell him tonight over a movie. It was weird; she was a bunny, he was a fox, and she had a crush on him. She decided to have a look at interspecies relationships, just in case, and sat down at her computer to start googling.
Nick's point of view (7:55 pm, outside Judy's apartment)
Nick arrived just a little early at Judy's. He didn't want to be really early, and he definitely didn't want to be late. As he watched his watch, it hit eight o'clock. He rapped his knuckles on the door three times. Within three seconds, Judy had opened the door. She was standing there in a dress, which surprised him, as she never wore dresses. She smiled that lovely smile of hers and said, "Come in, Nick." He stepped in and was amazed at her apartment. He'd expected it to be clean, but this was ridiculous. There wasn't a mark anywhere. "I've got dinner on; I'll just be a second," Judy said behind him. She disappeared into the small kitchen, and Nick had a look at the pictures on the wall. There was one of Judy with what seemed to be her parents, and one with a couple of small bunnies. Then there was one with thousands of bunnies. Judy's voice came from behind him, startling him. "Dinner's ready. Oh, that's my family," she motioned to the large cluster of bunnies. "They're just my siblings. There are 927." Nick's jaw dropped. "Jeez, how do you remember all their names?" he asked incredulously. She smiled. "I don't. Now, come on, dinner's on. I know you'll enjoy it." He followed her into the dining room, thinking there would be a plate of carrots, but there wasn't. Well, not for him. For him, there was a large steak, with some peas and potato. "Well, Judy, you know me well," he said. She smiled as she sat down in her seat. "You cannot believe the look the guy gave me when I asked for a steak." Nick laughed. "I wish I could see it." Judy's ears perked up. "Oh, you can! Here, take a look!" she exclaimed, holding out her phone. There was the salesman, and he had the funniest face Nick had ever seen. They both burst out laughing.
Judy hadn't expected Nick to kiss her back, so when he did, she was very happy. When they broke apart, with each other's hands around their necks, she leaned on his chest and mumbled, "I thought you didn't like me that way." Nick chuckled. "Then you took a huge risk. But that's you; you take risks." She smiled into his chest. "So I guess we're mates?" she asked hesitantly. "Forever," Nick mumbled into her ear. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Zootopia
Katrice on a Snow Day
Chapter 1: Katrice on a Snow Day
"Ugh, snow," said the tired yet waking red panda, Katrice, as she looked out of her window. It had snowed again. Although she loved the snow for its beauty and the fact that she could draw it, she hated the cold for many reasons. Her fur would fluff up sometimes, like other mammals, the cold wind would make her shiver even though she was wearing her heavy coat, and the snow itself was too freezing for her. She wasn't like the other red pandas; she was special in her own way.
Today was going to be a day for her to enjoy. She walked over to the living room, wearing her light green warm pajama pants and a red shirt that she had worn to bed late at night. On the table were her pop tarts - her s'more pop tarts - and her glass of tea. She sat down on her couch and grabbed her remote to watch some television. Now this was a different day; she was going to spend her snow day all by herself. Her friends seemed to be doing their own things, as she hadn't received any texts from them, especially from her blue rabbit friend who loved the snow.
She watched her favorite shows and laughed at the funny parts. Yet, she started to remember some things about her friends when it came to snow days. Her raccoon friend, Fever, would always mess with her just to get a reaction out of her. Spazzie, the blue rabbit, would always try to convince her to go out for a second, as he threw snowballs at mammals, cars, and houses. Trish, Diana, and even Helena would all just talk about their art styles and what was going on in today's world. Having them together was like a madhouse. Fever and Spazzie would mostly be the ones who made sure that boredom was not around Katrice's house. The two were nuts, insane - maybe even insane asylum crazy.
It was crazy, yet she enjoyed their company. So, of course, she had the urge to text them, but she felt like it would be silly. They were busy doing things like art, writing stories, or hanging out with family. She didn't want to ruin their days just because hers was filled with boredom, and she didn't want to go out in the cold, snowing, freezing cold. Nor did she want her friends to come over and suffer from the snow. She sighed as she now felt the boredom kicking in. Maybe she could draw, or write a story, or just sit back and watch shows on the TV or on her phone? She was deep in her thoughts until the door knocked.
Katrice jumped slightly from the sudden noise as she got up and went over to the door. She grabbed the knob and twisted it gently, then opened it wide. From there, she saw two figures: the figure of a raccoon with blue stripes and the blue rabbit, both in heavy coats and jeans. It was Fever and Spazzie.
"IT'S SNOWING, KATRICE!" the two said in unison, as all Katrice could do was roll her eyes with a smile.
"And you are going to try to get me outside with you?" Katrice questioned, waiting for a simple answer.
"Well, yeah, but you seem to be in the mood for no snow," Spazzie stated, as he saw her casual, lazy-day outfit, and the red panda nodded.
"What brings you guys here, anyway?" Katrice asked again, this time to get an answer she had no idea of.
"Well, Trish and Diana are stuck at their friend's house, Helena is at her family's house, and me and Spazzie here were able to get out, so we could see you," Fever said with a smile on her face.
Katrice just looked at the two, who were covered in snow. She smiled and still had the door open, as she could feel the cold. "Hey, you guys want to stay with me for a while? It would be nice to enjoy some company."
"Well, of course, Katrice, that's why we came here. We figured that on this snow-filled day, you should spend time with your buddies," Spazzie said, with a face of glee showing clear as rain.
"Aww, thanks, you two," the red panda said, as she hugged the two mammals without even remembering that they had snow on them. In seconds, she wiped the snow off, but only to be too late, as her fur fluffed up to keep her warm.
Fever and Spazzie looked and were going to snicker at the amount of how fluffy she looked before she stopped them.
"Oh, you two are fluffy-looking too. Want me to laugh?" Katrice told them, as they shook their heads, apologizing, but suddenly the three started to laugh. They liked to joke around with each other, so of course, Katrice wouldn't be mad. She was a good, wholesome red panda, after all. "Okay, guys, shake the snow off, wipe your feet, and no bringing snow in the house, okay?"
Her friends nodded and understood, as they shook the snow off their coats and walked in a line to wipe their feet on the rug, then put their coats on a rack Katrice had to hang her coats and hoodies.
She smiled at her friends as they went in, but looked at the snow and growled. "You will suffer from my rage tomorrow. I will shovel you out of my yard and melt in the sun. I will have my rage out. My Aggretsuko rage." She closed the door, going from 'Destroyer of Snow' to 'Wholesome Good Mammal', as she walked over to her friends, who sat on the couch and started the day with talking and joking around.
Katrice was happy on a snow-filled day. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Zootopia
Movie Night (Clawhauser x Male Reader)
Chapter 1: Movie Night
(Clawhauser x Male!Reader)
This is my first fanfiction, so please don't judge me too harshly. By the way, you're a wolf.
It was just a regular day at the ZPD. You were the head sketch artist, and there were no immediate cases that needed your attention, so you were on break. You decided to check on your most trusted friend and roommate, Officer Clawhauser.
You were heading down to the receptionist desk, which was usually around the time he would take his break. Luckily, you spotted him just leaving his desk. He had noticed you and looked in your direction. "Oh, hey!" he exclaimed.
"Hey," you said, walking over to him. "Did you just get on break?"
"Yes!" He replied excitedly. "Oh, did you remember to get the movie?"
"Yeah, how could I forget? We've been planning this night for months."
"So, what movie is it?" he asked, probably hoping for a movie Gazelle had starred in.
"Can't tell you," you said with a grin on your face. "It's a secret." You had actually gotten one of your favorite horror films, which wasn't gory but had a few decent jump scares.
"Aww, come on! Just one hint?"
"Nope, you'll just have to wait until tonight."
"Alright, fine."
Later that night, after the movie had finished, he was looking as if he had seen a ghost, which he had. He wouldn't stop clinging onto your arm. "This is the last time I'm letting you pick the movie," he said, looking a little disappointed.
"Well, I'm heading to bed," you exclaimed.
"Hey, wait!" he said, tugging on your arm.
"Huh?" You turned your head to look at him.
"Um, do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?"
You sighed. "Fine, but don't try anything."
"I won't!" he promised.
You both crawled into bed, with him holding you close. You were smiling, though he couldn't see it.
"Goodnight," you said.
"Goodnight."
Chapter 2:
Things between the two of you were quite awkward. You both hadn't really talked to each other the entire day. But you decided it wasn't good to dwell on what happened the previous night. You were practicing by sketching out a new ficus plant that was nearby your station when someone startled you.
"Hey," Nick Wilde said, walking up to you. Ever since he joined the ZPD, you had no idea what to think of him. So you kept it that the two of you were just acquaintances, and you tried to keep every encounter with him as short as possible. You sighed at him.
"What do you want?" you asked.
"Eh, just seeing what you're doing," Nick replied.
"Well, can you let me get back to it?" you asked, trying to brush him off.
"Sure. Oh, and don't forget about tonight," he said before walking away.
"Tonight?" you asked, clearly puzzled.
"Tonight, it's karaoke night," Nick reminded you.
"Oh, right," you said, having completely forgotten about it.
You were looking through your computer to find the song that you had planned to sing. Luckily, you had found it. You decided to put on your headphones and whisper the lyrics to yourself.
"If I could, begin to be, half of what you think of me, I could do about anything. I could even learn how to love like you. When I see, the way you act, wondering when I'm coming back, I could do about anything. I could even learn how to love like you. (Love like you) I always thought, I might be bad, now I'm sure that it's true. 'Cause I think you're so good, and I'm nothing like you..."
Later that night, you took a deep breath. Judy and Nick had just finished their song, and you were about to go up. You looked over at where Clawhauser was sitting and caught his attention. You made a four sign with your hands, pointed at him, and winked. He seemed to start blushing. As you walked up, Judy gave you a thumbs up. The music started playing, and you sang.
"If I could, begin to be, half of what you think of me, I could do about anything. I could even learn how to love like you. When I see, the way you act, wondering when I'm coming back, I could do about anything. I could even learn how to love like you. (Love like you) I always thought, I might be bad, now I'm sure that it's true. 'Cause I think you're so good, and I'm nothing like you..."
Everyone was in awe. No one had expected you to sing something more akin to a love song, seeing as you mostly preferred pop.
Back at the apartment, Clawhauser asked, "Hey, um, did you really mean it?"
"Huh?" you replied.
"The song, I mean," he clarified.
"Of course," you said, taking a deep breath. "I've been planning on singing that for a while now, and I meant every word of it." You were cut off by him pulling you into a tight hug. You were shocked at first, and then decided to hug back. He loosened his grip and smiled at you, laughing a bit. "How are we going to make this work?"
"I don't know, but I'm determined it will!" he exclaimed, smiling at you and pulling you into another tight hug. You two would stay like this for a long time.
And that's the end of the story. I decided to add more to this thanks to Mike Lucaski, who asked for another part. And if you were hoping for anything "sexual", sorry, but I couldn't picture the precious cinnamon roll that is Officer Clawhauser doing anything of the sort. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Zootopia
Mr. and Mrs. Wilde
Chapter 1: Mr and Mrs Wilde
Disclaimer: Zootopia and all related characters are owned by Disney.
Nick came out of the bathroom wearing a black suit, white shirt, and a tie. Adjusting the jacket, he held up his phone so that Judy could see the flashing alert: "They're coming, five minutes."
Judy, dressed in a matching dark suit, went over to the window and pulled back the curtains just enough for her to see the approach to the old bungalow she and her partner had so carefully picked out as their safe house. Seeing a pawful of masked mammals dodging their way between bushes, trash cans, and a fence, Judy replied in a cold, professional voice, "No, two minutes."
"We need to move," Nick said.
"Where to?" Judy asked.
"Downstairs, I have what we need stashed down there," Nick replied.
The partners quickly made their way down to the basement, where they took up positions next to an old workbench. Judy shook her head: "This is no good. The only way out is the stairs, and one hit to that tank of fuel oil over there, and we'll be cooked in the explosion."
Nick nodded, and as he searched through a stack of boxes, he asked, "If this goes south, what's your way out?"
"I have a go-bag with enough cash to quietly get me to Bunnyburrow, and then with a little fur dye, I'm just one of the hundreds of bunny farmers living there. You?" Judy said.
"A small boat off the docks with plenty of cash and a new set of IDs hidden in a lockbox under the seat. From there, it's a quick trip to a friend's place in the Nocturnal District. One more fox walking around won't be noticed," Nick replied.
Judy paused and said in a nervous voice, "You know if we separate, there's a good chance one of us might make it out of here without being seen."
Nick paused from his search, and as his tail wrapped itself around his bunny, he replied, "Not going to happen, Fluff, it's you and me together, no matter what happens."
Smiling at her fox, Judy watched as he ripped open a toy box, pulled out a small pistol, and handed it to her. As Judy turned the gun over in her paws, Nick tore open another box, dumped a much larger pistol into his paw, and then turned to cover the stairs they had just come down a few moments ago.
"Ahem," Judy said.
Nick turned to his partner: "What?"
"Why do I get the girl-gun?" Judy asked.
"Um, because you're a–" Nick started to say.
"Grrrr," Judy growled.
Nick looked at his bunny, and seeing Judy make a gimme motion with her paw, Nick huffed and swapped guns with her.
"Better?" Nick asked.
"Yup," Judy replied.
Putting the gun in her shoulder holster, Judy's ears suddenly went erect as she heard the squeaking of a board as someone stepped onto the porch. "They're here, hurry!" she exclaimed, and then she dashed up the stairs with Nick close behind.
Quietly, the pair moved toward the front door. Nick silently motioned with his paw for Judy to take up a defensive position to the side of the front door while he moved to stand behind a post that gave him a clear view of the foyer.
Judy flattened herself against the wall next to the door, and then when she realized where Nick was going to hide, she quietly cleared her throat, made a few paw motions of her own, and pointed to a spot right next to her.
Nick shook his head, pointed to where he was standing, and then used his fingers to point at his eyes, and then to the door.
Judy was about to counter with another set of paw signals when the doorbell rang, and Nick jumped to where Judy had wanted him to be a few seconds earlier.
Waiting, they both listened, trying to determine where the mammals on the porch had positioned themselves and where they needed to be to 'properly greet' said mammals.
Nick looked at Judy, shrugged, and slowly reaching out, grasped the doorknob, and quickly opened the door.
"Trick or Treat!" two small voices exclaimed.
Judy put her paws up to her muzzle in mock fear and said, "Oh my, Nick, ninjas. What will we do?"
Nick motioned the two kits in: "I think we need to give them lots and lots of candy."
"Nick, don't you dare, they'll be bouncing off the walls all night, and I'll never be able to get them to sleep," said a laughing vixen-shaped ninja standing on the edge of the porch with her ninja-costumed mate.
"Sorry, Toni, just kidding," Nick said, and then proceeded to slip a large pawful of candy into each kit's bag.
Giggling, Judy went to one knee and opened her arms wide to give the young foxes a big hug: "Aidan, Tyler, I love your costumes. Mr. Nick and I thought for sure we were in big trouble."
"Thanks, Mom made them," Aidan said, and then whispered, "she wouldn't let me have a real sword, so I had to make one out of cardboard and foil."
Judy nodded sagely: "It's very real looking."
Judy ushered the kits out the door toward their waiting parents and then turned to Nick: "Come on, Mr. Wilde, our respective organizations have given us contracts that need to be executed at tonight's party."
"Yes, Mrs. Wilde, there's a blueberry pie out there that doesn't know its time is almost up," Nick replied.
Kissing his mate, Nick put an arm around Judy's waist, and the two of them followed the family of ninjas down the sidewalk.
"So, Nick, who's this friend of yours in the Nocturnal District, and how come you haven't ever mentioned them before?" Judy asked.
Happy Halloween! |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Zootopia
Nick's Angel
Chapter 1: Nick's Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own Zootopia or any of its characters; they all belong to Disney.
I woke up this morning with a story in my head, and I had to write it down immediately. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Judy pulled up to the house and parked. She got out and looked at the old place. It was a brick split-level with two large windows in the front. The lawn was perfectly cut, and the hedges looked like they were made with a cookie cutter. There were flowers on both sides of the walk, and not a weed was in sight. He did keep the place up pretty well. Then she pounded on the door.
"This is the police! You're under arrest!" she exclaimed.
She stepped back from the door and heard footsteps. The door opened.
"Judy!" he exclaimed, and then gave her a fox's grin.
She went to him. He lifted her into his arms and tenderly kissed her. She let it go on, and then felt him stiffen. He pulled back, and she noticed that he was blushing. She smiled and then blushed a bit herself.
"Sorry, Judith," he said.
She reached up and took his face in her hands and returned the kiss.
"Grandmother always said you gave the best kisses in the world," she said, and her eye twinkled. "And she was right."
Nick gave his granddaughter a little grin. He put her down and ushered her inside. They went to the kitchen, and lunch was almost ready. She came over for lunch every day. It wasn't just to check up on him, but she truly enjoyed his company. Also, she looked so much like her grandmother that it gave him the feeling that she was still around. He always made her a salad with all the vegetables she liked. She filled her plate and put a few things on his while he finished frying his meat. She would never know where he got the chicken.
He spooned the chicken onto his plate, and as always, her nose twitched. He smiled and gave a wink. She shook her head and started on the salad. When they had finished, she helped him with the dishes, ignoring his protests that he could do it himself. Then they went back and sat at the kitchen table. He told her stories about the old days, when he had met her grandmother and when he had become a cop. She had heard all the old stories before a hundred times before, but he always enjoyed telling them as much as she did listening to them.
"Shouldn't you be getting down to the Precinct?" he asked.
She looked at the clock and still had 45 minutes.
"You're right, Chief!" she said. "Nick, I've been thinking. Why don't you let me move in with you? I know I can get out of my lease, and you have all this room. Please!"
Nick looked down at the beautiful doe. She looked just like Judy had when he first met her – the purple eyes, the grey and white fur, and the same smile. How could he say no?
"Do you need any help?" he asked.
"Nick!" she exclaimed and hugged him.
Nick returned the hug and felt that twinge in his chest again. It had come and gone over the last week or so. Well, his annual physical was next week, and he would ask the doctor about it then. She released him, and he showed her to the door. Then he went back to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. It would be nice to live with a beautiful bunny again. He missed Judy so much, and the cancer had taken her so quickly. For the last few weeks, he had brought her home and hired a nurse to stay full-time. He thought back.
"Nick, please come now," the nurse said.
The nurse waited by the door, and Nick sat on her bed. Judy reached up and stroked his head. He lay down beside her and put his head on her pillow. She continued to stroke him. Eventually, he heard her breathing slow and finally come to an end. But her hand still rested on his head. He lay there for a long time and wept.
Nick felt tears running down his cheeks and wiped them away. He looked at the clock. It was time for his daily walk. He stretched and went outside. It was a beautiful day, and he inspected the lawn. Maybe next week he would cut it, and Judith could help him too. He wondered why she hadn't found some handsome buck yet. Oh well, she was still young and still had time. He went down the steps and walked along the street, like he had done hundreds of times before. Friends and neighbors waved as he passed by, and he did the same. When he got back home, he was tired. He lay down on the couch and soon drifted off to sleep. He dreamt of that last day with his beautiful bunny. When she died, he felt the pain of loss again.
When he woke, he looked around and found that he lay on the ground in a forest. It looked like the forests around BunnyBurrow. They had spent time there many times on vacations, and he always enjoyed it. He stood and brushed the grass and leaves off his fur. Looking closer, he found that there wasn't any gray in it! He also hadn't any clothes on either. For a moment, he flashed back to the Naturalist Club. He thought of Judy's face and laughed. Then he dropped to all fours and was just a fox. He came to a stream and looked down. He was young! He looked like he had long before he'd met Judy.
"Nick!"
He startled. It sounded just like her.
Then he saw her, and she was rushing toward him. She flew into his arms, and he hugged her. The familiar smell and the same gray and white fur! It was her! His bunny! His Angel! |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Zootopia
Not So Savage Nick
Chapter 1: Not So Savage Nick
Nick and Judy were trapped in the pit in the National History Museum. Bellwether was above them, smirking.
"Well, I guess you should have stayed on the farm, where it's safe, eh, bunny? I do feel a little bad about doing this, I mean, I did like you. But you know too much," Bellwether said.
"What do you plan to do? Kill me?" Judy asked in a fearful tone of voice.
Bellwether simply chuckled. "Oh, of course not, dearie, but he will." She pointed a gun towards Nick and fired; it hit Nick on the neck, and he fell down. Nick was shaking on the floor.
Bellwether got her phone out. "Hello? Police, there's a savage fox in the History Museum, and Officer Hopps is down. You need to hurry," she said.
"Nick," Judy cried, running towards him. "Nick, come on, I know you can fight this. Please try to fight it."
Bellwether chuckled. "Oh, but he can't help it, can he? Because it's in his biology to be a savage, just like all predators."
Judy ignored her taunts; right now, she had to focus on Nick. Nick was what mattered right now. When Nick looked at her, she ran and hid in some grass, hiding from Nick.
Nick stood on all fours, sniffing the air. There was a smell he knew, a smell he liked. He sniffed around some more until he came closer to it. He felt he just had to find where that smell was coming from.
Closer he came to the grass where Judy was hiding.
"Well, I can't wait to see the headlines for the papers tomorrow," Bellwether taunted. "Hero cop killed by savage fox."
"So that's it? You get prey to fear predators so you can stay in power?" Judy asked.
"Yeah, pretty much," Bellwether replied.
"It won't work," Judy said.
"Fear always works, and I'll shoot every predator in Zootopia with this night howler to keep it that way," Bellwether smirked.
Nick finally saw Judy. He came closer and closer to her.
"Oh no, Nick, please don't do this," Judy pleaded. Nick was right on top of her now.
Bellwether grinned evilly. "Bye-bye, bunny," she mocked with an evil grin.
But then Nick did something that surprised them both. Instead of attacking Judy like he should have done, he continued to sniff her, and then he began to lick her face. Judy couldn't help but laugh. "Nick, stop that, it tickles," she said. "I thought you were going to bite me."
"Huh? What's going on here?" Bellwether asked, confused. "He's meant to be a savage. Why isn't he killing you?"
"I don't know, I'm just as confused as you are," Judy said with a smile. She was happy Nick wasn't attacking her. He knew she was a friend. He saw her as someone he loved, someone he cared about. The nighthowler couldn't stop a mammal from caring.
Nick's tail began to wag, showing that he was happy. Judy put her paw on Nick's head and began to gently pat him.
"I think since Nick knows me, he feels he shouldn't attack me. After all, we have been through a lot together," Judy suggested.
"Well, it doesn't matter, he's still a savage fox, and when the police get here, they'll have to muzzle him and send him away," Bellwether taunted.
Nick, upon hearing the word "muzzle," began to whimper a bit. He looked at Judy with big, sad eyes. Judy knew that Nick hated muzzles because of what happened when he was younger. It seemed that even though Nick had turned savage, he understood what was being said, and he knew he didn't want a muzzle being put on him.
"Don't worry, Nick, I won't let them muzzle you. I promise you that. A muzzle won't be anywhere near you," Judy said.
Nick's smile returned, and he started to rub his face against Judy's leg. He then looked up at Bellwether and growled at her. It seemed he knew Bellwether was the enemy, the reason he had become savage.
"Oh, and Bellwether, when the police do get here, you'll be put away for a very long time," Judy said to her.
Bellwether simply laughed. "Well, it is my word against yours, bunny," she teased. "You have no proof it was me."
Judy grinned and pulled out a carrot pen from her pocket and pressed a button. "And I'll shoot every predator with this night howler to keep it that way."
"I believe it is now your word against yours," Judy shot back with a smirk.
"What?" Bellwether asked, dumbfounded.
"It's called a hustle, sweetheart," Judy grinned. "Ain't that right, Nick?"
Nick grinned and licked Judy's paw in agreement.
Bellwether gulped and tried to run off, but it was too late. The police had arrived and had heard what Bellwether said.
"Good job, Hopps, we'll be down in a moment," Bogo said.
"It's fine, Nick's not attacking. Look," Judy said.
The officers all looked down to see Nick grinning, wagging his tail, and Judy petting him. Some of the officers couldn't help but say "Aww" at this sight, even Bogo had trouble keeping in his smile.
"Nick, I think you'll be quite embarrassed when I tell you about this later," Judy chuckled.
So Nick and Judy were both taken to the hospital for treatment.
A few days later, Nick was back to his normal self. Judy came to visit him in the hospital and told him what happened when he turned "savage."
"Wait," Nick yelled, his eyes opening wide. "I did what?" he shouted, his face blushing red.
Thanks for reading, everyone. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Zootopia
Chapter 1: Overborrowed
"Let me get this straight, you sold items in advance and wanted to buy them back at a lower price? And, there's less than the amount you need in existence in the world, so you need to buy the same item back more than once?"
Nick gulped. "Hey, in my defense, these were supposed to be worthless! It was free money. It's been fine for the last couple of years."
Judy sighed. "What on earth made you think this was a good idea?"
"Things just went wrong this one time. I'm looking for solutions. Can't you contact Mr. Big?"
"That desperate, huh?" Judy said disbelievingly. "And I thought bankruptcy was an art, go bankrupt twenty times and end up with a million."
"Please?"
"Fine, only if you leave the room when I talk to him."
"Oh no, what horrible conditions are you going to throw in this time?"
"Either that or you're on your own."
Nick walked out of the room while Judy called Mr. Big. She spent the next few minutes explaining Nick's current situation to him.
"Oh, my child, did you know that Zootopia still allows slavery for this offense?" Mr. Big said.
"No, I did not," Judy said.
"Mine?" Judy said. "Enslaving him? Are you crazy?"
"Do you think you can manage to change the law before Nick gets hit with it? Do you want him to remain free so he can fail again?"
"But slavery… that's immoral."
"Take it or leave it. Nick will gladly accept this proposal, that much I can tell you. You would be a kinder master than a Nyan prince. He's either your slave or theirs. He's destined to be a slave regardless. Don't forget the mayor that completed the wall to keep mice out."
"Fine… but I won't make him do anything he doesn't want to."
"It's a deal then."
Nick knocked on the door after two hours passed. "Were you successful?" There was a hint of desperation in his voice.
"Sorry, Mr. Big decided not to help," Judy decided to play a game with Nick since she felt he left out some critical information when he first asked for help.
"Please try again. He's the only one I know that has enough money."
"Just discharge it through bankruptcy, what's the big deal?"
"You can't!"
"What are they going to do? Reduce your salary by two percent for the rest of your life?"
"Worse…"
"Enlighten me."
"Please don't be mad. If no one helps me, I become a slave to whoever pays my debt. There are also no legal protections for mammals who go through this. Granted, the last time this happened was a hundred years ago. He was bought by a Nyan prince, became a sex slave. Some of his limbs were even eaten." Nick's fur bristled as he detailed his possible fate.
"Give me a few days. I need some time to convince Mr. Big."
"You don't understand, if I don't come up with the money, I get bought by a Nyan prince today."
"And how long was the arrangement in place?"
"A week ago."
"And you never told me, why?"
"What I sold in advance was worthless, I never thought it would be a problem! Just help me, please."
"Have you been hiding anything else?"
"Well, there was that one time…"
Judy was furious at the end of Nick's confession. She wanted to see him suffer. Even though she already convinced Mr. Big to lend a hand, she said, "Give me a few hours then to convince Mr. Big. I should be able to do it before the end of the day."
It was an hour before the deadline when Judy approached Nick, "Here's the offer, take it or leave it. I only want to hear yes or no. You become my slave, and Mr. Big handles your problem or you get bought by a Nyan prince."
"You're not going to do anything to me, are you?"
"Wrong answer. If you don't say yes, enjoy your life in the cat kingdom."
"Yes," Nick said.
Judy didn't exercise her power over him yet. She felt it was morally wrong to enslave someone. However, it was only tomorrow that her mood changed. Nick approached her smugly once Mr. Big fixed his problem.
"Mr. Big helped me, and you have no legal power over me," Nick gloated.
"Actually, here's where you're wrong: He controls your account, and anything he does will be under your name. I've actually bought this shock collar that I was hesitating to use, but not anymore for such an ungrateful fox. You start acting as my slave or Mr. Big will make sure you owe enough money to catch the attention of the Nyan princes. Put this on or try your luck."
"I doubt he controls my account."
"Uh-huh, the thing you do better be putting the collar around your neck. My patience is at an end. Do you think that Mr. Big or I would be so foolish not to expect you to pull something? The princes are waiting."
Nick looked at her intently the next few minutes. Judy couldn't believe that Nick actually put on the collar, thus admitting his defeat. She thought he would have something else planned even though she would manage to win in the end.
"You win," Nick said. "Please don't do something horrible to me."
"Let's see. Starting from today, I want to use your tail as a pillow, and we can go from there."
"That's it?" Nick breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, not at all, that's just the start. I'm sure I'll find some creative uses for you as time goes on."
"You wouldn't be that cruel, would you?"
"Do you have a choice?"
"No, I do not." |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Zootopia
Pun-ishment
Chapter 1: Pun-ishment
I was having fun typing out a punny little drabble of Nick and Judy having a very strange conversation. This is actually based on a conversation I had with my best friend/girlfriend recently. While not verbatim, it is about 90% accurate, with a few additions thrown in.
I'm not used to sharing work this short, so I hope you have a good laugh. This isn't the start or tease of something else. Read, enjoy, and grab a strange snack. My snack today is an assortment of soda-flavored taffy. I'm particularly enjoying the Dr. Pepper one.
"You make puns sporadically throughout the day, but I wonder how long you can do it constantly," came the curious musing of a grey rabbit doe, giving her red fox partner a disconcerting glare.
Nick had been making more jokes than usual that day, subjecting Judy to a feeling of intense irritation. She was annoyed by how clever they were, and also by how terribly timed they were.
"I could tango all day, sweetheart," the fox remarked easily, examining his claws in a dramatic manner.
"Really?" Judy asked.
"Af-fur-mative," Nick replied.
"Was that one just now?" Judy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Actually, it was number two," Nick said with a grin.
"Ugh, are we really doing this now?" Judy asked, exasperated.
"When else would we do it? In the future?" Nick responded, his tone playful.
"Forget it, are you hungry?" Judy asked, trying to change the subject.
"No, I'm Nick," he said, his voice laced with amusement.
"That's not what I meant, and you know it!" Judy exclaimed.
"What's this about a mint?" Nick asked, feigning innocence.
"That's not even a pun!" Judy said, rolling her eyes.
"It's punderful! Puntacular! I can keep going," Nick said, his grin growing wider.
Judy groaned, "Please don't. There's just too much cheesy going around."
"Is that why they make them into wheels?" Nick asked, his tone genuinely curious.
"Gosh darn it!" Judy griped, hopelessly. "I can't believe you..."
"You butter believe it," Nick started, barely containing a grin and the laughter that could come with it. "When it comes to cheese, I'm the brie's knees. I'm gouda at it. I'm sharp like cheddar. Want me to keep going? Or are you a little too bleu for me to continue?"
"I hate you," the doe remarked in a deadpan tone, her eyes level and her lips in a flat line.
"Aww, I love you, too, Fluff," Nick offered in kind, giving the grumpy rabbit a peck on the cheek.
She simply grumbled and blushed.
"Can I ask you something, though?" Nick continued.
The bunny nodded reluctantly.
"Is this just becoming pun-ishing for you?" Nick asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Ugh, I give up! I'm done!" Judy exclaimed.
"Done? Were you getting baked? Oh, so you're now a carrot cake?" The fox rapid-fired the questions.
"You're going to make an innuendo about putting frosting on me now?" Judy sassed, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Nah, you're already sweet enough," Nick rebuked softly, his tone too smooth for her to not take it sincerely, causing a pervasive blush to fill her cheeks and ears.
"I feel like you've prepared for this at some point," Judy said, shaking her head.
"Almost every day, as if that weren't a-pun-dantly clear," Nick replied, his grin growing wider.
"Oh, my goodness. Cheese and rice, Slick. You're going to be the death of me," Judy said, throwing up her paws in exasperation.
"I would just give you the kiss of life," the fox mentioned, puckering his lips comically.
Shoving his snout aside, the bunny doe giggled and fired back, "No need. Your puns could wake the dead."
"...What? No retort to that? Oh, thank goodness. Finally!" Judy said, relieved.
Nick's muzzle slowly spread in a devious grin.
Judy's face fell.
"No," she said, warningly.
He laughed in a rising volume.
"So, you mean to say..." Nick started, his voice trailing off.
"Nuh-uh," Judy said, shaking her head.
"...is that my puns could have grave consequences?" Nick asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I am so done," Judy said, throwing up her paws in exasperation.
"I tell a few puns, and boom! Zombie apocalypse," Nick said, his laughter growing louder.
The infuriated doe couldn't begin to point out all the wrongs in his line of thinking, resigning to grumble and facepaw herself.
"Oh, come on! I'll dedicate my next pun to zombodie special," Nick said, still chuckling.
Nick was outright cackling at this point, only stopping to breathe or vent another stupid joke.
"At least you're safe in such an event," the bunny tried to set him up.
"...because they eat brains?" Nick interjected without missing a beat. "Yeah, I lost that looooong ago."
"I can tell!" Judy exclaimed, finally giving in to the ridiculous nature of their conversation and beginning to giggle.
"It was giving me too much pain, in the rain, so I threw it down a drain," Nick said, still grinning.
"Okay, okay! I give up, you win," the grey rabbit told him, gripping his muzzle to finally shut him up. "You can pun, or whatever that was, for a really, really long time."
Nick smirked beneath her paws, his emerald eyes settling on gazing at her own.
"I'm glad we could come to a punderstanding," he mumbled, with a growing snicker.
The rabbit doe released him, throwing her paws to the air and storming off in a huff.
"That's it! We're done here!" she complained, trying desperately to stifle the laugh that bled through her words, a smile evident on her muzzle.
The red fox tod followed her, with a silent smirk, winking at her occasional glances and causing her ears to dip down in embarrassment.
Short and sweet, just like my girlfriend. Hopefully, this read was fun while it lasted.
Until next time, it's been a hustle, Sweethearts! |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Zootopia
Sky Tram
Chapter 1: Sky Tram
Tentatively, she asked, "And two?"
"If the world's only going to see a fox as shifty and untrustworthy, there's no point in trying to be anything else." So that's why... She saw the kind of mammal he was when he had spoken up for her in front of Bogo.
When she had believed that it was all over, all that she had dreamed and worked for for so long, he had helped her. No, saved her from losing the one thing she had ever truly wanted. "Nick, you are so much more than that."
His body was angled away from her, and he wouldn't look in her direction. She moved towards him and lightly placed her paw on his arm, hoping that the simple act would show him how important he had become to her. But he made no move and only continued staring out into the misty morning's traffic, lost in thought.
Judy pressed her paw further, just slightly, to bring him out of his daze. She felt a warmth in her cheeks that came from touching him. And then he was looking at her, eyes wide and conflicted, as if there was a war brewing in his mind. Judy fought the urge to look away and pleaded, "You can trust me when I say that it's okay to be better than what everyone else sees. Because what I see is that you are more than some label. You're smart and caring and-" He moved so quickly that Judy only had time to gasp before he pulled her towards him. Instantly, she was enfolded in his arms, and the sheltered warmth she felt made her hug him back. Judy noticed the rise and fall of his chest as Nick released a slow breath, and, just like that, she was overcome with a sense of rightness. It prickled at her skin and sent thrills through her body.
Nick's chest vibrated as he murmured, "Jam cams." Her breaths moved the soft fur of the arm pressing her against him. He smelled sweet, and... wait, what? Her brows drew together, and Judy lifted her head to stare up at him. She began to ask a question, but Nick answered before she could start. "There are traffic cameras all over the canopy, so-"
Judy let go and hopped back in excitement, causing her ears to spring back up. "What happened to that Jaguar? The traffic cams would have caught it!" The intimate atmosphere had dissipated just as quickly as it had come.
"Bingo," Nick answered, grinning down at her. Judy was so elated that she could have kissed him, but she settled for a playful arm punch. "Ha! Pretty sneaky, Slick!"
Nick tapped on his chin in thought, speaking quickly. "However, if you didn't have access to the system before, I doubt Chief Bogo is going to let you into it now."
Judy stopped bouncing in place, and her ears fell. "Damn." Then her eyes widened as an idea came to her. She smiled at Nick with determination in her eyes. "But I have a friend at city hall who might."
The sun had now risen fully, making the reds and pinks of the misty sky transform into a light blue. Judy explained her relationship with Assistant Mayor Bellwether and how the sheep had saved her job before as well. Nick nodded and cracked a joke about how long it would take for her to almost get fired again. Judy responded with a slightly harder punch in the arm. Moments later, they got off the sky tram and jogged to catch the 7 o'clock train. The doors closed just as they sped in. "Looks like we got here in the... Nick of time," Judy grinned up at Nick, knowing her pun was pretty bad. She was holding onto the bar specifically made for shorter mammals and swayed every time the train jerked.
Nick sighed, shaking his head, and bent to Judy's level. "Let's leave the jokes to me, Short Stuff."
Judy watched his amused smile and wondered how she hadn't felt awkward or uncomfortable when they had hugged. She had never really experienced closeness with anyone outside her family. It felt natural, though, like breathing, to be around Nick. On an impulse, she leaned forward and kissed his nose. "Thanks for helping me with Bogo." Nick's brows rose high, and he stood to his full height again. His expression puzzled her, and when he looked around the train, Judy followed his gaze. Mammals sitting in the seats nearest to them were whispering, while others simply stared. Their show of affection had definitely woken up the inhabitants of the sleepy train. Nick shifted so that he wasn't as close and looked down at his feet as if they were some fascinating novelty. She didn't understand his response, since she knew he wasn't shy or easily embarrassed. Is it me?
Suddenly, Judy wanted to open the doors of the train and hurl herself out. Once again, she had acted without thinking, and now Nick was avoiding her gaze. "So, uh," He glanced down at her, lowering his voice. "You know it'd probably be better if that didn't happen in-"
"Yeah, I totally agree. I was just kidding around," Judy rushed the words out in an attempt to avoid further embarrassment. Nick lifted a brow, and his expression told her that he saw right through the lie. He opened his mouth to say something and then seemed to change his mind.
"Alright, Carrots," He shook his head, smiling as the two got off the train and walked towards the building. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: anime
Chapter 1
It hadn't been long since Trafalgar Law and the Straw-hat crew had begun traveling together, but Law had seen something he liked, and he was sure he was going to make it his. Roronoa Zoro, with his stern expression and his soft sleeping face, the way he'd look at him out of the corner of his eye, watching him for any signs of betrayal, sent shivers down Law's spine. He'd spend a while gazing at him, chuckling quietly when Zoro glanced over and caught his eye; the light blush made Law feel his little plan could work.
There was another of the Straw-hats who caught his eye, Nico Robin. Her body was, for want of a better word, sexy. It was the kind that your eyes had to follow, the kind that makes you think about them most of the time. However, the look in her eyes was not the same; as though she knew what was going through his mind and was saying, "I think not." A look like that did not send sudden waves of anticipation to areas of the surgeon's anatomy that were hardly used, unlike the swordsman he now watched climb into the bird's nest.
Closely watching the way Zoro's body moved as he climbed, his eyes honing in on his ass, Law waited a beat before following. As he understood it, this was also Zoro's private training room, and so, they should have no disturbances. Shouldn't have, if all went according to plan. The sound of clinking metal met his ears as he entered from the hatch. The room had weights everywhere.
Zoro stood, over a ton in each hand, with a look of distaste on his face as he realized he would not be remaining alone as he trained. Although, Law noted, there was also a slight look of relief that passed for a split second after, as Zoro muttered, "Heh, just you."
"Were you expecting someone else?" Law asked.
"A few come to mind," Zoro shuddered, then chuckled lightly, remembering the last few times someone had tried to join him while he trained. The slight smile he kept on his face made him look all the more appealing, even with the scar over his left eye. If anything, it only added to his features. "What're ya wanting anyway?" He continued to train as he spoke.
"A quiet place to think," Law said, sitting on the padded seating that framed the edge of the room, able to take in the sight of Zoro's flexing muscles as he repeated his movements. Seated so it looked more like he was gazing longingly out of the window, Law felt himself stir, his eyes following a drop of sweat as it rolled over Zoro's dark nipple. He held back a shiver of anticipation as he licked his lips, finding his leash on control loosen slightly. He didn't notice he was now openly staring at the muscular man in front of him, biting his lip and rocking slightly.
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on his interlinked fingers, hiding the now-growing bulge from sight. Law did nothing but watch and want until Zoro placed the training weights down with a hard thud, turning to see the deep lust in the other man's eyes. Zoro stopped mid-step, unsure what to do next.
The feeling was immediately read in his features, and Law took a chance to catch him off guard. Crossing the room with some speed, Law guided Zoro's lips to his, feeling him freeze at the touch. Breaking away from him, Law saw the shock, but there was no signal to say that it was disliked. Trying a different tactic, Law trailed his tongue across Zoro's sensitive lower lip, nipping it and trailing his tongue back over until he felt the swordsman return the kiss.
Zoro felt his mind slip away as Law ravished his lips; the shock was chipped away as his lips started to melt in the heat of the sultry attentions they were receiving. Without thinking, he began to return it. The clumsy way he tried to kiss him caused Law to chuckle into his lips, breaking away again. He saw Zoro's eye was half-lidded and fogged over, his cheeks flushed, and his breath noticeably ragged.
Shaking the dazed feeling from his head, Zoro pushed Law away with one hand, holding the other to his temple, as if trying to rein in his mind once more. "W-we can't," he shook his head more, as if trying to get his point across further.
"You didn't seem to mind it then," Law smirked. "In fact, I'd have to say you enjoyed it, enough to return the favor," he chided lightly, his thumb rubbing his lip as if to highlight the point of interest. Seeing Zoro glare, he knew he'd gotten Zoro back to normal.
"This and that are entirely different," Zoro growled. "We're both men! We can't! I'd be no better than that shitty love cook," despite what he was saying, he was still blushing, telling Law he wasn't fully opposed; he just needed a little... friendly persuasion.
"I could fix that," Law smirked, already forming a plan. If Zoro couldn't do it because he was a man, then he'd just have to mix things up a little bit so he wouldn't have a problem.
Chapter 2
It was simple, really; it just required a little switch, a little sleight of hand, and he'd have Zoro in the palm of his hand. Needless to say, there was a way for Zoro to become female that didn't include the help of Okama Queen Ivankov; it just meant it would no longer be Zoro in body, only in mind.
The hard part was getting Zoro and Nico Robin somewhere together and alone for him to use Shambles on them. Law knew it would be easy enough to switch them as they slept, but he had learned that Robin wasn't much of a sleeper, and they slept in separate rooms anyway. It would take a lot of thinking on Law's part for his little scheme to come to fruition. He'd try a simple method first; what would be the harm in trying?
Robin had noticed Law's slight change in character after he'd come from the bird's nest, Zoro not far behind him. It didn't take a genius to realize something had happened with the mischievous gleam in his eyes as he glanced over at her. She chose to ignore it until he began walking over to her. "Hey, Nico Robin, could I talk to you for a minute? I have some things I'd like to discuss with you and Zoro here."
Putting down the book she was reading, she nodded her head. "And where would you like to talk, Law-san?"
"Where would you say is the most quiet? This is quite important," Law said, thinking to himself, Easier than I thought.
"In that case, follow me," standing up, she led them to the female quarters, empty since Nami was in her study working on her maps. "What was it you wanted?" Robin sat and crossed her legs, raising an eyebrow as Law locked the door behind him.
"What're you planning?" Zoro wasn't feeling comfortable with how things were going. "I can fix that..." Those words didn't sit well with him; he was about to find out why.
"Just to borrow a little something from you both," Law smirked. "And that is?" Robin was worried at the unsure look on her nakama's face.
"Your body," before either had the chance to react, "Shambles." Their hearts switched; Zoro was now in Robin's body, and Robin was in Zoro's body. "What the hell!"
"Is there a reason to have done this, Law-san?" Law almost had to laugh; Zoro's body stood, arms crossed over his chest, and his hip cocked to the side, and Robin's body was currently fussing about, hands feeling about everywhere, trying to figure out what had just happened. Talk about polar opposites.
"It won't be for long, Robin-san... I just wanted to give Zoro a good time, but he had a problem with both of us being guys... I hope you don't mind I take it for a spin," Law said, smirking.
After a moment or two of thought, Robin looked to Law and then to her body, complete with Zoro's mind, before looking down at Zoro's body that she was encased in. With a rather sinister smile of her own, she answered, "Don't tire it out." She unlocked the door and went out; she had some fun of her own to have, after all. Law wasn't the only one with eyes for Zoro, and she knew it.
Now alone, Zoro glared at Law. The knowing gaze was gone with Robin; it really was all that was stopping the heat of arousal from spreading. Feeling every vibration from his shiver of anticipation, he moved forward a step, watching as Zoro crossed his arms over the large breasts that now dominated his chest, blushing wildly as he realized there was very little covering the body he currently inhabited, and thus, not much protection between him and Law.
Proven as Law crept closer, flaying a hand out over Zoro's stomach, gently trailing his arm around his curvaceous waist, pulling him closer. "There should be no problem now, Zoro," Law whispered into his ear, biting the lobe lightly, and as if to prove his point, the gasp that followed was ended with a sigh.
"I-I-ahh," Law grabbed hold of one of the sensitive mounds of flesh on his chest, rolling it, squeezing. Subconsciously wanting more, Zoro arched his back, pressing it deeper into Law's hand.
"See? You can't deny you don't like it," locking onto the exposed skin at his neck, Law began to nibble gently at the sensitive skin at its nape. Smiling into it as he felt arms coil around him, holding him in place as a slimmer body, now Nico Robin, began to grind herself against him, light gasps and moans escaping from her lips.
Zoro was no longer aware of what he was doing. Sensations clouded his mind as well as a burning spreading throughout his body he was unfamiliar with. There was something nagging at the back of Law's mind; deciding it was unimportant, he focused completely on the job at hand.
Removing his hand from the firm breast, he unzipped the little jacket that covered them. The nipples were already hard as they fell from the confines of the tight little jacket; gently nipping one between his thumb and forefinger, he took the other into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth before biting down a little harder and sucking.
Zoro felt the legs beneath him buckle; both he and Law fell to the floor. After spinning mid-fall, Law was beneath him, firm breasts pressed into his face before Zoro pushed himself up and straddled him without thinking. Law grabbed his thighs, pinning Zoro on top of him, he grinded against Zoro's damp core, a moan escaped his panting lips.
Catching Zoro's lips, Law rolled them over, pinning Zoro to the floor as he released his shaft from the ever-tightening confines of his trousers, sighing as he felt the cool air envelope it as it was freed. Using the same hand, he groped up Zoro's thigh, reaching under the skirt he was clad in until he felt the hot wetness between them.
Stroking it lightly, he felt the body of Nico Robin freeze beneath him, back arching and moaning into his lips. The heat Zoro felt caused his body to loosen; his mind was left numb. Each time Law touched his skin, it burned, and that touch tickled its way up his inner thigh.
Then Law reached the place where all the heat was spreading from. Then his mind went blank. Scorching heat turned to consuming fire, melting his conscience and causing him to burst. Coming down from his high, Zoro wanted nothing more than to feel it again. Arching into him, he waited for that burning place to be touched again.
He felt Law's tongue break through his lips as his fingers continued their stroking.
In another part of the ship, Robin had located her target. All she had to do was seduce him, and she could begin her fun... not that it would be hard; anyone could tell the woman-loving love cook wasn't all that hot for women. Robin had seen every sideways glance that Sanji gave, and almost every single one was lust. Even now, that lusty gaze was sent her way, for the body she inhabited.
Chapter 3
Sanji was in the kitchen when Zoro walked in; at a glance, he could tell there was something off. His eyes seemed softer, almost playful when the smirk was added to the equation. His stride was quieter too. Glancing again, Sanji caught something else flicker across those usually stern features. It caused his heart to skip a beat, and a heat to spread within; he dared not speak for fear his words would fail him.
Robin could barely stifle the chuckle that threatened to escape; this was going to be easier than she thought. Trying to imitate Zoro's usual voice and demeanor, she spoke, "Oi, Nosebleed-kun, gimme some beer."
Sanji turned around, annoyed, or at least trying his best to act it, nose to nose with who he thought was Zoro. "Can't you see I'm busy! Shitty Marimo!" He could sense something was off; Zoro's tone was different, the pitch was higher. However, his train of thought was broken as something caught his bottom lip.
Returning to reality, he found his lips locked with Zoro, a situation he'd never expected to happen, no matter how he'd pined for it in secret. A moment of shock passed, and then a moment of dizziness before he returned the kiss. Zoro's hand came up to cup the back of his neck, pulling him in deeper a moment before he had to resurface for air.
Pulling away, Robin was able to admire her handy work. Sanji's lips were faintly swollen from kissing, open slightly as a shaky breath was able to escape. Half-lidded eyes fogged lightly with lust stared longingly at her, well, Zoro's lips, silently pleading for more. It was only fair to let him have it.
Law was beginning to lose his cool. The writhing body beneath him arched again as it burst on another golden high, calling out his name as his lips trailed down the slim throat and further until he was able to latch his lips onto one of those scrumptious breasts. No longer able to hold himself back, he plunged.
Zoro could no longer compose coherent thought; no sounds came out of his mouth other than pants and moans. Control of Nico Robin's body was no longer possible; he felt like he was floating, and as another onslaught of heat ran from him, he screamed, thriving in the moment.
His back was still arched as something bigger than fingers slid inside, filling him, completing him. Wrapping his legs around Law's waist, he pinned him there, finding energy as he got used to the feel of something new. Instinctively, he began bucking his hips, gifting him with a moan from Law.
The man was insatiable, even if his body was not his own. Law moved in time with the bucking hips, his hands on the floor for balance as he thrust deeper into the deep, hot, wetness; the slap of flesh on flesh barely audible over their constant pants and moaning. Close to the edge, Law tried to pull out, but legs clamped tighter around him, trapping him as Zoro tortured him further to his tipping point.
Arms wrapped around him as teeth nipped his neck, his strength left him for long enough that he was flipped over, and the sinuous body of Nico Robin was straddling him, his shaft in her to the hilt, and his boiling point reached its limit. This time, it was his turn to arch his back, his body going rigid as the strongest orgasm of his life tore through him, shooting his seed into the body that rode him to oblivion.
There should have been a voice telling him something wasn't right, alarm bells ringing that there was obviously something amiss. However, all that was present was a dark, empty space, void of rational thought. He lost his mind as the lips of the man he was supposed to hate irrevocably bullied his into submission. Sanji was lost to a sea of lust that had his heart beating wildly in his ears and warmth spreading through his groin. Gripping onto Zoro's shoulders, he attempted to balance himself; failing that, he dragged them both down to the ground, a tangle of limbs that left him pinned beneath the moss-headed swordsman. At that moment, there was no place he would have rather been. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zorro
A Simple Drabble
Chapter 1: A Simple Decision
Disclaimer: I do not own Zorro, ZPI does.
"Diego?"
Diego jumped, his head lifting from her bedside.
"Victoria, you're awake."
Diego touched her pale cheek, his jaw clenched against tears.
"What's wrong? Are you alright?"
Diego laughed. "You almost died, then you ask how I am?"
"You saved me. I knew you would."
Diego kissed her palm, surprised and touched by her words.
"Zorro?"
Diego shook his head. "Zorro's gone. He won't risk your life again."
"No. You must..."
"Forget about Zorro."
"How can you say that?"
"He almost killed you!"
Victoria shook her head. "Zorro must ride."
"I don't agree."
"It's not up to you."
"Yes, it is."
Chapter 2: Stay - Legend Begins
Disclaimer: I do not own Zorro, ZPI does.
Setting: What if Victoria had been there when Diego heard about Zorro's funeral in Legend Begins?
"Stay"
"You're not going?"
Victoria closed the door behind the doctor, then shook her head as she lifted a tray of soup onto Diego's lap.
"You would miss Zorro's funeral?"
She handed Diego some tea. "I do not believe he's dead."
Diego coughed as he breathed deeply, but he was grateful for the soothing tea. "Shouldn't you be out looking for him?"
Victoria sat back on the edge of his bed. "You want me to leave?"
Diego reached out to take her hand, nearly spilling the soup. "No."
"Then my place is here."
Diego smiled and squeezed her hand. "I'm glad."
Reader: OMG, did the author just write a story without a reveal?
Voice inside Reader's head, breathless with shock: I think she did! I must leave a comment now.
Chapter 3: A Simple Review
"Victoria, what is the matter?"
Victoria sniffed and wiped her eyes. "Nothing."
Diego's hands squeezed her shoulders before he turned her around, lifting her chin. His thumb wiped away her tears.
Victoria stepped back, grabbing some pages she thrust at him. "They hate my column."
"What?"
"The people. They wrote me notes. They hate my column. My paragraphs are too long. I use fancy words, whatever that means."
Diego chuckled. "Don't be silly."
"Silly!"
Diego took a careful step back. "You write for yourself, don't you? Who cares what they think?"
Diego stopped laughing when she doused him with lemonade.
Chapter 4: Waiting
Since it's a drabble, you shouldn't be expecting much. I wrote it in like ten minutes… It wound up being 100 words right off the bat, so I had to post.
Victoria gasped as Diego's finger stroked down her cheek. She took a deep breath, then reached out to place her hand on his chest, smiling at his strong heartbeat.
The black silk shirt of her hero, with the eyes and face of her friend.
"Waiting for something?"
Diego's smile lit up the room. "I wasn't sure if you'd be mad."
She shook her head, then threw the mask he'd just removed across the room. "Zorro was about to kiss me." Victoria's hands linked around his neck.
Victoria frowned when Diego dropped his hand from her cheek.
"Sorry, but the author's busy."
Chapter 5: Caped Curse of Capistrano
Well, the Facebook group was hopping last night as we discussed Zorro and only Zorro. Here is a Zorro fic inspired by that insanity. I thought it might fit in Simple Romance… but I'm putting it here for now. Quote borrowed from The Incredibles with no evil intent in mind.
Thanks to Silvia for reading this and encouraging me to post it. Unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine, and I'm blaming the fact that I was on my way to bed when I wrote this. Read and review it now before I come to my senses and take it down in the morning.
Zorro groaned in humiliation as he flopped back against the ground. He regretted his carelessness when his arm was captured by more briar bushes, which clawed at the delicate skin beneath his shirt. He tried to move, but the briars just hugged him closer, choking him. He frowned at the new tears in the silk.
Diego had worked hard on the costume, designing it all by himself, ordering the silk special - just for Zorro. It was so comfortable and cool, and Zorro made a striking figure in the mirror. The Fox! Dressed in black to blend with the night. A cape to hide behind, to conceal his weapons on his secret mission of justice!
If the cape happened to look daring and courageous, fluttering in the wind as he and Toronado rode across the fields…
Victoria laughed again, and Diego glared at her. She had scoffed at his cape, saying it was a bad idea. "You think this is funny?"
Victoria clasped her hands behind her back. "Yes."
"Will you help me up?"
Victoria walked closer, picking up her skirt to avoid the thorny tangles that had snagged Zorro's cape and toppled the new hero from his stallion. "What's the matter?"
Diego didn't answer.
She giggled as he tried to sit up, shredding the material as he yanked at the cape that held him captive. Moments later, he gave up, threw down his gloves, and untied his cape from his shoulders so he could stand and get untangled.
"Still think the cape is dashing?"
Diego threw it at her.
Victoria ducked. "I warned you. No capes!"
Review and make my year incredible. Now go watch The Incredibles again. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zorro
Be Careful What You Wish For
Chapter 1: Be Careful What You Wish For
Be careful what you wish for.
These characters are the property of ABC Family Channel and New World Productions. For entertainment purposes only.
As Alcalde of this pueblo, I hereby find Jose Milano guilty of stealing a horse, and the sentence is death by hanging, Luis Ramon read his edict loud and clear. "You can't do that, Alcalde! He is innocent!" Victoria Escalante exclaimed. "I can and I will! Sergeant, do your duty," Ramon ordered. Mendoza reluctantly put the rope around Jose's neck, giving Jose an apologetic look and whispering, "I'm so sorry…" Just as Ramon was about to pull the lever that would send Jose to his death, a knife sliced the rope. "Zorro, I knew you would help a fellow outlaw," Ramon said through clenched teeth. "I believe a man is innocent until proven otherwise; he has the right to a fair trial, and I will see he gets one," Zorro said, his sword pointing at Ramon's neck. "Okay, trial will be tomorrow at noon," Ramon reluctantly said. Zorro turned Tornado around, saluted Victoria, and rode away. "Lancers, fire!" But, as always, Zorro was already out of reach.
Diego entered the tavern: "Ola, Father, Victoria, I've heard I missed quite a commotion this morning." "Oh, Diego, you're never there when we need you. You're always busy doing some useless experiment. If it weren't for Zorro, Jose would be hanged," Victoria said. "But I've heard he gets a trial tomorrow; I could act as his lawyer," Diego volunteered. "Yes, that's an excellent idea, my son!" Alejandro clapped his son on the shoulder, sure his son wasn't Zorro, but he could also help Jose. But Victoria wasn't so easy on him: "Sure, if there isn't any danger, then you volunteer. If it wasn't for Zorro, you wouldn't have someone to defend to begin with! Really, Diego, when do you ever do something!" Victoria's words cut a deeper wound than the sharpest blade. Victoria could see the hurt in Diego's eyes. "Well, someone had to tell him the truth," she thought. "If you'll excuse me, I have a case to prepare…" and Diego left the tavern. Felipe, who had heard the whole conversation, gave Victoria an angry look and quickly went after Diego. Why was Felipe so upset? Okay, she had said some harsh words to Diego, but it was true what she had said; Diego never stood up for the people, nobody would notice if he wasn't around.
Still upset, Victoria went to the kitchen. She didn't see the sparkles in the air: it was Angel Fernando (It's a wonderful Zorro season 2 Christmas episode). Victoria suddenly felt tired.
Victoria opened her eyes and looked around; she was back in her kitchen! Would this mean... She didn't have time to think; she ran outside the kitchen and nearly bumped into Sergeant Mendoza. "Ah, there you are! I was just coming to check how long it would take to make my plate of tamales?" "Tamales?" Victoria pronounced the word like it was some alien dish. "I thought you quit eating here." "How could I? You are a far too good cook!" Mendoza said, rubbing his stomach suggestively. She smiled; if the Sergeant was back to normal, would Diego be too? "I'm sorry, Mendoza; you'll have to wait for your tamales. I've got to find Diego!" She left a disappointed Mendoza and quickly ran to the Guardian office. She didn't knock but just burst into the tiny office; but her anxiety disappeared when she saw the handsome caballero alive and healthy, sitting behind his desk. She sighed and just said, "Oh, Diego!"
"Ola, Victoria, I'm rather busy at the moment with some, as you called it, useless pass of time, so if you excuse me," Diego said. He was still hurt by her earlier comment and couldn't forget it so easily. But he didn't anticipate Victoria's reaction. She just walked up to him and hugged him tightly and whispered, "Thank God you're all right; I couldn't live without you. I'm really sorry for the things I've said; I didn't mean them. Actually, I did at the time, but now I know that I was wrong, and I apologize. I don't blame you if you hate me forever." "Victoria, I could never hate you," Diego said. "So, you forgive me," she asked, and for the first time dared to look up into his eyes. "Yes, of course," Then she finally relaxed in his arms, but she still held him tightly. Diego didn't understand what had come over the fierce woman he so loved; she seemed so helpless. "Hmm, Victoria, you do have to let go of me so I can finish preparing Jose's trial." She had almost forgotten about the trial. "Of course, Diego, I will leave you to do your work," and she reluctantly let go of her friend.
The next morning, the citizens of Los Angeles were celebrating; no, Zorro hadn't paid a visit, but thanks to Diego, Jose was found innocent and therefore was once again a free man. Victoria threw a big party at her tavern for the pueblo's best friend: Diego!
The End
P.S. I know that in the alternate world where Diego's dead, Zorro wouldn't exist either. But since it's from Victoria's point of view, and she considers Diego and Zorro as two different people, I thought Zorro should be alive. For the people who find this wrong, you can always say that the Zorro in the alternate universe is Felipe; he could have taken his mentor's place and continue to keep the legend alive. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zorro
Never Again
Chapter 1: Never Again
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" a young man thought, as he made his way to the only place he could think of to set his plan into motion. "I must go back quickly, no time to lose!" Thoughts of the last happenings repeated on his retina over and over again as he crossed the rough countryside. He still couldn't comprehend what had happened. But it did. It really did.
On a sunny day, Zorro had to ride out. A poor farmer was about to be tortured by the alcalde as the man wasn't able to pay another tax. This wasn't the first time. As predicted, Zorro rode out. It appeared Zorro wasn't the only one who rode to the pueblo, as if the devil had been chasing him. Felipe had mounted his pinto to go after Zorro, because he didn't want to miss a thing. Besides, he also wanted to give some backup if necessary. He wasn't the small boy anymore who only had to stay where he was and wait for Zorro's return or, when he was at the crime scene, just had to sit by and watch.
Arrived at the plaza, Felipe noticed a fight was still going on. By the looks of some soldiers and the number that was still fighting, Zorro had the upper hand. After the town's hero had beaten them all, Zorro turned to the alcalde. The officer had just recovered from an earlier blow to the head and stood up, ready to pay back. "Zorro," the alcalde responded at the adversary's grim looks, "I am really through with you!" "Why don't you govern justly?" Zorro only responded, a bit annoyed. He was sick of the alcalde's ways to capture him, as much as the alcalde wanted to get rid of him as well. "Mind your own business," the alcalde shot back. "The welfare of these good people is my business," Zorro retorted.
Zorro counterattacked the blow the alcalde gave him. The alcalde was pushed aside, but decided against giving up and ran like a bull to the red flag to attack the masked man again. "Poor people," the alcalde snarled, "poor people!" He attacked again, his vision getting redder by the minute, and got more aggressive. He needed to cut this thorn in his side into a thousand pieces. He promised it to the king, he promised it to Machiavelli, and he even promised it to his dead mother. This one should be it! He will be mine!
Ignacio DeSoto weighed his options and tried the left side of his adversary to disarm him. He knew that was the weakest part of the man, as he had already injured him during the fight. Zorro kept his head cool, but he was getting tired. Long days, long nights, because of hard work at the hacienda and the patrols at night. In a very unpredictable sway of his sword, he was able to unarm the officer and quickly stepped forward to point his sword at the alcalde's throat. "Now release farmer Gonzales and leave him alone. He has already paid your miserable taxes." "Alright," DeSoto choked on his words, because he feared the sword would hurt him by speaking.
Zorro nodded approvingly as one of the soldiers got on his feet and set the farmer free. The farmer immediately ran away to his family, who had tears in their eyes. Their relief lingered over the plaza. Out of the corner of his eyes, Zorro noticed the farmer embracing his family. He felt some satisfaction flowing over him. That was exactly the reason why he put his life in danger over and over again and put his life on hold. "Govern justly, alcalde," Zorro remarked again and was about to mount Toronado, when suddenly Private Sanchez stormed at Zorro. "Zorro, behind you!" Victoria's warning rang in everybody's ears. Three seconds later, the only sound came from the clashing of swords in a tough battle.
Some other soldiers had joined the fight again, having found their guts after they saw their comrade attack one of the world's best swordsmen. Zorro parried, lunged, jumped, and rolled blades as he retreated and attacked again. Zorro was known for having a good condition, and the spectators expected him to win the battle quickly again. Felipe had been among one of those spectators and followed every move from Zorro and his opponents intently, as if he had been in the fight, standing in Zorro's boots. He had held his breath. The battle was way too exciting. The air was thick with tension.
Some people shouted encouraging words to give the hero strength to win the battle. Others were calling names to the soldiers to distract them. The sound of swords clashing against each other continued echoing on the plaza and sometimes got interrupted by a bump against other street furniture and shouting of the fighting men. Out of the blue, there was that fatal blow. The young man watched in horror as Zorro's sword was sent flying through the air. Somehow Zorro had made a mistake, or it was just the soldier's luck. Felipe couldn't really tell.
Fortunately, Zorro got out of the way in time and received another sword from a caballero, who was standing nearby. After two parries, the sword broke into two pieces. Zorro was surrounded and couldn't find a way to get out of it this time. Dumbfounded, the crowd just stood and watched. They couldn't believe having seen Zorro being unarmed twice in only ten seconds. "Ah, Zorro, I will have you in the end." With a hyena laugh, the alcalde approached and ordered the soldiers to tie him up. "Lancers, keep him here and guard him with your lives," the alcalde said sternly, "this time he won't escape me."
"Sergeant," DeSoto yelled as he was looking for his sergeant, and when the man suddenly stood in front of him, he ordered, "prepare the gallows! Zorro will hang within an hour." "But, mi alcalde," Mendoza started to protest. "No buts, Mendoza," DeSoto shouted, "do as I say and keep the mob quiet." "Si, mi alcalde," Mendoza squeaked and commanded the soldiers to start building the hangman. He felt awful about doing so, but he knew the alcalde would hurt him real bad, even hang him instead, if he refused.
Felipe's mind raced. He had to do something, or else he lost his mentor, friend, and father. With large eyes, he tried to get eye contact with Zorro, but the town's hero, the prisoner this time, seemed to be focusing on something else but him. Toronado had left the plaza in all chaos. So, he couldn't get in harm's way now, but the smart black animal may come to Zorro's rescue when the master whistled for him. "Why didn't you whistle for Toronado?" Felipe quietly wondered. "Why don't you call for him now?"
The alcalde walked back to his office without looking back. Still, Felipe suspected that the alcalde would probably go after the horse sooner or later. The horse had been a thorn in his eyes as well. Therefore, it would be better for Felipe to find the horse before the alcalde did. "Action!" Indeed, he needed to take action, and this instant moment. He didn't have a moment to lose. Think, just think! He ordered his brain to work fast. Maybe he could think of a plan to rescue Zorro, in which he could use Toronado's help. He really should come up with a plan.
Observing his surroundings, Felipe thought deeply and realized Zorro's life could depend on his plan to save him. It could mean also the hero's death, but could as much kill him too. Knowing both possible outcomes, weighted heavy on his shoulders and made him understand Diego's burden even better. Seeing no other option, Felipe could do nothing but sneak out to the Guardian, where Diego had kept some of Zorro's clothes. About five minutes later, Zorro's twin came out of the office of the Guardian and climbed the roof. Only if you could have a very close look, could you see that the clothes were too big for him, but with some adjustments, the alcalde and the soldiers could certainly be fooled.
Crawling over the roofs, Zorro's twin went to the place behind the blacksmith, where he hoped he would find Toronado. Without being seen, he jumped off the roof at the backside of the blacksmith. To his relief, he found the big stallion just around the corner, waiting nervously for his master's commands. In the meantime, Zorro was brought to the scaffold. A soldier had walked to the alcalde's office and returned with the alcalde on his heels. The alcalde had some difficulty in climbing the stairs and faced Zorro with an odd expression when he stood in front of his captive.
The masked man stared hard back, not showing any fear. The look in the masked man's eyes displeased him severely. "You will regret this, alcalde," Zorro broke the silence to buy some time. "Zorro!" Someone in the crowd yelled. "Yes, here he is!" the alcalde said, sounding pretty drunk, as he pointed toward his enemy on the scaffold. "And soon he will be a dead man." Zorro's eyebrow lifted at the alcalde's appearance. Zorro couldn't believe his eyes. He was sure the officer had had too much wine and wondered how much the man really had drunk in the short time he had sat in his office.
Interrupting Zorro's thoughts, Mendoza whined, "Alcalde, don't do it." How he hated to hang the town's hero. "Zorro!" a few more people cheered and made way for Toronado, who was on his way to the scaffold with a black-masked rider on his back. The man really looked like Zorro. The second Zorro fought every lancer who tried to stop him and came closer to the scaffold. The alcalde was too slow to react and was aware of Zorro's twin, when the black man had arrived at the gallows. When Toronado was close enough, his rider kicked the alcalde, who had just turned away from his prisoner.
The alcalde fell backward at the blow. The action had a side reaction on the scaffold. Zorro fell and was about to break his neck if it wasn't for Zorro's twin to save him. Just in time, Zorro's twin threw his knife through the air to cut the rope before Zorro would hang. Zorro fell on the ground with a thud. Zorro's twin immediately jumped off Toronado to help Zorro back on his feet. Suddenly, a woman stepped out of the crowd, blocking his way. Before he knew what happened, the woman kissed him passionately on his mouth. "I knew you would come and rescue this imposter," the young woman, with blond hair, passionately said. "Come to my room tonight."
Zorro's twin was astounded by the invitation and agreed, automatically, "Si." Before he realized to what he had agreed, the beautiful young señorita had disappeared in the crowd. The crowd was fighting some soldiers to help Zorro's twin save Zorro. Zorro's twin turned to Zorro, helped him onto Toronado's back, and urged the stallion to go home. After only five steps, the world stood still again. An ear-deafening shot filled the air again. Zorro fell off Toronado's back. Zorro's twin jumped down as well. He immediately took Zorro in his arms and noticed the blood wetting Zorro's shirt all over.
He didn't want to know it, but he had to face the facts. He needed to act quickly now. When he wanted to pick up Zorro again, he was stopped unforeseen. Zorro had grabbed his arm weakly, but the gesture was forceful enough to get Zorro's twin paying attention to him. With a small voice, Zorro said, "You have been brave, Felipe. Work on your speech and take over. You can do it. I know you can. Do it for the people. Now go." Felipe felt his mask getting wet. He didn't know whether it was the moist Zorro's face got vague or it was for real. Zorro's features seemed to become less detailed while he kept watching.
Inside, he felt like crying out loud to keep the masked hero from disappearing. He swallowed hard, but his throat was tight. Meanwhile, Felipe shook vehemently his head, as he wasn't going anywhere. He pointed at Zorro and signed that he was going to take him home. "No, it's too late," Felipe protested and repeated his statement with firmer hand gestures. "No, I can't. You must go. Go now," Zorro urged him to go, sounding very weak. Felipe kept refusing to leave him and still wanted to take him to safety and argued that Zorro still had a chance.
Knowing time was wearing thin, Zorro took Felipe by his throat to make the boy listen. "There is no time, go. Save yourself. You want to be a hero? Here is your chance! Go! Why else did I raise you the way I did?" Felipe was astonished and insulted at the same time by Zorro's harsh words. How could he say that? Out of the blue, the alcalde showed up, towering over them. "Ah, now I have finally got you!" With his new sabre, the mad man stood ready to kill him too.
Felipe knew he was at a disadvantage. He was still sitting on the ground with Zorro on his lap. Realization struck in. He was sure he was about to die as well, but he would do everything in his power to postpone it, if he could help it. It seemed everything went in slow motion. The sword got down. His own hands came up in defense. Felipe received the blow as he blocked the alcalde's arm with his two hands. Still, the sword was able to come closer, as the alcalde's wrist was free to bend.
Felipe quickly sat up straighter. His heart was racing, and his breathing was as rapid, while he gasped for air. With two hands, he kept hold on a very muscular arm, while he heard his name being said over and over again. "Felipe," someone shook his shoulder pretty harsh, "Felipe, are you alright?" Diego sounded very concerned. "Did you have this dream again?" Felipe was still unfocused, staring at the arm he tried to push away from him, but shook his head after the words had sunk in.
When his vision returned, he looked up into a pair of blue eyes radiating implicit love. Suddenly, he started crying real hard and grabbed Diego for a hug, seeking consolation. The adrenaline was still running through his veins, and fear, he had held back in his dream, vehemently broke free. He felt ashamed for crying, but he couldn't stay strong anymore. There was no need for it anymore, as Diego was there, holding him, taking care after him, and scaring off all demons like he had when he was a little boy.
"Hush now," Diego soothed, "it was just a dream. I am here, you are safe." That is right. He was home. And they both were safe at home.
The next day, Diego and Felipe were visiting the taverna for a late lunch. Victoria was polishing her glasses while her last customers finished their lunch before siesta. After they had just finished their meal, Diego decided to have a short conversation with her and left their table, leaving Felipe alone with his drink. Felipe was just watching his surroundings, when he felt someone was requiring his attention. When he looked at his left side, he noticed a beautiful blond young woman standing next to him.
She bent over to make sure he would be able to read his lips before she spoke to him. "I knew you would come and rescue Dominic from those bullies, yesterday. I think they will think twice to tease a six-year-old boy again," the young woman slowly said. Felipe blushed slightly at her praise, but got silent when she continued. "You truly are a hero. You were the only one who could do it. I knew it." She looked around the taverna before...
She continued in a whisper, "Come to the church tonight." The shivers ran down his spine, but before Felipe was able to respond, she had already walked out of the taverna. The end. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zorro
The Letter Answered
Chapter 1: The Letter Answered
The Letter Answered
Disclaimer: This story was written solely for the enjoyment of other Zorro fans and is not intended to infringe on any copyrights held by Goodman/Rosen Productions, New World Television, Zorro Productions, the estate of Johnston McCulley, or anyone else.
He took the letter and went to the library, where Diego was reading. "Diego, I'm sorry, I thought this letter was for me, that's why I opened it. Can you please explain this to me, Diego? What is this all about?"
Diego took the letter from his father's hands and read it carefully. After he finished, he sighed, knowing he couldn't get out of this without a good explanation. Of all the letters his father had to read, this one was the most problematic.
"Diego, please tell me that this letter is not true. There must be some mistake."
"I'm sorry, Father, you had to find out this way. I wanted to tell you for some time, but I wanted to protect you."
"Tell me what, Diego? That you are secretly engaged, when there is nothing I want more than seeing you happily married? And why did you disinherit yourself? I always thought you were proud to be a De la Vega. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Why, Diego? Why don't you trust me? Am I such a bad father that I have lost the trust of my only son?" Alejandro sounded desperate. "Is there something wrong with you that you haven't told me? Are you sick, and that's why there's a need for a will?"
"No, Father, I'm not sick. What I wanted to tell you is that I'm Zorro."
"You are Zorro?" Alejandro was speechless. "But you don't know how to handle a sword."
"Believe me, Father, I know how to handle a sword. The sword I use when I'm fighting as Zorro belonged to Sir Edmund. He gave it to me after I defeated him in one of our lessons."
"You defeated Sir Edmund? He was the best swordsman in Europe, and no one was ever able to beat him. There was an outstanding wager that he would give his championship sword to anyone who could do so. I thought he had kept his sword until his death. But you won it from him. No wonder Zorro fights so well."
"But why didn't you ever tell me, Diego? Why didn't you trust me?"
"Any accomplice of mine would surely be hanged beside me if my identity is ever discovered. As long as you didn't know, you were safe."
"What about Victoria? You asked her to marry you? Did you tell her?"
"No, she doesn't know either, for the same reasons."
"She agreed to marry you without knowing your name?"
"Yes, she is a remarkable woman, and I'd do anything to protect her, even if it means that I have to put my life on hold."
Alejandro sat in his chair and stared at his son, unable to grasp what he had just discovered. Now that the information slowly sank in, he recognized the change in his son. It was not only what he said, but how he said it.
The man in front of him had a different attitude than the Diego he knew. He sat more upright, with his shoulders straight, and had the bearing of a self-confident man. Also, his voice sounded deeper and more distinguished. Now that he saw the differences, he could believe it. He had spoken to Zorro many times before, and he recognized him in the man who was sitting in front of him.
"I'm sorry, son, please forgive me for all I said to you. I treated you so badly and showed my disappointment in you, and at the same time, you saved my life again and again, and you never said a word."
"It's all right, Father. There is nothing to forgive. I only let you see what I wanted to show you, and the Diego you know is as much a part of my masquerade as the black mask I wear as Zorro."
When Alejandro stared at him uncomprehendingly, Diego began to laugh.
"I didn't really change that much in the four years I spent in Madrid. I do hate injustice and inactivity as much as you do, but I couldn't be suspected of being Zorro. That's why I invented peace-loving Diego."
"Do you say that the Diego I've talked to these last years is only an act? How could you do this for such a long time, and who is the real you?"
"I do love science and reading books, but that is the only thing that is true about the Diego you know. The real you have met only under the mask of Zorro."
The revelations astonished Alejandro more and more. He had never suspected the depth of the deception that had taken place under his very nose. The more Diego told him, the prouder he got of his son. He thought he was through with surprises, but he learned differently when Diego got up and pulled a secret lever at the mantelpiece.
He looked in wonder at the secret entrance that opened up and followed Diego into his secret cave. He learned of a world and of a man who had been hidden from him for so many years. Looking at the many unknown items stored in the cave, he couldn't stop asking, and for once, Alejandro was grateful for the patience Diego displayed while answering his questions.
When the day got late, both were nearly hoarse from talking, laughing, and exchanging ideas. Alejandro thought that he had never talked that much in one day, and he was finally at ease with the world, having found a man who shared his way of thinking and who was also his only son. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: tv
Zorro
Victoria's Thoughts
Chapter 1: Victoria's Thoughts
This is the companion piece to "Diego's Thoughts". I don't know if it is as good as the first one, as it got away from me at times. Diego is more complicated, and a good actor. This is just an experiment, and any thoughts and ideas for editing will be taken very seriously.
Thanks to KlingonKitten for the last line. It was very cool, and sorry I took so long.
Victoria's Thoughts
I see him sometimes, my friend the caballero, the handsome Don Diego de la Vega, talking to his friends at the tavern. Sometimes he talks to me over the counter, happy in our friendship. Sometimes he is alone, and waiting – I am not sure what he waits for. Sometimes he seems so distant, and I know he is thinking of "her". He seems to stare at me occasionally, but I realize he is staring into space; I am just in the way. His eyes are filled with such longing, such despair, that I worry for him. And then the moment is past, before I can think of what to say to him. It seems to be my imagination, so I let the moment slip.
The woman who has won Diego's heart is a nameless mystery. She doesn't know, and he won't tell her of his love, as she loves someone else. My heart aches for his despair sometimes. Life can be hard. He needs to toughen his heart and move on, but he is too gentle for that.
He is a wonderful, patient, and kind man, and, after all, a man of poetry and art and music has some sort of appeal. His knowledge is an asset to the territory, as he helps people every now and then. People mention his kindness the rare times he isn't in the tavern, and I grow surprised at their devotion to the wealthy scholar. Some of their lives have changed so much for the better, that I am proud of my friend. The man of knowledge can help others, only in different ways to the man of action.
I wipe the counters and sometimes I glance at him. Talking to the sergeant, he seems so animated, so intense. He is always encouraging more talk, more details, and sometimes I think he buys drinks to keep him talking, but then I shake my head. Diego is just taking a break from his books, and enjoying a strange friendship that no one could have expected.
Diego normally leaves towards luncheon, as he is needed by his father or some such thing, and the tavern changes. Somehow I always seem to get more work done when Diego isn't in the tavern. Strangers drift in and out all day long, sometimes trouble comes with them. Sometimes the masked man I love follows quickly after, and the trouble is wiped away as though it was never there. He leaves with a two-fingered wave or a kiss on the hand, and disappears into mystery.
At night, I wait up. I leave the dishes until my eyes droop and I can no longer keep them open. He could come. There is no way of predicting if Zorro will come to call – that masked man of my heart.
Sometimes he whisks me into his arms immediately if I am the air he needs to breathe. Sometimes he sits and watches me for a few moments, silently, until I turn and there he is, his arms open for me to run into and to be held. I wonder why the differences, but not for long, as he normally sweeps me up and embraces me, and my wonderings are lost in the magic of his kiss. My body responds to him in ways that terrify and encourage me at the same time. His kiss is like something from a fairy tale, not quite real, and in some ways, too real. I would go wherever he led, without fear, even if it meant death or disgrace. Mindlessly, caught up in his passionate embrace. It is only his willpower that saves us both, which relieves and disappoints me at the same time.
Who knows if he will ever reveal his true self to me? He lives in the fear that I will not be able to love the man behind the mask. Anything I say does not change this fear. Who knows if we will ever be together? Peace seems as unlikely as it ever has, and we are not getting any younger. Time is slipping faster through our fingers, like sand, but we live only for today, for the next embrace, for the next wave of his fingers.
I tell Diego some of my feelings, but the secret ones, I don't. My engagement to Zorro and the ring he gave me are so special, so private that I will never tell anyone, even Diego.
Diego doesn't tell me to stop dreaming, to grow up and think of reality, and that is why I tell him. He listens and doesn't interrupt, and that is one thing I need and that I can rely on from Diego. He is better than a brother; he never judges. Any other man, including my brothers, would tell me that Zorro is wasting my time, that I need a real man, but not Diego. His ears listen to my stories; he nods and appreciates the fact that Zorro is my heart. Diego offers advice; he soothes my fears.
With Diego, I can be my authentic self, vulnerable and trusting, knowing that I am safe. I can tell him everything. With Zorro, I am not so safe; we love each other so much that we live for each other, but the passions he arouses are dangerous. There is no need for talk. It is like we know each other too well to dwell on words.
Could it be that I recognize the man? No, impossible! |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: cartoons
Chapter 1
He was looking at me, the quirky, foolish, but witty boy I had three classes with. I could see him in the corner of my amber eyes when I glanced in his direction. I was holding a pole with both hands by the rear door of the crowded bus. He was holding the same pole, his slim hand an inch below mine. His feet were spread apart to keep his balance. My feet, clad in red high-top sneakers, were close together, trying not to take up too much room.
Someone passed behind him, and he inched towards me to give them room. I curled up a little and glanced at his Kolca Swallow Belcro white-red-blue shoes and his light blue jeans. The person behind him moved away, but he didn't move back.
I bit my lip and glanced up at his gentle, round face for only a second. He smiled when I had glanced at him, the arrow beige beanie making him stand out. His face was close to my red-black jacket-covered shoulders; he must be staring at it. I was wearing a spliced denim trucker jacket with a hoodie. Or was he staring at my messy black hair?
More people got on the bus, and everyone had to squish together. I sighed and adjusted myself, wanting to forget about the crap I'd dealt with today. It was then that I felt it. I glanced down quickly, but his jeans were blue, so I couldn't really see. I gulped and stared at the other school kids nearby, jamming to their iPhones or staring at their phones.
The bus suddenly rocked, and he touched me! His hands were on my baggy black jeans for just a second. He apologized quietly, but his hand had touched the skin of my crotch before letting go. I mumbled something, not looking him in the eye.
I felt it again; it was poking under his pants. I inched even closer to my pole while clearing my throat. It pushed against my behind, and I gasped, holding my breath. Shit! It rubbed up and down on my right butt cheek. I didn't notice his hand on the pole sliding down until it was right atop mine, our skins touching, his pinkie finger feeling my knuckles.
His other hand came back, right on my hip, fingers on my pants, thumb on my skin. His slim body came closer to mine, and then he leaned his erection against my squirming body. Oh Agni! I suddenly gasped again. One of the kids, a 16-year-old brown-skinned blue-eyed girl wearing a blue sweater and jeans, with a beautiful face and long brown hair in a ponytail, looked up at me for a second. I closed my eyes and exhaled.
Not long after, I found myself pushing back! Yeah... I rolled my hips, slowly feeling the tip, sweat rolling down my neck. I opened my eyes and looked back at him coquettishly. He looked at me kind of shamefully and gave a nervous smile.
That naughty hand then boldly slid over my thigh, right down to my crotch. Fuck! I jumped and gasped, and he dropped his hand. Three people looked back to see what was wrong: a boy my age, popular-looking with a confident smirk, brown skin, and fine features dressed in black; a 13-year-old girl wearing punk-style clothes and eye shadow; and a silent boy with jet black hair, dressed in a suit and tie, his hair tied in a top knot. I cleared my throat, and they turned back around.
I sighed and looked at his sneakers again. The cock came back, prodding at my ass, rubbing itself on me relentlessly. I could hear him breathing a little harder behind me. His face was lowered, really staring at my wide shoulders.
On the pole, I put up my thumb, and he put his fingers around it. I dropped my other hand and reached behind me. He moved so that my hand could find his crotch. Slowly, I gave his little tentpole a squeeze between two fingers. He exhaled, and his cheeks went red. I smiled, took a handful of his crotch, and gave his whole package a gentle squeeze. The dark-haired kid gasped under his breath.
I massaged it, played with the button, and popped it open. He quietly cursed. I slipped a hand inside his pants, and the boy gasped again. I could feel his cock even more now through the boxers. I dug around, found a little opening, and explored with my fingers. I felt the hot skin of his cock.
Nervous, he was looking around in case anyone saw it. I coaxed his cock out of the boxer's fly. I wrapped my fingers around it and jerked it, feeling it get harder and hotter and longer in my hand. Ooh Agni, I wanted to get down, turn around, and suck this thing!
Unfortunately, we reached the first stop. Everyone started getting up, and the kid tucked his dick back in his pants. I pushed my body into his crotch to hide his erection. He put his hands on my hip and stood close, and we stayed like that, not saying anything.
The others moved around us, some giving us curious looks, as they filed out of the bus. The bus was now mostly empty, and he grabbed my hand and pulled on it. He led me to a pair of seats in the back, sat by the window, and pulled me in to sit next to him. The boy put his arm around me and started stroking his cock, looking at me with pleading eyes.
I curled up under his arm and laughed at him, watching him suffer for a moment, before taking his cock out into my hands again. I looked around the bus to make sure nobody was looking, then bent over, guided by his hand behind my head, and took his cock into my mouth.
He couldn't sit still! He had to thrust his body up while pressing my head down, like I was some personal sex doll. My quiet grimacing noise only seemed to spur him on. He stroked, then gripped my hair and resumed face-fucking me.
I pulled my face away while he burst cum all over his orange hoodie. He was panting, and I was coughing a little. I reached over his head and jerked the rope to ring the bell for the next stop.
As I moved my hand away, I touched his face and stared at his innocent mouth. I put my hand back on his wet, retreating cock and came close to kissing him. He opened his mouth slightly to kiss. Instead, I scooped his cum and jabbed my cum-laden finger into his mouth.
He looked at me, confused, with huge, adorable grey eyes. I kissed his right cheek, then scurried up the aisle to the front door. I gave the bus driver an icy look and exited to reach my uncle's house; I could use some of his tea for a change. I would really need to get that kid's number after class later. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: cartoons
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. I write the characters according to my own views about them. In addition, I write them how I think they will react in the situations I place them in. So, please refrain from leaving reviews stating they are OOC, since each person interprets such things differently.
Zuko's Fruition
His beauty is so magnificent that I shake myself out of the daze I have fallen into, but it's so hard. My father is the most gorgeous man I have ever had the benefit of gazing upon. I decide to quickly take in the room instead, anything to keep me focused on "my" task, a self-appointed one, made out of pure guilt. The room is quite plain, with candelabras hanging around the stone block walls. It is a vast room, which just shows the distance between me and my father starkly.
Turning my head quickly to the other side was not a good idea. All it takes is to glance into those flaming brown eyes, and once again, I am caught. It's much worse now, though, as he is allowing his power to flow freely from him, wrapping around me and igniting my arousal for him more. I bite back whimper upon whimper as I see his tall frame rise from the large stone throne and begin to walk down the bright red carpet. His arrogance shows itself as a cold smirk in my direction, but it does not freeze me; it just makes me desire him more.
Scathingly cursing myself, I pull myself viciously from his mental grasp as his form slowly gets within close range of me. I steady my swords and tighten my fight stance, my heart weeping at this. The last thing I want is to fight my father. I could not do so before, and if I do it now, we both will perish together. My eyes go half-mast at these thoughts; I would be grateful to die in my father's arms.
"What are you trying to do now, boy?" he asks.
A groan does its best to escape me; his voice is so silky. What causes tears to come to me is how dismissive and cold he speaks to me. Why can't I get a little warmth from you, Father? Your son needs it so badly; love me, Papa, please! I refuse to cry, though tears threaten to expose me, looking into his face almost disintegrates my little composure. Why does he look at me like I am nothing?
"You are wrong for what you are doing, Father," I say. "This whole war should have been stopped a long time ago. There is a better way; cruelty and conquering is not that way."
What about us, Papa? Why can't it just be you and me? I only love and want to be around you. The world, this kingdom, and the Avatar can all go to hell for all I care! Now you are doing the one thing that actually makes me want to run you through! I hate it when you cover your indifference of me with mocking anger.
"So, you think you know better than me, boy?" he asks.
You amaze me sometimes, Father, with your lack of control over your features. That smug smile, which usually causes my cock to jump, is doing nothing more than pissing me off! Taking me seriously is one thing that seems to elude you. That will change today, Father. You will take me seriously, because today... I will tell my truth. Just thinking of telling that causes shudders of fear to run up and down my body. I have to do this! I can't live a lie any longer, and I want you, one way or another. If the only way for me to be in your arms just once is to kill you, then so be it. I will take my own life as well; there is no point in me living without you.
"I know the truth about our family, Father," I say. "I know who Mother's father was and what that makes me."
Frankly, I hate that I know, just something else to tear me apart inside. Something else to take me away from my true goal: being with my father. Why can't we just run away, Papa? Find another place to be together, but that's the problem; you don't want me. That's okay, because you will either pretend or I will take your life!
He walks even closer into my personal space; I can actually breathe his scent now, the aroma making me dizzy with longing. Oh, how I want to be engulfed by that intoxicating smell!
"You know you can't beat me," he opens his arms wide, taunting me. "You are welcome to try, boy."
Boy, not Zuko or son, but boy, is that all I am? I am trying to keep my facial features under control, but the pain of his lack of care for me feels like I am being slashed into a million pieces. Will my truth even matter to him? I stop myself from running my hand through my pestering brown hair. It's so unruly, like my desire for Father; I love it, but feel despair when it does not obey me.
"You know, Father, being cruel to someone that only wants to love you is very rude!" I exclaim.
I am tired of this! Damn him! He will acknowledge me or at least hear me, hear my heart. He looks at me with a look I have not ever witnessed before on him. Taking a step back, he immediately turns around, refusing to look at me.
"Love is not something that should have conditions, Zuko, but it does," he says. "Your love for me is one of the reasons I made you leave, hoping it would pass."
I am on the floor, not even caring how I got there. He knew! The evil, sadistic, cruel bastard knew and allowed me to suffer from not knowing if he even felt anything!
"Maybe if you would have been honest enough to tell me you felt nothing for me, I would have ended this craving for you long ago," I say, my rage and feelings of betrayal evident in my eyes.
I know he cares little for me, but to be so cruel... He has moved to my side and is wiping my cheeks with his hands. I did not even know I was crying.
"Who said I didn't?" he asks, his voice softer now.
"My love for you was driving me insane! I hated and was jealous of all the time you spent with your mother."
I am speechless; I did not expect him to feel anything at all for me. Now, to know he had it just as bad, causes rivers of love and uncertainty to glide and crash through me. I take his hands in mine and try to resist the desire to kiss them reverently.
"If I had known, Papa," I notice he shivers at the last word I speak. "I would have given all of me to you gladly."
Reaching with his face, he glides his lips across mine, the fire ignites within me. I must be his now!
"Take me, Papa, just once show me you love me," tears stream faster down my face. "I need it so badly; I need to feel your love."
He looks at me in the eye, with an expression that frightens me. "It will only be once, Zuko; it will never happen again in this lifetime."
Those words strike daggers in my heart, but I am willing to have a momentous memory rather than these pitiful longings. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer.
"Love me now, Papa; we will worry about the rest later," I say heatedly against his lips. He takes my lips passionately, forcing his tongue into my mouth, striking his across all my sensitive areas. I never realized just how erotic a mouth was until this very moment. I moan softly as I feel my body responding to his dominance over me.
He takes his mouth away from mine, grabs my hair, and forces my head to the left. My neck is thoroughly exposed to his heated eyes; he attacks it without mercy. I cry out in painful pleasure as my once unblemished neck becomes covered with passionate bites.
"I want you so badly, Zuko; you are finally going to be mine," he shoves me fully onto the floor. Hovering above me in all his glory, he asks me if I have allowed myself to be touched.
"Only kisses from some girls, Papa," I thrust myself upwards, wanting to feel his hard body. "But you were the only one I was kissing in my mind."
He smiles cockily at me, and my cock jumps and jerks. The power he holds over my body scares me, yet makes me so aroused at the same time. He begins to take off my shirt, and I stop him.
"Papa, we don't have to be unclothed," I say shyly. "I just want to feel you."
He chuckles and takes my shirt off anyway, tossing it onto the floor. "The only one who will be unclothed, my son, is you," he licks my dark nipple roughly. "Your body has always pleased me, and I have dreamed of it often."
I moan loudly at his words; to me, this makes our encounter even more arousing. Plus, knowing he loves my body causes an almost painful tightening of my groin.
"Stand up and take your pants off," he stops me midway. "Take them off slowly, tease me, Zuko."
No sexual enticing words have ever been spoken. My father is truly a god; he has always been one to me, and now it is cemented. I grab the top of my pants again and spread my legs. Pulling them down slowly, I lightly gyrate my small hips. I lick my tongue out at him as I pull them down as far as I can with my legs spread. I slide one leg back into play and slowly lift it up. The pants leg slithers down as my leg makes its way to freedom.
"Oh, Zuko," my father says lustfully, as he gazes at my leg, now standing straight up in the air. "I am pleased you have kept your flexibility training in mind."
I toss the other pants leg off the other leg and fall to my knees before him. "Are you still pleased, Father?" I touch my cock and whimper; it is so hard, I want Father to make me cum so bad.
"Come to me, my son," he parts his robes, giving me a view of heaven. His muscled bronze legs are slightly apart, flexing from the beautiful need between his legs. I crawl on hands and knees up to him. Grabbing the long, well-shaped dick, I rub my lips softly across the swollen purple head. His mewl and light thrust of his hips encourage me to engorge myself on the half-covered acorn-shaped tip.
As soon as the treat is in my mouth, I actually feel it flair. My father's hands grab my head, and his moans become louder. "Please your Papa, Zuko; show me what a good boy you are." He thrusts his hips, trying to get more into my wet orifice. I back away; he looks so hurt, I feel a little guilty.
"I want to taste the other part that helped make me too," I purr at him seductively. Taking my head downward, I push my nose into his ball sac and breathe deeply. The clean, musky smell of his enormous balls has clear fluid dribbling faster down my own cock.
"Just open your lips, son; let me fill that beautiful mouth," he says.
God! If he keeps talking like that, I am going to cum on that sexy baritone alone! Leaning back a little, I open my mouth as wide as I can. He comes to stand directly above me and takes my head, guiding it to his balls.
"Suck gently now; they are big, but delicate; treat them like porcelain, my son," he instructs.
He eases them slowly into my mouth; I did not think my mouth could expand this far! I feel like a squirrel; my cheeks bulging to their limits, but I have never felt so aroused. They feel firm but loose; my tongue plays between the two hefty testes.
"Yes, like that; use your tongue, wet them good, Zuko," he says, his grip on my head tightening when I try to roll them around in my mouth. He slowly pulls them out; my saliva dripping like honey off them. He grabs his cock and rubs it on my now ruby lips.
"Lie down and show me just how flexible you can be, my son," he says.
I turn away from him and spread my legs until I am in a full split. Looking over my shoulder, I look lustfully at him as I lower my torso and chest to the floor. No sooner has my cheek felt the coldness of the stones beneath me than I feel his lovely cock.
"Oh, Zuko, you will please me well," he spreads my cheeks and places his dick exactly on my puckering hole. I try to thrust my ass upward, wanting to feel that hardness push into me, but he holds my ass firmly pinned to the ground.
When I am about to protest his teasing, I feel the slick rod move back and forth, making my hole even more sensitive. His balls gently tap my own; I feel my own saliva starting to cover them.
"Papa, please," I am begging him to enter me, to make me alive. "Touch me deeply, as deep as you can." I want to feel him forever within me.
His face is suddenly near mine, and his wonderfully black hair cascades warmly down my shoulders. I feel his legs on either side of my ass, his cockhead cold from some oil, sitting atop my entrance.
"I will go slowly," is all he says to me, before slowly pushing the tip of his dick into me. It's a little painful, but nothing unbearable. I relax more, wanting him to be fully inside of me, to the base of his glory. I feel more of him coming in, and the pain is subsiding, but my frustration is mounting.
"Father, deeper, please," I wiggle my ass, but receive a stinging slap to my buttocks. It does nothing but heighten my arousal.
"Patience, I am almost there," he can barely get the words out. I have not ever heard my father so hoarse and breathless.
"Ah, you're mine now," he grabs my wrists and places them above me, flat on the floor. I feel his weight relax upon me, his balls settling on top of mine. He, totally submerged in his aura, his scent, his power, finally engulfs me.
"Do not show any pride; let me hear all your pleasure," he breathes heavily in my ear. "I will make you cry out, my beautiful boy."
Tears shoot from my eyes as soon as those words are spoken. He does find me attractive, not just my body. That means he did mark me that day as his own. My heart slaps around in my chest, gleeful at this revelation. That is short-lived, though, because a pleasure I never knew existed begins to streak through my body.
My father is grinding his cock into me, pulverizing the spot within me. "Yes, Papa!" I do as I am told and don't hold back my cries. I don't think I could even if I wanted to.
"Tell me you want it however I will give it to you," he says, beginning to thrust only using his pelvis, slamming his balls against mine. Both of us cry out in pleasure.
"I'll take whatever you'll give me, Papa; just take me!" The thrusts become brutal; the pleasure I feel borders on pain. It makes me love him even more.
"Own me, Papa; make me cum, please!" I beg.
He sits up and spreads my cheeks farther; the change in position makes me howl. The pleasure has just increased, and my sense of self is gone. He owns my body; no, he owns everything that is me now.
"Oh my God, Papa!" I am sobbing; the ecstasy he is giving me is unbearable. My cock feels painful, yet close to orgasm, as it rubs hard against the stone floor.
"I am going to flow so deep within you, Zuko," he says, treating my ass like a swing, moving back and forth, gaining stronger and stronger momentum.
"Ahhh, Papa!!!!" My cock explodes beneath me; it is the most painful, yet most amazing orgasm I have ever experienced. His momentum stops, and I feel his dick moving sporadically in me on its own accord. Then, a wonderfully hot liquid begins to sizzle my bowels.
"Zuko!" He screams my name.
I feel another passionate pleasure strike me, at the same time I hear a snap. I no longer feel connected to my body.
"I'm sorry, my beautiful son," I see him, actually, I am looking right into his face.
“I can’t be with you in that way,” I said, “it made me weak and crazed enough, lusting after you.”
I see him turn my body around, my neck dangling awkwardly. He pulls me into his lap and weeps so heavily that I see his tears rolling down my face. “I told you, it could only be once in this lifetime,” he kisses my now cool lips. “I promise I will be yours in the next.”
I begin feeling a pull, and then light surrounds me, my father’s figure becoming hazier and cloudy. I don’t feel any anger or malice towards him; if anything, if at all possible, I just love him even more. Even in death, he is still my true obsession. See you soon, Papa. |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: cartoons
Chapter 1
The series is one of my favorites. This story takes place in an alternate universe, where Zuko and Jet are attending high school, both 17 years old. This is my first story based on the series I've written here (more specifically Jetko). Reviews and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated. I will certainly write more if you want. Thanks for reading.
The air was cool on his body, making him sleepy. However, Zuko blinked the tiredness away, stretching his arms to the sides and pulling himself out of bed. The red blanket was somehow lost in the middle of the night. He yawned, looking at the discarded clothes on the floor. Zuko kicked the pants up and caught them with one hand, tossing them into the clothes bin across the room. Obviously, he made the shot and smiled, pleased that he didn't have to go pick them up properly.
His bedroom had its own bathroom. Zuko turned the lights on, slipping his arm into the shower to turn it on. The water was hot and steamy, just right. Already, the glass door was starting to fog up. Right as he was about to step in, however, Zuko heard a loud scream from next door, causing him to jump and nearly fall.
Irritated, Zuko went back into his room for his iPhone. He shut the notification off; honestly, he had forgotten that he set the ringtone to the boss battle theme of his favorite RPG game. It was his friend Jet texting that he was coming over to discuss the newest update to "Blade Princes," an MMO they had recently gotten into. Zuko instantly sent him a message back, telling Jet he was jumping in the shower, but the door was unlocked.
Tossing the phone back on the bed, Zuko turned and got back in the shower. He set the music player in his bathroom using a voice command, listening to the soundtrack of an anime that had released last year.
As Zuko stood in the shower, washing himself up and lathering up his short, black hair, he closed his amber-colored eyes. If Jet were coming over, that would be a great relief. Though they were strictly friends, Jet never showed interest in anybody in their social circles, neither at his uncle's tea shop nor in school. He wasn't unattractive, but his confident and often aloof personality was off-putting to others. Jet was basically an enigma, with tanned, smooth skin and unreadable emotion within his almost black eyes. He was overly fond of designer hoodies and often took Zuko's from him. Personally, Zuko thought he had a great figure under all that. Jet wasn't ugly at all, but would be plain if not for his bad health from staying up all night and constantly training at the dojo.
Eyes closed, Zuko leaned against the wall, holding the showerhead to his shoulder, setting it to massage. The temperature wasn't as hot as before, but the water pressure was nice. Leaning there, Zuko pictured Jet in his head. He'd only seen him without those designer clothes (he claimed to love being able to whip his swords around) when he had changed from one hoodie to the other in front of him a few weeks back. His undershirt had stuck to the hoodie when he pulled it up. Underneath, he'd been wearing a sheer black tee, his defined pecs showing against the material. He was easily a real catch. Plus, he wasn't lacking when it came to his ass either. True, Jet was on the slim side, but it looked good on him; Zuko thought, at least.
Moving the showerhead to his other shoulder, Zuko reached down to lightly rub his cock. It wouldn't hurt to rub one out before Jet came over. It wasn't weird to find your friend totally fuckable, right? Besides, the memory alone had him fully erect anyway, the shaft laying heavily on his stomach. Zuko held it in his right hand, squeezing it lightly. He couldn't get his hand to close around his shaft, but it felt cool anyway. As he stroked it slowly, Zuko pictured Jet using those skilled hands of his to get him off. Slowly, Zuko picked up the speed, letting out a soft moan. "Fuck, Jet..." he said quietly.
"Yeah?"
Zuko jumped, slipping and hitting his head on the wall as the showerhead loudly clattered against the wall. Groaning in pain, he opened his eyes, seeing Jet himself sitting on the toilet with his legs crossed under him. "What the hell are you doing in here!?" Zuko shouted, only now realizing that the music had stopped.
"Well, I was going to get your attention, but you seemed... busy. Didn’t wanna be a dick and interrupt, ya know?" His confident voice dripped with sarcasm and teasing, causing Zuko's face to burn.
"So you just thought you'd watch, is that it?" Zuko shot back at him. The shower was still running, and Zuko frowned as he shut it off; it was getting cold anyway. Zuko glared at Jet through the shower door as Zuko did his best to hide his dick from Jet, opening the door and yanking the green towel around his waist.
"Well, you were just getting to the good part. Don't stop because of me, I seemed to be an honored guest anyway." As he chided his friend again, Zuko felt his face redden even more in embarrassment.
While not sure why he did it, honestly, in hindsight, Zuko shouldn't have. But he decided to get back at Jet by stepping forward, so he was stuck between the back of the toilet and Zuko. Jet's head was at his sternum, but as the towel fell away, Zuko's dick sprang up to eye-level with him.
"If you want to watch that bad, why not have a closer look!" Zuko said with a bit of spite as Jet's face reddened and his dark eyes widened. His normally half-lidded eyes were almond-shaped as his mouth hung open, seeing that dick up close as Zuko grabbed it and started to jerk off right in Jet's face.
Zuko had been so close in the shower that it didn't take more than a few moments before he came, hot strands shooting across Jet's face, his shaggy brown hair, and splatting loudly on the wall behind him. Seven thick shots across his head as Jet looked up at Zuko, still frozen in place. As the adrenaline left the pale teen's veins, Zuko felt a chill realizing what he'd just done. Zuko went to move back, but was stopped by something.
A strange warmth around the head of Zuko's cock, and on the shaft too. Looking down, Jet's mouth was stretched around the end, his wondrous lips barely able to open wide enough as his hands stroked at the shaft. Zuko could feel his tongue licking at the slit and head, swirling around as he looked up at him.
Startled by his sudden activity, Zuko pulled away, his cock leaving Jet's lips with a soft plop. Jet sat on the porcelain seat, looking at his friend with his head tilted to the side. Jet looked strange, with one eye shut from all the cum on his face. Jet's golden-brown skin was almost coated white with his spunk, making it stand out even more in his brunette hair.
"Hey, you're not a one-and-done guy, are you? Well, like, facials aren't enough to get a guy off. Nobody likes a guy who conks out after he busts a load, ya know. It's not supposed to end until we both get off." Jet said, licking his lips as he stared at Zuko with one eye hungrily. Zuko gulped audibly as he stood up. Despite being nearly the same height as Jet, at that moment, this cum-soaked boy seemed to loom over him as Jet pushed Zuko out into the bedroom with a lasciviously deviant look. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: cartoons
Chapter 1
The author would like to thank CyraxR for the advice. Kim Possible and its characters are not owned by the author; this is a fantasy parody fiction created for entertainment purposes only, not for profit. Similarly, Marvel and its characters are not owned by the author; this is also a fantasy parody fiction created for entertainment purposes only, not for profit.
Author's note: Although it's been a while since collecting comics, the author was fortunate enough to have purchased Amazing Spider-Man comics that showed when Spider-Man's symbiote started to go bad and when Reed Richards was able to remove it at Peter Parker's request. Later, the symbiote escaped from its prison to bond with Eddie Brock, forming Venom. In this story, the author wonders what would happen if not all of the symbiote had escaped. What if some of it was still trapped until Kim came along?
The tags for the overall story are M/F+, F/F, femdom, and Xeno. As the story evolves, the information will be adjusted accordingly.
Chapter 1
"Hurry, Shego! We need to get out of this lab before..."
"Not so fast, Drakken! Put back what you're stealing!"
"Kim Possible!? See, Shego, I knew we shouldn't have stopped for you to sign autographs!" said Drakken. "Hey! I had to play the part. It was the only way into this building by making people think I was She-Hulk," said Shego, carrying an aluminum briefcase.
"Well, you might have fooled the guards, but you won't get away with it," said Kim, going into a defensive stance. "Fine, princess, I may not be She-Hulk, but I can still smash you," said Shego, tossing the case to Drakken. Just then, someone intercepted it, and it landed on the polished floor, sliding away. "I've got it, Kim!" said Ron, picking himself up. He gave Rufus the naked mole rat a little hi-five. "It's the Buffoon! Give that back!" said Drakken, giving chase.
Chaos reigned inside the research lab, which was marked "Danger" everywhere. The combatants didn't realize that the things they disturbed could have ended the world instantly. In the end, only one container was broken. Drakken and Shego had fled without their prize.
Forty-six hours later, "Two more hours to go, Kim. Everything is reading normal so far," said Reed Richards. Mr. Fantastic had stretched his head to the quarantine containment pod window, while his body sat near a bunch of monitoring machines. "Thanks, Mr. Fantastic. Have you found out what was in that container?" asked Kim. She and Ron were playing checkers, wearing hospital gowns. "Sorry, Kim, I'm embarrassed to say I don't know. I receive a lot of dangerous stuff over the years here. If it's not a priority, I move it to that lab for later research. Due to break-ins and damage to this building from enemies over time, information gets lost on what has been stored in the lab. I looked at the date on the container; it's been here for a long time. Since I haven't found anything with my equipment, I'm thinking whatever was in the container had decayed and broken down into harmless elements," said Mr. Fantastic. "Well, I hope that's the case," said Kim. She absent-mindedly scratched behind her earlobe for a second.
NEXT CHAPTER
Chapter 2
In this chapter, the story builds up, featuring a female bath solo with Kim and the Venom symbiote.
Chapter 2
"Well, hello Kimmy, when did you get in last night?" asked Ann Possible with concern on her face. Kim walked into the kitchen, seeing her mother dressed for work, holding a cup of coffee. The other Possibles were sitting around the kitchen table. A rustle of papers brought Kim's eyes to her father, sitting at the end.
"I'm glad you're home, Kimmy cub. We were so worried about you. What was it that had you quarantined?" asked James Possible, putting his paper down. "Maybe she got alien cooties," said Tim Possible, butting in. "And was having its baby," said Jim Possible, adding to it. Kim's younger twin brothers, as she called them, made her wish sometimes to be the only child.
"Boys!" said Ann, looking at them. "Jim, Tim, don't tease your sister," said James, looking sternly at them too. "I'm sorry," said the twins in unison, looking down together. The conversation paused as everyone sat down at the table to eat breakfast. "So, which was it?" asked James sheepishly, trying to make a joke and get the conversation started again.
Later in the morning, Ron met up with Kim at school. "So, did your parents give you the third degree?" he asked. "No, once I told them about our mission to the Baxter building and meeting Reed Richards, my dad couldn't stop asking questions. My mom asked if I met the Invisible Woman. I said we never saw her," said Kim.
"Hey, is your skin okay?" asked Ron, noticing where Kim was scratching around her arms. "Uh, I think it's just dry skin. I didn't have any lotion to use for the past couple of days," said Kim, just noticing the light red marks her fingernails had left. She forced herself to stop. "Come on, let's go to class," said Kim.
Later, after school, Ron and Kim walked into the gym for cheerleader practice. Ron went to the storage room for his mascot Mad Dog head. He liked to wear it even between games to get into the spirit. Kim went to the women's changing room.
"Well, look who decided to show up," said an irritating voice behind her. Kim turned to see her rival, Bonny Rockwaller, with her usual smirk. "Hey girls, you remember Kim, our supposedly cheerleading captain?" said Bonny over her shoulder to the other cheerleaders. They stood loosely behind her. As usual, during Kim's absence, Bonny had unofficially taken over. She always wanted to be the head cheerleader and would try her best to pick out Kim's flaws. Kim would need to work on getting the others on her side again. "I'm sorry, I was detained on one of my missions," said Kim, looking around to each of the girls. "You know, Kim, I've said this before. If you can't do the job, maybe you should let someone else who is more qualified do it," said Bonny with arrogance. Out of the blue, a sudden rush of blood pressure made Kim's temples throb.
"Well, it sure as hell won't be you after I tear your head off and piss down your throat!" said Kim suddenly in an outburst. Before anybody could react, Kim slid toward Bonny in an aggressive manner. It looked like her body was starting to misshape; her skin darkened as her limbs elongated. Bonny could do nothing but drop to her ass on the gym floor, eyes wide with a big O-shaped mouth.
"Kim! What's wrong with you!" yelled Ron, running up to her. His free hand grabbed her shoulder while the other held the mascot head. He let go as her head turned around, looking like some jack-o'-lantern from Halloween. An inhuman smile with jagged teeth stretched across her face.
Just as soon as Kim saw Ron, she reverted back to normal. Everyone stared at her speechless. "I, uh, I'm not feeling well. Hey Bonny, how about running the squad through the rest of practice? I gotta go home," said Kim, hurrying out the gym door. The smell of Bonny's urine permeated the gym.
"I don't know what happened today, guys," said Kim to Ron and Wade. Ron had caught up to her at home. Wade's hologram was standing in Kim's bedroom with them. "I haven't received any callbacks to my messages to the Baxter building. I was told Mr. Fantastic and the rest of the Fantastic Four were in another dimension, and his secretary didn't know when they'll be back," said Wade.
"Do you feel any different now?" asked Ron. Usually, he would sit near Kim, but now Ron sat some space away from her. He was just a little freaked out from earlier. Rufus refused to come out of his pocket. "I don't feel any different. Thinking about today makes my skin crawl, though," said Kim, looking worried. Something tugged in Ron's heart, seeing her look that way. He slowly walked over to put his arm around her. Kim laid her head on his chest, and finally couldn't hold the tears back anymore. Wade excused himself, and his hologram self disappeared.
After a while, with Kim's reassurance that she felt okay now, Ron went downstairs. Kim went to take a relaxing soak in the bathtub. The warm water felt good as she leaned back into it. If she really had given any thought to how to compare the sensation, it would have been as if she were back in the womb again. The long-forgotten memory tickled the back of her head. The care of the world was slipping away, except for a nagging little voice in her mind.
"Who does that Bonny think she is, anyway?" said Kim's mind. "Aww, she is just who she is," answered Kim's mind back instantly. "She's always trying to get you kicked out of the lead cheerleader position. Maybe you should kick her out of the squad," thought Kim. "No, she is a good cheerleader, and follows my routines well," countered Kim's mind again. There seemed to be two minds talking inside Kim. When one said something negative, the other would say something positive.
After a bit of banter, "Well, you have a better body than Bonny anyway," said Kim's negative side. Her eyes looked down over her young cheerleader body. Her pillow-soft size C breasts had rolled to either side of her chest while on her back. They were just above the water line. "I couldn't agree more," said Kim's positive side.
For fun, Kim flexed her firm body to create small ripples in the bath water. Her breasts bounced from this, and she could feel the water lap against them. Her fifty-cent-size nipples began to become erect. Kim's wet hands slid up to grope them. She could remember when they first started growing. She tried everything to hide them, but eventually, she accepted them, especially now, how they felt good to touch. Kim used her thumbs and middle finger to play with her nipples, twisting and pulling them gently. They stood at full attention from the stimulation. Kim's index fingers lightly brushed the tops.
Kim's legs closed tight as the pressure built up in her virginal pussy. They started to rub together. The feeling of water being squeezed away felt good. So Kim opened and closed her legs more. Eventually, she lowered herself down more into the tub, placing the soles of her feet against the shower wall and letting her heels rest on the edge of the tub. Then she raised her lower body up and down to let the tension of the breaking water line lap across her womanhood. "Hmmmm," went Kim, crossing her arms and squeezing her breasts together. A fingertip went to her mouth to nibble.
Not able to hold out anymore, Kim's right hand slid down across her smooth belly. "UUUHHMMM," she moaned out as her fingers slid between her shaved, smooth vagina lips. Rubbing a slow circle on her favorite spot on her clit. Kim's left hand still played with her breasts, then settled with a hard, tightened grip on her left breast, nipple locked between fingers.
"Oh, oh, oh," worked out of Kim's mouth as her fingers worked their magic. She stared into nothing, letting herself go. "Splish, splish, splish" could be heard as her hand rapidly disturbed the water.
"Uh! God! Almost there-r-r-r!" huffed out Kim, breathing rapidly, and her heart beating fast in her ears. With one final twist of her fingers, her back arched as her orgasm took control. Kim closed her legs one final time tightly over her hand. "Aaaaaahhhhh," she breathed out as her body rode the wave. Her warm womanhood's essence mixed into the bath water.
Her fingers and toes were wrinkled by the time Kim got out of the bathtub. She had been unable to move for a long time. The tension of the day was forgotten. Kim wrapped her hair and body in towels. She looked both ways in the hallway outside the bathroom. She had to be careful because her twin brothers liked to sneak up on her to take pictures. They made good money selling the photos. Seeing that the coast was clear, Kim made it to her bedroom without incident. Looking around her room, Kim bent down to check under the bed. Nothing was there. Thinking it was safe, she dropped her towel. "Click!" and a flash brought her attention to the closet. The twins had set up a camouflage blind with her clothes.
"AAAARGGHHH!!!! GET OUT!!!!!" screamed out Kim, trying to cover her nakedness. "Hicka-bicka-boo!" "Hooo-Sha" yelled the twins, running out of the room. "Jim! Tim! I'm gonna kill you!" yelled Kim, about to give chase. Then she realized she needed clothes. She quickly turned to her closet to grab a tank top. Before she could touch it, a copy of it appeared on her body. "What is going on!?" exclaimed Kim, looking down and back into the closet where the shirt still hung. She went to try pulling it off, but it almost felt like pulling on her own skin. "GET OFF ME!" yelled Kim, struggling. Just as soon as she commanded it, the tank top dissolved away to her normal skin. Kim felt around her for any changes. Just then, her mother, father, and Ron appeared at her door, hearing a commotion from downstairs. They watched Kim rub her naked body.
A week later, "Sorry, Kim, still no word from the Fantastic Four," said Wade. "How are you holding up?"
"Well, other than feeling like a human pin cushion, I'm fine," said Kim. Her mother had every test imaginable done at the hospital. They could find nothing medically wrong with her. Kim had to draw the line when her father wanted her to come to the space center again. One day of probing was enough for her.
"By the way, hasn't there been any missions? I could use one to take my mind off my situation," said Kim. "Well, things have been very quiet lately with the criminal element. There have been a lot of unexplained murders. Everyone is baffled as to why their brains are being taken. It's so random, no one knows when the killer will strike next," said Wade, typing on his computer. "Okay, Wade, keep me posted," said Kim.
"Kimmy, you haven't touched your dinner tonight! Aren't you hungry?" yelled Ann from the ground floor. "No, thanks, Mom, I'm not!" yelled Kim back. "Okay, I'll put it in the fridge in case you change your mind," said Ann.
Needing to do her homework, which Ron had brought her from school, Kim went to her bed, where her schoolbooks were. They wouldn't let her come back until her problem was solved. Mr. Barkin had pushed this idea at the PTA because he was afraid of alien contagions.
As Kim walked, her mind flashed on different pajamas to sleep in. The clothes would appear and disappear on her body at whim. Finally, she settled on a short blue tank top and low-slung purple shorts. She was now beginning to accept her gift as being very handy.
Around ten o'clock, Kim was feeling tired. She decided to rest her eyes. As she fell into a deep sleep, her clothes dissolved, and a black liquid substance spread over her exposed body. A white spider motif appeared on her chest.
To be continued. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: cartoons
Chapter 1
This is a sort of alternate universe where CatDog are separate, as much as I'd love for them to stay attached, it was confusing to make it work, so I thought it was easier if they were separate, enjoy.
Disclaimer: CatDog is owned by Peter Hannan and Nickelodeon, I own nothing in any way, shape, or form.
It was getting late in the night, and on top of a hill towering above the slumbering town of Nearberg was a house that was half fish, half bone. There lived two brothers, one a cat, the other a dog. Despite their species difference, the brothers acted just like regular brothers, never really paying attention to their differences. But just like brothers, they always had their spats and arguments, tonight was going to be no different, but it was going to be a night they would remember forever. Because, you see, the maturing brothers were left with one very important need unsatisfied.
Dog was whimpering in his sleep while tossing and turning, doing so he kicked and woke up his much annoyed brother. "Dog, please, it's 11 at night and I'm trying to sleep," Cat said, glaring at Dog, who sat up in an awkward position, hiding something under his covers. "Oh, I'm sorry, Cat, I try to sleep but I just can't, I...I-what are you doing?" Dog protested as he saw Cat edge closer to him.
Dog then covered himself even more, trying to keep Cat from discovering his reason for his sleepless behavior. "Dog, just what are you trying to hide under there?" Cat asked. "Nothing, Cat, now stop!" Cat's constant intruding into Dog's personal space led them to a small struggle, Dog trying desperately to keep Cat from seeing his "condition". It eventually proved futile when their tussle knocked them both out of their bed, it was then Cat finally saw Dog's huge, throbbing erection shooting out of his sheath.
Embarrassed, he let out a whimper and crossed his legs, giving Cat a look of anger and sadness. "There, okay! Now you know, are you happy now?" Dog said, his face flushed and his eyes grew puffy, he was caught off guard when his brother scooted himself next to him. "Okay, Dog, you're right. I'm sorry, but it's nothing to be...you know, ashamed of." "What do you mean? I can't control it and it's so embarrassing, I wish it would just go away." Dog stared at his crotch with disgust for his own anatomy.
Cat then came closer, putting his arm around Dog's shoulders. "Listen, Dog, this is all perfectly normal, hey, it happens to me too sometimes." Cat said, trying to keep Dog content. "You too, Cat?" "Oh, yes, after all, we are a maturing dog and cat at a healthy breeding age. So, what you've got there is just a passing thing." "But, Cat, does that mean we have to find females?" "Well, Dog, normally, yes...only no female ever wants to talk to us." Cat said, a little glum.
"So, does that mean we look for males?" Dog said with blissful ignorance in his voice. Cat gave a slight look of confusion, but thinking a bit, he smiled a bit. "Well...we could...but I've got a better idea." Cat picked up Dog and set him down on their bed, Dog lying down, just complied, that was until he felt a hand grab hold of his cock. "Cat, what are you doing!?" Dog said defensively as he swatted Cat's hand away from his nether regions.
"Come on, Dog, we both have needs that we want satisfied, it will just be for one night." "Does this mean you're going to be my boyfriend?" "Wa-no, Dog, this is just sexual gratification for both of us, nothing more, nothing less, okay." "Oh, okie-dokie, Cat." "Good, now sit back and just relax." Cat once again grabbed hold of Dog's cock and began moving his hand up and down, Dog was already rock hard, so there was no need to try to get him more excited.
Cat listened to the happy pants coming from his brother and prided himself that he was giving him pleasure, even if it was his brother. Cat then got on the bed and positioned himself between Dog's open legs, with his hands gripping the knot at the base of his cock, Cat stuck out his tongue and gave a long, slow lick on the underside of his cock. Dog squirmed in both joy and pleasure, the feelings were new to him, and he loved every minute of it, taking notice of Dog's moans of pleasure, he decided to take it a bit further.
Giving more exploratory licks over his cock and knot, Dog reveled in the feeling of Cat's saliva running down his cock. Cat, having prepared Dog, decided to suck and tease the tip of his dick, Dog grabbed the sides of Cat's head as he instinctually started thrusting his dick deeper into Cat's mouth. Cat still kept control and soon felt and tasted the pre-cum leaking out of Dog's cock. Cat then, with his other hand, groped Dog's balls as he continued sucking and jerking his brother.
Dog moaned even more as Cat's tongue started making a circular motion around his cock, Dog felt his lower regions begin to tingle, his cock began to do the same. Cat, Cat, I-I feel like...ooohhhh." Dog couldn't finish his sentence as he finally came inside Cat's mouth, Cat was surprised at how much cum Dog released, as most of it leaked out the side of his mouth, he swallowed as much as he could, and when he moved his head up, a surprise squirt of cum sprayed Cat's face.
"Cat, that was...was...*pant* *pant*" Cat leaned forward and landed a kiss on Dog, he willingly complied and returned the kiss, their tongues juggling the cum that Cat still had in his mouth. "That was your first time, wasn't it?" Cat said with a smug smile. "I knew you had a huge load just waiting to be released." Cat positioned himself on top of Dog, his own erection now fully awake and ready for action.
"Now, for the real fun part," Cat said, as his cock started pushing against Dog's orifice, but then, much to Cat's dismay, Dog began to protest. "Hey, what are you doing?" "What do you think, I helped you, now it's my turn." "Oh no, no, no, I know that your wee-wee has tiny hooks that hurt." Dog said, backing away from the imminent source of pain, Cat merely put his hand over his face in agitation.
"First of all, they're barbs, not hooks, second, it's not like yours is any less painful, you've got a swollen knot the size of a tennis ball," Cat said, pointing to the large mass of flesh at the base of Dog's cock. "Thank you," Dog said, mistaking the statement for a compliment, then Dog, in a flash, switched with Cat, putting him on top and him on bottom. "Besides, I wanna do this part," Dog said.
"What, why? You already came," Cat asked. "I know, but it felt so good, I wanted to do it again, please," Dog said, giving Cat the sad puppy eyes, and in moments, Cat gave in. "Okay, fine, on one condition...I stay on top." Cat then quickly walked out the door, swaying his figure in a seductive manner. "Where are you going, Cat?" "I'll just be a minute, Dog," Cat looked back and gave one of his famous smiles.
Dog watched as he admired his slender feline body and began to wonder what it was that Cat was getting, maybe a treat, or maybe one of those toys for sex he had heard about. Cat walked back to the bedroom holding a short canister. "What's that you've got there, Cat?" "It's lubricant, it will help...make it easier, shall we say," Cat explained.
Cat walked over and with a glob of lubricant in his palm, he began rubbing the cool, smooth jelly substance on Dog's member, prepping him for the real fun soon to come. Cat positioned himself on top of Dog, and Dog, who was gripping onto Cat's haunches, began to force himself inside Cat. "Augh, hey, not so fast, Dog," Cat said, wincing in discomfort. "Oops, sorry, Cat," Dog said with an embarrassed smile.
Taking it more slowly, Cat lowered himself onto his brother, his face clenching from the brief, uncomfortable feeling, but he knew it would pass. Dog continued to hold onto Cat's thighs as he slowly began pumping. Cat's gruff moans only encouraged Dog to start picking up speed, but only a little bit, since he didn't want to hurt his brother. "Uh...fuck, Dog," Cat said, as his brother continued to fuck him.
Dog buried his face in Cat's chest, licking his bare chest as Cat's pre-cum started dripping onto his own chest. Dog loved this, he couldn't believe how tight his brother was, it was a feeling he didn't want to end anytime soon, but the pleasure was almost too much for him. He felt the urge to go faster and faster. "Ugh, f-faster, Dog," Cat said, urging him on.
Groaning and panting with his tongue hanging loose, Dog began thrusting his aching cock deeper into his brother, Cat soon began to love the feeling of being fucked, Cat never admitted it, but Dog's cock was huge, and there was no argument in that. Cat now fell forward, holding himself on the bedpost as Dog groped his thighs and continued to fuck more wildly by the second. "Oh, god, Dog, you really know how to make me beg for it, do you," Cat said, his voice strained with pleasure.
"Say it, Cat, say it," Dog said, his voice filled with excitement. "Ugh...fuck me harder, Dog," Cat said, his voice barely above a whisper. For once, Dog felt like the dominant one, taking control of his brother, and giving him what he wanted, but only if he begged for it. Dog suddenly gripped tighter as his thrusts became short and forceful. "Ugh...oh, Cat," Dog said, his voice filled with excitement.
They both screamed as Dog came deep inside Cat, both breathing heavily, Cat lifted himself from his brother and felt the cum leak out of his ass, and felt the emptiness without Dog's cock inside him, but now Cat wanted his due. Dog began snuggling against Cat, but he soon forced him down to the level of his cock. "What's wrong, Cat?" "I gave you a blowjob, and I even let you fuck me, and I still hadn't cum yet, now you're going to help me with that, it's only fair," Cat said, his voice firm but pleading.
Dog nodded and grabbed hold of his brother's cock, he gave an experimental lick before fully taking it inside his mouth. He sometimes mimicked what Cat did, since he had no real idea how to do it. To make it easier on him, he imagined it was a popsicle and began sucking on his cock a lot harder. Cat twitched as Dog would hit certain sweet spots around his member, Dog's long, skillful tongue was working itself around his cock, and he soon felt the sensation of his orgasm building.
Cat held onto Dog's head as he was about to shoot his load. "Dog, I'm gunna-oohh," Cat said, before his cum squirted into Dog's mouth and face. Dog lifted his face and embraced Cat with a kiss, the same way Cat did with him, soon they were both exhausted and snuggled close together in their bed. "You know, Dog, we can make this a more than once a night occasion," Cat said, his voice filled with satisfaction.
"Yes, Cat, we sure can," Dog said, before burying himself into Cat's chest and falling asleep. "Goodnight, Dog," was all Cat could say, before throwing his arms around him and too fell asleep. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: books
Chapter 1
*A/N: This is my first attempt at this…so be gentle! I'll write another chapter if I get some reviews*
--Directly after Kitaria brings Tanis to her room in Floatsam--
“I’ve missed you so much” Tanis said as he took of his shirt.. Kitaria was taking her time with her tunic.. As she finally slipped it over her head, she found Tanis in front of her.. He grabbed her and kissed her passionately as he pushed her against the wall.. While taken by surprise, Kit didn’t let it show.. Instead, she reached over her head and started to untie the strings on her back of the undergarment that supported her breasts.. Their kiss broke so she could undo the last knot.. As the knot came undone, her large breasts sprang out of the restraining garment, sending it to the floor.. Tanis wasted no time in treating the newly exposed flesh.. He cupped them both in his hands, and began sucking and nibbling on her left nipple, while his callused thumb rubbed against her right.. A small moan escaped her lips as she unbuckled her pants and they fell to the floor as well.. As Tanis’s hand went between her legs and started caressing her sex through the skimpy lace panties, she pushed him away and waggled her finger in front of his face.. “I have a surprise for you” she said sweetly as she walked across the room.. Tanis felt his jaw drop as he watched her breasts bounce as she walked.. She opened the drawer of a stand by the bad and pulled out a small tub.. With a wicked smile, she beckoned him over.. He had already unbuckled his belt on the way over, and Kitaria finished the job by stripping what was left of his clothes off as soon as he was in her reach.. His manhood leapt out to greet her.. Taking it in both hands, she kissed and licked it before taking the head in her mouth and sucking it.. She ignored Tanis’s protests when she stopped and opened the small tub.. Inside was a sweet smelling cream.. “Whats that?” Tanis asked.. ”Oh just something I’ve been working on.. I think it’s done now” she said in her sweetest voice.. Kit scooped some out with her fingers, knelt down and started to spread it on his cock.. Tanis jumped, expecting it to be cold, but it was rather warm, and he was starting to enjoy it when she stopped.. He looked down and saw Kit spreading a little more on her palm.. She then wraped her hand around his enormous erection and slowly moved it up and down the length of his meat.. Soon she was moving faster.. Tanis was enjoying this cream.. Not long after, she was pumping his pole at a surprisingly quick pace.. He opened his eyes to watch her and saw an odd look of determination on her face.. “Kit…I’m gonna cum soon” he said breathlessly.. She didn’t seem to hear him.. Tanis was getting closer and closer to cumming every second.. He couldn’t hold out much longer.. “…Kit!” he finally yelled and grabbed her face and pulled it close to his cock.. Semen erupted from his penis as he hit the end of his willpower.. His orgasm overtook his senses.. Kit was still jerking him, but had slowed down somewhat as he started shooting his load.. As his senses came back to him, he realized that was the best hand-job he had ever had.. He looked down to Kit to tell her this and praise her.. What he saw instantly gave him another erection.. Kits face was covered in cum.. It was even in her hair and was dripping down onto her full breasts, which were also carrying a fair amount of his seed.. “Gods Kit……you look beautiful!” Kitaria giggled at his comment, something she only did in the bedroom, and took his cock into her mouth.. She took half of him in before she stopped and sucked the cum off.. After that, she relaxed her throat and took his eniter swollen rod into her mouth and down her throat.. She started to fuck him with her mouth, her tongue swirling around his dick, sucking here and there.. One hand grabbed his sac and started to massage his balls.. Tanis couldn’t take it and started fucking her mouth.. Kit felt his whole body tense as he neared another orgasm.. She let some of him slide out of her mouth so she could play with the head of his cock with her tongue.. A few seconds of this treatment was all the more he could take as he shot another load off in Kits mouth.. Swallowing all of it, she milked all the cum she could out his erupting cock, licking the veins on the bottom and swirling her tongue around in just the right spots.. Tanis ended up cumming twice as much as normal in her mouth.. She swallowed ever last drop.. She loved the taste of his cum.. As his orgasm ended, she slid her mouth off his dick.. He noticed he was still hard.. “How…?” he stammered.. Licking her lips, kit tapped the small tu
Kit
Kitaria jumped on the bed and beckoned Tanis to join her.. As he got on, he noticed her panties were gone.. “Your turn” she hissed seductively.. Kitaria straddled Tanis’s face, placing her pussy over his mouth.. She was already hot and wet, her juices were already leaking out.. He licked them away and she shivered, having his tongue so close to her pleasure center was teasing her.. One hard firmly gripped Kit’s shapely ass as the other played with the silky triangle of black hair above him.. He ran his tongue across her lips and heard a gasp escape Kit’s lips.. She was hornier than she had been earlier that night.. Tanis eventually centered in on Kit’s pleasure node.. She moaned loudly as he wrapped his lips around it and tugged at it.. As he slurped at her clit he brought his other hand down from her pubic hair and slowly pushed one finger inside her.. She moaned again and rubbed her pussy on his face, smearing her love juice on his face.. He finger-fucked her as he slurped on her clit.. This was driving Kit crazy.. She moaned uncontrollably and even squealed.. Tanis knew how to work Kitaria.. As she approached her climax she wanted more.. By the time she came, Kit was literally humping Tanis’s face.. Tanis lapped eagerly at her pussy, drinking up all of her love honey that he could before it ran down his chin and neck.. This frantic licking at her pussy was extending Kit’s orgasm.. She gripped Tanis’s head and pushed it into her pussy as she rode and humped it, moaning and screaming wildly.. As Kit’s orgasm subsided she let herself fall off of Tanis’s face, her mouth open as she panted for breath.. “Ooooh, Tanis” Kitaria cooed, forgetting her mask she wore that hid this soft and needful side of her, she cuddled up next to him like a cat.. As soon as she caught her breath, she wanted more.. “Fuck me Tanis…”she mumbled
“Hmm?”
“Fuck me! Fuck me senseless! Fuck me until we can’t move! JUST FUCK ME!” she screamed.. That’s what she wanted from the beginning, to feel his thick cock inside her fucking her like a battering ram.. None of her other lovers quite managed to fuck her like Tanis did.. She had had a new one almost every night since she became a highlord, but none measured up to Tanis.. Tanis pulled her out of bed, turned her around and bent her over.. Kit grabbed the edge of the large bed for support and held her breath, she knew what was coming.. Instead of feeling him ram himself inside her, she felt his cockhead pressing up against her slick pussy.. Kit’s whole body quivered, even her voice did as she pleaded “Fuck me…please fuck me”.. Finally he obliged her and shoved his dick into her eager and waiting pussy as hard as he could.. Kit almost screamed.. Tanis started fucking her hard and fast, just the way she liked it.. He watched her whole body bob forward as his hips slammed with what should be bone-shattering force into hers.. Her black curls flew forward around her face with every stroke, sticking to her face covered with sweat and cum; her large, firm breasts were bouncing wildly.. Her breasts… Tanis moved his hands from her hips to her breasts and squeezed them.. She was already moaning like a whore, this just made her moan louder.. He fondled her swollen nipples.. Kitaria was nearing her climax.. Every breath was a moan, each moan gaining urgency.. She was matching his movement, slamming her hips back onto his, sending his swollen pole deeper inside her.. She was a savage lover.. Her body started bucking as she was almost at her climax.. Unexpectedly, Tanis shot his load inside her.. He was so absorbed in Kitaria; this caught him completely off guard.. He let out what can only be described as a roar as his penis released his load inside her.. Her body bucked wildly as she felt Tanis’s hot cum shoot inside her.. She stood on her toes, trying to get more of Tanis inside her as the hot load that just got shot inside her triggered her own orgasm.. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as her body shook uncontroably and her juices ran freely down Tanis’s cock.. She screamed for more.. Tanis gave it to her.. He was staying hard.. He continued to fuck her up against the bed.. She continued to moan like a whore and match his movements.. They came time after time after time until they were continually cumming.. Tanis pumped load after load of hot creamy cum into Kitaria’s greedy pussy and Kitaria’s juices continually ran down Tanis’s cock.. All this cum was running down their legs onto the floor where a small puddle was forming.. Tanis was running out of energy, but he wanted to pleasure Kit more.. He released one of her breasts and started fingering her clit.. Kit’s wild moans stopped and her mouth hung open.. Her body was bouncing with Tanis’s as he fucked her.. They fucked until Kits voice was on the edge of oblivion and they both collapsed into the large pool of collective cum beneath them.. “I’ve…n-never had s-s-s-o many orgasms in my life” Kitaria managed to stammer hoarsely.. Tanis could say nothing but he stoked her body that was soaking with sweat and cum, as was his own.. Kitaria was gaining control back over her body.. “…Tanis?”
“What?”
“Suck me”
“What??”
“Please? I’ve never felt so…satisfied…I want you to taste me”
Groaning slightly, Tanis rolled over in the pool of stickiness and looked at Kit.. Her eyes pleaded with him…he couldn’t resist her.. He turned to bury his face in her pussy.. Cum was still oozing out of it.. She smiled her crooked smile at him.. Tanis lowered his head down and licked her.. “…mmmmm” he moaned after his first lick.. Kitaria flashed another of her smiles at him that made him melt inside.. He licked her again.. “I haven’t tasted you this good before.. Not even after we fuck” Kitaria just grinned smugly.. Tanis was immediately licking her and sucking the cum off her well-fucked pussy until it was clean again.. He spread her lips and found more around her clit.. Tracing his tongue around the outside of her bud, he made Kit shiver.. He was pinching her button between his teeth when he heard her breathlessly call his name.. “What is it?”
“…Fuck me again”
Tanis grinned as he positioned himself above her.. Kit hadn’t moved since she fell.. He slid his dick inside her pussy easily then laid his body on top of hers.. He kissed her passionately as he fucked her slowly.. She moaned softly into the kiss.. He stroked her hair, drenched in sweat and some of his own cum from earlier.. It didn’t take much for them to cum again, and they fell asleep on the floor, fucking again.. NEXT CHAPTER
Chapter 2
*Author's Note: Thanks toDaniil Iver, the ONLY person to write a review at the time of this posting.. Again, if I get some good reviews, I'll write another one.. I had this one almost already written, I just finished it today ^^*
Tanis woke up to the sound of splashing.. He immediately knew that last night was not a dream, as he was very sore.. Evidently hd eid either rolled off of Kitaria sometime during the night or she had rolled him off of her because he was laying on his back, adhered to the sticky floor.. He grimaced as he sat up, peeling his skin from the floor with a sickening noise.. After stretching, he made his way to where the splashing was coming from.. Going through a doorway he had not seen yesterday in all his lust, he saw Kit in a large bowl carved into the stone floor that was almost filled with water.. The splashing wasing ing from both her splashing in the water, and by the contraption itself.. There was a constant stream of warm water coming in from multiple sources.. At the same time, it was constantly swirling downward to the bottom at a leisurely pace where it was slowly drained.. Kit had one of her legs propped up and was scrubbing it with something.. Walking around to the other side, Tanis dropped down into the tub.. Kit looked up and smiled contenat hat him.. The way her legs were positioned, Tanis could see right between her legs.. When she noticed where he was looking, she grinned and splashed him.. He smiled and sunk down into the steaming water and sighed as the hot water massaged and caressed the pain in his muscles away.. He opened his eyes and watched her bathe.. Kit leaned forward and submerged her head underwater for a few moments before throwing her head back, which pushed her bare breasts forward while flinging water everywhere as her wet hair plastered against her scalp.. Tanis’s breath came in sharply as he breasts were thrust within his reach, Kit didn’t notice.. She grabbed a handful of cleansing sand, white, large grained sand mixed with a small amount of water and a few mild cleaning agents, and started to wash her hair with it.. As Kit washed her hair by pulling the sand through it, Tanis stood and gave himself a quick scrub-over.. As Kit rinsed the last of the sand out of her dark curls, Tanis approached her.. Kitaria stared up at him for a full minute, neither of them moving.. Finally, she said in a commanding, yet seductive tone “Don’t just stand there, wash my back.. ” A faint smile appeared on Tanis’s lips as he scooped a handful of the sand out and Kit turned around.. As he started to rub the sand across her back, he found that she was still sticky from sleeping most of the night on the floor in the small lake they had made.. It wasn’t long before Kit had pushed her body firmly against his.. One of his hands groped her breast and a small moan escaped her lips.. He fondled her with on hand as he scooped a small amount of sand out with the other.. Her moan turned into a squeal of surprise, then intense pleasure as he found her clit with sand on his fingers.. Kit’s body went limp, the only thing keeping her up was Tanis’s arms as he moved her against the evenly spaced steps that spiraled along the wall to the bottom of the pool.. All she could do is moan softly as he turned her around, and lifted her onto a step, she could only look at him hungrily as he continued his treatment.. Tanis wrapped his arms around her, which involved stopping his busy fingers.. Her small sound of protest was muffled when his lips softly touched hers.. His tongue pressed against her teeth a moa moment before she admitted it into her mouth..
Their tongues danced and fought for control for over a minute.. Kit made another small sound of protest, which was all she could get her vocal cords to produce, as Tanis tore his mouth away from hers.. His mouth moved to her neck…her collar bone and finally, to her breast.. Kit once again voiced her protest as he planted small kisses on the top of her large, full, firm breast, instead of the nipple,and moved in a slow circle around the outside.. Kit didn’t know how long it took him to finally get to her nipple, but it felt like forever.. But when he finally took the pink, rock hard nub into his mouth, she cried out loudly in pleasure and pain as his teeth fastened around it.. As her cries subsided into a passionate moan, Tanis managed to get her to change her pitch by nibbling and sucking her nipple.. Kit’s breathing was ragged when Tanis finally released her and started sucking and kissing his was down her body.. He was headed toward a new goal now, and taking his sweet time in getting to it.. Her lower chest…her abs…her hips…his was mouth zigzagging its way down her lithe body.. Tanis reached the waterline that was lapping at the small triangle of silky hair above her womanhood.. He nuzzled it, relishing the way it felt against his face, before he took a breath and put his face in the water.. He wasn’t surprised to find Kit’s legs wide open, inviting him in for a good time.. As he gripped her thighs he felt her fingers in his hair, urging him onward.. With a slow lick, he moved from just before her anus, across her slit to her clitoris, which still had some sand on it, sending shivers through her body.. The fingers in his hair suddenly tightened to a deathgrip when he started to blow bubbles on her clit.. He could hear her surprise turn to enthusiastic moaning as he expelled almost all the air in his lungs.. Tanis came up for air and stood up.. As her hand slid from his head, Kit looked at him with half lidded eyes, not sure if it was over yet, the sensations still cascading through her.. But her eyes snapped open when she felt the head of his penis rubbing against her cunt.. She forced herself onto his engorged cock by pushing off the wall.. Kit’s eyes closed again as her pussy swallowed his pole; he could feel her juices seeping out around his tool underwater.. Kit didn’t even wait; she started fucking herself on his cock, pushing off the wall onto his organ.. Tanis immediately thrust forward, pushing her towards the wall again.. A small smile of satisfaction crossed her lips as she felt her release creeping closer and closer.. Any second now…her breath was getting shorter.. Kitaria gasped and shoved herself as far down onto Tanis’s cock as she could as her orgasm gripped her.. As Kit was in the throes of her orgasm, Tanis picked her up and carried her up the stone steps and set her on the ground.. Her hips buckedghtlghtly as her climax subsided.. Coming back to her senses, she realized she wasn’t where she started.. She looked questioningly to Tanis who was just now sliding himself out of her, still rock hard and ready to shoot his load.. Saying nothing, he merely sat on her stomach.. Her tits molded to fit his around his dick.. Realizing what he was doing, Kit gripped her own breasts and pressed them together around his dick.. Tanis sat motionless atop her, watching her play with her stiff nipples, cold from being taken out of the warm water.. He slid his body forward, his wet body smoothly gliding over the wet surface of hers.. Kitaria’s tits felt divine, he always was fond of fucking them.. Putting his hands over her shoulders to support himself, he started fucking her faster.. Kit was moaning softly as she pinched one of her erect nipples.. If she had her eyes open, she might have seen him moving his hand back between her legs, but her eyes were closed in ecstasy, which is why she gasped in surprise as she felt two finger plunge inside her, followed shortly by a thumb rubbing her clit.. Pinching her nipple even harder, Kit emitted a long moan as another orgasm hit her; Tanis still finger-fucking her.. As soon as the orgasm left her body, she noticed that Tanis wasn’t fucking her tits as fast, but as she opened her mouth to inquire why, she found two of Tanis’s fingers in front of her face, dripping with her own cunt juice.. Just as suddenly, she was aware that his lips her pressed against hers, the two fingers between them.. Both their tongues quickly cleaned the fingers and they began kissing.. Without warning Tanis pulled back from the kiss.. His breath came in sharply as the beginnings of his orgasm shot out on Kit’s neck.. He quickly stood up and pointed his rod at her breasts before the next surge came, splattering white over the soft tan skin of her breasts and the hard pink nipples.. As Tanis’s warm cum shot out all over her breasts and hands, Kit opened her mouth.. Tanis quickly noticed this and drained the remainder of his orgasm in the general area of her mouth.. As the last drops of cum fell on her red cheeks, Tanis smiled tiredly at the gorgeous image he had created: Kit lying on the stone floor, hair plastered to her forehead with little bits of cum in it down towards her shoulders, the bottom half of her face was more or less covered in it except in a few spots around her cheeks where the red hue that came with a fast heartrate contrasted greatly with the white that covered the majority of the area.. Her lips were parted, smeared with cum, and her tongue was white with a few gobs on the end.. Her neck was speckled white in a line down to her full breasts, which were almost entirely white.. The tan area between them was quickly filling in with the warm cream and one of her nipples still had a pink tip.. The white ended almost abrubtly below the large curves of her breasts.. Cum had run down the bottom of them, but below that there were only dots here and there.. The small patch of pubic hair above her sex was wet too, but not matted down.. Between her legs was absent of water, her heat had evaporated it, but her cunt was sopping wet, and there was a small puddle where her juices had run down to her ass and onto the floor.. Collapsing beside his lover, he quickly fell asleep.. . |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: games
Chapter 1
Yrr, the thegn of Skjern, made her way through the misty bog. Night had fallen some hours ago, and cold stars twinkled overhead. The skulls of sacrificed oxen grinned at her from the darkness. The fitful light of a few torches cast their irregular light through the fog. Yrr walked with a slight spring in her step. She always felt better in the bog, somehow. The world of spirits was near, making all the troubles of the "real" world seem distant and somehow irrelevant. Of course, these days, there was one other reason why she liked wandering the bog.
An apparition emerged from the fog. A pale face and ashen eyes, a slender body adorned with bone talismans and crowned with bird skulls. Yrr smiled. "Røskva," she said.
The young witch smiled back and rushed up to her. Within moments, Yrr found herself in the young woman's embrace, her lips pressing hungrily against her own. Yrr kissed back passionately, eagerly tasting her lover's dirty green lips. It had been far too long since she'd seen her last. Hours, at least. Their lips eventually parted, and Yrr and Røskva leaned their foreheads against each other. They were both grinning, and Yrr didn't think either of them would stop anytime soon. "So, how was your day?" Yrr asked. "The usual," Røskva replied vaguely. "Nothing serious."
"Same here," Yrr replied. "Most of my time was taken up with arranging supplies for the next crossing."
"That's important," said Røskva. "I know you have plans."
Yrr smiled. "Plans," she thought. Yes, she'd started her expeditions to Britain simply to safeguard the future of her clan, but now she had greater ambitions. Ambitions that, here in this bog with Røskva's arms around her, seemed unimportant. "True," Yrr said. "But gathering all the supplies and getting them stowed was mostly just tedious."
Røskva kissed her again, briefly. "Want me to help alleviate your boredom?" she asked sweetly. "I was kind of hoping for something more than that," Yrr replied. "So was I," said Røskva. Røskva started undressing, and Yrr followed closely behind. The young witch's clothes were a strange mismatch of garments that didn't fit together properly, and she got stuck more than once, especially since she was loath to take off any of her bone and wooden jewelry. By contrast, Yrr stripped out of her dress with ease, revealing a powerful body adorned with a tattoo consisting of several flowing lines that, when looked at properly, became a raven in flight. It was both a symbol of Yrr's faith and her private little joke.
Yrr spread her dress and undergarments on the swampy ground and lay down while Røskva struggled out of the last of her clothes. It occurred to her, as she watched the witch get tangled up in a couple of talismans, that the bog was hardly a private place. Plenty of clansmen came here all the time to ask Hulda for help or to sacrifice to the gods. And even though it was night, that was no reason at all to think nobody would come across them and see the two of them naked and intimate. Yrr didn't care. So what if people caught them in the act? Her relationship with Røskva was no secret, and, besides, she hadn't seen Røskva all day so far. Could anyone really expect the two of them to waste minutes in search of somewhere more private? Of course not.
The young witch finally got rid of the last of her clothes. Her body was slim and not nearly as pale as her face, painted with streaks of ash. Røskva spread her garments out next to Yrr's dress, creating a sort of not-even-remotely-a-bed, and lay down next to her. Yrr immediately put her arms around her lover and pulled her naked body close. Her skin was soft and dirty and hot in the dark fog, and her lips were hungry. Yrr felt Røskva's tongue press against her lips, and she opened her mouth to let her in. Røskva's tongue danced against her own with a passion and intensity that would've surprised people who thought they knew her. But of course, people who thought they knew Røskva didn't really know her. Sometimes even Yrr wasn't sure if she really knew the witch. Most of the time she was pretty sure, though. Or at least, sure that she knew more about Røskva than anyone else ever could or would.
Røskva's mouth wandered down Yrr's chin, leaving a trail of kisses. Yrr thought she heard the witch panting with need. Every kiss seemed to leave a ring of flame on Yrr's skin, and she could feel her own desire grow hard and wet. Røskva kissed her way down Yrr's naked body, spreading a dozen kisses across her neck and shoulders. Yrr moaned softly when Røskva's lips traveled across her breasts. She instinctively arced her naked body towards the young witch, wordlessly offering herself to her. Røskva's tongue slipped out of her mouth, and she dragged it across Yrr's soft flesh, leaving a trail of glistening saliva across her bare skin. Then she kissed her breasts again a few times, almost randomly. Almost as if she yearned to kiss both of Yrr's breasts at the same time, but couldn't manage it, and so simply kissed one or the other somewhere whenever the struggle became too much for her.
Røskva's tongue darted out from between her lips and drew wet circles around Yrr's nipples. Yrr whined softly, her arousal growing every moment. Røskva's nimble tongue and fierce lips poured fire into her naked body that seemingly burned away the wet fog that clung to their naked bodies. Every time Røskva kissed one of her breasts or lapped at one of her nipples, Yrr could feel her need for the young witch growing between her legs. As her chest burned with lust, Yrr felt the growing urge to force Røskva to stop teasing her and start pleasuring her. To grab her head and force her down between her legs, where her delicious mouth could do so much. She was the thegn! And Røskva, just a witch. Why shouldn't she make her please her properly?
But Røskva was more than "just a witch." For that matter, Yrr was more than just the thegn. They were lovers. And while Yrr the thegn might object to the way Røskva kept lavishing attention on her breasts, Yrr the lover was more than happy to let Røskva enjoy her body in whatever way she wanted to. Yrr hissed between her teeth when she felt Røskva's lips gently kiss the lower curves of her breasts and then felt her mouth trail down to her stomach. And that was another reason to just let Røskva have her way. It wasn't as if the witch was going to ignore her needs. Røskva's breath was hot on Yrr's bare skin. Yrr found herself writhing with desire. Her lover's lips were so close, so close.
Yrr felt Røskva's slender fingers wrap around the base of her achingly erect cock. Then, perhaps a second or so later, she felt her tongue lap adoringly at her thick, purple head. Yrr groaned with pleasure, her dick twitching in Røskva's grip, her pussy leaking her arousal all over her dress, far wetter than the mist. Her body burned with a fire that would've impressed even Surtr. For a second, Yrr thought she might come. That that one tiny, beautiful little flick of Røskva's tongue would send her reeling over the edge. But she didn't, and was glad for it. Røskva kissed her way down her rigid shaft, her soft lips pressing gently against Yrr's hard flesh. Pleasure surged through the thegn's helpless body as Røskva calmly kept kissing her cock over and over again.
The young witch let go of Yrr's member so that she could kiss her shaft all the way down to the base. While she calmly kept kissing Yrr's cock, she let one of her hands glide down towards the thegn's soaking pussy. Yrr moaned loudly, and she shuddered when she felt the young witch's fingers slide easily into her yearning opening. Røskva didn't do too much with her hand; her attention was too focused on Yrr's rock-hard womanhood. But even so, just feeling the witch's slender fingers filling her core put an extra edge on the pleasure roaring through her. Røskva dragged her tongue up Yrr's shaft and lapped up the precum oozing from her tip. Yrr gasped, raw lust filling her chest. Røskva looked up at her from down her body and gave her a mischievous grin.
Before Yrr could respond in any way, the young witch's lips parted, and she let them slide down Yrr's member. Yrr moaned as the wet cold of the bog was replaced by the warm heat of Røskva's mouth. She bucked her hips without thinking, pushing herself against Røskva's lips, forcing her erect cock as deeply down the witch's throat as she could manage. But, as ever, Røskva remained calmly in control. No matter how much Yrr bucked or writhed, Røskva slid her lips up and down her dick at her own pace. She sucked her hard, her head bobbing up and down Yrr's cock, her tongue writhing underneath her hot flesh. Yrr moaned and grunted, all of her senses concentrated on her dick and Røskva's hungry mouth. "I'm... I'm..." Yrr mewed.
Røskva's lips slid down Yrr's full length until her mouth pressed against her base. Yrr groaned as the pleasure erupted inside of her, and she came. The orgasm stampeded through her body, her twitching pussy soaked Røskva's hand still resting between her legs, and her throbbing cock filled the young witch's mouth with her seed. Røskva sucked hungrily, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of her cum. Yrr moaned and whimpered throughout her climax, made longer every time Røskva gulped down one of her loads and sucked out another. Eventually, Yrr's orgasm passed, her naked body still trembling with pleasure. Røskva withdrew slowly, leaving Yrr's cock shimmering and messy with cum, saliva, and droplets of mist. A small trickle of semen oozed out of the corner of Røskva's mouth, but her tongue shot out quickly, and she lapped it up with delight.
"You're too good to me," Yrr panted, while Røskva again lay down next to her. "I'm glad you think so," Røskva replied. "Sometimes, I..."
"You are perfect," Yrr insisted. "The only one I'll ever want."
"Thanks, I... wish I had something to say to that."
"Do you love me?" Yrr asked. "Of course, I love you."
"Well, then, what else do I need?"
"Riches and power?" Røskva giggled. Yrr chuckled. "Fair enough. But right now..."
Røskva yelped with surprise when Yrr rolled on top of her and gazed into her dark eyes. "I need to give you whatever you want," Yrr whispered. "Fuck me," Røskva replied, without hesitation, even though her voice trembled. "Fill me."
Yrr kissed her. "As you wish."
Yrr reached down to grab her sticky cock and guided it towards Røskva's waiting opening. Røskva breathed out slowly, and Yrr could feel her tense up underneath her. The young witch licked her lips with anticipation, and to Yrr, it seemed her already dark eyes darkened even further as her lust grew. The two women moaned in unison when the tip of Yrr's cock brushed against Røskva's folds, a light tremor of pleasure running through them both. Yrr gently moved her dick up and down Røskva's dripping slit, almost caressing her sensitive flesh with her thick shaft. "Do it," Røskva panted. "Inside of me. Now."
Yrr couldn't resist her lover's plea and carefully guided her cock into the young witch's pussy. Røskva screamed into the night, and her body shook as Yrr pushed inside of her deeper and deeper, inch by inch. Experience told her - told them both - that Røskva was more than capable of taking the full length of her member, but Yrr was always careful during that first penetration. She was deathly afraid of being too rough with her lover, except when Røskva was in the mood for her to be a little too rough. Yrr grunted as Røskva's pussy wrapped around her cock. Her core was hot and slick with desire, allowing her member in with ease. Røskva embraced her and pulled Yrr into a kiss. The young witch moaned against her lips, and the noise reverberated through Yrr's body.
At last, Yrr had pushed the full length of her impressive womanhood into Røskva's yearning heat. The two women remained still for a moment, gasping for breath and almost shaking with anticipation. "One day," Røskva panted, "I want to sleep... with you inside of me."
"But not today?" Yrr asked, with a grin. "You already know what I want today."
Yrr pulled back a little and thrust. A deliciously decadent moan spilled from Røskva's lips as Yrr started fucking her. She still moved slowly, a bit carefully, but she soon saw she didn't have to. Røskva was so slick with need that her every thrust only filled her slim body with pleasure. Yrr clenched her teeth. She was still glowing from the orgasm Røskva had given her just now, and her cock was still sensitive. The witch's inviting heat threatened to send her over the edge a second time, but she was determined not to come until Røskva did. It was a harder struggle than she'd hoped, because Røskva felt so beautiful around her shaft, and her pussy squeezed just right. Røskva wasn't torn apart by any such struggle, and she moaned freely with lust and pleasure. Her body shook with Yrr's every thrust, her pert breasts bouncing in tune with her fucking.
She clung tightly to Yrr, her arms wrapped hard around her body, as though she was afraid of letting go. Watching the young witch writhe and moan underneath her was almost enough for Yrr to come, and it helped her not to. She was so beautiful, so wild and lustful, Yrr didn't want Røskva's pleasure to end. Røskva abruptly opened her eyes and stared hard into Yrr's. The young thegn could see the witch's primal lust dance with her overwhelming love somewhere deep inside those dark depths. Yrr whimpered, but with what, she didn't know. "Watch us, Freyja," Røskva whispered. "See us."
"What?"
By way of reply, Røskva wrapped her legs around Yrr's hips and pulled her in close. Yrr moaned with shuddering pleasure as she suddenly found herself thrusting deep into her lover again. "Come," Røskva demanded. "Come inside me."
Yrr almost came as commanded. She felt her cock twitch inside of the witch. But she wasn't quite there yet. She started thrusting faster, fucked Røskva as hard as she could. Her lover wanted her to come, so that's what she was going to do. "Yes," Røskva whimpered. "Please."
Yrr grunted as she came again, but that was nothing compared to the scream of blissful release Røskva shouted into the cold night as the thegn's climaxing cock released the first of its loads into the witch's pussy. Yrr felt Røskva's inner walls clench and squeeze her throbbing shaft, her orgasmic body milking her cock for its seed. Wrapped in the witch's arms and legs, and practically held by her pussy, Yrr was trapped, unable to do anything but fill Røskva with her cum over and over again. Each time Yrr felt her cock throb and plant yet more of her seed in the witch's womb, Røskva moaned and squealed with erotic delight. Yrr and Røskva kissed tenderly, the fires of their shared orgasm fading into glowing embers.
Røskva unwrapped herself from Yrr's body, and Yrr practically collapsed. "I love you so much," Yrr murmured, aimlessly kissing Røskva's neck. "You're everything to me," Røskva whispered, stroking Yrr's hair.
Moving carefully so as not to excite both their over-stimulated bodies even more, Yrr pulled out of Røskva. Her softening dick was, if anything, an even shinier, stickier mess of cum, saliva, and, now, Røskva's intimate juices. As Yrr pulled out fully, semen flowed out of Røskva's overfilled pussy and pooled on the clothes they were lying on.
Yrr rolled off Røskva and looked up. The stars twinkled coldly. But even they weren't as cold as the mist caressing their wet, naked, panting bodies. The two of them lay in silence for a while, holding hands so tightly their knuckles went white.
Eventually, Yrr spoke again. "So, uh..."
"Yes?"
"You called out to Freyja here, where the spirits are close, and then you wanted me to come inside of you. So... are you pregnant now?"
"Possibly," said Røskva. "If the gods will it. But I think not. I don't think I'll get pregnant before you've fulfilled your fate."
"Yeah, well, if you do end up pregnant, you're moving in with me," Yrr said firmly. "Living apart from you is bad enough as it is. I won't raise our child without you there. And I don't want you to raise our child without me. Understood?"
"Yes, my thegn," Røskva said meekly. "Røskva," Yrr whined. Røskva giggled. "Of course, my love. I feel the same."
Yrr smiled. "Good. Alright then. Now, would you like to spend the rest of the night with me? Because this fog is getting really cold, and I want to get inside again."
"I'd be happy to," said Røskva, and kissed her. "And next time," she added, her dark eyes sparkling, "next time, I think I'll make sure I will spend the rest of every night with you." |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: games
Chapter 1
Cassandra slipped gratefully into the warm water of the hot springs. She sat down and let the tension drain from her muscles. The last few days had been spent training, marching, and fighting, and she could really use some private time right now. It was odd how quiet it was here. Water flowed and gurgled everywhere, and every little move she made created another splash. It should have been somewhat noisy, yet somehow the hot springs managed to be absolutely silent. As though the steam muffled every sound, or perhaps the thick walls absorbed the noise, or maybe it was simply that the outside world seemed far away, and that included sound. Well, whatever the case, Cassandra was happy for the quiet solitude.
Rhajat watched her. Cassandra drew in a slow, deliberate breath. She didn't know how she knew, she just did. She couldn't see or hear Rhajat. She had no way of sensing her at all. And yet she knew Rhajat was here, somewhere. She always knew. Out here in her dragon-sculpted fortress on the astral plane, her connection to Rhajat was more powerful than it normally was. So, where was she then? Cassandra leaned back, casting herself half adrift, allowing her the opportunity to look around without looking like she was looking around. There were plenty of places to hide behind the statues and fountains, but that would have only worked if Rhajat had come in ahead of her and she hadn't. Of course, theoretically, she could have, but in that case, Cassandra would have known she was here even before getting into the water. It was possible that Rhajat had made a hole in the wall or the ceiling to spy through. But no, that was too obvious. One of the most important parts of following someone unnoticed was never leaving any evidence behind, even if it was just a tiny little hole someplace out of the way. The other important part of remaining unnoticed was not picking a target that had a strong empathic connection with you, but there was no helping that. Which left the door to the women's changing room, a big hole in the wall without an actual door, so it didn't provide much in the way of cover. Still, Rhajat was quite the expert at making use of the least little bit of shadow and moving quickly and silently into and out of vision range. So now what? Go on as though she hadn't noticed her? No. The last few days had been serious enough, so maybe it was time to play a bit. Rhajat had gone through all this effort of watching her unseen; the least she could do was give her a bit of a show. But what to do then? She could try bathing in an extravagant manner, but she hadn't brought any soap, so really, she'd just be rubbing her own arms. She had the vague notion that perhaps she could try playing with her hair, waving it about or something. But no, Cassandra kept her hair short, so that wasn't going to work either. A thought came to her. It was risky, but since Rhajat was still content just lurking unseen somewhere, it was safe to assume she was alone. So, it wasn't very risky. Just risky enough to be thrilling. Cassandra sat down and leaned back so far that only her head remained above the waterline. It was an uncomfortable pose, but this wasn't about her comfort. She fumbled around her back, hindered by the fact that her hands kept bumping against the bath's floor. Then she lifted her right arm, water cascading off her skin, quite clearly showing the unseen Rhajat that she held her black bikini top in her hand. And then, with a casual flick of the wrist, she tossed the garment away and sank back.
Cassandra tried to calm her breathing, but the thrill of what she'd just done had gotten her too excited. She sat in the hot springs, the public hot springs, with bare breasts, and the only way of covering herself up again was drifting further and further away from her. She couldn't help but smile when she pictured Rhajat watching her now. Rhajat would have seen her get rid of her bikini top, would know that she was now half-naked. Would also probably have figured out that she hadn't gone unnoticed. Would therefore know that she, Cassandra, had done this just for her benefit. But Cassandra was still leaning back so that her chest was below the waterline. So while Rhajat knew she'd exposed herself, she couldn't actually see her breasts through the steam and the water. Cassandra wondered how that made Rhajat feel. Frustrated? Annoyed? She was hoping for excited. Imagined Rhajat lurking in the shadows, watching her, waiting for her to rise from the water. Maybe even letting her pale and slender hands drift down into her own bikini bottoms while she watched and waited. Cassandra blushed and not from the heat of the springs. The thought that Rhajat might be touching herself while she watched made her want to touch herself. She couldn't tell if she wanted to do it to give Rhajat more of a show or just to satisfy her own growing needs. Probably both. Cassandra breathed out slowly and shakily. Let her right hand rest on her stomach, her fingers slowly moving down. And Rhajat stepped out of the shadows of her doorway and out into the springs. Cassandra abruptly moved her hand away and looked up.
Contrary to what her imagination had told her, Rhajat wasn't dressed in the standard issue black bikini, but instead had a white bath towel wrapped tightly around her body. Cassandra still didn't know where Rhajat had found the peaches for it, but she wasn't about to argue. "Fancy seeing you here," Rhajat said, walking across the wet tiles. "Rhajat," Cassandra greeted her with a smile. "I was just enjoying the water."
"So I noticed," Rhajat replied.
Rhajat walked up to the edge of the bath, but didn't sit down or step in. Instead, she watched Cassandra for a few moments more, a wicked smile on her face. She grabbed the top of her towel with her right hand and tugged. What should have happened, what Cassandra was pretty sure Rhajat had intended to have happen, was Rhajat pulling away her towel in one flamboyant gesture, revealing her naked body in this semi-public place. But unfortunately, Rhajat had tied her towel around her a little too well, probably to make sure it didn't suddenly fall off while she was still spying on Cassandra. So what happened instead was that Rhajat tugged at her towel and then tugged some more, and then, muttering darkly under her breath, started fiddling with the towel until, finally, she pulled it off her naked body and flung it away as though it had offended her. It should have spoiled the moment, but it didn't. Not much. The sight of Rhajat's pale, slender body always put Cassandra in a good mood. Though she did grin at her love's misfortune, just a bit. Rhajat stepped into the water and started walking towards Cassandra, her smile full of dark promise. Cassandra sat up, and Rhajat's smile became a little brighter still. Even though she was only wearing a bikini bottom, Cassandra suddenly felt hopelessly overdressed.
Rhajat was not a naturally graceful woman, more suited to lurking and skulking than swaying and posing, but she made the effort as she walked towards her. Cassandra appreciated Rhajat's attempt at seductive movement, though she really didn't need to have bothered. Simply being Rhajat made her more than seductive enough. Rhajat sat down alongside Cassandra. The two embraced and kissed. It was a soft kiss, a gentle meeting of their lips. They'd been apart, in this case for almost two hours, and now they were back together. So they kissed. Cassandra leaned her forehead against Rhajat's. Their fingers intertwined. "Rhajat," Cassandra whispered.
"Cassandra," Rhajat replied.
They sat motionless for a while longer, impossible to measure how long. Cassandra's growing arousal briefly tempered, simply content to be so close to her love again. "So, uhm," Cassandra began before faltering in comfortable silence again. Then, "You wanted to say something?" Cassandra pulled back slightly, but didn't let go of either of Rhajat's hands. "Are you sure...I mean, is it really such a good idea to be in here completely naked?" Rhajat gave her a look, then turned pointedly to look at the black top floating in the far corner of the bath. "Point taken," said Cassandra. "But even so, someone might come in."
"I don't care about that," Rhajat said. "I only care about you. Do you really want me to cover up?" "No," Cassandra replied.
Rhajat smiled. "Good." Rhajat kissed her, still as loving as before, but not quite as gentle. Her lips pressed urgently against Cassandra's, then parted to let the tip of her tongue push against her mouth. Without thinking, Cassandra opened her own mouth and let her tongue meet Rhajat's. Arousal flared in Cassandra's body, and she pulled Rhajat close. Rhajat's breasts had been vaguely moist from the steam and her own sweat, but were now getting wet as Cassandra pulled their bodies together. Even through the feeling of Rhajat's lips and the playful twisting of her tongue, the princess was keenly aware of the way her wet chest moved against Rhajat's. Rhajat pushed away from her ever so slightly, not nearly enough to break their heated kiss, but just enough to let her slide her right hand from Cassandra's back to the front of her half-naked body. Cassandra gasped lustily into Rhajat's mouth when she felt Rhajat's hand caress her left breast. She petted and squeezed seemingly at random, still too focused on kissing her to really pay much attention to what she was doing. Even so, her heated fondling made the arousal already filling Cassandra's body that much more intense. Her pussy throbbed, yearning to be caressed by Rhajat's pale hands. Cassandra longed to take off her bikini bottoms, remove the last little barrier between herself and her wife. It was still possible someone was going to walk in on them, more possible now that Rhajat was no longer lurking outside and acting as a quasi-guard, but she didn't care. The only thing stopping her was that to get properly naked, she'd have to stop feeling Rhajat's playing with her breasts, stop feeling her hungry lips on her own, stop embracing her body. Even if it'd take but a moment, less than a second, that loss of contact would be too long. Perhaps she didn't have to. Rhajat's hand slid down her stomach, then slipped easily underneath the black fabric. Cassandra moaned when she felt her love's fingertips brush against her pussy. Rhajat at last broke their kiss to watch her blushing face and, no doubt, see the lust burning in her red eyes. Cassandra was completely wet and not just because of the hot spring. It was all because of Rhajat. All for Rhajat.
Rhajat moved her hand, slowly stroking Cassandra's slit. It was such a simple movement, but its effect was incredible. Pleasure ran through Cassandra's body, her every nerve set aflame. She became hyper-aware of her own body, the sudden dryness of her mouth, the drops of water slowly sliding down her skin, the hard marble underneath her legs. Rhajat's hand on her back, Rhajat's other hand caressing her, Rhajat's eyes staring into her own with wicked delight. Cassandra moaned softly, started grinding her hips against Rhajat's hand. Her love's gentle caresses still pleasured her, but her burning body wanted more. Needed more. Rhajat chuckled softly. Then, with a precision born from frequent practice, used her index and ring fingers to part the princess' sensitive folds just enough to let her middle finger slide in. Cassandra groaned, shuddered briefly. A single finger often wasn't quite enough for her, but right now it was more than enough for Rhajat to work her magic. She moved the single digit up and down and sometimes around, bending it and unbending it. Every tiny movement sent another wave of pleasure through Cassandra, made her moan louder than before, made her gasp and pant. Nobody was going to walk in on them now, Cassandra realized. Her moaning was so loud that anyone who stepped into the changing room could hear her and knew exactly what was happening. Maybe it had happened already. Maybe somebody had already heard her, even took a quick look. Maybe the whole fortress had heard her. Well, let them. Right now, she couldn't bring herself to care. The only thing that mattered was Rhajat holding her with one hand and pleasuring her with the other. Anything else, anyone else, was not important right now.
Cassandra lunged forward, rested her head on Rhajat's shoulder. Even though Rhajat was fucking her with just a single finger, there was still one thing that was more important. She lifted her chin to whisper in Rhajat's ear. "I love you."
Rhajat didn't reply, at least not with words. But she did pull her middle finger out of Cassandra's pussy, moved her hand up and down the princess' yearning slit a few more times before moving two fingers to her clit. Cassandra yelped. Rhajat rubbed her clit smoothly, constantly, driving the short-haired princess hard. Without thinking, she bit Rhajat's shoulder, to stop herself from crying out so loud that the whole astral plane would hear. She had just enough sense left to not bite hard enough to draw blood, but that was about all the control she had. Cassandra moaned and whimpered, the noise muffled by Rhajat's skin. Her hips buckled against her love's hand, her whole body focused on the fire in her clit spreading through the rest of her. Rhajat fingered her hard, her fingertips rubbing against and around her as fast as she dared. She wanted her to come and come hard. Desired her orgasm perhaps even more than Cassandra herself did. It didn't take long for Cassandra to come. She tore herself away from Rhajat's shoulder the moment her climax ravished her body. She moaned and screamed, not caring who heard, so long as Rhajat knew the complete extent of her pleasure. Purifying bliss coursed through her, seemingly without end. Rhajat kept fingering her, determined to make her orgasm last as long as she could. Cassandra's release collided with Rhajat's constant pleasuring, and she came a second time, her wet, mostly-naked body cleansed by holy fire.
When her orgasm was finally spent, Cassandra collapsed against Rhajat, panting, forcing deep breaths into her lungs and only somewhat succeeding. Rhajat pulled her hand from Cassandra's bikini bottoms so she could hold her with both hands. "I love you, too," Rhajat said. They sat silently in the warm water until Cassandra calmed down, or seemed to. She was only partially satisfied. Her body was still tense with arousal, and there was only one way to calm herself now. "Would you mind," Cassandra said, "sitting on the edge of the bath for me?"
Rhajat gave her a strange look, then grinned. "Of course." Rhajat broke their embrace, leaving Cassandra deathly cold, and drifted away. She stood up, gloriously naked.
Looking at Cassandra with a smile on her face, she walked backwards until she bumped against the edge and sat down. Much to Cassandra's quiet dismay, she crossed her legs as she did so. Now that Rhajat was seated, it was time for Cassandra to stand up. She emerged from the water and finally rid herself of her bikini bottom, which she flung away. As it happened, she flung it to the opposite end of the bath from where she had cast her top. Now, finally free, Cassandra walked towards Rhajat. She wasn't any better at swaying seductively than Rhajat, but it seemed her wife appreciated her efforts just as much. The princess kneeled in the water before her love. "May I?" she pleaded. Rhajat's eyes gleamed darkly. "By all means," she said.
Cassandra uncrossed Rhajat's legs, parting them with gentle reverence, as though she was opening a holy book. She moved forward, still on her knees, and took a moment to run her fingers through Rhajat's pubic hair. They were wet, tangled, and filthy, and Cassandra loved the feel of them against her fingertips. The way Rhajat inhaled sharply told her she wasn't the only one to enjoy the feeling. But right now, Cassandra was in the mood for more than just feeling. Cassandra lowered her hand and leaned forward to kiss her wife. She let her lips brush softly against Rhajat's folds, but even that was enough to make her gasp. She kissed her over and over again, all the way up and down her sensitive flesh. Rhajat trembled ever so slightly and started giggling. Cassandra allowed herself a quick little smile in response. Rhajat moaned deeply when Cassandra dragged her tongue up her slit. The princess relished the taste of her arousal. She licked happily at Rhajat's pussy, coating her tongue with her intimate juices. Rhajat slumped slightly, thrust her hips forward, pressing herself against Cassandra's mouth. Her lips now pressed firmly against Rhajat, Cassandra pushed her tongue into her to lap greedily at her inner walls. Rhajat started laughing. It wasn't her usual sinister cackle, though it did have a bit of that. She simply laughed with joy, unable or unwilling to keep her emotions inside. Even so, as Cassandra drank from her pussy and let her tongue dance inside of her, Rhajat's laughter faltered, interrupted by lustful groaning or one or two gasps for breath. It was all music to Cassandra's ears anyway. All part of Rhajat's pleasure. Cassandra felt Rhajat's right hand coming to rest on her head and tried not to think about her wife's fingers, still slick with her own fluids, getting tangled in her hair. Rhajat didn't try to press even closer to her body, as though that were possible, or try to guide her movements. Merely, she held her as she kissed and licked. Cassandra dragged her lips up Rhajat's slit, dragging her tongue out of her as she moved. Rhajat took a deep, shuddering breath, abruptly cut short. The tip of Cassandra's tongue drew a circle around her love's clit, and she moaned her approval. Cassandra carefully closed her lips around Rhajat's clit and let her tongue dance where it would. Rhajat groaned, her body bucking against Cassandra's face. Rhajat closed her pale legs around Cassandra's body, her ankles crossing on her back, locking her in. As though she could possibly want to be anywhere else. Licking and sucking on her clit, Cassandra listened to her wife moan and gasp and laugh and felt her wet body tremble with pleasure. She kept her lips locked on Rhajat as much as she could, only pulling her mouth away long enough to take a breath. Then, at long last and far too soon, Rhajat came with laughing moans. She froze for a moment, gasped and grunted, then let loose when her climax ravished her. Cassandra quickly reached up to grab her love's quaking body and steady her as best she could from where she knelt. She kissed her way down Rhajat's pussy again, licked up as much of her fluids as she could, felt her orgasm throbbing against her lips. Cassandra kept licking Rhajat throughout her ecstasy, hoping to offer her a second orgasm, or at least make her come for as long as possible. But as hard as she worked, as tired as her tongue became, Rhajat's blissful laughter eventually died down. Rhajat slipped down the edge of the springs, knelt in front of Cassandra, embraced her, and kissed her. She was satisfied, but still excited, still hungry for her. Cassandra shared the feeling.
"We should probably get back to our room," Cassandra said in that brief moment where their lips were away from each other. "I'm perfectly comfortable right here," said Rhajat. "Someone else might want to use the hot springs today," Cassandra said. "The longer we stay here, the more likely it gets that somebody walks in on us."
"Oh, there's no chance of that," said Rhajat with a wicked grin. "Before I came in, I made sure to curse this place to ensure our complete privacy."
Cassandra blinked. "What? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well," said Rhajat, glancing over at Cassandra's discarded top. "You didn't look like you needed telling."
"Well... maybe so," Cassandra said, blushing. "But we shouldn't monopolize the springs."
"Fine," said Rhajat. "But just so you know, if you hit the bed, I'm not going to let you back out for the rest of the day."
"Not even for dinner?"
Rhajat grinned. Something inside Cassandra shivered with delight. "So... about that curse," Cassandra said, moving away to gather her discarded clothes and not get distracted by Rhajat even more. "Convenient, isn't it?"
"Do you... I mean... have you always...?"
"I don't like sharing you with others," said Rhajat. "Then again... you did say you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me in plain sight, so..."
"So...?" Cassandra said, completely failing to keep the sudden tension out of her voice. "So... next time I'll let you decide whether you want our privacy or not. It's all the same to me, anyway, so long as I have you. Deal?"
Cassandra went quiet for a moment, tried to ignore how hard her heart beat in her chest. Of course, she wanted her privacy. Of course, she didn't want anyone to see her having sex with Rhajat. Of course, she didn't want to show anyone how deeply intimate she was with her love. Of course... of course... "Deal," she replied. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: games
Chapter 1
Cassandra and Rhajat sat side by side on their bed. They often did, and these moments were usually filled with comfortable silence or a pleasingly tense prelude to something more exciting. Today, however, Cassandra was a bundle of nerves. She had to tell Rhajat something, and she didn't want to. She feared it would wreck their marriage, though she knew that it wouldn't. But cold knowledge couldn't just overrule fear.
Cassandra took Rhajat's pale hands and took a deep breath. "Rhajat, there's... I think there's something you should know," she said. Rhajat's face remained blank, prompting Cassandra to continue. "I... sometimes..." Cassandra faltered and tried again. "You know how I'm part dragon?" Rhajat responded, "Every time I look into your eyes." Cassandra nodded and continued, "Right. And, you know how I can transform into a dragon?" Rhajat replied, "Of course."
Cassandra took another deep breath before proceeding. "Well, that's... you could say that's not the only transformation I'm capable of. I sometimes... You see, there's this part of me that... What I'm trying to say..." Rhajat's expression turned curious, and she asked, "Is this going to lead up to you telling me about your penis?" Cassandra's mouth fell open, and she closed it hurriedly. "You knew?" she asked, surprised.
Rhajat's calm demeanor put Cassandra at ease. "Of course, I did. I watch you sleep," Rhajat said, her voice gentle. Cassandra's horror was evident, and Rhajat quickly reassured her, "Not often. But sometimes." Rhajat licked her lips, and a sly smile spread across her face. "And when it does, you're always so very... Well, let's just say I always assume you're dreaming of me when it happens." Cassandra felt herself blushing, and Rhajat's words only added to her embarrassment.
The conversation took an unexpected turn, and Cassandra found herself discussing her most intimate secrets with Rhajat. Rhajat's reaction was not what Cassandra had expected, and she felt a mix of relief and excitement. Rhajat's touch was gentle, and her words were reassuring. "I've loved every inch of your body," Rhajat said, "but there's one part of you I've never so much as touched. I've just seen it, night after night. Imagine how much I desire it. Desire you."
The atmosphere in the room shifted, and Cassandra's nervousness gave way to anticipation. Rhajat's words were laced with desire, and Cassandra could feel the tension between them building. They undressed quickly, their clothes landing in a mixed, messy heap on the floor. Their Love Bracelets glittered on their wrists, a symbol of their devotion to each other.
Rhajat's gaze was fixed on Cassandra's crotch, and her eyebrow rose in expectation. Cassandra grinned, stood up, and concentrated. A silver light shone above her groin, and her featureless rod became a hard cock, thick with aroused blood and crowned by an eager purple head. Rhajat cackled with delight, and Cassandra felt a sense of pride and excitement.
Rhajat slid down the bed and went onto her knees before Cassandra. She reached out with her right hand, her fingertips brushing lightly against Cassandra's cock. Cassandra's body responded, and she felt a wave of arousal wash over her. Rhajat's touch was gentle, but it was laced with a sense of curiosity and desire.
The air was filled with tension as Rhajat explored Cassandra's body. Cassandra's breathing was heavy, and her body yearned for something more. Rhajat's fingers traveled up and down her shaft, gliding softly across her rigid flesh. Cassandra resisted the urge to do anything, wanting Rhajat to take the lead.
Rhajat's touch was a mix of gentle and firm, and Cassandra felt herself becoming more and more aroused. The sensation was overwhelming, and Cassandra's legs felt weak. Rhajat's hand wrapped around her cock, and she started stroking her up and down. The movement was slow, but it was deliberate, and Cassandra felt herself being drawn into a world of pleasure.
Cassandra's body was aflame with desire, and she felt herself losing control. Rhajat's lips were soft, and her tongue was gentle, but the sensation was intense. Cassandra's moans filled the air, and her body trembled with pleasure. Rhajat's hair swung back and forth, and her eyes sparkled with desire.
The moment of truth arrived, and Cassandra felt herself on the verge of collapse. Rhajat's touch was her only anchor, and she held on to it desperately. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Cassandra's body responded in kind. Her cum filled Rhajat's mouth, and she felt a sense of release wash over her.
The aftermath was messy, but it was also intimate. Cassandra sank down onto her knees, embracing Rhajat and kissing her. The taste of her own cum was on Rhajat's lips, but Cassandra didn't care. Nothing was more important right now than kissing Rhajat. The moment was perfect, and Cassandra felt herself melting into Rhajat's arms.
Rhajat's smile was beautiful, and her face was filthy, but Cassandra didn't care. She leaned in and kissed her cheek, allowing Rhajat to lick some of her semen from her skin. "Don't," said Rhajat, but Cassandra objected. "Some other time, you can lick me clean if you like," Rhajat said, her voice gentle.
The conversation was easy, and the tension between them had dissipated. Cassandra looked at Rhajat, and her heart swelled with love. "Even in your hair?" she asked, and Rhajat replied, "Even in my hair." Rhajat took a thick strand of her hair and pretended to inspect it critically. "I think your cum looks good on me. Don't you?" she asked, her voice laced with desire.
Cassandra's response was honest, and Rhajat grinned. The moment was perfect, and Cassandra felt herself getting lost in Rhajat's eyes. Rhajat's hand moved down between Cassandra's legs, and she cradled her still-hard shaft. "I really need you inside of me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Cassandra's eagerness to comply was tempered by her worries. She faltered, unsure of what to do. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," she said, and Rhajat gave her a look. Rhajat rose to sit on the edge of the bed and used her fingers to draw a few strange lines on her abdomen. A baleful purple light followed her fingers, and when Rhajat finished her drawing, the purple sigil flared and seemed to sink into her bare skin.
Cassandra watched, fascinated, as Rhajat explained that it was a simple hex. "I normally use it when I don't feel like dealing with my period," Rhajat said, "but it also makes me completely infertile for a month." The implications were clear, and Cassandra felt a sense of relief wash over her.
Rhajat spread her legs and parted her folds with her hands. Cassandra was not surprised to see that she was already dripping wet. "But you are risking a very displeased wife if you don't take me now," Rhajat said, her voice laced with desire.
Cassandra jumped to her feet and lay down again. Rhajat leaned down onto her back, moving to lie properly on their bed. Cassandra hovered above her, supporting herself with one hand while gripping her cock with the other. She took the time to aim, holding herself carefully as she guided her dick towards Rhajat's waiting slit.
The sensation was intense, and Cassandra felt herself becoming one with Rhajat. Their moans filled the air, and their bodies moved in perfect sync. The moment was perfect, and Cassandra felt herself losing control. Rhajat's inner walls clung around her cock, and Cassandra felt herself being drawn into a world of pleasure.
The thrusts were slow at first, but they quickly became faster and more intense. Rhajat's eyes sparkled with desire, and her body responded in kind. Cassandra's pleasure was overwhelming, and she felt herself being consumed by it. Rhajat's touch was her only anchor, and she held on to it desperately.
The moment of release arrived, and Cassandra felt herself collapsing onto Rhajat's chest. Their kiss was frantic and messy, their lips leaving each other as they thrust and shook. Cassandra's tongue found Rhajat's, and they danced and licked each other frenziedly, spurred on by the lust burning in both their bodies.
Trying to taste Rhajat's lips, or even just touch her twirling tongue, was almost enough to distract Cassandra from the feel of her hot pussy wrapped around hers. But even with her attention forced elsewhere, she couldn't deny the pleasure flooding her body with every little movement of her constantly fucking hips. She was going to come again, and soon. Her whole body was on fire. Rhajat was pleasuring her in a way she'd never been before. She was losing the struggle against herself, but her devotion to her wife kept her going. Even if she was going to come again, she was going to keep her dick hard and she was going to keep on fucking her love until she heard-
Rhajat screamed with bliss, her body shaking with the power of her orgasm. She randomly kissed Cassandra all over her face and neck, her legs still wrapped around the princess' hips, somehow seeming to try and drive her in deeper, her pussy clamping down on Cassandra's cock. She screamed and laughed as the pleasure cleansed her. Cassandra let go of her worries and came as well, thrusting the full length of her throbbing shaft into her wife one last time, filling her with her cum. Perhaps it was only her imagination, but it seemed to the princess that the moment she came inside of her, Rhajat came again, smiling, gasping. Cassandra watched her orgasmic wife, felt her pussy milk her cock of every last drop of her cum, allowed her own pleasure to rage through her naked body and leave satisfied bliss in its wake. They came and came. And then settled when their orgasms finally passed. They kissed. Cassandra carefully pulled out of Rhajat, her cock twitching sensitively as she did so, then rolled off her and onto her back. Her dick was sticky with the mingled fluids of herself and her wife, and her upper body rubbed against Rhajat's often enough that it was almost as messy. There was another flash of silver light, and Cassandra's dick vanished, her body returning to normal. Or perhaps both her bodies were normal. She was sure Rhajat wouldn't make the distinction, anyway.
"That was amazing," Rhajat said. Cassandra smiled. "You always say that." "You always are," she replied. "And was this as amazing as all the other times, or slightly more amazing, or slightly less amazing?" "Does it matter?" "Just curious." "Well... let's just say... you have a lot of experience with your hands and mouth, and I'm very much looking forward to giving you just as much experience with your cock."
"Rhajat?" "Hmm?" "Let's say I can get you pregnant. Would you want to? Get pregnant?" "Yes." "Just like that?" "Absolutely. I want to have your child." Rhajat turned onto her side to look at her. "When the war's over, obviously. I want us to raise our child. How about you?" "Haven't really thought about it." "Really?" "I've been too distracted by... everything," Cassandra said. "But... I guess it'd be nice." "Only nice?" Cassandra smiled. "It'd be amazing."
Rhajat grinned. "You always say that." |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: television
Chapter 1
"No. No, Dr. Lecter. That is not what I'm saying at all," Will Graham said, rubbing his hands over his face. The leather chair grunted with each movement, no matter how slight. What was it with psychiatrists and their love of provocative chairs? Was it yet another test? Everything with Hannibal Lecter felt like an extended examination. Perhaps it was a side-effect of his occupation. As a physician before moving to psychology, maybe it was habit to try and lay out all the facts before him before coming to a conclusion.
Will was free not to talk to Dr. Lecter. He called him doctor, but Will wasn't in formal treatment. It was a dubious distinction. He still had to find a time when Dr. Lecter was available, make an appointment. But they were free to be friends. Friends. They weren't friends, though, or Will wouldn't call him doctor. Yet, Will had told Dr. Lecter more than he'd confided in anyone. He liked to pretend to himself that it wasn't because of Dr. Lecter's profession. Will knew all the tricks. He understood the methods that psychiatrists employed to get people to open up. Dr. Lecter came at him sideways, seeming to understand better what Will was going through than even Will did. That made it easier.
But after Will left the office, he had questions. Once the door to the office was shut, it felt like a wall too hard to scale. Not just because of Hannibal's personal boundaries, but because Will was too mentally exhausted to even attempt to understand Dr. Lecter's motives. Perhaps that's why he felt so safe with Dr. Lecter. He was not an emoter. Normally, people were so eager to talk, so few just wanted to listen. Being around another person left his head so cluttered with that person's thoughts that Will couldn't even hear his own. Dr. Lecter seemed more than content to listen, to offer opinions, to probe deeper without leaving the impression of his own thoughts. It should've been disturbing, but it wasn't. It felt safe.
They were both leaning forward in the black leather chairs, sitting across from each other. Just as Will was hyper-aware of the noises his own chair made, Dr. Lecter hadn't mastered the art of complete silence in his chair. Dr. Lecter rose from the chair, his footfalls soft as he crossed to Will. Strange. Usually, when Will became overwhelmed, Dr. Lecter backed off, gave him room. He seemed to know better than to allow Will to get his back up, because once he did, he shut down. After that, Will couldn't help but attempt to pick a fight.
Will took a deep breath, feeling the irritation fill his chest. This was not the pattern; this was typical human behavior. Will shows distress, the other person comes in close, touches him, offers him comfort. Their concern was suffocating. It put him in the position of telling them he was all right when he was clearly the furthest thing from it. Dr. Lecter knelt down in front of Will, a classic psychology practice. Get on their level. "Will, what do you feel?" Dr. Lecter's breath was tinged with wine. Alcohol in the office wasn't strictly professional, but this was after hours. Was Dr. Lecter resorting to the typical because he was drunk?
The clumsiness, the drink, the invasion of his safe space filled Will with rage. He wanted to lash out, to hit, to throttle, to do anything, but he was not a violent person. Will dropped his hands from his face. Dr. Lecter's face was inches from his. Will had expected a portrait of concern, but Dr. Lecter's face was inscrutable. If anything, a little bored, as if he understood the motions he was going through. Will wanted to shock him out of it, wanted to turn things inside out. He leaned in and pressed their lips together, briefly. Not even a kiss, a play-act of what a kiss would be. Lips touch, the faint feel of an exhale, and then Will returned to his personal space.
Dr. Lecter's expression did not change. No shock. No repulsion. Perhaps his brows had furrowed slightly; Will couldn't remember. Then, with preternatural speed, Dr. Lecter's hand was at the back of Will's neck. Then their lips were pressed together again, but this time, more than the soft skin, the aftershave, there was pliant wetness. Assertive, but not aggressive, available but not wanton. An invitation to take. Will's cheeks burned. This wasn't what he'd meant by his gesture. He'd meant to shake things up, which apparently he had, but there was no particular passion in Dr. Lecter's embrace. A fierceness that could be mistaken for such, but Will was too attuned to emotions not to feel the difference. And yet, Dr. Lecter's embrace was unrelenting.
No, this wasn't an invitation to take; it was a demand. Will parted his lips and hated himself for being so weak. For all of his prickliness, for his defenses, he crumbled at even the least show of force. And he had opened this door. Even though this was not what he'd anticipated would lead to, he trusted Dr. Lecter didn't meet with him like this for simple physical seduction. Trust. Did he know enough about Dr. Lecter to trust him? He hadn't given him reason not to. Or he had given him all the reasons not to, and Will chose to ignore them. Had Will subconsciously led them here?
Dr. Lecter's skilled, smooth surgeon's hands were making short work of Will's button-up shirt. His hands were warm on Will's chest. His fingers traced over his heart, then lower, like he was outlining each organ, incision points for harvesting organs. Had Will discussed the Chesapeake Ripper with him? Were the touches designed to help spur Will's thoughts in a direction of empathy for that killer? A squeeze of Will's nipple brought him into strict focus on Dr. Lecter's face. Will took a deep breath, trying to come up with the correct words to veer them off this course. His mind couldn't work with all the physical stimulation. This wasn't going to work. But before he could say as much, Dr. Lecter claimed his mouth again, this time with rough determination. His hand was down Will's pants. Dr. Lecter swallowed all protests, or would have, had Will been capable of making any.
The touches were practically an assault, precise and simple, designed to cause a strictly physical reaction. Will was embarrassed by how swiftly his body responded, but then, his mind and body had often been at odds. Dr. Lecter broke the kiss. Will wasn't sure what to expect. Perhaps an arched brow and a debonair turn of phrase to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation. If there was one thing Dr. Lecter was good at, it was moving on from the uncomfortable.
Instead, Will was met with dilated pupils. At this range and in this light, Will could see eyes he'd taken for brown but looked almost red. He didn't appear amused or upset, or even aroused. He looked... hungry. So delicate was Dr. Lecter's touch that Will heard rather than felt the zipper of his pants come undone. Before Will could protest, or move, or even consider what was going to happen, Dr. Lecter's mouth was on his cock. The doctor moved smoothly, swiftly. It felt more like it was meant to be an extraction of his release than a sensual experience.
Will didn't fight it. He melted against the chair, winced at the extreme suction around him. He dug his fingers into the leather. It was too much, too fast. His pulse raced. It didn't matter that he didn't want to come; Dr. Lecter knew the mechanics of the human body and how to manipulate it. Normally, Dr. Lecter was hard to read, purposefully obscured. Like this, he was more animal. His need radiated off him in waves. Dr. Lecter didn't want to get Will off; he wanted to devour Will and keep something inside of him, even in some small part. This wasn't a release; this was a feeding.
There was little time to enjoy the rush or the build-up before his toes curled, his body stiffened, and he released into Dr. Lecter's mouth. The doctor handled it quickly and efficiently, swallowing and sucking till Will was tender and jerked away. Dr. Lecter rubbed his thumb to the corner of his lip to fix the dribble. His tongue rolled quickly over his lips as if he were savoring it.
Will watched, gasping for breath, as he tried to find a thought to cling to. "Don't look so shocked, Will. It is perfectly natural," Dr. Lecter said, not looking in the least bit ruffled. Not even a hair was out of place.
"I'm not shocked," Will replied.
Dr. Lecter gave him a look, a small quirk of his lips pinpointing the humor of the situation. Will hadn't even put himself away. Will took a steadying breath as he covered himself with his hands. "I just... I didn't realize that you were... I'm not... attracted to men."
"Will," Dr. Lecter waved a hand to clear the air, "attraction, sexuality, it has little to do with what our experience is. Such connections are vain, shallow. They are as much reflections of society as they are of our own will. I do not let such simple concepts keep me from what gives me pleasure."
"So that was for you, not me," Will said, tucking himself away.
Dr. Lecter retreated to his chair, eyeing him in that bird-like way he had that made Will feel like little more than an interesting worm. "Does that bother you?"
Will exhaled as he buttoned his shirt. "It's a relief, actually."
Dr. Lecter raised an eyebrow. "So you did not enjoy it."
Will averted his eyes as he digested what had happened. The episode seemed distant and unreal now. Dr. Lecter sat across from him, and they were back to their familiar pattern. "I don't know."
Dr. Lecter relaxed back in his chair. "Let's move on then." |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: celebrity
Chapter 1
Fandom: RP
Title: [Insert Seduction Technique Here]
Author: masterofmercury
Pairing: Jsquared
Rating: PG-13
Warning: language, caveman acts (not that it's a bad thing...)
Summary: My tribute to oblivious!Jenny and trying-to-be-seductive-but-fail-spectacularly!Jared, which should see the light of day more often...
Disclaimer: You know I'll die happy if they actually did it.
A/N: forirana's seduction challenge. Thank you, spiritofkt and autumnfades, for being wonderful betas, and furor_scribiend for stopping me from bursting my blood vessels.
Seriously, this situation has got to stop. Or start making sense. Whichever is fine, really, because it's getting weirder and weirder around here, Jensen thinks, squirming in his seat as Jared pours yet another round of Sauternes for both of them. Jared's teeth flash white in the dim light, making him look disturbingly like the Cheshire Cat. They are having dinner together, or at least Jensen is trying to eat, while Jared only stares at him.
He didn't know what to think when Jared offered his most expensive wine (white wine, Jensen's mind supplies, for dessert) to go with the pepperoni pizza Jensen brought for their usual hangout time in front of the TV. And did he mention that there are candles everywhere and, honest to God, red and white roses in the vase?
"What the hell, man? Just spit it out already, Jared. You're being extremely creepy," Jensen says, scooting back into his side of the couch when Jared grants him another blinding smile. "And what's with all these candles?"
"See, Jen," Jared replies, "I just like seeing you in the candlelight. Your skin is, like... golden." Jensen thinks Jared needs to stop drinking, like, now.
"Oookay," he says slowly, eyeing the wine bottle suspiciously. Judging by the rate of Jared's intoxication, it might just be Dionysus himself who put something in that damn wine.
"Have I told you that I like your voice when you drawl?" Jared asks, his eyes twinkling madly. It makes Jensen want to crawl into some place safe and hide until this madness is over.
Christ. He can't take it anymore. "Jared, if this is a prank of some sort..." he trails off, allowing Jared to deny or accept the half-spoken question. It never comes. What comes instead is Jared's exasperated sigh.
"Damn it, Jensen, work with me here, will ya?" Jensen blinks.
"What the fuck do you need me to work with? I mean, what's going on, Jay?" Jensen thinks about just giving up on trying to understand Jared's weird behavior, but then Jared is moving so fast into Jensen's personal space and leans in even more. His eyes glint with something that makes Jensen's face feel hot. He thinks about moving back and away from Jared when, as if he knows what Jensen's thinking, Jared pins his hands to the couch.
"Err... dude, I would appreciate it if you move back a lil' bit," Jensen says, cautiously balancing the glass (a tumbler, actually, his mind chirps up again) in his trapped hand. He feels the wetness seep through his pants when some of the wine spills onto his lap.
For a minute, Jared only gapes, and then sighs heavily. Jensen watches in bewilderment as Jared backs away, throws his hands up, and mumbles something uncomplimentary to the ceiling. He thinks Jared is losing it.
Whatever. Jensen now needs a change of clothes; it's getting really sticky in unmentionable places. "Since this is your fault, care to lend me some clothes?" he asks, gesturing at the vicinity of his soaked crotch, and has to swallow thickly when Jared's eyes snap and glue to the wet spot.
Jensen could swear that the wine is evaporating under the intense gaze. Hell, he feels his cock might evaporate too, just from the look alone. And speaking of cocks... Uh-oh, Jensen thinks, biting his lip to keep from humiliating himself even more. Then Jared licks his lips, and Jensen's blood gleefully shifts down to where it shouldn't be because this is fucking Jared, and Jared is—
Even before Jensen finishes his self-reprimand, Jared is on him again, hands and lips flying everywhere at once. Jensen cannot decide whether he is petrified or turned on by this sudden attack, but he doesn't try at all to put off Jared's attempt at... something.
"Seduction my ass," Jared is mumbling, efficiently stripping Jensen of his shirt. "Wine and dine? Bullshit. I'm never, ever, going to listen to you again, Jeff…" Oh. Um... mutters Jensen, eloquently, eyes following his pants that Jared is pulling off of him.
Seduction? Jensen's gasps turn into squeaks when Jared simply slips his hand inside Jensen's boxers and rubs, hard. Jensen Jr. perks up instantly.
"Caveman seduction technique works like a charm on you, doesn't it, Jenny?" Jared purrs and grinds his hip to Jensen's thigh. Jensen thinks he might have replied with something intelligible, but then again, he wouldn't know. When you have six feet something of a hot, delectable co-star humping you, your brain isn't something you can depend on at that moment.
"Is this working?" Jared growls, and Jensen maybe nods or something, because the next thing he knows, Jared is dragging him to the bedroom. All the while, Jared is mumbling something about cluelessness and wasting very expensive wine over an oblivious ass when he should just tackle said oblivious ass to the ground and clue him in six ways to Monday. And Jesus Christ, will Jensen ever learn that being randomly groped all over the freaking place for the last six months means something more than friendly touches?
Oops? Jensen thinks, as Jared's weight presses him into the bed. Then his brain completely shuts down. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: games
Chapter 1
Kathy reached for her cigarettes, her hand flailing aimlessly in the air for a bit before her fingers touched the packet. She grabbed it and...
"What did we agree about you smoking in bed?" Eileen said.
Oh, right.
Kathy groaned with annoyance and put her cigarettes back. As far as annoyed groans went, it wasn't a very good one. In truth, she wasn't really all that annoyed.
The main reason for her uncharacteristic lack of annoyance was that, well, she had promised not to smoke in bed. Specifically, she'd promised not to smoke in Eileen's bed, on which she was currently lying quite nakedly. To be perfectly accurate, she was wearing something, so maybe she wasn't exactly completely naked, but it wasn't the kind of thing one was supposed to wear in civilized society.
Eileen lay next to her, wearing nothing but her glasses, her crucifix, and an affectionate, if tired, smile. Her body was warm and soft (and kind of sweaty at the moment) and Kathy was willing to put up with a criminal lack of cigarettes just to feel her breathe. For now.
'Course that didn't mean she wasn't going to fight back.
"You know I get grumpy when I don't get my smoke in time," Kathy said.
"You're always grumpy," Eileen pointed out with irrefutable accuracy. Her left hand caressed Kathy's belly, fingertips moving softly across her skin. "Besides, there're much more fun ways of getting into a good mood."
Kathy hissed softly. She was still pretty damn horny and Eileen's quiet touch didn't help any. Or helped a lot, depending on the point of view.
"Who knew you were such a little minx," Kathy said.
Eileen kissed her neck, another completely unfair move. "You're one to talk, Miss 'I've been through every phase in the book'. And come on, are you really trying to tell me you don't enjoy this much more than cigarettes?"
Kathy's back arched slightly when Eileen's left hand moved to cup her breasts and stroked her nipples. Arousal flashed hotly through her body and she could feel herself getting wet all over again.
"You're really trying to get me to break the habit, aren't you?" Kathy said.
"Absolutely," Eileen admitted cheerfully. "I want you to stop craving cigarettes and start craving me."
Kathy groaned and not just from Eileen's line.
"You know, chain smoking is a totally acceptable vice. Lesbian sex addiction, not so much."
"Oh, it's perfectly acceptable in this dorm room," Eileen purred.
Eileen calmly kissed her way down Kathy's neck. And when her questing lips finally reached her breasts, the last of Kathy's objections evaporated in a pleasant haze.
"Christ, fine, just slay me already," Kathy said.
"I intend to," Eileen said, sounding far too chipper to Kathy's liking.
Eileen was an extremely conscientious young woman. Absurdly so, in Kathy's opinion. But her obsessive attention to every little detail and her determination to do everything exactly right did have its occasional upside.
Like now, when her attention was completely focused on Kathy's breasts. It was as if she was resolved to kiss every single inch of bare skin. And these weren't just quick little pecks, either. Her every kiss was long and languorous, her lips worshiping her chest, the tip of her tongue cleansing her. By the time Eileen's slow mouth finally started paying attention to her nipples, Kathy was already a quivering, softly moaning mess.
Eileen traced the edge of one of Kathy's areolas with the tip of her tongue, then lapped, cat-like, at her nipple. Kathy grunted with lust when Eileen's lips brushed against the tiny pink tip and she sucked it into her mouth. While she suckled gently on one nipple, her hand moved across Kathy's other breast, as though telling her body that every part of her (or at least, every part of her breasts) was valued and she was sorry she had only the one mouth.
Eileen switched back and forth a few times, leaving a trail of gentle kisses across Kathy's chest each time. Kathy squirmed under her loving attentions. Her own approach to sex had always been pretty straightforward, but Eileen really took her time. She put effort into every little brush of her lips, every little caress of her hand and in so doing sent trails of white-hot fire through Kathy's body. By now her clit was practically throbbing with need and yet she was loath to tell E to hurry up and get to the good stuff already because having her just kiss her tits over and over again was already the good stuff.
One of these days, she really needed to ask Eileen how a good, Christian girl like herself got so good at pleasing women.
With only the tiniest disappointed whine from Kathy, Eileen began kissing her way down her stomach. She dragged her tongue along her pale skin, leaving a shimmering trail of saliva in her wake.
Kathy breathed out, calmly and carefully, before breathing deep again. She tried to steady her over-excited nerves a bit, but it was useless. Her body knew full well that with every passing second, Eileen's wonderfully wicked mouth got closer to her pussy and she already couldn't wait. No matter how controlled and steady she tried to keep her breathing, the air in her lungs thickened with lust.
When Eileen's tongue dipped into her navel, Kathy actually gasped with arousal. Which was insane. Nobody ever got all hot and bothered about belly buttons. But Eileen treasured every little bit of her body and, somehow, that devotion translated into every little bit of her body becoming its own erogenous zone for as long as E lavished it with attention.
Much to Kathy's relief (and arousal), Eileen kissed her navel only twice before moving on down. Kathy squirmed with anticipation, her body burning for the moment when-
"Uhm."
Kathy looked down and immediately saw the problem. She was still wearing her strap-on. It was sleek and dark pink and Kathy loved it. Well, actually, she was pretty indifferent to it. But she loved having Eileen bounce up and down on it. Watching her ride her until she came hard was about the third best thing in the entire world. She especially appreciated seeing Eileen's shiny little crucifix bounce back and forth between her bare, freckled tits. It was the kind of wonderful vision that really appealed to Kathy's personal sense of humor.
But right at this moment, that fuckin' strap-on was about the most despicable thing in the entire world. Yeah, sure, it didn't actually cover her pussy and technically Eileen could work around it, but it would be clumsy and awkward and Kathy just hated it and hated it and hated it.
"Hang on, let me just..." Eileen said as she frantically started working the straps. "Alright, I think I... wait no, that's... geez, you always make it look so easy. Could you lift your hips for a sec? Right, thanks, I think I got it. OK."
Eileen tossed the despised strap-on aside. When it landed, it stained Eileen's immaculate half of the floor with Eileen's orgasmic juices. Kathy would've appreciated that, if her attention hadn't been somewhere else entirely.
"There, isn't that much better?" Eileen said, trailing her fingertips through Kathy's bush.
Kathy could only nod mutely. Eileen stroked her pubes with the kind of carefree innocence Kathy had come to suspect. Although in this case, it wasn't so much suspicion as it was anticipation.
Kathy's hopeful suspicions were confirmed seconds later when Eileen's hand slipped down between Kathy's legs and her fingers moved across her slick, aroused heat. Kathy moaned, her body shuddering briefly with pleasure.
Eileen giggled. "You're so cute like this, you know that?" she said, her fingertips gliding easily up and down Kathy's sensitive folds.
"Yeah," Kathy hissed, her eyes dark with overwhelming lust and growing pleasure. "Cute is definitely what I was going for."
"Hmm," Eileen purred.
E's hand moved up and down and up and down Kathy's pussy, her gentle caresses adding constant fuel to the fire growing within her. Kathy became aware that while Eileen was busy fingering her slit, she was also watching her intensely. Kathy made an effort to return her gaze, her darkly burning blue eyes locked on Eileen's brightly sparkling green ones. Kathy was panting too much to speak, yet part of her hoped that all her lust and pleasure and, alright, yes, fine, love traveled up that invisible connection between them and filled Eileen just as it filled her.
Kathy felt Eileen push two fingers into her and the connection snapped as Kathy threw her head back and moaned, her naked body twisting with the renewed blaze. Eileen didn't just thrust her fingers back and forth as though she was fucking her, though she did that, but she also used her slender digits to caress and tease her inner walls. She knew just when to curl her fingers to make her gasp or to stroke to make her moan.
Kathy grabbed the sheets of Eileen's bed hard, her knuckles going white. She hissed between her teeth, the pleasure raging inside of her growing more powerful by the second. She was going to come soon, she knew it. Eileen riding her, kissing her, and now fingering her, it was all too much. Way, way too much.
She fought back, tried to control the lustful fire. Tried to feel every little movement of Eileen's skilled fingers without having them push her over the edge. She wanted this pleasure, this moment, to last forever. It wouldn't, of course, but that was no reason at all to not give it her best. She wanted to embrace the inferno, not douse it.
"Fuck," Kathy grunted.
"Too much?" Eileen said. "It's too much, isn't it?"
Eileen pulled her fingers out. Kathy didn't have the breath to protest, just lay there, panting, the fires briefly banked. Eileen looked at her fingers glimmering in the sunlight, turned her hand this way and that as though she had never seen it before. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and she licked up the glistening juices coating her fingers.
Kathy's pussy twitched.
"Did I ever tell you that the first time we... I mean, I... you know... that I was afraid it was going to taste awful?"
"You may've mentioned it," Kathy growled.
"But you really don't," she said dreamily.
Eileen lay down. There were a few awkward moments and a lot of shifting of position while the two girls lying on this bed tried to get everything just right, but Eileen soon found herself between Kathy's legs. And, barely a second after, Eileen's mouth found itself on Kathy's pussy.
Kathy moaned with joy when she felt Eileen's lips against her, the blaze coming back as powerfully and as beautifully as before. She felt Eileen's tongue enthusiastically flick up and down her wet slit, the quick little lapping sending raw pleasure up her spine and out through the rest of her excited body.
"I love kissing you down here," Eileen said.
"Yeah?" Kathy grunted.
"Kisses don't taste like ash down here."
Whatever rejoinder Kathy might've had died instantly when Eileen dragged her tongue all the way up her folds and until she reached Kathy's clit. The tip of her tongue danced circles around the hard little nub. Kathy shivered and hissed, Eileen's playful licking reigniting Kathy's war against herself.
Eileen's mouth really was a miracle of nature. Every time it touched Kathy's skin, she lit a little flame of purest pleasure. And when it, like now, touched her pussy... well, the flame was still brilliantly, beautifully pure, but it wasn't little. Kathy moaned and thrashed, gripping the sheets so tight she was afraid she might tear them up. She didn't know whether all the noise and violence was an expression of the fiery bliss ravaging her body or her futile attempt to escape it. She didn't care. Lust filled her mind and pleasure her body and all she knew and wanted was Eileen.
Eileen, blissfully unaware (or, more likely, blissfully aware) of Kathy's raging feelings, drew her tongue around Kathy's clit one more time, then started kissing her down her slit again. Sometimes with nothing more than a soft brush of her lips against Kathy's wet folds, sometimes with an agonizingly long drag of her tongue. Kathy loved it all equally, hopelessly lost.
Kathy screamed when Eileen kissed her pussy deeply, pressing her lips hard against and pushing her tongue into her. She felt E's tongue writhe wetly inside her heat and her own body writhed right along with it. Without thinking, Kathy let go of the sheets and grabbed the back of Eileen's head, her fingers becoming tangled in her red hair. She pushed her roommate's head against her pussy, willing her to kiss her harder, deeper, until she filled her completely.
But Eileen only sometimes let Kathy direct her every move and this wasn't one of those. Kathy's grip wasn't all that firm, anyway, and she easily pulled her tongue out from Kathy, kissed her dripping pussy once, then twice, then took a deep breath and very gently, very carefully, closed her lips around Kathy's clit.
A huge, shuddering groan escaped from Kathy's lips. Eileen kissing her clit had sealed her fate and she was coming hard. The orgasm tore through her, complete, ecstatic, unsustainable bliss lifting her shuddering mess of a body up to total perfection. Eileen's kiss was the epitome of gentleness, excruciatingly careful not to become painful and in so doing delivered Kathy to her sinful salvation. The climactic pleasure washed through her, wave after wave, and as long as Eileen licked and sucked her clit it kept coming. She kept coming.
Afterwards (and Kathy had no idea how long afterwards because looking at a clock would mean looking away from Eileen) she found herself stroking Eileen's long, red hair while the glow of her orgasm still warmed her body. Eileen lay huddled up next to her, warming her body more than her waning orgasm possibly could.
"Still want that cigarette?" Eileen asked.
"Well, I didn't until just now," Kathy replied.
She made no move towards her packet of smokes, though. Right now, she was content just to stroke Eileen's hair, feel her under her fingertips.
Eileen kissed her neck and sighed happily.
"I love you, Kat."
"You're not so bad yourself, E." |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: cartoons
Chapter 1
Hi gang, here is a new story NOT CONNECTED to my current one (Kim Possible: Afternoon Affair), which one day I'll get around to finishing when I'm in the mood.
The day was meant to get everything clean, but some things can still get dirty.
I don't own Kim Possible or its characters. This is parody fantasy fanfiction, not for profit, just for fun.
The story will contain: Kim, Ann, Ron, masturbation, and sex.
A bright spring sun shone down on Ron as he rode up to the Possible home. He could see the Possible women with their cars out on the driveway in front of the open garage, washing them. Ann had just finished rinsing the rear of her convertible with a water hose, after Kim scrubbed it with a soapy sponge. From a phone call earlier, the Possible men were out in town at some sci-fi convention or something similar.
"Hey Ron! Glad you could come over this fine Saturday morning," said Kim, his girlfriend, with a smile. Not much of the eighteen-year-old teen hero's body was left to the imagination. She was wearing a fluorescent green bikini top that barely contained her growing breasts, and a pair of tan khaki shorts that tightly hugged her ass, but was loose around the waist. A thin green waistband of bikini bottoms peeked out above the shorts over her hips. Her red hair was pulled up into a ponytail, showing her long, graceful neck. Feline muscles rippled under her pale, reddening skin from the spring sun.
"Hello Ron. How are you today?" asked Ann Possible with a warm smile.
"I'm doing great, Doctor P!" said Ron, smiling back. His eyes unintentionally scanned up and down her gorgeous, M.I.L.F.-y body too. Ann was wearing a long-sleeved blue and white checkered blouse, with the sleeves rolled up, and the shirttail ends tied up high, exposing her firm belly. The blouse was unbuttoned over her breasts, showing a glimpse of a blue bikini top underneath. She also wore a very short pair of spandex-infused denim daisy dukes, with uncut pockets hanging out from the frayed leg holes. Slim, athletic legs ended in low ankle, navy blue canvas shoes with white rubber soles. A blue bandana was wrapped over her short red hair. Ann could have been any Midwestern farmer's daughter; the only thing missing was a piece of straw hanging from her lips.
"Oops!" said Ann, pulling on the water hose to give herself some slack. She was filling up a plastic bucket with water so that they could wash Kim's purple car, known as the Sloth, next. A mound of white, soapy foam was rising up above the edge, then was blasted out of the pail by the misdirected water stream from the hose spray head, accidentally landing on Kim's bare feet.
"Hey! Watch out, Mom!" said Kim with a mock look of disapproval.
"Hmmmm, well, I'm sure you're not going to like this either," said Ann with a sly smile, spraying Kim down with the water.
"EEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!" squealed out Kim, dancing around and trying to use her hands to keep the cold water from hitting her. She eventually ran at her mother, trying to wrestle the water hose from her. They both became drenched from the playful struggle. Ron watched, taking in their feminine beauty.
The scene was broken up by a ring from Ann's mobile phone, sitting on a patio chair close by. She abandoned control of the water hose to answer it. Ron couldn't help but watch her walk away; the shorts had ridden up, showing some of her bare derrière. Kim couldn't help but hit a perfect target, spraying her mother's butt with water, oblivious to the bewitching spell her mom had put on the teenage boy.
"Hey, watch it, girl! You're not too big for me to still put over my knee," said Ann, turning with a wink.
"You gotta catch me first!" said Kim, sticking her tongue out in playful sass to her mother. The idea ran swiftly through Ron's mind.
The teenagers began to talk about school life while Ann was on the phone.
"Hey Kim, I've got to go to my home office for a little bit, then I'll come out to help you wash your car too, okay?" said Ann, walking inside the front door of the home.
"Okay, Mom!" said Kim. She turned toward Ron. "Say, I've got an idea. If you want to help me wash my car, there's an extra sponge in the laundry room," said Kim with a bright, hopeful smile.
"Well, you know, K.P., I'm more of an observer," began Ron.
"Please, for me," said Kim with a puppy dog pout.
'Oh, no! Not the puppy dog pout,' thought Ron, unable to resist. "Eh, sure thing, K.P., I'll be back in a jiffy," said Ron to his girlfriend. Kim began to squeeze some of the water out of her hair. Her wet body made him stay a little longer to admire her. It still felt like a dream that they were finally together as a couple. Rufus broke the mood by whistling from Ron's cargo pocket. That got Ron a wet sponge thrown at his head, breaking the spell he was under again.
"It wasn't me! It was him, I swear!" said Ron with his hands up defensively.
"Sure, Ron, blame it all on the naked mole rat," scoffed Kim. She reached to pick up Rufus, holding him up gently to rub his little pink face against her cheek. "Little Rufus would never do anything pervy, would he?" asked Kim in baby talk. "HUH! HUH!" squeaked out Rufus, agreeing.
As Kim brought her face away to look up, Rufus opened his arms wide in a show of wanting to hug her. He jumped out of Kim's hands, landing on top of her left breast, squeezing. His butt rested on her semi-hard nipple, pushing through the bikini top.
"Man, Rufus gets more action with the ladies than I do," muttered Ron under his breath.
"What was that?" asked Kim, pointing the water hose at him. She left Rufus clinging to her. Ron could read her face, and he knew he was about to get sprayed with water.
"Er, I'm going to get the other sponge now," said Ron, walking away fast into the open garage, headed to the laundry room, which was located between the garage and main house.
Looks like they're also washing clothes today too, thought Ron, entering the hot, humid laundry room. He could hear the clothes washer swooshing and the matching front-load dryer spinning. Ron walked closer to the clothes washer, seeing a rack of cleaning supplies close by. The Possibles seemed to have everything handy for any environmental clean-up duty, considering how much the twin brothers, Tim and Jim Possible, could mess up during their science experiments.
Moving a clothes basket atop the washer to the side, Ron reached to grab the large yellow sponge. His eyes just happened to glance down inside the basket. There were various women's undergarments of different colors and prints, haphazardly tossed in. One pair of white panties with a cute, smiling teddy bear face caught his attention. Some writing below the bear was unreadable due to the panties being crumpled.
Thinking of Kim wearing them, Ron felt a little ashamed for looking. Sure, he had seen her before in her underwear on past missions, but he always tried to look away. Accidents did happen, though.
Forgetting about the sponge he came for, Ron's curiosity got the better of him. He looked around the small laundry room to make sure no one was around, then reached inside the basket, pulling the panties out to read them. "Grin and Bear it!" they read. Ron couldn't help but laugh a little.
Intrigued, Ron noticed how much smaller, thinner, and softer Kim's panties were compared to his briefs. He stretched the elastic out a few times. A subtle, feminine odor came from the panties the longer he held them. Noticing they seemed a little dingy from being worn, Ron realized the clothes hamper was full of dirty, unmentionable items.
"EWWWWW" would have escaped from Ron's lips before in the past, but now that he had a girlfriend, "Oooow!" came out of his lips with his eyes wide. An obsession suddenly came over him. This was his chance to see what Kim wore under her clothes. He had to look at them all!!!
With more quick glances over his shoulders at the laundry room exits, Ron told himself he'd just look through the contents of the hamper quickly before Kim came back to wash them. A little thought in the back of his head told him he was doing something wrong, but at the same time, he was feeling it was so very right. Rooting through the panties, his heart started to race. His brain was overloading, trying to remember everything that he uncovered. His body tingled at touching something intimate of his girlfriend's.
Brushing his hand against a pair of pink lace thongs, Ron grabbed them like a snake lunging for a mouse. The only other time he had ever seen thongs were on the girls from the internet, magazines, or videos. They sometimes didn't wear anything else either.
The thongs felt a little damp and smelled sweaty, even at arm's length, like they had been worn recently. Ron wasn't really sure if he was holding them by the waistband or by the string that went between Kim's ass. The lack of material made it hard to tell.
The soiled aroma reminded Ron of another time he had visited Kim early one Saturday. She and Ann were getting very sweaty in spandex, working out to a workout video in the living room. They even tried to get him to do it too, but he passed. Secretly, he was enjoying seeing both mother and daughter's asses bounce together as they did leg squats.
Something compelled Ron to bring the thongs closer to his nose for a big, deep sniff. The thought of Kim wearing them made his penis harden.
Sexy images flashed through Ron's brain, and his inner core felt like it was on fire. Unable to take it anymore, Ron's smaller head asserted control. It wanted to feel the panties next to it.
Looking around for a third time over his shoulders, Ron hastily thought of where Kim and Ann were, what they were doing. His lustful mind thought he might have a chance to risk it. Ron undid his pants to allow his true master out, then brought both pairs of panties down over his throbbing shaft, squeezing them into a right-handed grip. Ron almost pre-ejaculated; the soft silkiness countered the hardness.
Ron stroked the panties back and forth over his penis, imagining Kim appearing before him, naked and down on her knees in front of him, bobbing her head with rhythm, just like in the porn videos he had seen on the internet. Ron had never had sex before, much less a B.J., but he could imagine the panties feeling just as good as Kim's mouth. His over-pressurized member couldn't agree more.
Allowing his unbuttoned pants to drop loosely down to his thighs, Ron spread his legs out more and bent them slightly. He placed his left hand down atop the washer for balance. Imaginary Kim was now in doggy style in front of him. Ron's hips thrust back and forth, dry humping the air. He stroked his penis faster, feeling the pleasurable, male-gasmic feeling build up. The image of Kim's supple body rippled from his hard thrusts.
"OH YES! HARDER!" replayed over and over in Ron's mind, of Kim screaming out, as he remembered the other porn actresses yelling when fucked. Ron gripped the washer edge tighter, imagining wrapping his fingers into Kim's long, red hair to pull her head back to him, so they could kiss. She was gasping with pleasure, with glazed eyes staring toward the ceiling. This thought added more fuel to the fire of Ron's over-pressurized penis. Pre-cum was leaking out onto Kim's semi-dried, soiled panties.
Feeling himself close to finishing, Ron had the overwhelming urge to just cum on the pink thongs. He pulled the white panties away, tossing them back into the hamper, then scrunched the thongs fully over his cock head. It felt like his penis was in a soft, velvet tunnel as he started to stroke again, twisting just a little, reaching the underside of his half-mushroom cock head, where it was the most sensitive.
Just as Ron was about to let go, his last vision showed Kim laying on her back in front of him, he was between her legs on his knees, thrusting into her, their fingers intertwined. "YES! Yes! Yes!" moaned out Kim, ready for her blissful release, breasts bouncing.
"UHHH!" grunted out Ron, as his male-gasm came over him, hot, sticky seed pumped out strong, his body locked up, not moving, eyes shut tight.
Standing for a time, Ron slowly returned to his senses. He noticed now that he had been breathing hard, and his heart was racing. He stood up slowly, sliding the panties off his reddened penis, and pulled the thongs apart to see his cum on them, the white pearl essence showing brightly against the pink silk.
Now that Ron had the baby batter off his brains, he realized that he had been gone too long. 'Oh, shit, Kim might be looking for me!' thought Ron. In a panic, he squeezed the panties together and threw them back into the hamper, burying them, just in case, hoping Kim would not be the wiser. Now realizing it would be embarrassing if he was caught jerking in her panties, Ron left the small laundry room, thinking of an excuse. He also felt very relieved that no one saw him.
Or did they? |
This is a short fanfic story.
Genre: cartoons
Chapter 1
"Thanks for the tennis lesson, Mom," said Kim, walking out of the Middleton golf and tennis club building onto the forest green tennis courts.
"No problem, Kimmy. I hear this new instructor is very good," said Ann, following behind. Both mother and daughter wore the latest tennis fashion: white short skirts, spaghetti strap tops, and visor hats, which looked great on them. Kim, as usual, wore a shortened blouse to show off her firm midriff.
"Are you the Possibles?" asked a husky female voice. Kim and Ann turned to see a beautiful, twenty-something black-haired woman carrying a large tennis bag and wearing a light green tennis outfit with the club logo of yellow on the breast. The woman had an oddly green-tinted skin.
"Maybe her skin is so pale that the green of everything around is reflected off it," pondered Kim, looking the woman over.
"You must be Shego, our instructor. Hello, my name is Ann, and this is my daughter Kim," said Ann.
"Nice to meet you both," said Shego. The tennis instructor's eyes locked with Kim's eyes for a few seconds, then roamed down and back up over Kim. The red-haired teen noticed this, making her feel a little awkward. There was a slight flush in her face.
"If you would come this way, we'll get started," said Shego, pointing to an empty tennis court. Kim noticed some disdain in Shego's voice, like the woman didn't really care to be friendly with them. Once out on the court, Shego proved to be all business.
"Oh my, I seem to have drunk all of my water," said Ann, perspiring and panting some time later. She tried squeezing more out of the empty bottle. Shego had really been pushing them in training. Kim, being eighteen and in college, didn't seem to suffer as much. She almost thought she caught a glimpse of the instructor smiling, either at making them work hard or she liked what she saw of Kim.
"Would you like to take a break, Mrs. Possible?" asked Shego.
"Yes, I'm going to get more water. You and Kim can continue on without me," said Ann, wiping her forehead with her wristband. She walked off the court with her bottle.
"I knew she wouldn't last long," Kim thought she heard Shego mumble, but it could have been background noise from the busy tennis courts around them. You could hear the thwack and swock of balls being hit and bouncing.
"So, Kim, I've taught you some really good tips. Ready to try the tennis ball machine?" asked Shego, suddenly friendly and placing a hand on Kim's shoulder. The other hand was holding a remote control. The tennis machine was ready to launch from the other side of the court.
"I don't know if I'm really that good yet, Miss Shego," said Kim with an unsure smile.
"Just call me Shego. Don't worry, Kim, you'll do fine. I'll tell you what. As a reward, once we're done here, I'll treat you to some ice cream," said Shego with a friendly hug. Kim felt Shego's warm body press into her. She experienced another flush. Even though she had just met Shego, Kim felt she could be friends with her. She felt confident with Shego's encouragement.
Ten minutes later, "Hold on, Kim, let me correct your swing," said Shego, stopping the tennis ball machine. Kim seemed to be having trouble trying to hit the fast tennis balls. The court was littered with them, like a field of daisies. Shego came up, pressing herself into Kim's back, sliding her hand around Kim's bare belly, and the other hand grasping Kim's wrist that held the tennis racket.
"Just keep your wrist loose. Follow through with the swing like this," said Shego softly, close to Kim's left ear, moving Kim's arm back and forth.
"Well, okay, Miss... er, I mean Shego," stuttered Kim. There was a feeling of arousal that flowed through her body. Kim felt a little weird about it. After a few more swings, Shego released Kim to try hitting the tennis balls again. Kim did much better this time, feeling a need to make Shego proud of her.
"So, as promised, your treat," said Shego, sitting down a hot fudge sundae in front of Kim on a metal picnic bench.
"Thanks, Shego, it looks great," said Kim. Shego sat down opposite Kim and shifted to cross her legs. Kim felt the tip of a tennis shoe slightly rub the side of her calf. She pretended not to notice, though it made a lasting sensation.
"I've been wanting one of these for a long time," said Shego, looking pleased. She used her spoon to chop the tip off the banana and mix it with the ice cream and some strawberry sauce, placing it into her mouth.
"Mmmmm, tastes so good. Would you like a bite?" asked Shego.
"Sure," said Kim. She was about to use her spoon to get some, but Shego was faster, loading her spoon and placing it before Kim's lips. Kim seemed hesitant at first, but accepted it. Shego slid it out slowly.
"Good, right?" asked Shego, smiling. She placed a friendly hand on top of Kim's free hand, squeezing. Kim looked down, feeling the soft fingers. Shego let go.
"So, tell me more about yourself," asked Shego as they ate, giving Kim her full attention.
"This is where you are," said Ann, finally finding them.
"Did you learn a lot today, honey?" asked Ann.
"Mrs. Possible, your daughter is a natural at tennis. In fact, I would like to give her a private lesson for free sometime," said Shego, squeezing Kim's hand again and winking. Kim seemed most surprised by this, looking at Shego with wide eyes.
"So, what do you say?" asked Shego, still holding Kim's hand.
"Sure, that would be great," said Kim, smiling.
"Great, then it's a date," said Shego. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: harry_potter
Chapter 1
His lips grazed hers, enough to cause a shiver to ricochet down her spine. It was a tease, a rouse, enough to excite her usually even-tempered spirit and leave her wanting more. His lips had the rough, uneven skin of a man, and his lingering breath was a mix of draught and mint.
"We simply... can't do this... you know," but he interrupted her breathy whisper with a nuzzling of the hollow of her slender neck. The drafty smell of the potions closet filled her nose and reminded her of the possibility of getting caught. She wasn't even sure how she ended up in there in the first place, with his arms pressing into the cabinets next to her face. Handles pressed into the skin of her back. That stare piercing into her heart and soul.
Slowly, he took his hand and slid it under her crisp, ironed shirt, untucking it from her pleated skirt. She gasped as the coolness of his hand caressed her warm, flushed skin. The hand slid dangerously higher as his grinning face crept nearer to her nervous one. He parted his—
"Aurelia!" It was a sneering male voice; not the one that she was expecting to tenderly whisper her name.
"Aurelia! I would continue to utter your name, but I fear some of your classmates might feel slighted. If you could please stop your obvious daydreaming!" Snape sneered through his greasy bangs. Aurelia's already flushed cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson, contrasting with her porcelain complexion. It was difficult to pay attention to a lecture on the uses of shrivelfig when the object of her daydream sat three seats in front of her. Through their years at Hogwarts, Aurelia had pined for the young wizard.
Aurelia shook her head, pushed her large glasses back up her short nose, and stared back down at her potion's notes.
Fate had paired them together during that exciting first ride on the Hogwarts Express. As the train pulled away from Platform 9 ¾, Aurelia stared out the window at hundreds of witches and wizards as they waved and blew kisses at their sons and daughters. A tear hovered in the corner of her eye, yearning for her parents to be among them. Aurelia had been born to non-magical parents. Her mother, a Squib named Avalina, was the daughter of Egeria and Claudius Denshaw, both graduates of Hogwarts and excellent wizards. Her father, Martin, was a Muggle who worked as a butcher in his very own shop down the street. When Aurelia received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, her mother could not have been more proud. She had worried that the magic in her family had ended with her. Her father, who had since been introduced to the secret world of witches and wizards, was equally proud to see his wife's deepest desires come true. Unfortunately for Aurelia, because of her parents' non-magical traits, they were unable to accompany her on her trip to the platform and instead said their tearful goodbye from the space between Platform 9 and Platform 10 as students pushing carts of luggage whizzed past. Sitting on the train, Aurelia wondered what it must be like to have magical parents. She was glad to have the car to herself. She didn't want to have to explain the somber look in her eyes while most students were jubilant and running car to car, sharing stories and jokes.
"Hullo? M-m-miss?" said a nervous voice. Aurelia looked up from her reverie. Her swimming, golden eyes locked with his timid, dark eyes. For a second, she felt her heart speed up a few beats and then slow back down.
It must be nerves, she thought, I need to relax. He's just a person.
"A toad? Have you seen one? I've lost mine," he said forlornly.
"I'm afraid I haven't. I'll let you know if I see him, though," and then, remembering her manners, added, "I'm Aurelia, by the way. Aurelia Gossens."
"I-I'm Neville Longbottom. And thanks," he uttered as he hastened to the next car, repeating his inquiries.
Longbottom? Why does that name sound familiar?
Four years later, Aurelia remembered the way her round eyes widened when it hit her. Although she lived in the Muggle world, her mother received the Daily Prophet and often explained its contents to Aurelia. She remembered seeing that Longbottom's parents had been murdered by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It was times like these that Aurelia was grateful that her parents were not involved in the magical world. There were enough dangers in the world for her to be worried about dark magic and misspoken spells.
As the train approached Hogwarts Castle, Aurelia's eyes went wide with delight. Spires curled up into the dazzling night sky like wisps of smoke spreading from a fire. The castle had hundreds—no, thousands of windows, and it seemed that all of them were ablaze. A glassy lake stood between her and her future. Quickly, she gathered her new robes about her and strode out into the night. Students bustled all along the train. Older students were gathering in carriages as a large, booming man yelled for the first-year students to follow him. Aurelia watched as students who knew each other formed small bunches and talked together in hushed, confidential whispers. She felt so alone. From the corner of her eye, she saw Neville standing in the back, looking as if he were fascinated by something on the ground by his feet. Aurelia swallowed hard and took a few cautious steps towards him. He didn't seem to notice or look up. She gained a few more inches of closeness as the students filled the small boats floating on the edge of the lake. Breathing a sigh of relief, Aurelia sat across from Neville in one of the wooden vessels. The other students in their boat shared in glee as the boats magically launched and began their journey towards the castle. For some reason, she felt that she and Neville could be good friends, and she hoped to meet several people like that during her stay at Hogwarts.
She's pretty, Neville's inner monologue sighed.
Although already a stunningly nervous person, Neville's tensions tripled when he got to her car. Aurelia reminded him of some of the pure-blooded witches of old. Her dominating feature was her delicately small size. She couldn't have stood more than a meter and a half in height and had a thin, gossamer frame. Like freshly fallen snow, her pale skin glistened and shone. Her face was perfectly round, matching her small, round, red mouth and round golden eyes. Dark eyebrows gave her a constant look of worry. Aurelia's hair was the only aspect of her that was outspoken. In a mousy brown, its fuzzy curls spun out from her scalp, forming a cottony, darling puff. She was still wearing her regular clothing of worn jeans and a white, wispy blouse and showed her only physical flaw... a dark heart-shaped mole at the base of her throat.
He had to run away before she caught on that he was staring. When they arrived at Hogwarts, he was surprised that he found himself gazing at her instead of the majesty of the castle. In her witch's robes, Aurelia turned into something of beauty. The black flowing fabric only enhanced the pallor of her skin. Neville felt his palms turn moist as she stepped nearer to him at the lake's edge. She smelled of rosewater and linen. His heart sped up a few beats. He almost wished she would get on another boat so the pressure on his lungs would release and he could breathe. Sitting in the boat, Neville looked up and saw those round, gooey eyes staring back at him. He was glad that the darkness of the night hid his blush. He was glad when they were separated on the other side of the lake.
Aurelia felt a tug on her robe sleeve as she exited the boat. Hogwarts loomed above her. The group of girls who had accompanied her and Neville on the boat were standing nearby. Aurelia was sure that the combination of excitement and nervousness in their eyes mirrored her own. She easily fell into conversation with them as they entered the large iron doors. A warm glow surrounded her from the light of so many candles. Even the students used to the luxuries of magic were in awe of the suspended candles and the moving portraits. Two of the older students led Hogwarts' newest additions up a large staircase and left them to wait. The students sat in stillness, in awe of what would happen to them next. A familiar sound broke the silence. "Croooaaaak." A small toad leapt in front of them. Neville quickly burst forward, claiming the toad as his own. A small tussle ensued between him and a blond, icy-eyed boy, but Aurelia was too engrossed in the sheer beauty of the front entrance to notice. Her ogling was short-lived, though. She was now face to face with the first professor she was to meet at Hogwarts.
Professor McGonagall was an elderly witch whose face was etched with the wisdom and tensions of many years of work. Her robes billowed around her in beautiful emerald green and brown, reminding Aurelia of her favorite gnarled tree in the park by her home. McGonagall instructed the students to follow her to the Great Hall. The mass of students walked through a maze of hallways. Some seemed to stretch into infinity, while others ended in dead ends. They went through doorways taller than Aurelia's home and others that taller students had to duck through. Finally, she stopped before a beautiful set of arched doors, and the noise of hundreds of students talking could be heard. Aurelia felt her stomach drop. If what her mother had told her was correct, this would be when they'd be sorted into their houses in front of all of Hogwarts. Aurelia had always been shy and was nervous about what her reaction might be, especially since her knowledge of the different houses was so small, except that her grandparents had both been Ravenclaws.
With a loud groan and the hushing of hundreds of students, the great doors opened, and Aurelia heard the gasps from the front of the room before she saw the room for herself. It was magnificent. The ceiling was so far above her that she couldn't see it. Four long tables sat on the floor of the room, filled with students in their robes, emblazoned with the crest of their House. A ornate golden table sat on a dais at the front of the room. Witches and wizards whom she assumed to be professors sat along it, sipping from gem-encrusted chalices. The man in the center had a long, winding beard and robes of purple and silver. His eyes were filled with age, wisdom, and kindness. His crease of a mouth smiled as the students were ushered forward. One of the girls from the boat whispered, "Oh! That's Dumbledore! He's the headmaster. He was the headmaster when my mother went here." Aurelia's breath caught in her throat, thinking of her mother and father and this part of her life that they wouldn't share. The wizened old man gingerly stood up from his chair and put up a wrinkled hand to signify that he would have silence.
After a warm welcome and an explanation of the sorting, he returned to his seat, eyes glittering. McGonagall and another student carried a worn, wooden stool and placed it on the dais. McGonagall had a wrinkly, old witch's hat in her other hand. She held a large piece of parchment out in front of her and called out the first name.
"Hermione Granger!"
Aurelia watched as Hermione nervously sat on the stool and the hat was placed upon her head. To the surprise of many, the hat came to life and spoke, though none could hear what it had to say until it yelled with a booming voice, "GRYFFINDOR!" Hermione took a sign of relief as the table decorated in red and gold clapped and cheered. Several more minutes went by, and more students got sorted into their respected Houses. When Neville went up to the hat, Aurelia realized how deeply she wished they would get into the same House, even though it made no sense. She had only known him for a few hours. What did he mean to her? It wasn't as if Neville was as handsome as some of the childhood crushes she fostered. He was rather short, and had a heavier frame. His hair was an unattractive shade of brown, and his face had a bit of an unintelligent stare. Something about him made her curious, though. Something her eleven-year-old mind couldn't fathom.
"Aurelia Gossens!" Aurelia's entire body tensed up. As if by a force other than her own will, her legs pushed her up onto the dais and onto the stool. The hat was put onto her head, and suddenly a deep voice filled her head like a radio.
"A Denshaw? I was wondering when I'd meet another. Typically, your family is a family of Ravenclaws. Full of cunning and intelligence, but you are rather different, aren't you? You seem to have a heart bigger than the biggest mind. You need practice on your magic, but I know you'll use it well..." Aurelia desperately wished to be a Gryffindor and fill the empty space beside Neville.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" A table of yellow and black erupted in applause. Tears flooded Aurelia's eyes. She blinked them away and nobly sat with her peers. The feast continued as expected. |
This is a fanfic story.
Genre: movies
Chapter 1
Riddick had finished the job early, a lot earlier than he had expected. The target had been a stupid son of a bitch with a thing for drunk teenagers. His ass was ghosted before he even realized he had to take a piss. The kill had been quick and clean. No one would ever suspect it was a hit. And no one would have cared. Apparently, everyone wanted his ass dead, but the only one with enough money had won Riddick's assistance.
It was only thirty minutes later, after he had left Jack, that he started to go back. On his way through the crowded streets, he got a weird feeling. He was just within a block of the apartment building when he pulled back into the shadows and waited. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but something told him to be patient, and he would find out. Sure enough, just as his instincts had indicated, a young woman about Jack's height left the building and stopped just on the sidewalk to start going through a small bag that hung over her right shoulder.
Her hair was long and wild, trailing down her back in dark curls that seemed to blend in with what looked like skin-tight black leather pants and a tight sleeveless gray shirt. Riddick felt his jaw drop when she turned in his direction, her eyes peering out onto the busy street. She was all dressed up and ready to go somewhere. But where would she go? Riddick couldn't believe what he was seeing. Jack was never the kind of kid to just leave without telling him. He knew it was wrong for him to keep her locked up in that apartment when he did "jobs." But he never once thought that she would step out looking like this. She was definitely not a little girl anymore. And dressed like that, she'd get herself into more trouble than she could handle.
It was at that moment he decided to follow her. See where she'd go and if she could handle herself. See what kind of guys she would go for.
Jack stood outside the apartment building and went to start putting on the spiked bracelet she had grabbed when she had the feeling of being watched. She looked toward her right, and only saw the crowds of people moving back and forth along the main street as though they were blood moving mindlessly through veins. Furrowing her brow, she put the matching bracelets on both wrists and decided to ignore the feeling. She wanted to have fun, god damn it. And nothing was going to ruin it for her.
Walking toward the downtown area, her mind began to think back on happier times with Riddick. Remembering the bittersweet moments when they would sit on the couch together, eating some kind of snack food while watching an old horror movie. How in her mind, she would put herself in the female lead's place and imagine Riddick was her counterpart. It was nice to imagine, it always had been, and she used to dream that once she was old enough, maybe he would tell her how he really felt about her. She only acted like she looked up to him, but in truth, she had loved him. She didn't see him as a brother or a father figure; she saw him as this wild creature she wanted to touch and explore.
Riddick had amazed her from the first moment she laid her innocent eyes on him. She never quite understood it then, but once she finally understood puberty and started to understand her body more, she began to realize she was pining over him. That everything about him fascinated her in a way no one else ever had. He made her feel in places she never knew existed. It always brought a swarm of movement through her system whenever she thought about him kissing her or being close to her, the way the characters would in a movie. She had never had that with anyone. And all she ever wanted was him. If only he knew, she would have given him everything.
The first club she laid her eyes on seemed like the right place to go. There didn't seem to be a big line out front as the sign shimmered with a lime green neon glow, "McClarick's Pub and Dance Club." "Bingo," she whispered to herself and proceeded across the street, dodging traffic with ease and made it to the other side completely untouched. Jack walked up to the doorman and flashed her ID, which he glanced over and motioned for her to go ahead. She smiled in reply and walked in, oblivious to the fact that he eyed her ass before she vanished inside.
Riddick was just a few steps behind her when he reached the bouncer. The guy gave him a fearful look and moved to the side, as though he already knew him. Riddick nodded and stepped inside, the blaring of music over the loudspeakers hit him quickly as he entered the dimly lit club. He kept his eyes on Jack as she made herself comfortable at the bar and ordered a drink. He also noticed a small group of guys staring at her as though she were a fresh piece of meat. And to them, that's all she was.
He felt a sliver of anger rise in his chest as he watched the tallest of the group leave the table and make his way toward the bar. Riddick had to use every ounce of his strength to restrain himself from doing anything rash. He would just sit back and watch, observe the situation until he thought it was time to step in and intervene. Well, maybe I should get a little closer, just in case things get too out of hand, he thought to himself and melted into the crowd. He was a mere shadow in the background when he moved silently toward Jack, close enough to hear what she said, but far enough so she wouldn't spot him. Riddick was just going to be another fly on the wall.
"Hey there, gorgeous, first time?" Jack swallowed the strong whiskey of her drink and turned her eyes to the left, where a rather good-looking guy with a pretty smile sat on the stool next to her. "Pardon?" she asked, wondering if this guy was for real. He folded his hands on the bar and looked into her eyes, playing his "prince charming" card. "I've never seen you here before." "Oh," she said in a flat tone and took another swig of her drink.
He was easy on the eyes with his sandy blonde hair slicked back into a tight braid. But it was something about his eyes that she didn't find attractive. He reminded her of Johns. "You're very observant," she added and wrapped her fingers around the cold glass and averted her gaze to the small television screen just above the bar. Some kind of commercial for male enhancement came on, and she had to stop herself from laughing hysterically. "You don't seem very talkative. I can respect that," his charming tone trailed off as his hand slipped away from the bar and made its way down her thigh, his fingers curling just inches away from her crotch. "I'm more of a 'Doer' myself."
Her body went rigid for a moment. Jack blinked a few times, guzzled down the last of her drink, and set the empty glass on the bar. With a sigh, she turned her attention to him in a slow movement and gave him a deadly glare. "If you don't mind," she said in a low voice, grabbed his hand, and tossed it away from her leg. "I'd prefer you not to touch me, thank you." Jack was starting to regret leaving the house. She never wanted this kind of attention. And she suddenly realized that she really wished Riddick was with her.
The guy suddenly grabbed her wrist, leaned in close, and snarled with a very hard, menacing voice, "Listen very closely, honey. You're going to be a good girl and come with me through those back doors. If you make one sound, I will make a point to leave your body somewhere where no one will ever find it. Understand?" Fear suddenly reared its ugly head as all she could do was nod in response. I'm so stupid, I should have stayed home. Oh God, Riddick, where are you? I'm so sorry, she thought inwardly and was led away from the bar, through the crowd, and taken through an old door to the back alley.
When they had stepped outside, a group of guys followed, about five in all. Jack was suddenly terrified of what they were going to do to her. "Alright, now that everyone's here, I believe an introduction is in order," the asshole announced and took hold of the back of her neck, forcing her to look at the men that were obviously not going to be saving her. "These gentlemen will be the ones that are going to fuck your pretty brains out. But not until I get the first go at you." She wanted to fight back, do something! She wasn't going to go down without a fight.
"Fuck You!" she barked and slammed her free hand right into his crotch, where she felt the sharp edges of her spiked bracelet make direct contact with his balls. He let out a surprised wail of pain and hunched over when she jerked away from his hold and elbowed him right in the nose, causing him to fly back and land in a large pile of sour-smelling trash. Jack had to keep herself on her toes as three of the men charged her, reminding her of a football team running full speed ahead into their opponents.
With a last-second decision, she jumped up into the air and prayed to whoever was watching over her that it would work. And as though the gods had smiled down in approval, her body spun through the air with a graceful roundhouse kick and landed the powerful blow perfectly, sending her would-be attackers sprawled out along the ground. Once her feet touched the ground, her legs were swept out from under her when two more guys tackled her to the hard pavement. She struggled and screamed but was silenced when one of the guys placed his hand over her mouth.
The other guy had taken a hold of her ankles, and with ease, they lifted her struggling body into the air. I'm going to die, her mind whispered in horror when a shadow seemed to emerge from the darkness. Everything seemed to blur over the next six minutes. She was pulled away and dropped on her ass, where she sat in shock at the vision before her. Riddick had disabled the men one by one as if they were no more than bugs under his feet. The two men that had her in the air were now running at full speed down the alley toward safety. The three she had nailed with her boot were trying to surround Riddick. But to their utter dismay, their bodies were flung about as though they were wet rags being tossed carelessly into the garbage.
Jack crawled back until her back hit the brick wall of the building and pulled her knees close to her body, unable to tear her eyes away. Swallowing the lump of terror, she witnessed Riddick snatch the leader of the group by the throat and dragged him up and off the ground. There was a steady line of red flowing down the front of his pants as he dangled helplessly above the ground, clawing at Riddick's unrelenting grip on his throat. "The next time you even think about hurting a woman, I will track you down," Riddick growled in a deep, threatening voice and watched the young man's face go pale.
"And when I'm finished with you, they won't be able to identify the body," Jack watched with a morbid fascination and witnessed the guy piss himself, only to be thrown to the ground. Riddick loomed there until the guy staggered onto his feet and limped into the darkness, following his cowardly companions. "Riddick, I," she stammered and felt her chest tighten when he turned and glared at her. "Let's go home. NOW!" he barked, and waited for her to get on her feet. With a swift movement, he snatched her left arm with his hand and dragged her ass onto the street and stomped through the crowds, toward the apartment building.
She didn't say a word as they walked through the hallway toward their apartment, where he unlocked the door, pushed her inside, and followed, slamming the door behind him. "What the hell were you thinking!?" he growled and watched her back up through the living room toward the wall. "Do you have any idea how incredibly fucking stupid that was?" Her face was a portrait of fear. She had never seen him this angry before. Ever.
"I wanted to do something on my own for once," she replied in a meek voice as he locked the door and went completely still, his body rigid with anger. "I didn't want to be cooped up, I'm sorry," He was across the room and in her face in a matter of seconds. It was so fast her pupils had to adjust to the sudden closeness of him. "Sorry?" his voice was so low she felt like it would suffocate the life out of her.
"This is why when I leave, you keep your ass here! This is not a fucking game, Jack. I thought you knew better than that," She couldn't take it anymore. Her heart was breaking, and if she didn't defend herself, she would forever be branded as a doormat. "I'm not a fucking child anymore, god damn it!" her voice boomed out defiantly, causing the muscles in his jaw to twitch.
"How dare you expect me to live as your fucking prisoner! I have my own mind and my own thoughts, and I am so fucking tired of you treating me as though I don't fucking exist!" He looked her up and down with disgust. "Then I should have left your ungrateful ass with Imam," Her jaw fell open as he turned and began walking away. "So that's it then? You're just going to walk away from me?" Jack said while struggling with the tears in her eyes. Her entire world was falling apart, and her heart was a breath away from becoming dust in the wind. "You heartless bastard,"
Riddick stopped in mid-stride and whipped around, his eyes shining with rage in the dim lighting of the apartment. "What did you just call me?" his voice, no longer caring, had dropped to a deadly octave. One that Jack never wanted to hear. When she didn't answer, he got in her face and had her backed against the wall. Her face was turned to the side as she clenched her eyes shut, terrified of what he might do to her. "I'm heartless? Is that right?" his voice was dangling on a veil of deadly intent as he fought with every urge in his body to not take her head off.
"If I'm so heartless, then why the fuck would I risk my neck, my life, to make enough credits just so that I can surprise you for your birthday? Huh?" his face pressed against hers, she trembled as tears began sliding down her flesh. Riddick was just too pissed to care. "Call me heartless, go ahead," he pulled back and watched her as she slid down the wall and curled up into a fetal position. He realized then that the anger he felt was out of pain. Jack had hurt him, cut him deep. Realizing this, his eyes softened at the sight of her falling apart. But there was nothing he could do to fix it. So he left the living room and went into the bathroom, slamming the door so hard behind him he nearly cracked the wall with just the force of his hand.
Jack sat there for a moment, rocking back and forth as tears spilled from her swollen eyes. All this time, he was just planning to surprise her. For her birthday.
How stupid she had been. "I have to fix this," she thought. "I can't say that I'm not lost and at fault. I can't say that I don't love the light and the dark. I can't say that I don't know that I am alive. And all of what I feel, I could show you tonight, you tonight."
Getting up on shaky legs, she wiped her face and started toward the bathroom. She was just too stubborn to let the night end like this. For one, they weren't done talking, and secondly, it was her birthday. Riddick wasn't going to back down now. "Riddick, please come out," her voice was hoarse, but she didn't care as she stood in front of the bathroom door, hoping that he wouldn't shut her out. "I know you can hear me. Look, I'm not done with this. I need to talk to you!"
The door swung open, and Riddick walked past her into his bedroom, just to the right of her smaller room. He didn't say a word as he stripped off his shirt, sat down on the edge of his bed, and started unlacing his boots. He was acting like she didn't exist, and it was beginning to cause her rage to boil to the surface.
"Oh, you don't mean no nothing at all to me. No, you don't mean no nothing at all to me. But you got what it takes to set me free. Oh, you could mean everything to me." With the last of her courage, she stormed into his room and used every ounce of her strength to slam the door behind her, literally cracking the beam that held it. Arms crossed tightly under her breasts, she glared at him as he stopped, then calmly placed his boots and socks to the side and stood up.
He brought his eyes to hers, a hint of warning dancing within his liquid blue silver orbs. "Get out, Jack," he said in a controlled voice and watched her glare back, unmoving. "I'm not going anywhere, Riddick. I'm fed up with this bullshit. We never talk anymore; you practically ignore me as though you don't give two shits about me!"
"Don't make me repeat myself," his voice dropped as he took a few steps toward her, his body emitting waves of dangerous energy that should have been enough to make her leave. But to his surprise, she didn't. "Jack... I'm not leaving until this is fixed," she retorted and held her head up high, an action that just oozed with defiance. "You're walking on razorblades," he growled and was now right in her face, glaring down into her eyes.
"From my hands, I could give you something that I made. From my mouth, I could sing you another brick that I laid. From my body, I could show you a place God knows. You should know the space is holy. Do you really want to go?" Before she could stop herself, she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled his face into a devastating kiss of wild abandon.
The pressure of his lips, soft and wet, pressed against her mouth, made the tension in her blood weave into a being somewhere deep within the depths of her womb. Skin hot, the feeling of his muscular chest firm, pressed against her chest. Demanding, starving, wanting, and needing. She wanted him, more than anything in the entire universe. She wanted to show him things she had only ever dreamed of.
Riddick pulled back just enough to breathe and looked into the depths of her large eyes. Jack was confused, angry, afraid, and... there was something else. A look of desire sparkled within her depths, and it caused a growl to lift away from his lips. Suddenly, he slammed her up against the wall, mouth still devouring hers in a series of ravenous kisses, and tore the leather pants away from her lower body as though it was no effort at all.
She gasped but held onto him as he hooked his fingers into her soft boy shorts and ripped them in half, tossing the pieces away. She felt her heart flutter with a fearful excitement when he used one hand to unbutton his pants and shimmy them down his hips, passed his ass. Taking a deep breath, he took his engorged cock and slipped the head at her moist opening, and then took her hips in both hands while she wrapped her legs around his waist.
With a hard movement of his body, he slammed every inch of his cock deep into her virgin cunt, causing a scream to echo away from her lips. He could feel her break and give, allowing him full access. He didn't stop; he began pumping, pounding in and out, causing her back to smack wildly against the wall next to the door. Her thighs trembled as moans spilled away from her shivering lips as tendrils of pleasure ripped through her when his mouth found the nape of her neck.
She let out a hoarse whimper as his teeth sank into the tender flesh, marking her, as he fucked her with every ounce of himself, making her his. Claiming her body. He could feel her walls shuttering and contracting around him. "Call out my name, Jack," he growled deep into her neck and began a rhythm with his hips that nearly caused her to scream. "Call out my name when you cum."
She couldn't think straight; she had never felt this before, not like this. Her body began to shutter as a mind-blowing orgasm took hold of her body and caused every inch of her being to scream out with pleasure. "Oh god, Riddick, I'm coming," she murmured at first until the final wave hit her like a typhoon. "Say it!" he growled as his climax neared. "RIDDICK!!" she howled, and suddenly lost all of her ability to think when he started slamming her hard against the wall.
The force of his thrusts was so great that plaster and bits of paint began to fall from the ceiling. Riddick let out a full-bellied roar as he pumped every last drop of his searing white hot cum deep into her convulsing pussy until he felt as though he would collapse. They stayed there, locked together, panting, sweating, bits of the ceiling clinging to his shoulders and back. Her legs trembled as she tried to regain her sanity, but he wouldn't let her fall.
Right when she felt her world spin out of control, she heard the three sweetest words slip away from his mouth: "Happy Birthday, Jack." |