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Wow! Yet another one:
Ryoga skidded into the dining area of the formal restaurant
with the chef hot on his trail and scanned the crowd for an
escape.
Should have made the chef Sweedish.
They'd both gotten a giggle out of the absurd sight of the
chef running out of the kitchen and crashing into a cart of food.
Methinks the tempo of the date is about to change.
Across the table, the woman was momentarily taken aback.
The
strage
strange
creature had landed in such a way that it looked almost
like a natural extension of her boyfriend's face. Even the eyes
were in the right place. In fact, they appeared to be staring
down the front of her low-cut dress...
*POW*
Ryoga's tentacles flared out in a circle around his head,
which was smashed from the force of her punch. Her boyfriend was
knocked cold.
Hehehe.
Akari Unryu had been having a bad week. First, she'd
botched a minor summoning and the resulting storm of mystical
energies had cost her a perfectly good follower.
The problems with being a witch.
Other witches
and warlocks were still laughing at her. Then her loyal familiar,
Katsunishiki, had been killed by a crazy local demon hunter.
Wonder what kind of familiar he was.
Uh, oh, she thought. "Eh, heh, no, not at all. I certainly
don't mind if you look under my table," she said loudly, hoping
the creature would understand.
Good luck
The hem of Akari's black dress caught his eye. Maybe...
Nah, he thought. Still, it couldn't hurt to check...
*SMACK* "Don't even think about it."
He should have known better.
Okay, maybe it could hurt, he ammended ruefully. "Terribly
sorry, Miss. It won't happen again," he hastily apologized,
standing up and backing away.
Akari leveled a cold glare at him. "See that it doesn't,
and bring my bill." She studied his butt as he hurried away.
Sorry there cutie, normally I wouldn't have minded, she thought
ruefully.
Quite the agressor, Akari is.
>
Gasping a quick curse
And in this case the curse would have a better effect then a mere 'screw
you' would from a normal person. :)
Depending on one's frame of mind, the basketball sized demon
with tentacles sticking out everywhere might have caught your eye
first, but anyone with even the slightest interest in females
would have noticed the _underwear_ first.
It Akari hadn't of been wearing any,
Awkward. Not sure what you meant. You'd better reword that.
AH! it thinks, flowing through small spaces in the ceiling.
Through one crack it can see a young girl, around 15 or 16 years
old, in a pink dress. She is very cute and innocent, although a
bit flatchested, and sets the demon's tentacles atwitching just
looking at her.
you just know things are going to be botched up somehow.
Cautiously, it extends its senses through the wall,
examining the room. Not versed in the ways of the human world,
most of what it finds baffles it. But that's not important. What
is important is that the cute girl is alone, not registering any
more than the usual background magic,
heh
Only to halt, as something is clearly not right here. What
it had assumed to be underdeveloped breasts have turned out to be
pectoral muscles slightly enhanced by padding. The tentacles
around her throat relaxed, allowing her to breathe and spit the
tentacle out.
One tentacle pulls the 'Hello Kitty' panties down her legs
so that it could check. It closes its eyes in disgust as its
worst fear comes true. Yep, there was a penis.
Tsubasa
Hehehehhehe,.
"OH HO HO HO HO HO!" a new voice broke in, cackling in
triumph. The demon writhed in even more pain from the horrendous
laugh. "So, the foul creature thinks it can invade the St.
Hebereke school for girls and get away with it? Not while I,
Kodachi Kuno, the Black Rose, patrol its halls!" Kodachi stepped
through the now shattered door in time to see Tsubasa pull his
panties up.
You are an evil person, Kichi
"Why do you persist in this petty torture?" she asked,
bemused. "Surely you cannot have the same hate of these things as
one of my own gender can."
Tsubasa looked up at her coldly. "Why? I'll tell you why.
Just LOOK at my dress! It's ruined! This rotten pile of crap
tore my favorite dress to shreds!"
Heheh
She
He
Turning with a roar, it pounded toward her, jaw agape. In
the hall girls scattered, screaming. Only a few stayed to watch.
One narrowed her eyes, quickly predicting the outcome.
Sidestepping its rush neatly, Kodachi threw several clubs to
bounce off of its head as she jumbed
jumped
Kodachi ignored the breif
brief
Hanging up the phone, Akari walked back through her house on
the outskirts of Tokyo. To the casual observer, it looked much
like a small farm. A carefully tended herb garden was close to
the house, and chicken coops and a small barn dominated the other
end.
The only thing that really spoiled the small farm look was
the large pool, sun deck, and jaccuzi. Being the head of your own
cult had its perks.
I should say so.
Carefully shutting the door behind her, Akari left to
prepare. She'd breifly
briefly
Sadly, she'd had to nix the idea. Gosunkugi was the only
virgin left in the cult, and she doubted it would feel honored to
have him for the night.
Heheheeh
Finding the appropriate virgins in the
wild was very difficult, and in the cult it was nigh impossible.
Of course, what do you expect from a group that has a
Tuesday night social and orgy?
True
A girl about his own age stared back at him, eyes wide. She
held what looked kind of like a broad palm leaf, but on closer
inspection was revealed to be plastic, and was gently fanning
Ryoga with it. Oddly, she didn't have a shirt on and her breasts
were completely covered in a dark syrup.
Nice picture.
"Umm, your... Umm?" Oh, no, she thought. How do I address
this thing? "Your, your yourness?"
Heh
Ryoga's eyes widened. Where am I? he wondered. This can't
be happening. It's all a dream. He begain
began
to grow more
confident. After all, he thought, it's a dream. I can't be hurt
in my own dream, can I? I can do anything I want, and no one can
stop me! He giggled slightly, a weird slurping sound that froze
Maguro in her tracks. Imperiously, he waved one tentacle. "Have
the fool known as Ranma Saotome brought to me, that I might have
my revenge!"
hehehehe.
Ryoga waved a tentacle imperiously, imagining the look on
Ranma's face when he had him brought before him in chains. He
sniggered.
Outside, Maguro met Dr. Kanjiruii, the afformentioned
aformentioned
expert, just as she was rounding the corner away from the
bedroom. Ignoring the noisily silent
'noisily silent'?
The doctor shook his head sadly. "That's too bad, but
them's the breaks." Looking up with a slightly maniacal gleam in
his eye, he continued. "Still, it'd be a shame to waste two
perfectly good chocolate covered nipples!" he said gleefully and
lunged in her direction.
Sidestepping deftly, she kneed him in the groin.
Heheh
Author's notes: Yes I did originally intend for this to be a
humor oriented lemon series, but I wussed out on the sex and left
it lime.
Boo hiss.
I didn't want it to be like the other lemon series I've
read, where the author threw in at least one gratuitous sex scene
per chapter. Not that I've a problem with that, but that's not
what this is about. This is a lemon series about people NOT
getting laid.
Well, that's diffferent then
Ah well. It was cute while it lasted. Nice work. Just a few grammer
mistakes.