A little gift from your half-pint friend's bro. But enough about him, let's get started with some learning!" Edd protested, flailing about as hard as he tried, but the restraints were bound too tight, too well. Marie's smile grew and she leapt onto the table, straddling Edd at the waist. She leaned down and began kissing Edd's face, as hard as that was with him struggling. "All right, Mr. Hard-to-get. Let's see if those mags knew what they were talking about." With that, Marie's kisses began to move down from Edd's face to his neck. She suckled on his neck, sending a shivering wave across Edd's body. It was a strange feeling, as unwelcome as it was. He couldn't imaging the amount of washing he would have to do to get rid of this. Marie let her long, blue hair glide across Edd's neck as her tongue inched its way down his neck to his chest. She tongued and played with his thin chest, letting the tips rise a bit and grow sensitive.

"What are you doing?" Edd asked, his voice fluttering a little. Marie craned her neck up.

"If those mags were right, something you'll never forget." And with that she spoke no more. Edd continued to protest, but found his voice growing lighter as Marie's tongue waved across his body. He felt strange, although the feeling was becoming less intolerable. In fact it was growing almost likeable. The blue-haired girl scratched her teeth lightly against his exposed skin, kissing and caressing with her mouth. Slowly she swayed her head to the edge of Edd's swim trunks. She hummed to herself pleasedly. Edd wondered what it was she'd seen when she lifted her head. Risen in the air, Edd's lower extremities had swelled. He was stunned, not realizing it had even happened until Marie showed him.

"What did you do?" his voice barely a whisper. Marie moved her hips down to straddle him at his midsection. She leaned her head down,

"Everything," and kissed him. Edd didn't fight it. He at first too lost in conflicting messages to resist. Everything he'd known about Marie Kanker was, on the one hand being proven true, and yet, at the same time, falling apart. He'd known she was desperate to have him, and knew she was controlling and ill-tempered. He knew she was his near-opposite. What he didn't know, until now, was that he liked it. He liked the dichotomy that was apparent between them. He liked the way she'd been different from her sisters like he had been from his friends. He liked Marie. As her hips bore down on his, he aided in the kiss now, instead of resisting or remaining neutral. Marie felt Edd's tongue enter her as much as she did to him. Something went through them that neither of them needed to say. Marie reached into her nurse’s hat and pull out a key. She reached up and released the restraints on his arm. She then tossed the key aside. He embraced her, pulling her tight to him, feeling her body through the false clothing. He ran his hands through her hair and pushed her face into his, not wanting to break their first true kiss.

Suddenly, Marie reached up just enough to remain on each other's lips, but giving her enough space to tug off the top of the outfit with a few light pulls. The cloth fell to the floor with a light thud. Marie broke the embrace and arched her back, holding down Edd at the same time. Edd had never seen a girl's breasts before. The experience was exhilarating. He reached out a hand and felt one. It was supple and soft. As his fingertips glided across Marie's nipples, she let out a soft sigh. She placed her hand against his and pushed his grip in tighter. He needed no more guidance. Edd began caressing and kneading her breasts, watching as the nipples began to firm up and stiffen. Now it was his turn. Edd reached up with surprising strength and wrapped his mouth around Marie's closest breast. Her skin was freshly washed and as silken as a rose. He lolled his tongue around the tip of her breast, feeling every inch of it as long as he could.

Their breathing grew shorter and more forceful. Edd played a hand across her lithe body, feeling the sleek curve of her stomach. Suddenly, he found his movement impeded by the skirt she had fashioned. He took hold of her waist and forced her down. At that moment, Edd noticed that Marie wasn't wearing underwear, the thin material of his bathing suit folding precisely around the thin curves of her womanhood as it pressed against his member. This only increased his arousal, and he pulled her even more forcefully. Marie reached down and ripped at the thin cloth, tearing it off easily. She laid fully down onto Edd, letting her naked body slide against him with their every movement. Edd reached down and squeezed her firm, small behind. His hands reached down with the intention of feeling more of it when his fingertips glimpsed the edges of her womanhood. She flinched, and cooed into his mouth. He pressed his advantage and moved his hands around to feel her as nobody else had. He knew little about what exactly to do, and was grateful when Marie's hand reached down and guided his hands like a lustful Ouija cue, finding sentences of pleasure neither of then had ever experienced. The pressure at his waist was becoming intense. His swim trunks were too confining. With a moan, he lifted his hips off the table and tugged down his shorts, their cold wetness resting at his bound feet.

There they were. Edd and Marie Kanker, only a day before bitter enemies and now something far more than friends. With Marie smothering his face with hers, Edd couldn't see what was down there, but he could feel it with immense clarity. Pressed against his rod was something warm, and somewhat slick in places. As she ground her hips against him, it would begin to envelop him, but only a little. He had seen...that. And Edd knew what he had to do. He grabbed Marie slightly above her waist and pushed her up, so that their bodies joined at ninety degrees. He saw Marie and wondered how he couldn't have realized how physically stunning Marie was. Her thin, sculpted body was tight and well-tanned. Her curves were nearly perfect, her breasts in perfectly proportioned. She truly was beautiful, he thought. He then looked down and saw it staring at the sky, fully erect. Marie was still grinding and swaying her hips, almost out of reflex. He looked askingly in her eyes.

She nodded almost imperceptibly, but it was enough. Marie reached down and touched it, soothing it with her hands. She gripped it very lightly, and lifted her hips with the gentlest of motions. They both looked down, not wanting to miss a single moment of this first experience. Marie had imagined this for a long time, and her wishes were ultimately being made real. Edd felt the tip of his rod press against the warm slickness of Marie. Achingly slowly Marie lowered herself, moaning and gasping every few moments as she filled herself with Edd's body. When she was halfway inserted onto Edd, he felt a resistance, something firm, yet giving. A tear began to rise in Marie's eye. She reached down and kissed Edd again, and forced herself completely onto him in one sudden movement. The resistance gave for a split second before giving way completely, and Marie yelped into Edd's mouth, frightening him a bit. She reached up, the tear still there. Edd could see with the smile on her face that it was one of pure joy. He reached up and wiped it off her face.

For many moments, neither of them moved a muscle. The experience was too new, the emotions too chaotic. They breathed in short, flittering bursts, the sweat from both their exertion and their nervousness causing their bodies to glisten in the moonlight. Marie took the initiative, and began swaying her hips in a pendulum fashion, slowly. Edd grasped her hips and began pacing his own thrusting motions with her, ensuring that he was as deeply inserted within her as he could be. The swaying increased in speed, although it was still very slow. Marie's breaths soon became short gasps as new sensations twitched within her. Edd was overcome with the intense feeling of his member being surrounded by her tight, caressingly slick flesh. It felt as if every part of it was tugging at him, trying to force him inside and never release him. He gladly let it try as their hips began to separate in their trusting. The cool air brushed against the base of his now wet shaft when it wasn't enveloped by Marie's voluptuous body. It prickled at his skin and made him wish to stay even deeper within her. His thrusts began to outpace hers and he could feel the sharp slapping sound of their hips colliding. Marie was now speaking in a language of gasps and soft moans, her eyes rolling about in her head as she lost her grasp on the world around her, and gave herself over to sensation. She tried to match Edd as best she could, but he was thrusting too quickly. Something had arisen within him, something that needed to be. All his life Edd's had been one of restraint and logic, of laws and protocols. Now, in one night, he was tossing that all aside for this one night of ecstasy with Marie. He could get used to this, he thought through the waves of euphoria.

Edd raised his body, and Marie curled her legs around him, making sure their sexes were as deeply connected as they could. Their pace became furious now, their bodies sliding against each other, and their lips being completely locked. Marie bucked her hips down as Edd thrust her body up with his. They timed each other's movements perfectly. The perfect couple. Edd almost felt a tear of his own come down when suddenly he began feeling something new. Marie's grip on him was becoming vice like and almost painful. Her hands were now almost drawing blood across his back. Her insides were clenching, tugging him, pulling as hard as they could. The movie had a name for this, but he couldn't recall it. He couldn't care either, as Marie's death grip suddenly peaked, and for a few moments she didn't breathe, and then it suddenly drained out from her, her entire body going slack, her breath going out in ragged puffs. He was sill firm, though, and he suddenly found a new slickness to her, and it enticed her in an odd way that felt incredible. He could feel a buildup of pressure deep within him from below his member. He thrust harder and harder, his body beginning to tense as hers had. Suddenly it built up like a river behind a water hose. Edd pulled Marie down onto him with almost animal ferocity and, with a sharp grunt, released inside of her, feeling hot fluid coat every part of her. Marie breathed in deeply as she felt the exchange, her body prickling at the slick feeling. Utterly without any more energy, they two fell back, Marie still grasping onto Edd, their lips finding each others after many moments of reaching. As the moon peaked at last, the two lovers held each other and entered into fulfilled, contented sleep.

The source is Anonymous of 4chan.

Hope this got some people inspired

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>>74101
Ok
One, fuck you buddy. My paychecks have split apart as badly as they already are
Two, on the other hand, this is well written. Very well written. And hot.
...
We'll see.

>>74068

>>74128
That was uncalled for.

>>74130

>>74135
No, please! I have a family!

You read part one now are you ready for part 2:

Sunlight filtered into the trailer in thin, grasping tendrils that gave the bedroom an odd half-light. Shapes seemed to distort in the uneven lines of brightness, fighting hopelessly through the torn curtain that overlapped the window. As soon as the first of the feeble lines lashed over Edd's eyes, he awoke. He felt...strange. He felt sweaty and an unfamiliar, yet somehow intoxicating scent cloyed in the air. It wasn't until he tried to wipe the sweat from his brow did he realize his situation. As he moved his arms, the light jingling of his chains told him all he needed to remember the last night: the hot, warm feeling of body pressing deeply against body, the quick sighs, the slow moans. Marie.

After an ambush in the woods, Edd had been kidnapped by Marie Kanker and lashed to the bed he was still entrapped by. His arms were free, but his legs were still chained to the posts. He was about to call out, when he heard a collection of whispers from behind the door. He was confused when he heard the sound of fists beating against palms. His mind began to wander. Perpaps Marie went to her sisters and now, in vengeful fury, he was going to see his life ended with him totally in the nude. Although he had been given a small strip of cloth in his sleep that covered only his most private areas, this was still far from a dignified way to go, and certainly...the door opened. Edd closed and put his hands over his eyes, not wanting to see the end come. He then cracked his hands and stole a small peek when he heard the door close and lock. There was somebody in the room with him this time. He hazarded a guess.

>>74146
"Marie?"

"Nice try, smarty-guy." The voice was ululating with a familiar drawl and slight lisp. He blanched.

"May?!"

"Guess you're the brains after all." Edd opened his eyes. At the foot of the bed, wearing a pink tank-top and blazing red shorts was May Kanker. Edd tried to divert the conversation, both at the girl and in his own mind, away from what seemed to be the obvious.

"Where...where is Eddy? And Ed? Tell me they're safe!" She rolled her eyes and grabbed the edge of the bed. Her lean caused the loose shirt to hang down, exposing her chest to him. He averted his eyes as best he could.

"They broke loose. Lee can't tie knots!" Her answer was nonchalant, as if it was merely the distraction that it was. "But enough about them, let's talk about you, lover boy."

"Lover boy?" he asked, fooling himself.

"Ah, c'mon! Dontcha remember, last Valentine's Day?" It was a memory Edd had fought to suppress, although that fighting was now all for naught. After a series of almost comical mixups, Edd and May were convinced that they had feelings for each other, only to be separated by their respective counterparts.

"But May," he stuttered, "surely you must remember that that was simply a mistake!" She retained an ear-to-ear smile.

"I don't think THAT'S a mistake, hunk," she said pointing. Edd looked down and noticed the cloth that shielded his lower self was now peaked with the workings of his erection. He blushed, turning his face cherry red. He reached up and pushed it down. May crawled onto the bed on all fours, showing her breasts to the fullest, and shaking her rear like a jungle cat. Edd tightened his grip, and was surprised when May continued her prowling crawl and brought her mouth up to his ear.

"Aw, you felt somethin' that day." With that, she began pecking and suckling on Edd's neck and shoulder. As she inched her way down, licking and nibbling his chest, Edd felt his grip loosen slightly. She slowly made her way back up, her offset teeth giving her love bites an animal passion. He looked down and saw the swathe of her golden blonde hair swaying gently left and right, with small patches of it clumping with her sweat. The shocks of sensual feeling with each nip drove him further and further out of his senses, and into the deep, warm waters of his own desire. After a few more unbearable moments, Edd reached a hand from the cloth and cupped May's chin. She twitched in surprise, but let him lead her face to his. He whispered back, low as to be almost inaudible, "I want to feel it again." May's eyes almost teared up as their eyes closed and they locked themselves together. For minutes, their kiss remained, their feelings, long since locked away, poured to the fore, coupled now with the intensity of lovers. May ran her hands across Edd's body, feeling every taut muscle, every inch of smooth flesh. One hand errantly reached for the cloth, but stayed there once it had landed. She could feel him, more than a handful, through the cloth. Edd, not wishing to rush this sensation any more than his blistering want demanded, reached up with his hand and clutched May by the shoulder. He pressed the straps of the ineffectual shirt to her body and pulled them down her arms, both pinning her arms to her side, and allowing him to feel with his fingertips May's delicately pale flesh. Her breasts, while perhaps not as large as Marie's, were tipped with readied nipples, the loose fabric and sensual atmosphere having excited them to firmness already. Keeping May firmly pinned, Edd broke their kiss and began to kiss and peck, as May had done, down her neck and onto her body.

>>74147
When Edd reached her breasts, he showed no mercy. He licked and suckled the tender flesh, lolling his tongue around her areola, and slipping the nipple through his teeth. He found he could brace her stiff tip between his teeth and rock his tongue side to side, causing her to grunt and grimace from the wonderful feeling. He could feel her chest heave as her breathing grew faster. Her body would tremble now and again as new sensations overwhelmed her. May lifted her arms out of the shirt Edd had restrained her with and ducked them under the cloth. Edd's heart skipped once as her fingertips cradled his stiff piece. The sudden gasp of air he took in was ice cold against her breast, stiffening it even further. She began toying with it, stroking it left and then right. Side to side. Up and down. Eventually, she could bear the lustful tongue lashing no more and she pulled back. Their eyes locked only for a moment before she ducked down and lifted the cloth up. May had never seen a boys part before. Of course she had heard the lewd talk, the bawdy references, and the banana jokes, but none of them could hold a candle to the sight which she now was experiencing. It wasn't a spectacle, nothing that any layperson could call miraculous, but to May, seeing the love organ of the man she wanted gave it a quality of mystery. It seemed to pulse and twitch in an odd rhythm with his heartbeat. She smiled.

Edd was losing it. Really losing it. He was prepared to do things to May that not even a day ago he would have flatly denied. And likely run. But now, as her hot, fast breath washed over his member, Edd could think of nothing more than how he'd like her to...she did. It began with a twitch, a feeling he almost shrugged off as just another part of him rebelling. But then it happened again. Then again. The slick contact of skin against skin told him that May was sliding her tongue against his part. He couldn't see anything. He didn't want to. Underneath the cloth and May's shining hair, Edd could only dream of what was happening to him. Only he didn't have to dream. May's confidence grew, and she began to run her tongue from the base of his part to the very tip, lashing her tongue around the head. Edd couldn't stifle a moan, and May continued, invigorated.

She began to wrap her lips around him, starting with his tip and then, slowly than one could notice, began moving her head down, flailing her tongue inside her mouth as she did so. Edd would jerk to and fro, insensate from the pleasure. As he did as such, May reached down with her hand and began caressing herself, touching her moistening slit through the tight cotton shorts. Edd, through the fog of lust, noticed, and began running his hands down her back, quickly moving his hands down to caress her rear. This had the bonus of pushing her in slightly without her noticing. Edd kneaded her bottom, but found his fingers inexorably finding themselves between the tight-fitting shorts, rubbing against her unprotected petals. Every time he'd find them, May would buck forward slightly in reaction, pushing herself deeper down onto him. Edd began to use this to his advantage, thrusting his hips forward and playing with her lips, until a steady movement formed.

>>74149

"Not so fast..." she said, her voice breaking with the rapid pace of her breathing. Edd was incredulous. The pressure welling up within him was titanic; there was no way he could simply stop now. Something, buried deep within his psyche, the nagging voice that had guided him with clarity and wisdom for years, said nothing. It was not that it offered some other, acceptable alternative that he could ruminate upon...it simply shut up. Edd's look glazed over for a moment, but in their sweaty ecstacy, May could hardly tell. Then, in an instant, Edd grasped May by the shoulders again. She cooed and puffed out her chest, ready for more of the nibbling and suckling. What she was not ready for was when Edd, the calm, reserved, patient member of the group, suddenly spun her around and began reaching for the elastic of her shorts.

May said nothing, too shocked by his forwardness and her own want to complain. Edd had leaned forward to get a better grasp of May's shorts. She could feel him poking her even through the thin cotton. She wondered what it would feel like when he...the shorts came down with forceful precision. As he grasped her hips, May took one of his arms and turned her head to look at him. She was slightly alarmed by what she saw. The man preparing to take her womanhood was hardly the epitome of caution she was used to. There was a fierce look in his eyes, almost inhuman. Perhaps any other day, she might have been frightened by the sight. Now, however, she was fully ready to take him in, something she had fantasized many a night over since that fateful February.

Edd shifted his knees, bringing his head within inches of May's slit. He didn't even need to see, her warmth being guide enough. He slid his piece in between the folds of her silken petals, slickening his rod. May grunted softly and tried to push forward. Edd reaffirmed his grasp of her and pulled her back, the motion pushing him inside of her, his head disappearing within. May closed her eyes as it happened. She gripped the sheets with a clenched fist as her virginhead was taken from her, the quick pain fluttering in her for only a moment. There was no stopping Edd as he was now, and woe betide any who would try. As he leaned forward, burying his shaft into the young blonde girl in front of him, Edd felt the fuzzy haze of lust become a comforting cloud on inhibition. Feeling her warm rear pat against his waist, Edd held on tightly, pulling her as deeply as he could onto him with their first thrust. May let go of Edd's arm and buried her head into the sheets.

>>74150
Hot. That was what his shaft told him. She was very hot now that she was his. Tight. That was what his head told him. She was tight as he was her first. Wet. That was what both told him. She was entirely slick because she wanted him. As he pulled out an agonizingly sensual inch at a time, he understood that he wanted her as well. And he would have her. Again, and again he would have her. Every time the word entered his mind, he thrusted forward, forcing himself into her welcoming body over and over. It wasn't quite the loving passion that he first felt with Marie, it was more...animalistic. A moment after his rumination, May began to slowly rise. He couldn't allow that, and placed his hands on her back, forcing her back down. Using the placement as a fulcrum, he began thrusting faster and harder, and her legs began to spread as she could no longer hold herself up in the wake of such wild love. She reached one of her hands, now too tired to even grip the sheets, down to the top of her slit, stimulating herself as was her custom. Taking this as an affront to his newly minted prowess, Edd grabbed the arm with unusual force and pulled it away. May moaned in between her pacing breaths, but Edd either couldn't hear it or didn't react.

Suddenly he grasped her across her stomach like a wrestler and, true to such a form, pulled her up and placed himself on bottom, with her on top as if he were merely standing behind her, their bodies still connected. Edd could feel and hear her breathe. She was sweating deeply, just the exertion of staying upright nearly draining her. That was his job, something inside of his reminded him. With that, he went to work. One hand reached up to her breasts and began to fondle their delicate softness, flicking and twisting the now fully erect nipples. The other reached down to where they met. He shifted his fingers left and right, reaching and probing for...he found it. Though May couldn't see it, a savage grin crept over his face. He slowed his pace, as fast as it already was, savoring her sweet smell, feeling the cooling flick of her blonde hair as it moved across his glistening body. Just as May began to relax, he dove in with his fingers, twitching and poking her button. At the moment her body tensed, he redoubled his thrusts, her newfound tightness more ecstatic than he could have imagined.

May couldn't hold up to this barrage of sensation. Peeps and whimpers became fully fledged moans as he pistoned himself within her and had his way with her most sensitive place. Her every muscle gave way to spasming without any sort of rhythm or pace, the inchoate lust removing all semblence of control. Her breathing became ragged through the gasping and moaning she was doing. Suddenly, her muscles began contracting with a hint of regularity. Something was happening to her, unfamiliar, yet welcome. It fluttered in her stomach and reached down to her loins. Soon it felt as if her body was flooded with electricity as her every muscle tightened at once. She reached down and gripped Edd as tightly as she could in her compromising position. She could hear Edd's sharp, forced breathing, his head brought down onto her shoulder. Then, with the incredible exertion her lust had put upon her coming back to take their toll, May entered the realm of unconsciousness, completely contented. Edd, however,was far from finished.

>>74151
He felt May come, as foreign as that term was to him. What he did know was that her womb suddenly gripped his part with an inescapable deathclutch that felt so incomparably good he felt words could only be paltry imitations. Then, like a puppet cut away from it's strings, May's nude body went slack and her breathing began to slow back to a rate of normalcy. His heart, however, was still racing, the experience of sex still fresh in his mind. He knew he could keep going. And he did. As May went lifeless in his arms, Edd rolled her onto the bed. She was like a work of art, with her golden hair splayed out across the bed and over her closed eyes. It seemed almost criminal to disturb such a beautiful sight. Almost. Collecting May's legs, he connected them at the knees and lifted them up into the air, her lower legs dangling uselessly in her unconsciousness. Still pulsing with desire, Edd moved himself forward quickly, no longer needing to be concerned with the formalities of lovemaking. As he thrust himself back inside of May, Edd began his own end.

True love existed, Edd thought. That night, as tasted his first experience of sex with Marie, he understood this to be true. As they were coupled together but for the briefest moment of their lives, an eternity of understanding went between them. That was love. This, he realized as he slapped his thighs against May's behind, was not love. It was lust, pure and unadulterated. She had wanted her first encounter, and Edd had given it to her. As much as Valentine's Day had meant, it was meaningless in this. Wrapping his arms around her legs, Edd continued thrusting, unconcerned with her feelings towards the matter. Eventually it wasn't enough, and, while considerably pleasurable, couldn't bring him to the climax he demanded. He split apart her damp legs and, in a single fluid motion, placed himself firmly on top of her, cradling her head in his arms and began thrusting, much more satisfied with the deepness and intensity he could bring to bear.

Sound began to fade into nothingness. All he could hear was his own paced breaths, the rhythmic pat of their bodies connecting, and May's forced exhalation. The pressure continued building. Edd gripped a handful of her hair and clenched it tightly. He kissed her neck to stifle his own moan as he released inside of her, the feeling like a tidal wave. He could feel the thick fluid rushing through her no-longer virgin womb, his finishing thrusts compacting it as tightly as he could within her. As he pulled out for the last time, he brought himself up with the last reserves of his strength. He saw the thick white liquid flow out of her, and collapsed. With his final seconds of consciousness, Edd kissed May softly on the cheek and rested his arm across her, the blackness once more taking him in like an old friend.

That's all for now. Lee could be coming before the night is over with.

>>74135 In b4 trollface.

DD's harrowing tale takes a turn for the interesting

Hours went by like seconds in Edd's mind. He couldn't remember much in the dreamlike state he was in. Don't do it, a voice within him said, don't remember. Like a warm breeze, his arm moved somewhere in the distance. Was he dead? Edd didn't know. Another feeling, hot and firm. The sensation was familiar. He was being cleaned. Perhaps he was dead, and this was some sort of limbo where he would drift endlessly. The sensation moved down his chest, a few memories came back. A school bus, embarrassment, a lake. As the warmth moved lower and lower down his body, more memories. Fear. Dark shapes moving in the woods, his friends lost to horros unseen. Like sand moving down a doomsday hourglass, the memories flooded back in. Chains, girls laughing, girls...the feeling reached the end. All of the last day came back to him in a cascade of moans and labored breath. The unfathomable things he had done came rushing into his mind unbidden, and threatened to pull him into a place where...he woke up.

Edd stared up at the ceiling, seeing the near-collapsing material sag down at him, as if it too were trapped here and wanted him to release it. He felt cold. Looking, he found he was still naked, but at least somebody had the good decency to wash him. Marie? With that thought, he began devising ways to get out of this sexual gulag. Perhaps a makeshift pin made out of a bedspring would undo his manacles? Before he could bring about any more internal discourse, the door, harbinger as it was, filtered in more noise. The voices were raised now. There were three, and all of them he could now recall. Marie and May were heatedly arguing with who had to be Lee, leader of the Kanker sisters. What they were specifically saying was lost behind the ill-painted wooden door, but clearly someone was angry. He almost began approaching the door to gain a better vantage when suddenly a fight broke out. The trailer swayed and rocked back and forth as the melee he couldn't see progressed. Animal yowls and screams beckoned from the door. After a horrifying minute, the sounds stopped. Then, like the painfully bad horror films Ed was wont to see, plodding, heavy footsteps approached the door. Edd wished there was at least the cloth strip to hide himself behind now. As the door creaked open, Edd could feel only terror.

>>74245

Entering the room, her thick curls of red hair glinting like hellfire in the dusky glow of the room, was Lee Kanker.

"I hear you did some things to my sisters, bighead!" the intensity of her voice was umistakable. Edd crawled back away from her as far as his chains would allow him to. Instead of the sultry crawl her sisters had used, Lee walked straight upon the bed, her feet creaking the overtaxed springs. She stalked forward, her lip upturned in disdain and anger. Edd tried to back away further, but he hit the wall, literally and metaphorically. Lee wrapped her gauntlet-like hand around his neck and lifted him up so that their faces were mere centimeters apart. Although her eyes remained permantly obscured by her curled locks, Edd could feel them burning through his soul like a high-induction plasma cutter. She grinned with her crooked teeth, like the smile of a tiger before it devoured its' catch. Edd braced for the welts and bruises to come, but was taken aback when the only thing he felt strike him were Lee's lips against his own.

"You saved the best for last, Double-D..."

Edd was mortified. More? After all he had been put through already? Couldn't she understand he was growing tired and sore from the near-constant lovemaking? She didn't care, of that much he was certain, when her kiss broke and she chokeslammed him into the bed. He instinctively covered his nudity, as pointless a gesture as that seemed to be.

"Been waitin' for this," she said with a glint of malign satisfaction. As Edd cowered away from the older girl, she popped the button on her shin-length jeans and tugged them off. Underwear seemed to be a rare commodity amongst the Kankers, as even Lee lacked them. From his low vantage, Edd could see Lee was already prepared for what was going to happen. The small tuft of scorching hair on her pubice was glinting with moistness, although she warped her finger around the area for good measure. She got onto her knees and, with a deft brutality, opened Edd's closed legs and pinned them with her own knees. Needing only one hand, she removed his protecting hands from his genitals. Perhaps from the simple fear response, he wasn't engorged. Her scowl reappeared.

"No good, boy toy, I'm gettin' mine too!"

Lee grasped his piece in a grip that wasn't entirely pleasant. She began tugging it gracelessly as Edd, entirely too frightened to resist or call out, simply grunted or yelped as either the natural feeling of it pleased him, or her abusive manhandling brought him pain. He could feel himself unwillingly enlarge as she continued to stimulate him. There was no foreplay, not the soft lovebites or gentle caresses. Lee hadn't even removed her shirt. Lee stopped ended her ministrations and looked down, her sidelong smirk indicating she was happy with the results. Kicking a freckled leg over him, Lee showed Edd her posterior as she reversed her position.

"Girly mag says it feels better when I aint' lookin' atcha." Without any ceremony, without the soft tenderness or understood passionate quickness, or anything approaching kindness, Lee dropped herself onto his shaft. She had no maidenhead, likely it had been taken by herself at some point. Instead there was simply hot wetness, and the sensation that needed no love to be felt. And there was no love. As Lee began to moan and coo to herself, she began reciting names that weren't Edd's.

that's all so far... right now original thread on 4chan is autosaging with the Lee story still incomplete.

>>74248
It's not auto sageing yet. We still have a few posts left. I'm trying to get him to move over here.

>>74249
More's being added, quick, someone copy it over!

Of all the indignities...kidnapped, embarassed, humiliated, and now even raped. While he was certainly not expecting his first experience to be anything like what it was, there was still, in the end, consent. Even with May, he found himself wanting it on a base level. He simply couldn't say no to her adorable mannerisms or her lithe body. He was being denied everything now, simply to satiate Lee's sexual cravings. She began pushing down on him faster now, her lower body now smacking against him, and he could feel her internal fluids flowing down to the base of his member. She had come, and he hadn't even known it. Unlike her sisters, who fell into a loving peacefulness with him, she simply continued. At this point, it was getting hard not to do the same. His legs began tensing in their familiar way and he began to heave out heavy sighs every few thrusts. When he reached to instinctively grasp Lee's thighs, she smacked them away.

"Don't even think about finishin', twiggy! I ain't done!"

Denied. All of his life, Edd's was a life of denial. He didn't fight, didn't curse, he kept his P's and Q's in strict order, and was the penultimate in enviable behavior. He refused fatty foods, even when he knew full well how utterly delicious they would taste. He didn't disrespect even obnoxious adults and even though he was the typical brains behind most of Eddy's half-cocked schemes, it was both as advisor and moral counselor. In everything he had shown restraint, and now for what? To be denied even his most primal of urgings even when they were being stimulated to their utmost? As he felt the slick tightness of Lee's womb sliding across his rod, every bounce and thrust seemed to tighten a string in his mind. Every mismatched name, every refusal of even his existence in the matter wound it beyond fraying. With this, the refusal of even his need to climax to relieve the unbearable pressure building below, the string broke. Edd, the quiet and unassuming one, snapped.

Using her bobbing, grunting insertions as cover, Edd lifted himself up so that he was staring at the back of Lee's head. He waited. This final exercise in holding back would be worth it in his mind. At last, Lee spoke up, her lackwitted drawl only adding to his ire.

"You... fall asleep... back there?" she asked through her lifting and falling masturbatory session. With one icy word, Edd replied,

"No." Lee's bouncing slowed dramatically. Before she could turn around, Edd had grabbed her shirt and pulled it up over her arms and eyes, blinding and immobilizing her. In a single, deathly precise motion, Edd forced Lee face down onto the mattress, and pinned the back of her knees with his own. While he wasn't perhaps as physically powerful as the Kanker, he knew enough about pressure points across the body to ensure that she would regret moving against him. She struggled though, twinging against the unexpected pain of doing so. She spewed exotic curse words his analytic brain nearly collapsed in trying to comprehend and collect. He looked down at her exposed, freckled body, watching it twist and twitch, furiosly attempting to elude his hold. How the tables have turned, bitch. For a moment, his eyes glazed over and he looked up. Did he actually just say that, if even in his mind? Looking down, and seeing the cruel thing beneath him, a smile almost unwillingly etched itself across his face. Oh yes...yes he did.

He pondered what he should do, if but for the briefest of moments. He could quickly render her unconscious, and make good his escape. But then what? More fear? More uncertainty? No, he thought. Something had to happen. After a moment he stopped and laughed to himself lightly, although it was lost amidst the stream of vulgarity coming from Lee. It was so simple. Edd leaned over, using his weight precisely to keep her restrained. Using a jerking tug, he pulled her enrobed hands back over her head, police style. This gave him the opportunity to hold her down single-handedly. His other hand grasped his throbbing piece, still slick from Lee's orgasm. It begged for vengeance with each pulse in his hand. He wouldn't deny it. Taking his time, a sort of throwback to his earlier state of mind, he traced the tip of his member across her buttocks, making lazy circles that excited him in an entirely new way. Lee, on the other hand, froze. It told him all he needed to: she got the message. He could hear her bawdy obscenity blur into plaintive begging. Resting his smaller self on one of her cheeks and spread one of them ever so slightly. After a cursory glance, he positioned himself exactly where he wanted to be. Edd leaned over and whispered into the bundle of clothing where he suspected her ear would be.

"Been waitin' for this, too."

Without love, without passion, without mercy, Edd plunged in. Lee's own fluids made the act doable, but it was still repressively tight. Lee shrieked, muffled as it was under the shirt and mattress. It didn't stop after the first, either, a cacophanous collection of cries and begging pleas. They fell on wholly deaf ears. He retracted himself, and waited, just long enough for her unwelcoming hole to recover enough to make his next unwarranted thrust as excruciating as possible. He continued this for more than a dozen times. Actually, he noted with grim satisfaction as he forced himself inside her once again with a flourish of her cries, that was his thirty-seventh. At his fortieth, Edd could find he couldn't bear the pressure, along with the unnatural tightness of Lee's anus. He stopped his sadistic pacing and began thrusting with a steady rate, although it was still had to have been nightmarish for Lee. At last, his thrusts lost their rhythm and he loosed within her, feeling his motions become much easier with the added lubrication. Curiously, he noted that he was still erect. Perhaps it truly DID want revenge, after all. He continued for many more minutes, until he noticed that Lee had stopped screaming and, in fact, made no noise at all. Of all the luck, he thought dryly, she had passed out.

Slowly, carefully, Edd removed his hand from the pinning grasp of Lee's head. No response. He made sure that she was still breathing when he undid his lock with his knees. She was. He stole a bobby pin from her now matted hair, somewhat less lustrous now, and undid his shackles. The flesh was deeply marked, but would heal. He found his clothes at the foot of the bed, unfolded, crumpled. Dressing himself quickly, he opened the door. Looking into the main room of the trailer, he saw Marie and May, unconscious from Lee's prior beating. Stepping deftly over them, Edd opened the door and exited, exhilarated, refreshed, a new man. Double-D wasn't quite Double-D anymore, but in his mind, he was now something far better.

END

Kankers are done... Expect Sarah or Nazz next.

>>74258
I hope the Kankers aren't done yet.

>>74265
>>74266

Already added these. Please delete.

He's heading overhear to post his other stories
Also Do something about these please.
>>74266
>>74265

Writer here. So, I take it that posts on this thing can be a lot longer than on 4chan?

>>74269
Pretty much yeah. Also longer bump limit so no worries about getting too long.

>>74269
WELCOME, WELCOME!

Ah, I'll just take my seat here and wait for the show to begin

>>74257
Very nice. Though i was expecting a threesome at the end. Oh well. Maybe another story for another day.

>>74269

Yeah the oldest thread on /pco/ is from June.

>>74269

Yes. Feel free to explore around the site a bit when you're done writefagging. Its a pretty nice community.

Thanks, all. So, did we every decide on whether it should be Nazz or Sarah first?

>>74276
I would prefer Sarah but it's really your choice.

I think the vote was for Sarah.

I think it was Sarah which is fine. She has a mean streak but she has a crush on DD, which could be very interesting.

Huh, much better consensus. Sarah we go.

>looks up from keyboard

Would it be in bad form to also post this on 4chan if I'm so inclined?

I liked the Kanker story but i was kinda hoping it would end like this. Oh well there's always next time.

>>74281
That's fine. Do you want me to make an op?

>>74283
Hrm. Wait until I've gotten the next story started for a few paragraphs. I'll give you guys the premier for being so damnably awesome.

>>74284
Alright! Sounds like a plan

>>74284

Wicked... we get cool shit, they get sloppy seconds.

On a sidenote, I suggest namefagging, writer-dude, just to help us keep track of stuff here.

>>74287
Hrm, I have no clue what my trip should be. Sorry, I'm getting addicted to this Jeremy Kyle guy from the UK. Jerry Springer with a British accent. Loving it.

>>74288
Hell, call yourself Eddie Riggs, Joe Green, or fuckin' Batman for all I care, it doesn't really matter, so long as you keep writing.

>>74288

You could name yourself Jeremy Kyle then. It isn't like it matters, you can just turn off your trip when you're done writefagging and pick up a new trip if you wanna go back to tripfagging.

>>74288
AMBER ADULT ENTERTAINER

All right so when will we see the first few paragraphs?

did he leave?

>>74330

Didn't leave. Slept again. I did write the first few paragraphs, though. I'll be posting after noon.

>>74332

still waiting...

>>74368

Don't rush him dude, it isn't like he is doing this shit for free.

>>74332

Good sir, are you by any chance the one who also penned the Vicky x Timmy story?

Regardless, this belongs in a museum, and I would be more than interested in supporting your professional writing endeavors, or even self-published efforts on Kindle.

>>74372
No I am not, but I'm not against doing one. Actually I'm pretty open about what I write, as long as the couple is 'canon'. True, the majority of stories I'm doing don't adhere to this law, my first was.

>>74380
How do you feel about parings that have the "potential" to be "cannon

Pic related

>>74383
If I had qualms about it, I wouldn't have posted the other two stories now, would I have :D

And I'm not going to waste your good time with any more excuses or apologies. I'm still writing this, and I will have it put to pluschan by tonight. It's almost become a slight against me as a person, in my head, if I don't do it...any other writefags get that way?

I supposed the PEN IS mightier than the sword...

>>74383
Go ahead and take your time. We can be a pretty patient bunch when we want to. Also we might have something to discuss after the DD series is done.

>>74380
Such a choice of words does beg the question, however... what IS "canon" to you?

>>74394
Generally it's an understood concept rather than a thing written in stone. Unless it IS written down, i.e. the Kids Next Door sendoff. And yes, to answer your question, I have done some of that.

It's understood that the Ed's are to be paired with their Kanker counterparts, but it's still fun to put them together with other characters. Of course, some characters aren't shown having any kind of preference because they're depicted as being too young to make such choices, i.e. Timmy Turner. It's mostly ambiguous, which is great for artists and writers because they can do what they will without fear of repercussions because no one side has the majority opinion.

On the other hand, if you were to write or draw Arnold/...redheaded girl whose name escapes me at the moment, with the mindset that it's canon, you'd likely be rebuked since it's pretty firmly established that it's Helga and him. And yes...I've done stuff of them as well.

TL;DR?
"I couldn't explain it to you, but I know it when I see it!"

>>74396

Good... glad to hear you're not one of those rabid canon-is-set-in-stone-and-is-immutable-as-the-word-of-God-Himself rabid Fan Dumb types. Those are major assholes.

What about "subtext" pairings, where stuff isn't openly stated as a part of canon (usually due to being controversial/same-sex pairings), but implied-as-true/hinted-at-possible through use of subtle vague details? Such as Harley/Ivy or Kim/Shego?

>>74397
I can definitely get behind Ivy/Harley. Hell, Timm nearly made it canon with the boodles of fanservice. But Kim/Shego? No. Ron/Kim? Yes. I do draw a line somewhere.

Not that I'm AGAINST writing Kim/Shego, I simply refuse to accept the theory.

>>74257

Alright! As promised, work has begun on the next story featuring Sarah. I kindly ask you grant me one writer's convenience: I can't figure out how to put the other Ed's in this, so please assume they're either still captured and May was lying, or assume they escaped together to sate some slash writer's pen...

Finding his way back home wasn't particularly difficult for Edd. A simple triangulation using the sun and the city water tower was all that it took to get him as far as he could from the trailer park. He walked with a new gait, befitting his hard-earned confidence. He no longer pushed out his elbows to maintain perfect posture, the futility of such an act finally dawning upon him. The work-expectancy of the human spine was finite, and his meager attempts to delay the inevitable were rather pointless. Sad, really, he thought as he finally reached pavement. To think that living by so many rules probably decreased his life expectancy from so much undue stress simply to maintain an unattainable affect of perfection? It hardly seemed possible with his new outlook. Eventually the cul-de-sac loomed in the horizon, welcoming with its promise of a life newly found. Edd walked to his house, but found he was not the only one trying to gain entry.

>>74434
At first, Edd couldn't make the diminutive figure out due to the heat-haze of the summer air. As he approached, his view became clearer, and noticed that Sarah was standing in front of his door, a handful of books in her grasp. This wasn't so odd, she had been taking tutoring from him in the past at the Principal's request, which he had acceded to. What was unusual was her attire for the matter: Sarah was dressed in a form-fitting one-piece bathing suit, neon red with yellowed zags. It seemed to already have been used, as the sun glinted over the natural curves of her wet body, and her luminescent red hair was stuck together in dangling strands. She appeared to have overheard his footsteps, as she turned in his direction and waved. He returned the gesture and approached.

>>74439
"Hello, Sarah," he said, without his usually nasal and unnecessarily cheerful manner. Calm was the word Edd would use if he were to be asked to describe it. The girl looked up at him with bright eyes.

"Hey, Double-D, it's time for my natural science lesson, and I just got back from the pool, okay?" Edd caught the scent of chlorine in the air, and nodded. He opened the door, and Sarah walked in first. Absently he noticed, as she ascended the stairs to his room, how her suit moulded perfectly inside her...oh dear. Not now, Edd demanded. Before, he had allowed a modicum of internal dialogue to guide his decisions in such matters, but now he took a strong command. Sarah was his friend's sister. True, she always seemed to show him the most affection of any boy in town, that still couldn't excuse thinking of that sort. A diversion, that's what he needed. Assured of his prognosis, he also climbed the stairs and entered his room.

>>74440

Inside his room, Sarah was sitting half-lotus on the floor in the center of the room forgoing the desk, as was her usual fashion. Her book was open, and she was dutifully awaiting his instruction, likely more interested in just hearing him speak than actually gaining any knowledge. Edd sat beside Sarah and looked at the book. Basic human structures. Simple enough, he thought.

"This is my skull. And these are my elbows, and this is my stomach," as Sarah did this, she took Edd's hand and, gripping his index finger, placed them over each part. She was a very visual learner, and Edd typically was very facilitating, ensuring she grasped the concepts. Now, however, he was growing very uncomfortable. Legs, arms, back, shoulders. Each one of them received a touch from Edd. While to Sarah these were merely helpful confirmations, to Edd, it seemed like a cruel joke. He had just been through one of the strangest sexual trysts he would ever remember, and now he was being made to touch the wet, partially exposed body of his friend's sister. As soon as he was sure Sarah had been confirmed, he would jerk back his finger as if her body were somehow molten. Once again against his conscious train of thought, he noticed that the only thing molten about her was her runnels of slick, radiant hair cascading down her shoulders.

"Hey, Edd?" He nearly startled. How long was he thinking about not thinking? When she had his eye contact, she continued. "I don't mean to be mean, but you kinda smell." Sarah, as she usually did during longer sessions, had started curling up close to him, sometimes 'accidentally' resting her head against him. He looked over at the bathroom door. It was left slightly ajar to allow steam to escape from when it was last used. As ideas and possibilities streamed in unbidden into his mind, the crack became a sloped grin, laughing at his inability to control his own urges. A thought almost escaped his mind as he tried to suppress his base desires. What had he gained by acting on these...very bad urges. The first time he gave in, he found true love. The second, he found closure. In the last, he had found power. Sofar, not a bad average result. Still, the warring factions within his conscious argued, even if he wanted to act on this impulse, there'd be no way for him to do so without being discovered. Not unless there was a way for him to...the door. Where first the door to his bathroom was chastising him bemusedly for his failings, it now looked like the smile of an old, misunderstood friend ironically smiling as it said 'I told you so'.


sorry about the last, one paragraph, posts. If I stop to correct them now, my train of thought will derail like a bullet train passing next to a fireworks warehouse.

>>74442
"You know, it's not a good idea to let that chlorine stay on your skin for long," he advised. She peeled back the front of her suit and looked down. Edd cast a sidelong glance, not seeing much except glistening flesh.

"You mean I could dry out or peel?" her concern was genuine. Edd could speak no wrong, to her at least.

"Yeah," he lied. True, chlorine wasn't exactly something humans were meant to be exposed to, but a little pool water never hurt anybody.

"Well, I guess I better go then," Sarah replied downtroddenly. Just as she was getting herself up, Edd raised a hand, grasping her just at her inner thigh.

"No need, I have a fully working wash facility here." Sarah mulled this over for less than a few seconds.

"Okay!" was all she said as she loped into the bathroom. Edd followed behind her, closing the door, and locking it in a single, fluid motion that an unaware person wouldn't have noticed. Sarah's look was quizzical. The straps of her suit were already over her shoulders. "Double-D? What are you doing in here?" It took him only a moment to think of something suitable.

"You said it yourself that I don't smell so good, right?" She nodded. "Then I guess that I have to take a shower too. Additionally, it would be highly more efficient, since we both need showers, that we take it together." He waited, expecting his on-the-spot reasoning to fall apart in front of her. It didn't. Instead, as if it were now only as common sense as breathing, she began peeling back the damp material of the suit and dropped it on the floor with a wet thud. Edd saw everything now: her tan that shaped in line with her bathing suit, her body so thin and lithe from her playing that her delicate ribs showed if ever so slightly from her smooth chest. The cold and stimulation from moving the suit about had seemed to harden her small nipples. Below her flat, pale stomach, Edd could see the ridge of her womanhood, which terminated in a slit that he could barely glimpse at this angle. She sauntered over to the front of the shower and began adjusting the temperature. The way she bent over and stood on her toes to reach the knobs accentuated her rear and gave him an even more tantalizing look at her small slit. He was tugging off his clothing now. It was smelly, he realized. His clothes had absorbed some of the pheremonal sex scent that had accumulated during his euphoric encarceration. The scents brought memories back to him, and they wanted to be repeated.

Must sleep. Promise more. Dignity as writer not lost. Grammar going into the land of the 70's sci-fi trope.

>>74444
No worries.

Will we get a few paragraphs tonight, Jeremy?

So Jeremy took the night off?

>>74536
Yes I did. I got a little burnt, and I can only blame myself for that. Having said that, I'm back on the ball, and will have the story completed tonight.

For those of you counting at home, that likely means it'll be finished sometime around 4 in the morning, as I'm something of a notorious night-owl.

Also, here's a list of other shows/movies I've done works on, if anyone would like me to copypasta them. They were written under a different name than Jeremy Kyle, but you can tell by the writing style that it's still me. Here's the list:

Ben 10
Foster's Home
Kids Next Door
The Incredibles
Inuyasha (yeah yeah, not /co/, but it was a commish)
West Side Story
Shaolin Showdown
The Great Mouse Detective

I also wrote another story or two, but they're wholly unrelated.

>>74557
lol at the West side Story. Honestly if you can copy pasta them all or provide a link to your work. I'm sure they will be a decent read (And if not ill hush my mouth, unless you want critique). BTW how much is a commish?

Again welcome to /pco/ I hope you enjoy your stay. Have a good one.

>>74562
I'm a remarkably cheap date. If I like your idea well enough, it's gratis.

>>74557
I'd like to see your KND and Foster's. Also when you finish your story I have a few ideas to float by you.

>>74568
Lol how cheap is cheap Mr. Kyle? Any place I can go to see your previous work?

>>74573
Sure, I have to work right now, but when I start working on the end of the Sarah arc, I'll post up my other stories immediately following.

How much do you feel like paying? And that's not in the manner of 'GIMME WHATCHA GOT!', I'm seriously asking how much you feel a story of mine would be worth, perfectly edited (i.e., no grammatical errors like I'm starting to notice when I reread these things)?

As long as I've seen it (played it, etc.) I can write it. I have some gimme's as far as fetishism is concerned. If it's considered a 'light' deviation, like spanking or even 'wholesome' bondage is concerned, sure. Sick stuff, like gore and scat, isn't happening. Just make your case, and if it's reasonably convincing, I'm pretty loosey goosey.

>>74586
I dunno depends on alot of factors- but given the current quality- I guess 10 dollars- I will say this though. It would be the first commish I ever requested- so I do not know the going rates.

>>74601
10 is more than generous, IMO.

>>74586

Not the other anon, but I do think you definitely should consider self-publishing (original material) on a digital platform such as the Amazon Kindle. A few freebies to establish your name, then some short stories at a low price point, then maybe a small short story collection.

I work in publishing (manga, not prose, sorry), and everyone tells me erotica is quite popular on the Kindle and Nook, but most of it is geared towards women. Male or couples-oriented erotica is potentially an open field.

A long time ago, cheap porn novels were a pretty big business. I knew TV show writers who would whip up something raunchy during the show's off-season. And they were relatively well-written, too. The market went away for a while, but Kindle/digital publishing seems to be ushering in a Renaissance of sorts. You should give it a shot. Even if not profitable, it should be rather fun, and a learning experience for working with Amazon.

Also, lovely stories. Very enjoyable.

>>74602
Excellent. If I was to commission a story from you; how would I be able to pay you?

>>74568

So can this be an idea thread? We can pitch you ideas and stuff?

Because I was sort of considering making a bit of a continuation of the Ed, Edd, 'n' Eddy movie. Remember when the Kankers dragged Eddy's brother into his trailer and mentioned giving him mouth-to-mouth?

I kind of thought a Kanker Sisters+Eddy's brother rape fic might be cool. I'm not much into reverse rape, but I thought others might like it.

>>74631
Hrm, decent question. Is there any way to send funds anonymously? Frankly, I've never contemplated the matter.

>>74636
Sure, just ask me after the story is done tonight, or else my trains of thought will Amtrak. Speaking of which, I'd better get started :D

>>74642
I look forward to seeing the sarah conclusion. As far as payment methods go.
Money Orders, Checks, UPS/USPS, PayPal and i believe so forth and so forth. There are ways.

>>74444
IT. IS. COMPLETE! I'm going to run some tests to see how long +4 can go before cancelling.

Edd pulled down his underwear, which were tented by his erection. He grasped it as if it were alive and fighting against him. Perhaps it was, all things considered. It had tasted the sweet flesh of a girl and it was spoiled on the luxurious feeling. He breathed out deeply, calming himself. If he was going to continue to satiate these urges, then he would do well to at least do so properly. Steam had already begun to accumulate in the room, and it fanned out at him as he pulled the curtain aside. Inside, Sarah was standing dutifully in the back, wet from her prior swimming, but still untouched by the stream of hot water flowing from the spout. She anticipated her question with eagerness.

"It's your bathroom, Edd, you first!" He couldn't help but smile. This was reciprocated by Sarah. Edd noticed that she made no gesture to cover her eyes or avert her body from him. She had no apparent taboos regarding the naked body it seemed. Edd was more than thankful of this as he saw Sarah in her full exposure, every inch of her body covered in beads of steam which glinted like jewels in the light over the shower. Perhaps a more important lesson for Sarah should be taught? This new part of Edd's psyche seemed to have a rather crass sense of humor. Then again, perhaps his refusal to think that way consciously was the aberration, and his repressive nature was the cause. One way to test that, he agreed. Edd grabbed the head of the shower, and pulled it down, the snaking metal cable connecting it to the wall swaying in the spray. He did a mediocre job of washing his arms and legs. Sarah was still standing there, watching him with eagerness. Edd made a point to flick the hose her way every now and again for some laughs. She waved her hands and giggled at it all. Edd then began focusing the spray of the showerhead on his chest, not making it too obvious where he was going. Although he had little reason to believe that Sarah knew at all what he was intending, the action was more for allaying his own paranoia. Slowly, he made it so the spray cascaded against his fullness. Edd then began massaging his rod, pointing it directly at Sarah as he did so. He closed his eyes and bit his lip softly, making sure Sarah caught the action. Her expression became more questioning. His less-than-meticulous plan was working.

"It makes me feel good, Sarah," he informed her. Her expression didn't change, but her eyes changed their focus from the act to his face. She approached him slowly, almost afraid of what he was holding.

"C...can I make you feel good, Edd?" He grinned.

"Sure, Sarah, but only after you're clean." She frowned as if she were told she couldn't go chasing butterflies with her effeminate friend, Jimmy. He poured out some body soap onto his hand and beckoned Sarah to approach him. Taking the showerhead with his other hand, he adjusted the setting to a pulsating stream. Perfect. After getting on his knees to accommodate for her height, he began massaging Sarah's slender body with the rippling water. First, he went over the obvious places, the arms, legs, shoulders, back. Then, with a careful hand, he began slowly running the beating water against her stomach, then her rear. He gently grabbed her by it as he rotated her around once more. Her skin was soft and her muscles were tight around it. He moved the stream against her breasts, circling the hose around it, even touching her with the head itself, causing the water to foam up slightly. She quivered a little. With that cue, Edd paced the water down her stomach and onto her waist, moving it against her skin as before. Then, just as the stream moved against her wetted petals, he moved the head back, letting the stream hit her fully focused on the tip of her womanhood. Sarah's focus turned fuzzy, and she began stuttering out incomprehensible sounds. Her legs bent as the stream washed against her small clitoris. When it did, her legs wholly gave out on her, and she collapsed onto Edd, who caught her, spraying the water in all directions. She looked up at him with a mixture of euphoric shock, and embarrassment at her predicament with her crush.

"What..was that?"

"I'll tell you when you're clean," Edd replied. He layed Sarah down on the bottom of the shower and turned her over. Reaching up, Edd replaced the showerhead on it's cradle. He turned around. Sarah had propped her head up in her folded arms. Seeing no reason not to, Edd got back down, like a masseuse with an expecant client and, with the water beating against his back, he began to rub the soap into her skin. His reasons were twofold. In the first place, it allowed him to make every part of Sarah's body glint with the sheen of soap and water. Secondly, his kneeling position over Sarah allowed him to rest his member directly in between Sarah's rear. He'd exaggerate his lean forward to caress her sholders just to grind it against the opening. Moving down, he began to knead her buttocks, letting the firm cheeks glide effortlessly in his hands. He even slid a soapy finger near the hole, to which she twitched reflexively, the muscles clenching the finger tightly. As good as it may have been to simply soap down his member and take her right then and there, he knew there was no way he'd go unpunished after inflicting that kind of pain. In any case, he had no reason to do so. What Lee did was monstrous, and it deserved no less. Sarah deserved better. He allowed himself a tight grip of the two small cheeks as he flipped her over, the matter nearly effortless with the aid of the soap.

As she rolled around, Sarah looked at him with a pleading face.

"Can I make you feel good now?" Edd just shook his head. He began to notice Sarah's eyes taking on a look he'd never seen before from her. But he had seen it before elsewhere. He poured out more soap in his hand. He placed a large dab of it on her stomach. She tensed at the cool gel meeting her warm skin. He saw her stomach completely tighten, the muscles peaking out. She was going to have a beautiful, porcelain smooth stomach when her muscles toned. He began spreading the soap around her chest, letting the nipples scrape against his open hand as they went past. In his state of kneeling, his piece was achingly close to her womanhood. It pulsed, desperate to escape from his control and take from her flesh what it wanted. Soon, he reassured it. He leaned forward to massage her small shoulders, and in doing so, their sexes touched. Sarah's look clouded again, without focus. Edd pulled back, not wanting to sate his sexual hunger quite yet, at least not without Sarah's complete approval. His hands moved down again, rolling around her chest which seemed to have puffed slightly. He drew a lazy circle around her stomach, feeling it tense again. Soon, his fingers ran across the thick muscle of her leg that divided her pubice from her slit. He caressed the soap along both of her glistening wet petals. Sarah had closed her eyes, not used to, but very much liking, the new feelings. After her body was slicked with soap, Edd began running his finger up and down over the line, twitching it as it ended at the top, flicking her button. With the heat and steam, Sarah's breathing was now very fast and clipped. She was moaning now, although she seemed to not notice. When Edd seemed to have a good pace with his playing, he began slipping fingers through the wall of her mound and began fondling her inside. He began slowly, moving joint by joint with his index finger. He curved it left and right inside of her, eliciting a different yelp or jerk each time. Sarah began arching her back, trying desperately to insert his finger deeper into her body. Almost cruelly, Edd removed his finger. Sarah's moans became begging sighs, and her eyebrows curved in dismay. He held his finger down parallel to his engorged piece.

"Do you want to make me feel good now?" he asked, pushing his hips forward in step with his finger. She nodded her assent, getting the gesture as if by instinct. Edd smiled ear to ear. He positioned himself over Sarah, using his pointing hand to now guide himself into her. Sarah had begun to wrap her legs around him to try and force him inside of her, and Edd had to make a conscious effort to pull her back in order to keep his aim straight through the fog of enticement. Her legs squeezed a little less tightly as his head folded into her womb. She squeaked out a small gasp as she felt him penetrate her. Although thanks to the water and soap there was no friction whatsoever, her small body wasn't yet prepared for Edd's somewhat large member. Still, she allowed him to continue, prodding with her legs as if riding a prize horse. He grasped her thighs and pushed a little further, seeing Sarah clench her teeth in the mixture of pain and pleasure. His tip brushed against her hymen, and he paused. Her virginity would be the third he would be taking, and possibly the fourth. This seemed to send his arousal into overload, and he began to fog over. He needed to have her. Now. He couldn't bare to spend anymore time on foreplay. Leaning forward, Edd kissed Sarah deeply and pushed himself completely inside her, feeling her virginhead break way as Sarah cried out in his mouth as the water continued to flow over them. She began kicking and bucking, unintentionally moving him deeper within her. His mind began to race after what he'd just done. He started thinking of the best way to bring Sarah to quiescence. Then, it struck him. Persistence. Just keep going until it inevitably felt good for her.

Reinvigorated by his reasoning, Edd began pistoning himself in and out of Sarah, who still fought him and tried to bite his darting tongue as it moved in her mouth. He thrusted within her over and over again, her slick tightness of her young body driving him into a state of sexual frenzy. He pushed himself down onto her, moving inside her with a wet slapping sound as their bodies met. His whole waist seemed to grow tight from the feeling. He could barely hear anything through the sound of his own excited moans, his latest sexual conquest fulfilling him in sensory nirvana. Edd wrapped his arms around the back of her soapy shoulders and began forcing her up into him even further, making her unable to slide on the floor with his every powerful thrust. As time seemed to stand still, Edd noticed that the tightness around his waist wasn't actually his bodies fault. Sarah had wrapped her legs fully around Edd and was squeezing him in a bonecracking vicegrip. He also discovered that not all of his passionate moans were his own. He'd done it, and Sarah was his. His pace quickened with this newfound joy. Sarah was moaning and sighing now almost in pace with him. Edd, ever the immaculate gentlemen, began his next step.

Without warning, he rolled Sarah around so that she was on top. Her eyes never opened though, she simply sat upon him, breathing deeply, her head cocked slightly to one side. He began to feel her buck her hips slowly, then with a greater pace as her muscles became used to the movement. He timed his thrusts to it, filling her tight body with every part of him that he could. He placed his hand down to that familiar spot on Sarah's slit and began to twirl and pinch it with his fingers. Her moans became muted cries and yelps as the dazzling electricity of the stimulation overcame her. As young as she was, Edd knew she wouldn't last long. He began lifting her up and down on his shaft on his own, prolonging the orgasm. It came though, as she tensed her every single muscle fiber in his arms, causing him to lose his grip of the soap-slick girl and dropping her completely onto his member. It was the final straw. She moaned so loudly that Edd almost became fearful. Then, Sarah dropped down onto him, her back being caressed by the still-running water. Edd continued, unabated. He needed it now. Edd lifted up Sarah's lifeless form. She was breathing raggedly and without any kind of uniformity. He pushed her back and let her loll in his arms as he began lifting and dropping her again onto his sex. He looked down, seeing his organ appear and vanish within the folds of Sarah's body through the stream of steaming water. He went into a frenzy on the spot, using every bit of his strength to thrust into her as quickly as humanly possible. The terrible pressures building within him, with a sudden, indescribable tenseness, vanished as he filled Sarah's womb to overflowing with his seed. He watched with animal satisfaction as the thick white fluid flowed out of their joining. He thrust many more times, hoping to plant it as deeply within her as he could. After a few moments, a haze of utterly spent exhaustion bore down on Edd.

He pulled out of her, his member still sensitive. Laying Sarah gently down on the floor of the shower, Edd grabbed the showerhead and pulled it down. He leaned down and spread Sarah's petals, seeing his cum still leaking from inside of her. He admired his handiwork only for a moment before he reduced the pressure of the hose and ran it over her womb, flushing out as much as he could. It was likely that Sarah wasn't able to become pregnant yet, but Edd erred on the side of caution. As he ran his hand over Sarah's stomach, he thought of Marie and May. He pondered what may become of their...fun. He smiled inwardly and pushed the thought aside. A time for everything, one everything at a time. Edd lifted Sarah, who was still unconscious from her exertions. He ran a towel over as much of her as he could, drying the most vital parts. He picked up one of his winter shirts, long and heavy, and put it on Sarah. Pulling back his sheets, he folded her into them and covered her. Edd returned to finish his shower proper. As the water rushed against his face, calming him, he wondered what could possibly happen next.

END

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Ho. Lee. Shit. Well, goodbye 4chan, I'll not miss your cutoff level 0_0...

Alright, now for my prior works (of which I'm never proud). These were written some years ago, so I can't guarantee their quality. But they're mine, and they're different, so what the hell...

This one is called 'Debriefing'.

On any other day, the Kids Next Door would be content doing battle with the forces of adulthood and their tyranny. On any other day, they would be happy playing video games and watching new episodes of Yipper on their massive TV screens. This, however, wasn’t to be one of those days. Every few months for a day or two, the innumerable legions of hamsters that power the Treehouse will go on vacation to Mexico to relax their tired legs and do all the sorts of crazy things that hamsters love to do. This, of course, leaves the Treehouse quite literally in the dark.

The summer of that year was especially hot, with temperatures in the triple digits. Neither side of the battle wanted to go anywhere. Not as if they could, though: the Kids Next Door were without energy and the adults ice-cream based weaponry had all gone mushy. Be that as it may, that doesn’t mean that everyone was unhappy.

Numbuh 4 was in the heat of battle. Left hook, uppercut, and haymaker came at him at a furious pace, but his small frame dodged and parried with every strike. Leaping and careening, he landed blow after blow on his opponent, the sweat beading on his exposed chest. Soon, his enemy opened a window of opportunity. With its guard down, Numbuh 4 leapt and landed an uppercut that decapitated his foe. As his foot came down on his fallen enemies head, a gush of fluid erupted from what was the neck, and splattered on his jeans. As he stood, he felt a feeling a triumph, but only heard a groan from the behind him.

"Ahh, man, Numbuh 4, do you have any idea how long that’s gonna’ take me to fix that LeverBot?" Numbuh 2 said as he dropped his controls. The KND kept around a few non-electronic training puppets for just such an occasion, and tried to keep them in as good a condition as possible. As Numbuh 2 dragged off the "corpse" of the training mannequin in a huff, Numbuh 4 began to realize that his jeans were hopelessly stained with oil. As he cursed himself between his teeth, Numbuh 3 entered 4’s room.

Wallabee Beetles, a.k.a. Numbuh 4 was standing at the corner of his boxing ring/bed as he watched Kuki Sanban, a.k.a. Numbuh 3, skip happily into the ring with him. She had on her medical head wrap on, but she wore the same green sweater and black stockings as always. She saw Numbuh 4 and blushed a little. She rarely had many chances to see Wally in this state of dress, and she absorbed every moment of it. His eyes began to notice hers and asked,

"Something the matter, Kuki?" to which she perked up, startled.

"No, I’m just noticing…your jeans! They’re pretty dirty." She said with an almost brutally false grin.

"Yeah, my jeans…" he said, his tone implying he was expecting a different answer.

The relationship Wally and Kuki have is almost a public secret to the members of Sector V. It seems as if the only two people unaware are Numbuh 3 and 4 themselves. Inside themselves they harbor a deep desire for each other’s love, but at every chance of expressing it, they only shy away, afraid in their adolescence of the others reaction. The rest of the unit only laughs and snickers amongst each other, never daring to tell the two "lovers" the truth, lest it ruin the fun of watching them try and try, but never succeed.

"I need to take those to the wash-o-tron downstairs and get them all clean" she stated. Not thinking another thing of it, Wally undid his jeans and tossed them to Kuki, not realizing the seriousness of said action. Kuki caught the jeans in midair and stood, mouth slightly gaping, as she saw her hidden love in little more than his briefs. Wally had already turned around and was busy checking the ropes of his wrestling ring for their stretch and flexibility, but soon he noticed that Numbuh 3 had never left. He stopped, mid run and saw as her verdant eyes following him. Her expression was the same as when she first got into his room, but were now much more out of focus and airy. Waving his hand at her did little to change her stupor, and as he slowly approached her, he began to notice that her eyes weren’t directed at his own. Only when he placed a hand on her shoulder and say her name did she move. Not only that, she almost crushed her own ribs gripping the jeans so tightly around her in panic. She quickly composed herself and dropped the jeans, fumbling for words.

"Uh…I think I’ll just get these jeans down and I’ll…oh no!" she exclaimed, now frowning and looking down. Apparently, in her burst of panic, she gripped Numbuh 4’s jeans so tightly that the oil smeared her sweater, leaving it a seaweed-like brown.

Just then, out of the whims of a strange urge not felt before, Wallabee Beetles got an idea.

"Looks like your gonna’ have to wash your shirt too, right Kuki?" His idea worked. Approving of his course of action, Kuki quickly grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head, turning it inside out, and leaving her bare-chested. Female members of the Kids Next Door either didn’t need or refused to use B.R.A.’s out of the knowledge that they were employed by the evil teenagers, and Numbuh 3 was no exception.

Wally was now in the same position Kuki was in not a moment before. He was hunched over slightly, with a dopey grin covering his face. Numbuh 3 gave him a questioning glance.

"What are you staring at silly? Is there…" her words trailed off. She came to the realization that she was now standing in front of a fellow operative and her best friend with her small, undeveloped breasts aimed directly at him. She yelped and pulled the clothes to her front, hiding her nudity. It was at this moment that Wally suddenly came back to reality and blushed profusely.

"Gee, I’m sorry Kuki, it’s just I’ve never seen you like that before." She turned her back and began walking to the edge of the ring confused and embarrassed. Kuki grabbed the rope to climb over it, when she felt that same hand on her now exposed shoulder. Straightening, the hand pulled her backwards so quickly that she lost her footing. Tossing the shirt and pants in the air, she felt the hand go from her shoulder to the center of her back, holding her in mid-air with her feet on the floor. All she could see was Numbuh 4’s smiling face.

"Numbuh 4, what the heck are you doing?" she cried out. She was close to shouting again, when he pressed his finger from his other hand on her lips. She became silent, albeit more confused. That was, until his head began to inch closer and closer to hers. When he removed his finger she only whimpered,

"Wally…" Not another word was spoken as they had their first true kiss as lovers. The warm air flowed over their bodies as their tongues explored each others mouths in ways they had never expected. They had seen movies of young couples embraced in passionate kisses (however reluctantly in Wally’s case), but had never experienced it before, at least not until now. They relished the truth as much as they enjoyed the feeling of each other’s tongues. So many missed opportunities, so many failed chances would be made up in full today.

Numbuh 4 laid Numbuh 3 on the mat and went over to his door, bolting it shut to prevent intruders and unwelcome guests. Kuki sat up and asked,

"What do we do now?" Getting back into the ring, Wally only smiled. He had seen the "special" magazines his father owned while cleaning the house one day. He saw the intricacies of lovemaking, but understood very little of it. However little he knew, that same sudden urge compelled him to try. He got to the side of the black-haired angel and placed one hand on the back of her head; with the other, he grabbed one of her small breasts. He felt her clench in his grip. She looked at him, not knowing what exactly was going on, but soon didn’t care as he pushed her face into his, wiping away the doubts and the troubles.

Wally began to caress the young asian girl’s breasts and continued their embrace. Kuki’s breathing became faster as her small nipples became hard and stiff. He took this as a sign and began to kiss her from her neck to her chest, sucking and licking both nipples, tasting her flesh and enjoying every moment.

"I’m feeling strange, Wally" she said nervously. He recommenced fondling her now enlarging breasts and spoke into her ear.

"I know why."

"Why, Wally?" she said with the same sense of anticipation. Wally got onto his knees and crawled so that he was now facing her as she lied on her back, her nipples now standing tall in contrast to the rest of her lithe body’s flatness. He removed his hands from her nipples and became to caress her body in a slowly lowering manner. Soon, his hands were at the end of her skintight black hose that went from the tips of her toes to her thin waist. Wally removed her shoes and tossed them aside. Putting the luscious vixens’ feet together, he raised them into the air, showcasing her small, rounded butt through the tight material. Grabbing the end, he carefully removed the black hose, at the same time feeling every silken curve of her thighs and legs. As he got to the final stretch, he balled up the dark pile of silk and tossed them away as well.

All there was now were two young lovers, in nothing more than their underwear and smiles. Kuki felt strange in this position, but it wasn’t strange in a bad way. No, instead she seemed to welcome this new sensation of seeing the blonde, muscular boy of her fantasies so close to her, physically and mentally. Feeling as if the ordeal were over, she began to sit up. Understanding that this wasn’t part of the plan, he grabbed her shoulders and pinned her to the mat, her eyes wide with surprise. Not a word could have been spoken when the re-entered their state of embrace, lips locked in a passionate hold.

Knowing that he would have to take the initiative, Wally removed his hands from her shoulders and parted her legs. After putting his hands underneath Kuki, he began to simulate making love with her with each of their pairs of underwear on. At first, Kuki was shocked by this new feeling and almost pushed Numbuh 4 away. However, a strange urge of her own told her to allow him to continue, and she tested this new sensation of their hips grinding together. Soon, Kuki’s breathing became very fast and Wally could feel her body sweating against his own. Sitting up, he began to see that her panties were slightly damp in the place where the most contact had been happening. He smiled at the divine beauty and grasped the top of her panties. Kuki unexpectedly got onto her own knees and clasped Wally’s briefs. Looking into each other’s eyes in a daring stare, they came closer to each other, eventually pressing up against the other. Soon they were kissing again, as their underwear slowly slid down to their knees.

Wally was firmly erect, feeling the promising stimulus of Kuki’s moist area. She felt his member, holding it, gripping it, unsure as how to continue. Wally placed his palm on her full hand and taught her how to properly feel his piece, neither one speaking any instruction. His other hand was busy in its own right, running its fingers up and down her small, hairless slit. They moaned into each other’s mouths as an unheard of pleasure seeped into their very beings. Wally understood what needed to be done. He laid back and, upon grabbing Kuki’s buttocks, drew her on top of him. She began to understand what was going to happen and shut her eyes as Wally played with her vagina, sliding his member in small circles around the opening, its pulsating flesh seeming to cry out for sustenance.



A small line of fluid began to run down her leg, showing that the time had come. He placed his hands on her hips and, as she placed hers over her lovers, he inserted the head of his penis into Kuki. She cried out as her virginity floated away. There was no blood, she was an accomplished gymnast and lacked a hymen. Nonetheless, she had never before been penetrated and she arched her back as gasped out simple "ahh’s" as he lowered her even further onto him, letting every inch of her insides take in the unheard of amounts of ecstasy. Numbuh 3 was a very thin girl. Many thought she may have had a problem, but she was actually just extremely active. This thin frame and her young age allowed Wally to actually see his manhood causing a slight impression on her lower extremities. This only served to increase Wally’s resolve as he began to slowly retract from within her. When his head was at the entrance, he began to once more insert himself, only somewhat faster.

Kuki felt nothing as she straddled her young beau. She felt nothing but the sheer explosive euphoria that pervaded her body and centered on her now filled vagina. Words had no meaning in this ocean of lust she was drowning in. With every revolution, each lifting and lowering, it only became faster and harder and better. She was now making a sort of constant moan that changed with the rhythm of their pounding hips.

They soon began to realize that there could be so much more to this than what they already had. Keeping still, Kuki waited as Wally repositioned himself on his side, grabbing her and placing her in front of him. As he adjusted himself back inside of her wanting womanhood, they once again kissed and fondled as much as any experienced couple. But this was so much more than mere lust. This was true love, brought about by loving each other for so long, yet not knowing it until a single instant brought it fully to bear.

Kuki’s nipples were still as hardened as before as his fingers caressed them and played with the tips. Making love on their sides required more energy than the previous position, but every time the nubile nymphet raised her leg high in the air, clenching his meat even harder than before, it made it all worth it with interest. He repaid her in kind by thrusting into her so hard that the bucking she made seemed to almost force her off her partner, although Wally’s grasp made sure that would never happen.

Wally had read the stories that came with those magazines and understood exactly what a sudden pressure in the lower stomach meant. He slowed his pace and laid Kuki onto her back once more. To his surprise, it was not he who positioned his manhood in place, but Kuki. She game him a look of desire and a need that had to be fulfilled. He replied and rammed himself into her, thrusting deeper than ever before, his "silhouette" coming up to almost a few inches from her stomach. She nearly screamed in ecstasy, thrusting her mouth into his and yelling into his throat. This act only influenced him to go faster.

Her vagina was becoming warmer and warmer. The wet spot on the mat was becoming increasingly larger. Wally knew it would only be a matter of time before they experienced their first orgasm. He knew, but he didn’t tell Kuki as he wanted to surprise her. Her constant groaning and sighing soon gave way to longer, more forceful gasps. It was close, and he knew it. Soon, Kuki’s gasps went silent. All there was was a look of shock and pleasure. As the rigid tightness came, Wally let the final burst of lust come over him. At last, orgasm spasmed over Kuki Sanban as her entwined lover felt the same.

As the minutes passed and their breathing became normal, Numbuhs 3 and 4 lay together, each one not knowing or caring what the future may hold. All that there was was the here and the now, and knowledge that their love would be unlike that of any other in the world.

END

Aww, this one had to be split, oh well, it's still a head-over-heels improvement over 4chan.

“Guys, big news! I’ve got one…no, two new Shen Gong Wu revealing themselves,” Dojo shouted, his small form contorting into a dozen shapes. As the dragon bent himself back to shape, four young Xiaolin warriors crowded over an ancient scroll. The paper was old and corroded, but the picture in its center flowed and waved magically, forming two separate black images. They smiled at the thought of having two new Wu in their command. As the images began to move, Dojo narrated.

“This is the Eye of Khaelis Ra and the Gauntlet of Mak Rahj. The first one allows for greatly enhanced vision, while the other forms a shield of stone around the user. I’d hate to see these in the hands of Wuya.” As the scroll slid shut, they began speaking over what to do. Realizing they would have to split up, Omi and Clay agreed to go after the Gauntlet in the north while Kimiko and Rai would find the Eye in the south.

Dojo stated that Jack Spicer and his horde would most likely go after the Gauntlet of Mak Rahj, as its location was much closer to his main base than the Eye was, and would take Kimiko and Rai to their Wu first. Hopping on the now enormous dragon’s scaly back, they glided into the air and off to the south. Rai thought that the ride was fairly short, but actually he was too preoccupied with the fact that Kimiko had her arms around his waist the whole time. He knew full well that she only did it to stay on the swaying dragon safely…but he wished otherwise .Reaching the point where Dojos’ senses began to circle, the two young warriors debarked from the mammoth dragon and waved goodbye.

The place where the Eye was located was a meadow of some kind. It was just a simple forest where the grass was low and the trees were lush. Birds sang out on occasion, and a few woodland creatures. Obviously, something seemed out of place.

“Kimiko,” Raimundo whispered, “I don’t like this one bit.”

“Me neither.”

“We need to find out where that Shen Gong Wu is so we can get out of here.” Scanning the area, Rai pointed out to where the sun was setting: a large, marble pedestal, with a glowing, golden eye with eight points forming a sun-like aura around it. Rushing as usual at the Wu, the Wind Dragon was struck in mid-air by a lightning bolt that shot from a cloud that appeared as soon as he was over the pedestal. Picking up the now slightly crisp Xiaolin, Kimiko saw that Raimundos’ shirt had been torn open in a number of places by the heat of the lightning. She forced herself not to look at him and began thinking.

“Any plans yet?” stated the dazed boy. A moment more, and she spun around.

“I’ve got it! Rai, I want you to do what you just did again.” A hurt look came over his face.

“What?! I don’t want to lose the rest of my shirt and my consciousness.” Kimiko only grinned. Is that what she was hoping, Rai thought. As she placed a delicate hand on his shoulders, he felt that must have been the reason. He began to feel nervous and almost stuttered when Kimiko turned him around forcefully and pushed him in the Wu’s direction. His pride now trampled, Rai ran again for the Wu.

Rai braced himself for the lightning bolt he knew he was going to receive. Leaping into the air, he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. Yet again, he felt a burning heat wash over him. He felt it…but wasn’t knocked back. This time, he smacked the pedestal full on and slid to its’ base. He felt pain again, but couldn’t fathom how he’d made it. Turning around, he saw Kimiko, in her fire stance, a trail of smoke still flowing from her direction. After a moments thought, it came to him: Kimiko waited until the cloud that hit him before materialized and then launched her fiery attack to cook away the cloud. No cloud, no lightning. Simple but effective.

Rai stood upright and looked at the Eye of Khaelis Ra. It was some kind of monocle judging by the way the spokes of the Wu went outward in one direction. Grabbing the golden object and calling its name to invoke its power, Raimundo was left unsatisfied. He couldn’t see anything, at least anything different. Feeling cheated, he was about to smash the trinket to the floor when Kimiko, who had joined him on the pedestal, asked of him,

“So Rai, what does it do, huh?”

“I don’t know, Kimiko, I think it’s bust…” but he never finished. Standing not three feet in front of him, Kimiko Tohomiko was perfectly naked. He gaped at the sight, not missing an inch of her toned, thin body, the curves of her legs and stomach rolled in his eyes like marbles. Her small breasts were hardly even developing, and her vagina was little more than a slit of a different skin tone. He paid attention to her sensitive areas, as her forbidden flesh was as smooth and velvety looking as every other gorgeous part of her. Rai looked away, out of fear he would become erect and frighten Kimiko.

“What’s the matter, Rai? Is it the Shen Gong Wu?” she said, oblivious to her ‘appearance’. Rai quickly snapped back to reality. Covering his Wu-aided eye with his hand, he simply chuckled foolishly and said that Master Fung would need to take a look at it.

“Well, can I try?”

“No!” Rai snapped, a little too quickly he thought. “It might do something to you, since you fried that cloud it was using.” His excuse was lame and he knew it. Kimiko, however, saw the skewed logic of it and ended her requests.

Dojo came back for them in about an hour’s time. Kimiko was busy typing in her PDA, far too busy to notice Raimundo gawking at her nearly the entire time. While in flight, Rai kept one hand on the beastly dragons’ mane, and one on the hand Kimiko had wrapped around his waist. This caused a slight bit of confusion for her, and she asked why he was showing her this previously unknown intimacy. He simply whispered to her,

“Meet me near the spa an hour after sundown.” She was taken aback, but simply nodded her head. Was there something to that Shen Gong Wu he didn’t want others knowing about? She couldn’t be sure.

Back at the Xiaolin Temple, Master Fung greeted all four of the warriors, who had come back safely and with a Wu in hand. Clay and Omi looked slightly worse for wares, however, as they had to defeat Jack Spicer in a grueling Showdown that lasted a good while. They were covered in bruises and, after washing up and receiving an inspiring talking to from the master, went to bed. Rai took it upon himself to get past Master Fung and put the Eye of Khaelis Ra in the depository as soon as he could. Gaining equal commendations from the master, Rai and Kimiko likewise went to bed. Instead of sleeping, however, they waited.

An hour after sundown, Raimundo snuck out of his bed and crept into the depository, where he grabbed the Eye and slid to the spa. He had a pair of swimming trunks concealed underneath his regular white pants. As he reached the lip of the spa, he kicked off his pants and shoes and sat, wading his feet in the water. He began looking into the bubbling liquid, his distorted reflection keeping him company. Had she forgotten? As soon as he was about to get up and search for the young Xiaolin, a pair of small hands pushed him into the water, which frightened him no small amount.

Looking up from the water, Rai saw Kimiko in a two-piece bathing suit. Her body was just as luscious as it had been hours ago at that pedestal…if now slightly more censored. Of course, what she was wearing barely hid a thing. This she obviously wouldn’t wear it if Master Fung knew about it. Did she perhaps know of his plans using a Wu of her own? He didn’t care; he had to let the truth out tonight. Standing at the shallow end of the small pool, Raimundo held the Eye of Khaelis Ra in his outstretched hand.

“Kimiko…I have to tell you something.” He barely choked the words out to the beautiful Asian girl. She didn’t reply, she simply perked up and gave a questioning look.

“I…well that is I,” he sighed and bowed his head, “just look through the Wu.” She sat down at the edge of the pool and picked up the golden object, holding it to her eye. Speaking its’ name, she peered through the Eye, and saw Raimundo as she’d never seen him before. He was completely without clothes, or so she saw. His member was fully erect, and slightly hindered by his swim trunks. The hair at its base swished and flowed with the churning water of the pool. She gasped; her small mouth now locked open in surprise. Raimundo’s expression became that of embarrassment as soon as he realized that she had seen him exposed.

Kimiko was no longer shocked after a few moments. Peering through the Wu, she soon became fixated by the long, pulsating meat Raimundo wielded. Her eye, even through the golden star, began to haze over in sensual thought. Without her knowing it, she began to caress her own breasts through her bikini bra, her mind now consumed by lustful dreams. Rai, now seeing what Kimiko was doing, smiled and closed his eyes. She wants me just as much as I want her, Rai thought, his own thoughts drifting to rather un-Xiaolin daydreams.

Raimundo quickly snapped out of his daze when he heard Kimiko release the slightest of moans. She was squeezing herself with one hand, her other holding the Eye, it’s enhancing powers keeping Kimiko mesmerized through no fault of it’s own. He heard this, and his confidence rose through the roof. Wading through the chest-high waters of the pool, Raimundo reached Kimiko, who was now entirely lost to her own thoughts, the Eye of Khaelis Ra barely in her grasp. As the precious Wu fell from her limp hand, it landed squarely on Kimiko’s bikini bottom…where Raimundo caught it.

A moments thought came over Raimundo and, with a rather mischievous grin, he called out the Wu’s name. To his fortune, it worked, and now he was seeing Kimiko’s vagina far closer than he had before. It was smooth and very close in tone to the rest of her vibrant skin. The small, untouched slits were slightly moistened, whether that was Raimundo’s doing or the pools was unknown. Rai looked up at her face to see that she was looking at him, but not quite so. She wasn’t looking at him like he was looking at her; instead she was gazing deeply into his eyes with a burning passion more akin to that of the Dragon of Fire. She was leaning so close to Raimundo that he feared she would fall into the water, but only for a moment. Fear was simply another part of reality that disappeared as their faces moved closer to each other, finally ending in their first kiss.

Kimiko moved her small hands onto the back of Rai’s head and pressed him closer to her. She wanted Raimundo, and that was the end of the story to her. Not a thing else mattered beyond having the Dragon of Air this night. They had been close, as all the other Xiaolin had, but the tension between Raimundo and Kimiko was almost tangible. While others joked, their laughs drifted into unconsciousness and Raimundo pushed forward, placing his hands on the edge of the pool, so very close to Kimiko’s bikini. He set aside the Eye and flicked it off a number of feet. He wouldn’t need the golden bauble to see Kimiko bare in a few minutes, he fully understood that.

She scooted back about a foot to allow Rai to hop up, his knees on the edge. Kimiko lay partially on her back, her elbows taking up most of her so that she could look on the chiseled form of her new love. He was sitting on his knees as a person in Asia might eat dinner, waiting for a sign. A parting of the legs was all the signal he needed to crawl to her animalistically, place himself over her, and restart their impassioned kiss. Kimiko, not fully out of her lustful daze, wrapped her legs around Rai, clenching her legs to get a response. Rai replied by removing some of the weight from his knees, allowing his pelvis to lower further onto hers. The sensation was indescribable for either one of them, their newfound sexual attraction taking them away. Raimundo began to make small thrusts towards the raven-haired warrior, making her breathing heavier and her eyes to close.

>>74658
Rai broke their kiss and took both of her hands in his and held them above her head. He was a bit taller than her, giving him adequate room to move around. He began to roll his tongue across her lithe body, her neck to the top of her chest to the base of her small breasts, which he circled with the very tip of his tongue. Kimiko shuddered, pleasure consuming her body. As her hands went practically limp, Rai took her bra and lifted it up, letting it lay around her neck. Cupping one stiffened breast, he took to kissing and sucking on the other, making Kimiko moan ever so slightly. He played with it like a slight fervor, kissing every part of it and gently nibbling on the stiffened end with his teeth after licking the areola for a moment or two. He repeated the motions with the other, his right hand now flicking at the one he’d taken care of. He felt it’s hardness and understood just how sexually excited Kimiko was. Looking up at the girl who was now breathing as if winded, Raimundo continued his downward trip.

He probed the divine curves of Kimiko’s sculpted stomach, his tongue excited by each new groove it found, eventually leading to her belly-button, which he dug into with nearly his whole face. Not the most enticing thing to do, but he simply saw it as practice. Running even further down, Rai’s tongue eventually found the silken jade-colored bikini bottom and he could swear that he smelled some sort of intoxicating aroma emanating from behind them. Raimundo, now bent on finding the source of this arousing scent, lifted Kimiko’s legs and reached at the small of her back. Finding the back of the bikini, he began to slide the emerald obstruction across her slender legs. She cooed with every inch, knowing somehow what lay ahead.

As they came off, Rai tossed them aside casually; they may have held a bit of the scent, but the prize was already at hand. Lowering her legs once more and spreading them so wide it looked like it may have hurt, Raimundo leaned closer to her small, untouched slit. This was clearly where the scent was coming from, and he knew he had to taste it for himself. Placing either one of her buttocks in his hands, he began to play with the folds of her womanhood, her excited moans and sighs only proof that he should continue. Rai went from encircling her vagina to running his tongue deftly upwards and downwards, daring to slip it in if just the slightest bit. As Rai finally inserted his tongue to the full extent, Kimiko’s legs gently wrapped around his head, ensuring that he wouldn’t stop for a good while.

He had no intention of leaving at all, the taste was simply too addicting. Her taste, Kimiko’s taste was much more than he could handle. The most beautiful girl he had ever known was letting him do this to her? The thought was almost unimaginable, but as the legs on the back of his head pushed him even closer into her, Rai knew this was no dream…dreams weren’t this good. As time went by, and his tongue moved into even deeper reaches of the girl of his dreams, he noticed that the scent was increasing exponentially. Kimiko’s moans began to grow louder and longer. After a great while of intense probing, her legs nearly crushed her lovers head as he tasted her first orgasm.

Her vice-grip on Raimundo slowly gave way to what he expected was limpness. But Raimundo was wrong. Instead of simply lying back and allowing him to have her, she flipped him deftly over her side as she would an attacker. Within a second, she was on top of him, his wrists in her clutches as she straddled him. Rai, his eyes wide in fear, didn’t know what to expect. Knowing that she had gotten a one-up on her new partner, the nude Asian girl reached down and kissed him, assuring him that harm was far in the past. No, she thought, she wouldn’t hurt him, she would just make him work for this.

Holding his wrists to his waist, Kimiko slowly began to buck and sway on Rai’s clothed member, the feeling of her beautiful body against his was enough to cause his member to hurt. After a few moments, Rai grabbed the end of his swim trunks and started pulling them down. Kimiko, noticing the movement, reaffirmed her grasp and wrenched his hands to his sides. No, she thought again, not that easy. She continued to grind against Raimundo’s crotch, now nearly putting her full weight into the motions. He was her playtoy now…or so she thought. If Kimiko wanted to play rough, Rai thought, then so could he.

Rai now attempted the same move on Kimiko, but she was anticipating this and they only landed on their sides. They now playfully struggled against each other, rolling across the warm stones of the pool, their waists moving against each other constantly. Without realizing it, they rolled precariously close to the edge. One more move from Kimiko, and they were both in the water. As they floated underwater, they came together again, and, for the short time they held their breath, the locked together and kissed. Before surfacing for air, Rai broke off and, with no effort at all, removed his trunks, letting them fall gracelessly to the bottom.

Kimiko swam for the edge of the pool. She was going to get out so they could continue their little games, but as she grabbed onto the edge, Rai grabbed her hands from behind and stopped her. As she looked into his tanned face, she saw that he would have no more games. As lust came over her once more, she focused her thoughts on the fact that Rai was going to have her, right her and now, and it excited her more than anything else before.

Raimundo was bent on having her. As he saw it, what else could make more sense? Removing one hand from his loves, he grabbed his erection, now rock hard; he moved it through the water and into the beginning of Kimiko’s butt. She shivered, even in the bubbling warm water of the pool, letting him know it was alright. She held her breath as he slowly moved forward. This was all the force necessary to get it in; the pool providing such excellent lubrication. Kimiko released her breath in a lustful yelp. The pain she was feeling wasn’t pain…it was something so much different. Feeling the warm, smooth meat glide effortlessly inside her caused her to shiver once more; this caused her to clench tightly, making Raimundo moan with ecstasy.

Kimiko was so perfect, thought Raimundo. Every inch of her body was another step closer to perfection, and now he was taking her. The thing he took most pleasure from was the fact that she was enjoying this as well. With every thrust he made, every time he pressed her lithe body against the warm, smooth rocks, every time he kissed her neck he could hear her moaning and sighing. Not a one of them spoke as the thrusts became more powerful, only the groaning became louder. Rai was fully inserting himself, attempting to press harder with every motion.

The more Rai thought of it, though, he realized Kimiko wasn’t feeling all that she could. If she could feel the way he did, she would doubtless come back for more; he had to try the other way. Rai buried himself within her as deep as he could, savoring the feeling. Moments later, he pulled out, much to Kimiko’s surprise. As she turned her head to protest, Rai reached forward and kissed her, drowning out the objections. Turning her easily through the water, they now faced each other. Looking into each others eyes, Kimiko lifted her knee up to her stomach and put her back to the rocks, a rather easy to understand sign. Rai replied by stepping towards her and kissing her yet again. He took a hold of her legs and lifted them up, again supported by the churning waters. He had her pinned to the wall with his waist, not yet performing the finale. He reached and began squeezing her butt, making sure to let a finger slide to her vagina every now and then.

Having finished his own little game, Rai grabbed his manhood and drifted it ever so slowly to the prize. Kimiko’s breathing was staggered; she closed her eyes in anticipation. Rai ran his member up and down, back and across her slit, the sensations sending them both near madness. No longer able to wait, Rai thrust inside Kimiko and felt her yell inside his mouth. Blood wasn’t an issue as she had lost her hymen through her extensive martial arts training, but the feeling was just as intense. Rai’s penis edged into her body piece by piece, the tightness of her formerly maiden body sending him into worlds of bliss. As Raimundo’s stomach touched Kimiko’s, he finally realized that he was completely in her. He wanted to look down, but he wouldn’t dare break their kiss.

Kimiko couldn’t believe what she was feeling. No sensation, no battle, no victory could ever match the sheer lust that was overcoming her. As incomparable as it was, she wanted more. Pinned though she was, she began trying to push herself further onto him, greedily attempting to take more of Raimundo’s member. Rai, overjoyed by this, began pistoning himself inside his love, matching her thrusts and returning them with interest. Time melted away as their hips crashed into each other, faster and harder, until it nearly hurt.

The pacing was slowly becoming faster; they were nearly at their end. Kimiko was moaning every chance she could into Raimundo’s mouth and grasped onto his back tighter. Raimundo nearly fell backwards as Kimiko’s grip became vice-like and her fingers clawed into his back. The warm, smooth feeling on his member told him that Kimiko was done, and it was his turn to comply. He pulled out further than he had before, allowing him to feel every type of ecstasy the motions allowed. His stomach tightened, and hold it back as he tried, he clenched and felt all of the sensations from the last few minutes suddenly wash back over him tenfold. The feeling lasted many moments, and the warm feeling he felt came back. Kimiko, unable to keep herself in such a position, let her legs fall down from its locked position behind Raimundo.

Raimundo took the small girl in his arms and exited the pool, still naked, and carried her to her quarters. He dried off Kimiko, who was now semi-asleep and placed her in her bed. He thought about staying with her that night, but knew the other monks would never understand. The two dragons had felt the purest love…and nothing would stop their ascension.

END

BTW, it's name is 'In the Heart of Battle'

>>74659
Damn man keep going, keep going

Hey, what's on TV? *CLICK* An UnImaginable Night

Mac walked the five or six steps up his porch to his house slowly. It was another wild day at the Home, and he was bushed. Bloo apparently invited every imaginary friend in the entire city over for some kind of surprise party for his birthday, but he wouldn't have any of it. He hated surprises, and all of the things that came with them. As such, he donned his war paint, tied a bandana over his head and crashed the whole ordeal. Goo wasn't very happy about the matter, but what did he care? She was one of many disappointed that day.

Closing the door behind him and turning the latch, he breathed out a deep sigh of relief; at last this crazy day was done. That sigh must have been very relaxing, as Mac suddenly felt a few feet higher off the ground. Opening his eyes just a bit, he grimly realized that wasn't the case. Staring back at him with tight-set, beady eyes was his older, idiot brother, Terrance. Mac pulled false smile across his face, hoping that it wouldn't be pulped out of him.

"H-Hi, Terrance? W-What are you doing all suited up? It's like seven at night?" He frowned at him with his usual disdain and snorted.

"Me and mom are going out for the night. I've gotta talk to a judge up north about those windows you broke. We're gonna stay at Uncle's place, so she wants you to keep the place shiny, got it, twerp?" To accentuate his concern, he tipped a flower setting over with his elbow, letting the sandy contents gush onto the carpet. "Looks like you've got cleaning to do, maid!" With this he laughed his way out the door. His mother wasn't far behind, coming down the stairs in a casual, yet professional dress.

"Mac, I'd like you to just keep things in place while we're gone, okay? It'll just be for a day or so, so you shouldn't worry. Can I ask you to maybe take care of some of the laundry while we're away? Oh, and don't worry, I saw your brother knock over the vase...I'll make sure he knows that." This made Mac smile sincerely, and he hugged his mother.

"Sure thing mom. You two be safe. Love you!" With that, she closed the door. Mac drew back the blinds to see their car drive slowly away, Terrance's arms folded dejectedly. Letting the blinds fall, he closed his eyes and contemplated. A whole day by himself, with no brothers or teachers (it was a Friday, after all) or parents to annoy him? He wondered what he'd do with himself in the meantime. Deciding it was best to keep himself busy, he started gathering the laundry. A hamper was next to the washing machine, and he began a room to room sweep of the house. Mom's room, his room, his brothers room, each were cleared of clothes, and separated into piles. Socks and underwear went into the white pile, pants and shirts into the color pile, good shirts and mom's stuff goes into the special pile. Flailing the socks and shirts, pants and pantyhose, Mac made sure to check the pockets of every pair of pants. Mom always had a special rule that if you found it, you got to keep it. This gave them incentive not only to check their things before they tossed them, it also inspired them to help out every so often. One of Terrance's grungy jeans was next; not a pleasing prospect, that much was certain. Grabbing it by the ankles, Mac began vigorously shaking the pants upside down in order to dislodge whatever was hidden inside. A rolled up stack of papers fell out of one of the hip pockets. His first reaction was that it was money, so he dropped the moldering garment and snatched the small papers. To his dismay, and shock to some extent, it was nothing more than one of Terrance's ‘special magazines' he'd started reading lately. What he saw in a lot of those things were so filthy that Mac decided it was best for his brother to just keep it. Tossing it in the hamper with a few other unsorted items, he shrugged.

Whites would be first to go, he thought with decision. He talked to himself while doing so to break the deafening silence.

"Okay, so you set the water to ‘hot', check. Wait a few seconds, then add one scoop of detergent, check. Then add one chug of bleach, then toss in the clothes."

"Actually, the list says, ‘two chugs'."

"Hey thanks, I was about to..." He froze. Recognizing the squeaky pitch of the voice behind him, he dutifully continued to pour bleach and toss clothes, not even bothering to turn his head. "Bloo, how the heck did you get in, and why are you here? It's late." In a moment he put the lid of the washing machine down and turned.

"Hey, don't talk to me that way, Mac; you're the one who blew that totally awesome party we all had planned. Mac's brow furrowed.

"I'm not in the mood right now, Bloo. I just want to have a quiet night to myself without worrying about you brining the place down."

"Well then I'll be out in a half an hour."

"Why so long?" Quick as a bullet, Bloo got behind Mac and started pushing him, heels skidding, to the door of the laundry room and opened it. Mac's jaw hit the floor.

What was once Mac's quiet, suburban home was now a raucous party house, complete with crazy party goers, streamers, balloons, confetti, and loud music. Imaginary friends of all dimensions were packed wall to wall, drinking drinks, eating snack food, and having a good time. Mac could see Wilt, Coco, Eduardo, and even Cheese playing a bizarre form of Twister on his living room carpet. Eduardo, cloven hoofed as he was, slipped and nearly crushed the lot of them. They all had a laugh and spun the dial again. Just as soon as their left feet hit a yellow dot, the music went dead silent. All of the party animals...and appliances turned their heads, ready to berate the person spoiling their fun when they saw Mac, red-eyed and teeth bared. He pointed to the door with a whip-crack; not wishing to test the anger of the boy, the imaginary friends filed out of the room, grumbling about the second party in a single day cancelled. As the last bug-eyed friend slumped out of the door, a blue blur flew out of the doorframe. Bloo landed hard on the pavement next to the sidewalk, a fresh shoeprint planted firmly on his behind. Looking back and rubbing his new bruise, Bloo saw his creator holding his arms folded, pacing his left foot.

"One of these days we're gonna have a talk about you loosening up, pal. It's not healthy!" Mac just rolled his eyes and shut the door, making sure he locked and dead bolted it. Putting his back on the door and sliding down it with a sigh of relief, Mac readied himself for a long nights sleep. Then he remembered he had chores to finish. Grumbling all the way to the laundry room, Mac picked a pile of clothes from off the floor, and reached up to open the washing machine. To his dismay, it wouldn't open. Had one of the imaginary friends jammed it, he pondered. The more he tried to open the lid, the more he noticed it give a bit. He couldn't see a thing through the clothes he was hauling, so he let them fall to the floor. Then, as if the jeans, shorts, and t-shirts were some sort of curtain, they fell to reveal Goo, sitting on the washing machine with a mile-wide grin on her face. Mac buried his head in his hands and began to run his hands through his hair to stem the tide of an oncoming headache. Leaping gracefully off the now unstuck machine, Goo put a palm under Mac's chin and asked with her typical chipper voice,

"What's the matter Mac? Not have a good party?"

"I didn't have a party."

"Well, then that's what's wrong. Party time in the laundry!" With that, she dove into a pile of clothes and began to swim around in them. Coming up from her dive, she had a pair of socks on her ears and nose that made her look like an elephant. She made a trumpeting noise and shot off the sock on her nose. Mac crossed his arms and hid a smile as best he could. No matter what, she could always make him smile. Goo was always so cute in that regard. Cute, as in the puppy and kitten sort adorable, that is, he reminded himself. Ever since her arrival, Mac had always been the end piece of a lot of risqué jokes amongst the imaginary friends of Fosters. He understood why, but he still didn't enjoy the fact, and tried as much as he could to distance himself from her.

Not satisfied with being an elephant, she began to put bins over her head and act like a robot, kick-stepping and all. Mac was laughing, which made Goo laugh also. Who cares, he thought; who the heck was going to know? He was almost on the floor when it suddenly occurred to him that one of the hampers she was making into helmets held a very scarring set of pictures. His mouth was open the same second hers was. She was paused, mid step, with that same dreaded laundry basket held over her head. Although at that angle she was likely looking at the pictures upside down, it didn't take much conscious thought to tell what they were about. Mac plugged his ears, waiting for the piercing shriek that was inevitably coming. When a minute had passed, he opened an eye and saw Goo, basket still placed squarely over her head, standing still. Was she in shock, he thought? Another minute went by, and Goo said through her helmet of dirty laundry,

"What the heck are these people doing without any clothes on? Bet they're pretty embarrassed!"

"Uh, yeah!" Mac said, deftly swiping the magazine. "Really embarrassed, now, could you get out? I've got to clean up my room." Goo smiled and rolled her eyes. She was so cute when she did that...wait, what?

"Nah, I think I'll stay and help you, whaddya think?"

"I think I'm going to have a heart attack." As the two of them left the smelly room full of smelly clothes, something followed them. Raising their noses, they realized it was the smell. Most of it was following Goo, who was probably busy running around playing all day. Her contact with dirty old clothes probably didn't help matters.

"P.U.! I smell worse than the imaginary unicorn pens. Howsabout I take a shower before I help you out, Mac?"

"Sh...Shower!? No way, I..."

"Thanks, Mac!" Before he could grab at her to stop her, she'd already gracefully leapt over his head and made his way to the bathroom. As the door slammed shut, Mac put his palm over his face and let it run down. How was he supposed to get anything done this way? It was just one distraction after another. As Mac began to sweep the kitchen floor, his thoughts continually drifted back to Goo, much to his dismay. She was always a good friend, someone he could talk to on a rainy day, and play with on the sunny ones. The fact that she was very imaginative and very attractive only...no, he told himself, no. What a more perfect way to drive away a girl than to get cutesy with them, he conceded; that was one of the last things he wanted. He wanted to be with Goo for a long time. Rats! Even as he tried to help his troubled mind he just made things worse.

Stuffing a pan full of dust into the trash, he worked out how to get Goo out of his head. As the water ran above him, he thought of music. How did he get rid of a song stuck in his head? That's right! He listened to it really loud on his headphones once or twice and it drowned it right out. Mac didn't know how it worked, but it did, and he deduced that it would work the same way for this situation. But how was this situation supposed to be resolved? Then it hit him; whenever he looked at his brother's magazines, he felt like he didn't want to look at another girl ever again. A cunning smile rose over Macs' mouth as he slinked his way towards the shower.

>>74661
Taking his shoes off, Mac slid on the wood floor that lead to the shower. Pressing an ear to the door, he heard her humming some tune that was doubtlessly on some cartoon she saw earlier that morning. She had a pretty singing voice...Mac rolled his eyes at his own silliness again. Turning the door handle with the greatest of care, Mac pushed the door open just thinly enough to see inside. There she was, completely nude, her typically held-up hair wet and hanging at her back. He couldn't completely see her as the shower curtain was frosted in design and fogged with steam, her shape was still perfectly visible. She was very well rounded, but lithe and fit as someone as active as her should be. Her toned stomach drifted hazily down into an area almost completely enveloped in steam. He could only imagine what the sight would be like if it weren't. Luckily for him, she was soaping herself down and her eyes were closed, allowing him to get as much of a look as he wanted. As she lifted her leg almost over her head to get at her thighs, Mac felt as if he was going to pass out. His heart raced and his breath came in baited snaps. Closing the door almost loudly enough to be heard, Mac leaned against the wall, wide-eyed, and composed himself.

Quickly sneaking down the stairs, Mac set about rearranging the magazines on the coffee table for no specific purpose than to keep him occupied and not thinking about the incredible sight he had just witnessed. Way to go, he thought angrily and absently, you did the exact opposite of what you wanted; now I can't stop thinking about her, no matter what. Man, though, if I could have stepped in there, I don't know what I would have done, I think I might have...

"Have what?" Mac nearly leapt out of his sneakers in fright. How long had she been there? How much had she heard of him thinking aloud? How did...his thoughts completely shut down as his eyes locked on the girl in front of him. Goo was standing in front of him, hot water still steaming over her dark and freckled shoulders, which bore her raven hair that lay upon them like coiling snakes. Apart from her jet-black hair, all she wore was a single towel from his closet. It was wrapped around her waist. As she held her arms akimbo and smiled at him, Mac got a perfect view of Goo's exposed breasts. They stuck out only by the smallest of margins as her bosoms were still developing, but the cool air caressing them set her nipples to stiffen. As locked onto her chest as he was, something in him couldn't help but send his focus down to her lower stomach which seemed to make a rounding path that would inexorably lead him to her... he lunged.

Without any conscious thought, Mac placed both hands over her breasts; they were warm to the touch and her nipples felt hard yet supple. As his mind tried to justify what he had just done, he looked up and shakily said to the goddess before him,

"You shouldn't go out like that, you're not wearing anything up top!" Not trying to move the boy's hands, Goo just did that adorable eye-roll and looked at him.

"That's what's wrong with you, Mac, you're too uptight! Live a little, be free!" As she chanted this line, she reached down, grasped the towel at her waist and pulled it free, tossing it in the air, allowing it to land on their heads. As his hands lay perched on Goo's breasts, his eyes forced his to bridge his head in his arms. There, covered in steamy shadows, twitching and shifting with her body, was her exposed vagina. Reactively, Mac reached his hand down in order to cover it up. To his surprise, two of his fingers slipped in by the slightest of margins. Goo shut her eyes and gasped, placing a hand on the one that had just entered her.

"Holy! Goo, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." She placed a finger of her other hand on his lips, silencing him. As she did this, she grasped Mac's wrist with her other hand and sent it deeper within her.

"I know a lot about being free, Mac," she said with a seductive slant to her tone, "free play, free popcorn at the movies...free love." Mac was astounded.

"Love? I didn't know you cared about..." Ever the one to keep him from finishing a sentence, the gap in the towel over their heads melted away as they shared a long, intense kiss. As she pulled away, she looked into Mac's eyes; they said only ‘yes'. Reaching forward to kiss him again, Goo unbuttoned and unzipped Mac's pants as he tugged them to the floor. In taking off his shirt, Mac also removed the towel, exposing them both to the cool air of the living room. Mac was nervously sweating, and Goo, her body only somewhat drier than before, began to cover in goosebumps as her skin chilled. Wearing only his underwear, Mac moved in closer, embracing the beautiful girl in front of him to dispel the cold.

As they kissed and ran their hands over one another's young bodies, exploring each other in ways unimaginable only days before, they felt the need for sex overtake them. Mac, suddenly a bit stronger than before, grasped Goo by the waist and forced her onto the couch, a devious smile overtaking him. As Goo looked on in puzzled enticement, Mac positioned himself over her and began to grind his pelvis and barely-contained organ against her raw flesh, letting the ice-white briefs make a contrast against her rich brown skin. As they kissed and grasped at one another, the grinding increased in pace and pressure, turning the bulge in the underwear into a moistened mound, wet with remaining shower water and Goo's love. As the briefs became translucent, Goo looked down to view what would soon be part of her. She smiled; Mac was well endowed for such a small frame. Her first love would be her best. As she kept her face locked with Mac's, she let a hand roam down his completely flat stomach, and let it maneuver into the small opening where the bulge of his manhood forced brief and waist to separate. Grasping onto the boys piece, she tugged gently, feeling it throb as it rubbed against her own slick love gate. Suddenly, Mac pushed himself up, and stared intently at the girl splayed out soaked and nude before him. Holding onto the elastic of his underwear, he tugged down with no resistance. Positioning himself over Goo, the head of his rod touching the cusp of her womanhood, but not fully inside, he hovered his face inches away from hers.

"Goo?"

"Mac?" Their faces were filled with indecision now, but trepidation gave way to desire. With the slightest of motions, Mac slipped into Goo, allowing gravity to slowly connect their waists. For a long while they stared at each other in the same way as a moment before, not sure where to go, or if they they should ever stop. As if with a mind of its' own, Mac's waist began to lift up again, only to bury itself deeply back into Goo. The motion repeated many times, and each time the two lover's eyes slowly shut, letting their passion not get in the way of anything else. Goo laid back completely, throwing her legs tightly around Mac. As he reached down and kissed Goo, he tried to pace himself; Goo was incredibly tight, given her virgin nature and her astounding flexibility this didn't surprise him. It made making love with her the most incredible experience as his shaft seemed to be tugged by a thousand slick hands, dragging him further into the smoky queen below him. Her hair lay in ragged clumps around her shoulders and breasts, moving only as much as would allow Mac to caress and grip them, enhancing Goo's pleasure. She began to match Mac's thrusts with her own, making the sound of their union smack in the air. Soon they began to giggle through their soft groans and sighs. It was the most incredible feeling they had ever experienced, and they wanted more.

Goo tossed herself around, pinning Mac to the couch and, after deftly positioning her waist directly over his own, began to ride Mac in a gently, yet powerful manner. Mac gripped her hips and forced her onto his rod, letting her miniscule weight force herself onto his member only harder. As the thrusting intensified, Goo placed her hands on his chest, letting the euphoria build. Mac matched her rhythm and let her long, obsidian hair lash out and caress his face. Suddenly Goo forced herself down incredibly hard and bit her lip, as the first of many orgasms overcame her. Mac took Goo by the waist and continued. Using his newfound strength once more, Mac pulled out and put Goo over the armrest of the couch. Embracing her from behind, Goo held onto Mac's shaft and guided it into her, letting Mac piston himself in and out, filling the air with the light slaps of waist to butt. Soon the sound increased, the pitch of their grunts and sighs becoming lower.

Goo turned herself around and, using the armrest as a makeshift pillow, pulled her legs almost completely over her head. Mac wasted no time in throwing the long, pencil-thin legs over his small shoulders and continued to thrust away, kissing her face, her lips, her neck, her breasts, anything that would bring them closer together. Mac wasn't pistoning himself anymore; now he was fully locked with Goo, thrusting, putting as much pressure as he could into her. Goo's tight womanhood had run slick many times, allowing his rod easy access. Goo's eyes were almost permanently shut, the exertion of so many orgasms forcing her to make every move. Mac still couldn't believe how tight she was, even after so much. Holding onto his mocha-toned lover, he stretched out so much he thought he would cramp every muscle of his body and let himself reach orgasm, filling his lover with his seed.

As he looked into his now sleeping love's shut eyes, he wiped away some of the hair that was shrouding her beautiful face. Kissing her in a way only a lover could, he slept, still locked within Goo.

The morning came a bit too early for the too. They sat, nude, and held hands, wondering what the next day would bring. Looking at each other's spent, sweaty bodies, they smiled and laughed and walked to the bathroom. As the steamy water in the shower sprayed gently forth, they entered, and made love again, something not planned, but not unimagined.

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'Extra Credit' come on down, you're the next contestant on The Post is Right!

It was warm that afternoon. The principal had chased away the contractors working on the air conditioning, claiming they were aliens from another world. Lunch looked like it was from wherever those contractors came from, and Todd could swear he saw it looking at him. Oh well, he thought, just another day at Wayside.

Mrs. Jewel’s class was muggy, although he never saw Shari take off her coat. How she slept in this heat, he could never tell. Of course, it wasn’t as if things were ever normal in this school. Myron was giving some lame speech about some lame guy who did some lame thing, and Todd frankly wanted to join Shari a good number of times. But every drop of sweat that would bead down his red head reminded him that that probably wasn’t a good idea. Salvation! The bell rang at its usual early time, and the class filed out in a mad scramble to escape this broiler of a learning facility. As much as he hated walking down the thirty stories…or twenty-nine if you believe the popular legend, he knew it would be well worth it to get back home with nice cool air. Like protestors rallying against some picket of riot cops, a line of students marched towards the door, glad to be free.

Unfortunately, freedom wouldn’t be quick in coming. No sooner did the sweet, cool kiss of outside air brush against them did the massive doors of the school slam shut. Enormous iron shutters slid down over every window, and every other exit seemed to sprout bars and spikes. Some of the students felt scared, others enraged that they had to stay any longer. Just as a fight was about to break out, the principal’s voice came over the speakers.

“Class, until this alien incursion is repelled, we can’t release you. You will all be under quarantine until the extraterrestrial menace has been wiped out. That is all!” Todd began to bash his head against a locker, and many of the other students began their own ritual for coming to grips with their leaders’ madness. Dana, ever the pragmatist, spoke out,

“This isn’t fair,” she cried out, “the rules state that we get out NOW! Plus, there’s no such thing as aliens.”

“Not true!” Myron replied. “Haven’t you heard of the Roswell incident? Aliens are real.” Soon, the commons area was a warzone of people who believed in E.T. and those that didn’t. Todd ducked out from under a flurry of spit-wads that seemed to be going at a machine gun pace. Like he was in some cheesy war movie, Todd ducked under bunkers of books and fortresses of desks. Soon, he spotted sanctuary, a broom closet, likely Louis’s who was sick for the day. Halo fever… Deftly turning the knob, he ducked inside, closed the door and locked it, so that nobody else could invade his private hovel. He sighed, a cool smirk on his face. Lying back, he put his head on his arms and considered a quick nap. The place was hot and muggy, but compared to out there, it was the Ritz. Suddenly, though, a strange feeling came over Todd, that feeling that you were being watched. He opened his eyes, and noticed a pair staring back, somewhat like his lunch earlier. Startled, he yelped, and was frightened even further when the owner of the eyes yelped back. Sitting up and turning around, he backed against the door, ready to either be eaten, or run for his life. To his relief, it was only Dana, holding the same surprised look in her bespectacled eyes.

“Jeez, Dana, you almost gave me a heart attack. What are you doing here?” She cocked her eyebrows and waved a thumb towards the carnage just past the locked door. “Oh, I suppose that’s a good reason.” She nodded, that all-knowing look in her eyes.

“Yeah, when the spit-balls start flying, I hole up in here. Thanks for locking the door behind you, Todd, I guess I forgot to when I slipped in.” Peeling himself from the door, Todd took a seat next to Dana, and listened as the school ripped itself apart. They laughed as they heard familiar voices cry out. The staccato thud of spit wads hitting the door reminded them every now and then that it wasn’t safe to come out. Every so often, her glasses would fog up, and she’d have to wipe them down with her shirt. He’d catch a glimpse at her belly button sometimes and realized that she wasn’t enjoying the heat any more than he was; she was sweating profusely. He thought of doing something to help alleviate her problem. Noticing a batch of towels on a rack, he pulled one off and handed to her. When she didn’t take it, he tapped her shoulder, unsure if she was noticing the gesture. She gave him a puzzled look.

“What’s this for, Todd?”

“You look like you could need it, that’s all.”

“Why?” He pointed to her sweat-damped striped shirt, the perspiration making dark, wavy lines from the neck down.

“Isn’t all that sweat bothering you?” Without any other provocation, Dana stood up, and faster than he could take a breath, Dana took her shirt off. She let it fold down in a perfect, wavy pattern on the floor. Only moments after did she notice Todd looking, his jaw firmly plastered on the floor.

“What?”

“Dana!” he said with a hand over his face, “put your shirt on, it’s not decent!” She rolled her eyes, and said in her usual tone,

“When people get warm, our bodies sweat to cool us off, otherwise we get heat stroke. That’s what I learned in biology, but then, you’d never know because you’re always getting kicked out of school before that class.” Todd pulled his hand away to level a finger at her in protest. Before he could utter a word, he stopped.

Todd had never noticed it before. In all of the while he had been at Wayside School, he had never really taken a close look at Dana. While most of the times, he was desperate to evade her wacky spasms, he’d not actually gotten a chance to know her. She was smart, of that there wasn’t much question. She was also very passionate about what she believed in, and would fight for them, no matter how insignificant whatever they were. But what he’d never noticed, never seen, never thought to think about was that right now, looking at him through her dark hair and her coke-bottle glasses…Dana was kind of cute. The way her stomach planed down, perfectly smooth and uniform, the freckles on her shoulders giving a kind of contrast to her delicate-looking skin. Man, he thought, if Maurecia could see into his head now, she’d probably wallop him into the 19th floor.

His thoughts were quickly halted as he felt a tug at his own shirt. That tug quickly became an all-out yank as he suddenly saw a world of red cotton and a tag telling him not to dry-clean this garment. Then, his eyes were focused again on Dana, who was now in possession of a new shirt.

“Hey!” He called out.

“Rules are rules, Todd, and that biology class told me to make sure you don’t get heat stroke.” She said this as if it were second nature for her to rip off a classmate’s shirt after unceremoniously doing the same herself. She was now lying against the wall of the room, hands on the back of her head, humming some tune he’d never heard. Stealing glances at Dana once more, he gazed at her stomach that slowly curved up to her sternum where a dainty bridgework of ribs softly rising and falling with her breathing. They slid one next to another, terminating at a white bra that…he bit his lip, almost enough to draw blood. Her bra had fared no better from her sweating, and now her breasts, things that a bra was supposed to cover up, were now accentuated by the thin material. They were small, yet developing, hardly worth the bra, he thought. Then, it came to him, in one great epiphany. A smirk that went from one side of the school to another went over his face.

He cautiously slid his way over to Dana, making sure she stayed in her musical fantasy land. Just when he was in the proper position, he curved his right arm under the crevice made where Dana was propped against the wall. Deftly placing his other hand in position without her knowing, he reached, grasping the clasp of her bra and, to his luck, he thought, got them undone. By this time, Dana had time to react and prevented Todd from removing the garment completely.

“Todd!” He simply replied by imitating that look she often gave to her classmates.

“Hey, Dana, rules are rules, and I wouldn’t want you getting sick.” Her eyebrows furrowed. On the one hand, she was losing her bra. On the other hand, she was disobeying the rules set before her. With a sigh of acceptance, she let the bra slip to the floor. Todd glanced on as he got his first uninterrupted look at Dana’s chest. Her breasts were capped by two small, perfectly circular nipples that seemed completely unaffected by their current situation.

“Dana?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is it that sweat cools us off, y’know, why we had to take off our shirts?

“Silly! ‘Cause water helps retain cool temperatures, that’s why. If you want to look at some of my notes, I would be more than happy to…” she never finished the sentence. Todd had leaned forward and, without objection or invitation, began to move his tongue around her chest, letting his tongue circle slowly around the top of her stomach. “What are you…?” she asked in baited breaths.

“You were so sweaty, you must be really hot, I’m just trying to cool you down.” He began to loll his tongue around her navel, letting his tongue fall in like it was a whirlpool of flesh. She gasped, a frightened look in her eye; she’d never felt like this before. Sticking his tongue deeply into her belly button made her spasm quickly. He looked up at her and saw that she didn’t know what was happening, but knew she wanted it to keep going. She slid down, furthering her angle against the wall. Todd began to gently glide his mouth further up, letting his tongue wriggle over each of her ribs. Soon, he began making lazy circles around her breasts, and noticed that she began to form goose bumps, and her nipple became stiff.

Good, Todd thought. This had to mean she was getting cooler. Much to his surprise, however, Dana said in deep, panting breaths,

“Todd, I’m getting really hot.” His eyes widened, and he suddenly became unsure if he was helping or hurting her. That’s when another set of thoughts came to his mind. If stroking and wetting down a part of her body caused it to cool down, which her hardened breasts proclaimed, then, ipso facto, that process would work somewhere else. At least that’s what his reasoning would be if she asked. Feeling a rush of confidence, he got on his hands again, and asked, ready to go at a moment’s notice,

“Where is it hot? I can help cool you off!” She was arguably sweatier now than before, her body glistening like a statue in the rain. Her hair was sticking to her body in loose strands that seemed to accentuate her features like marbling. She was blushing, unsure of how to answer. Her hands twitched in the air, recoiling every so often as her uncertainty wouldn’t allow her to point out where exactly. Wishing to keep his guise intact, he chose not to correct her, her hesitation only making her look more precious. At last, Dana closed her eyes and sighed, letting her hands fall to her lap, and she flipped at the zipper to her khaki shorts. Knowing precisely what she meant, Todd skidded back on his knees, and began untying her shoes, something like an EMT preparing a patient. He took a sort of amusement from this analogy, and began in his mind ‘prepping the subject’. Her shoes came off easily enough, and her crazy-colored socks weren’t much harder to remove. Her shorts were mottled with perspiration every few inches, and her breaths made it difficult to finally take hold of the zipper. Sliding it down with a languid slither, he caught a faint glimpse at her panties, but the somewhat dim lighting arrangements of the closet didn’t give him too much to view. That had to change, Todd thought.

He gripped the beige button of her shorts, and began unclasping it. She wore the garment tightly, apparently, and it popped open. It wasn’t to hide some sort of weight issue, she was very lithe and well-sculpted, but for some reason, she was wearing it much more tightly than she should have been. Deciding not to let such a petty quirk bother him, he looked at the treasure his ventures had brought him to. Her panties looked almost like her socks: multi-colored horizontal stripes, with a white frill at the top. Much to his appreciation, they too were damp, her own fluids setting her girlhood in wondrous relief to the rest of her body. They were opaque, however, and exposed little more than the shape of what he was about to witness.

At the home stretch, Todd grabbed the sides of Dana’s panties and began to slide them ever so gently down her legs. The way she was sitting made it nigh-impossible for her to get them off unaided, so she arched her back, giving the boy in front of her a spectacular view of her vagina. In his kneeling position, it seemed as if the lightly tanned petals of her womanhood beckoned him toward them. Soon, the wet article came off of her feet, which were pointing straight in the air by Todd’s design. He skimmed his hand down from her ankles to her thighs, and gently parted them, just so much so as to let Dana see what was going on. Her eyes were open, but not wide, her own sensual feelings likely dulling all of her senses other than touch. Normally, he would have wanted to savor the scent of her, but the principal would come out of his insane alien fixation at any moment, so time was an issue. He used his fingers first, letting them part her folds, wetting them from within Dana. She had her eyes closed, and her head bent back. She wanted nothing more than for him to do this, so he obliged. Cupping her small behind in his hands, he began to let his mouth explore her sexuality. His lips pressed against hers, and his tongue quickly followed suit. He waved it upwards and downwards, letting the tip contour to her every curve. Her legs parted twice as far as before. Then he slipped his tongue inside her vagina proper, and began lolling it around her, engorging himself in every decadent taste. Dana’s back arched, her breathing stifled by her want to stay in each moment of ecstasy as long as she could. If Todd could have smiled, he certainly would have when she placed her hands on the back of his head and buried him in her loins. That was good enough, thought Todd.

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Taking both of her hands in his, he lifted himself up and stared deeply into the girl’s fog-smudged eyes. Uncertainty, desire, and passion all played their parts in confusing her features. Such a hard girl to read, he thought. No matter, what was about to happen took about as much thinking as tying your shoes. Speaking of clothes, he inflected with another smirk as he gripped the edges of his own pants, tugging the baggy garment down until his briefs were exposed to the warm air. Dana could clearly see the lump contained within, and looked up at the new boy, again waiting lustily for his next move. His underwear was much tighter than before, but he still managed to get them off with little trouble. And there he was, nude atop a fairly hot girl, about to make the biggest score he’d made thusfar in his life. Dana, almost instinctively, laid back and spread her legs, her tongue-slicked petals waiting for his delivery. Calmly, she leaned up, put a hand over his shoulder and grabbed his member. Todd closed his eyes as she began to tug slowly, rubbing the head against her opening, the wetness apparent to his sensitive part. She began nibbling his ear and began to whisper some sweet nothing into his ear,

“You must think I’m stupid, don’t you, Todd?” Without warning, her legs knocked him onto his own back, the hand which was formerly caressing him was now gripping his throat, and the other, to his extreme displeasure, was equally firm in grasping his piece, her short fingernails coming close to biting through the thin flesh of his nether-area. She was on top now, a fury in his eye he’d never witnessed in her before. If she weren’t inches from castrating him, he would have probably found it attractive. “Did you really believe I was falling for all of that ‘heat stroke’ nonsense? I’m smart enough to know when some newbie’s trying to con his way into my pants, and I have to hand it to you, for a second I almost fell for it.” That smug condescension she had when she knew she had someone by the balls…figuratively, came over her tone. “But you made one big mistake that set me back on track. When I let my arms down, a normal person wouldn’t have known where to go beyond that. A guy like you, on the other hand…” Todd wanted to interject, to shout out for help, but her grip was a fine enough deterrent to those thoughts.

“Now, what to do? Tell the principal I was nearly raped by a new kid who trapped me in the closet?” Her voice was full of mock drama, as if she were laying out scenarios-to-be. She snickered, a nasal quality to her laugh. She leaned down until she was face to face with Todd and kissed him. He was dumbfounded, a jumble of unhappy thoughts and consequences bounding through his mind at a speed so quick he thought his head would explode from the inertia. Her tongue was now the stronger of the two, and she seemed to delight in the fact that he offered no physical resistance. She closed her eyes, her dual grips still tight. “I think that little story will work for now. However, our little ‘business arrangement’ doesn’t necessarily have to be all in my favor.” She released her stranglehold on Todd’s neck and took his arm. It was tense, but didn’t fight her movements. Taking a long, slow ride across her breasts, stomach, and even her womanhood, she let the hand rest on her behind.

“Much better, don’t you think, Todd?” He nodded his head stupidly. The way her body leaned over him, the way her hair bristled against his skin, and even the occasional time his imprisoned organ rubbed against her bottom caused that same part of his anatomy to pulse, captured but not silenced. She noticed, and slightly reduced the pressure. “Still after me, huh? Well, I’ll tell you what’s going to happen: you’re going to be mine from now on, understood? I will have you when I want, where I want. Don’t worry, there’s a lot of places to hide in this little asylum; plenty of dark niches where the two of us could…get close.” As she said this, her lower body gyrated, her bottom rubbing sensually against his rod.

“Now,” she said with a purring laugh that she said hovering next to his ear, “enough with the foreplay.”

After what seemed to be millennia for the poor boy, Dana released her grip on his shaft. On all fours, she hovered over his still-standing member. Her body language couldn’t hide it, she was as anxious for sex as Todd was. Gravity made it hard for her to tease him and, in fact his head disappeared within her glistening folds on more than one occasion. At first, she thought she was doing a rather shoddy job, but seeing Todd’s eyes clenched tight, and his lip almost bleeding from him biting down on it told her otherwise. She clutched his rod again, and one clenched eye shot open, worrying that another round of penile excruciation was about to begin.

Dana looked down at Todd and realized that she had made quite the catch in him. His red hair was smooth and well-trimmed, leading down to his face that she herself saw was very cute, including his gapped teeth that seemed to be counterparts to her own bucked choppers. He was so much like me, she thought. Even further down, she saw similarities. His stomach had only the lightest of sculpts, and seemed to cave in as he breathed in this position, something her own stomach did as she felt it sometimes, wondering. Wondering what it would be like to find a boy like her, wondering what it would feel like. So much like…me, she thought once more; one of a small Illuminati of sane individuals in this morass of lunacy. Clearly she also knew he was intelligent, having come so close to having her based on trickery alone. Maybe Todd might become something more to me than just some toy.

“What?” Todd asked, his eyes still focused on his entrapped loins. Had she been thinking out loud? Flustered, like any schoolgirl who let out a secret prematurely, she scrabbled in her mind a solution. If he should think I have true feelings for him, he might get confident enough to try something on her. She had to think of something and fast. When it came to her, she smiled, closed her eyes, and let her legs slide out from under her.

The feeling was fast. The feeling was unexpected. The feeling was impossible. As Todd looked where a hand had once been, all there was was Dana’s waist. He thought she’d slipped, perhaps pounced on him to teach him some kind of lesson. The tight, warm feeling of her velvety insides told him a far different story. Neither of them moved for a few moments. Dana’s first reaction was to lift up, the pain of her first penetration completely unexpected. She was no fool, she knew the art of sex through and through…via her studies, of course. That was her biggest flaw; she had no experience, so she didn’t prepare herself for the jolt as her maidenhead was taken. On the other hand, she was also blissfully unaware of the feelings that came after. As she kneeled there, with Todd still half way in her, she reached down a hand and felt where she became him and where he became her. She felt his piece, slick from entering her. The gentle caress she gave it made it pulse with a rush of energy. As it throbbed deep within her, as flesh expanded against flesh, she breathed in, tasting the air around her. Letting go of her mind, she bent down, kissed Todd longer than she’d ever kissed a boy before, and lowered her waist, letting her body do whatever it wanted.

At first it was slow, very slow. Todd, now in another world entirely, took Dana by the waist and began thrusting. His movements were so soft, so delicate that even as their moist bodies connected, they made no sound. They were kissing at first, of that there was no question. They made the noises, and generally did it as a formality. As their young bodies began to realize what was happening, that changed. As each thrust connected hip to hip, and lover to lover, the meaning became much more sensual, more purposeful. Soon they were exploring each other’s mouths, letting their tongues connect with each other as if it were a parody of what was happening below. Dana groaned into Todd’s mouth, and he felt her nipples stiffen against his chest.

Through the rush of sexual exhilaration he was feeling, he thought of how dangerous and thrilling it was to be doing what they were doing. He would have never pictured he would be making love to a girl in a school while it was still occupied. He’d fantasized about getting with some of the girls, but only in secluded or deeply erotic places where risk wasn’t a factor. He couldn’t imagine what he would do if someone opened that door and discovered them. What a sight: two students, the newbie and the nerd, having passionate sex in the janitor’s closet. Todd realized it didn’t matter. He didn’t care if his classmates, his teachers, the principal, hell, even aliens knew about. He loved… he loved her. It hit him like one of Maurecia’s little ‘taps’.

He stopped in the middle of his thrusts, and Dana looked down at him, her eyelids moving slowly. Todd curled his legs under himself and raised his body, letting the ebon-haired girl rest on his waist. Staring into each other’s eyes, bodies still entwined, their stares didn’t match. Dana’s eyes were low, glazed, and in another place altogether. Todd’s were fixed, and fiery with intent. He placed his hands on the small of her back and pressed, letting him engorge her. She moaned, and Todd began kissing her neck. She was warm to the touch, but nowhere near as hot as her vagina. When he lifted her, he felt a small slick; she must have had many orgasms. Despite this, she still managed to wrap her legs around his waist and hold him tightly, letting their bodies press together even further. As she bobbed over and over again on her lover’s rod, she breathed into his ear, letting every grunt be heard as she impaled herself.

Todd wasn’t holding up, their new position put his pleasure to a new level of ecstasy. He was pounding Dana so hard and so fast he was afraid he was hurting her, but every time he felt her clench more tightly, every time her small frame shuddered with lust, he went faster. The pressure was intense; Todd felt as if he were holding back an inescapable tide. With the slapping of their young bodies combined with her passionate grunts, he was going deaf. Soon he heard himself over the din, his own moaning overpowering his partner’s. Just when he thought he was going to pass out from exertion, he arched his back, thrust as powerfully as he could into Dana, and released. His body became weightless as his first orgasm rocked him to his core, an icy warmth coursing through his veins. At last, his first erotic experience completed, he laid back and felt the girl of his dreams curl next to him.

Many happy minutes later, the principal’s voice rang out in the PA system; the aliens had apparently been defeated and all was well. The sound of steel shutters flying back entered into the closet and the later sound of other students rushing past them told them it was time to leave. They got dressed, all the while looking at each other. Though they’d go home for the day, eat and sleep somewhere else, maybe even have feelings for each other in different places, a part of them would always stay at Wayside.

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Gone But Not Forgotten is an oddity for me. Might be the furry element, but it just kind of stares at me.

Basil of Baker Street was a contented man. His work kept him occupied, but he knew that if he ever wanted to, he could up and quit; saving the Queen has its advantages after all. Even though his nemesis was gone and his friend Dawson had moved away, Basil still stuck with his calling. He had seen crooks and fiends, traitors and hoodlums of all shapes and sizes. He had seen it all…until tonight.

The Great Mouse Detective had decided that keeping in shape was what was important in the long scheme of things, even though he still smoked. As such, he made sure that each night, he ran a quick lap or two around Baker Street before retiring for the night. Basil, in his jogging outfit, was nearly done with his second lap, when a noise echoed out from a nearby alley. Cupping his ear, he listened for the sound. Soon it became apparent that the noise was that of a small child in terror.

Basil rushed to the edge of the alley and peeked in. What he saw was a large, brutish mouse pointing a knife at a small child.

"Gimme ya money!" the oaf demanded. The child pulled out a small wad of cash and was about to hand it over to the criminal, when Basil walked into view. He kept a small revolver about him since his encounter with Ratigan, and it saved his life on more than one occasion; now, it was going to save this kids. Aiming it straight for the thugs head, Basil commanded,

"Drop it…now." Startled, he did as ordered and dashed into the darkness, never to be seen again. Basil replaced his sidearm and took the child by the hand, and led it into the streetlights.

"Did that monster hurt…" Basil was in shock. Standing before him was Olivia Flaversham, now aged thirteen. She was little more that nine when she and Dr. Dawson entered his house and began the greatest hunt of his life. It was his assumption that he was never to see her again, but was proven wrong. Olivia was dressed quite similarly to her first visit, except the clothes now seemed much shorter on her body.

"No, he didn’t’ hurt me, I’m alright; thanks for saving me. Oh, it’s so good to see you again, Basil!" She leapt onto him and began hugging him and smiling through the tears.

"I’m moving off to the America’s and I just wanted to say goodbye before I left."

"Well, then come on inside, its cold out here." Basil and Olivia walked back to the house, but she insisted on holding his hand on the way there. He gave the occasional glance at her, but she insisted on doing so. When they reached the house, Basil opened the door for her. As Olivia walked in, she cast a glance at him that seemed…seductive for lack of a better word. That was the only way he could describe what he saw: she raised one leg onto the tips of its toes, raising her buttocks, and gave him a wink. He contemplated this for a moment, but figured it was simply a local gesture where she now resided.

"You don’t seem to have changed around the place much, have you Basil?" she queried. Lab equipment was scattered here and there around his desks and tables, gadgets and gizmo’s poking out of everywhere. Apparently, the maid had left for a rather permanent vacation.

"I suppose not. Would you care for some tea, Olivia?"

"That would be great." Basil returned a few moments later with some cups of hot tea and joined Olivia, who was now planted on the couch. She was waiting intently on his return and took the tea gratefully. He was almost about to begin a conversation, when she pressed her finger to his mouth. A slow, piano tune was playing on his record player, and she seemed bent on listening. However, her glances soon went from the fire in the fireplace, to the floor, to Basil. Quickly, he began to feel her eyes upon him.

"Olivia, is something on your mind?" She gave him a slanted smile.

"Why yes, there is." She placed her cup on a side table and placed her hands on the center cushion of the couch, her head now at his chest level.

"Remember how I said I was here to say my goodbyes?" She looked up at him, casting that same glance that she did when she walked in.

"Yes," he said, his tenseness increasing with every velvety word she spoke. Basil hadn’t noticed immediately, but the girl in front of him was rather shortly dressed: her shirt only when to the top of her belly button, her skirt went no lower than her kneecaps, and her white stockings were now thinner in texture and went all the way up even past the skirt. Scooting closer to Basil, she said,

"Well, not only would I like to do that, I’d also like to thank you."

"For what?" His answer would have been different, but Olivia’s head was inches from his chest.

"For saving me…on a number of occasions, tonight included." She grinned as she moved over once more, now seated on the same cushion Basil was on, and began to caress him. Basil shot up and stood, his back to the fire.

"No! I will not have this!" His eyes were filled with surprise and anger until he noticed Olivia crying. He knew he had upset her, so he got onto a knee and leaned closer to her.

"Olivia, I know you want to thank me, but this is hardly the way." Her tears were drying up and she looked at him.

"Basil, this is the last time I will ever see you. I just wanted you to always have a part of me to remember me by, because I…I love you, Basil!" The words came in between gasping sobs. She was now buried in his shoulder, crying. He was thinking now, thinking in ways only the Great Mouse Detective could. Probabilities and chances whizzed by as the little girl whom he had rescued still held him.

Her tears were dry now, but she kept her head in his shoulder. He pushed her head off and clasped her cheeks in his hands.

"If that’s how you feel, Olivia, let’s see what we can do." Her eyes almost welled up again as a smile pulled back his hands. Basil reached forward and kissing and holding Olivia as she moved her tongue inside his mouth. They remained locked in place until Basil removed her hat and ribbon, and chucked them aside. He broke the kiss and used his hands to separate the two folds of cloth hiding her bosoms, which had grown slightly since four years ago. He squeezed them and fondled them, occasionally moving his lips around her breasts, kissing through the light fur that covered them. When Olivia was clearly becoming aroused at his playing, Basil removed his track shirt, and removed her top, which both clumped onto the floor in a loose pile. He got off of his knees and replaced himself on the couch, moving on top of the young beauty and continued kissing and fondling her, grinding his hips against her own in a precursor of what was to come.

As their naked fur and flesh locked together, Olivia began to closer her eyes. She lightly pushed Basil off and he sat upright on his knees. He noticed that while he was on top of her, she had spread her legs. She then put them back together and, after bending her knees, began to remove her green skirt. It slid effortlessly against the smooth hose she wore, and she kicked it off haphazardly onto the pile. Basil replied by removing his sweat shorts down to his knees, revealing the intense erection he had gotten, even through his underwear. She looked at him and giggled.

"Care for a practice run?" She sat up, put one arm around her neck and the other on his butt and pulled him back onto her. Basil was more than happy to push himself against her silken panties, his own cotton undies adding further contact. As he slid his cloaked member up and down her equally sheathed slit, she began to moan and pant. As she gasped once, Basil could feel his part becoming wet. Olivia was so slick with desire that it went through her panties and all the way through Basil’s underwear. He decided it was time.

Guiding her onto her feet, Basil took her hands and had her stand facing him while he sat. He kicked his sweat shorts off and removed his underwear. His red mousehood was standing straight and waiting for contact. He reached for Olivia’s panties and began to slide them off. As soon as they were on her feet, he began tasting her sex, exploring what he could, although his nose got in the way. Olivia shut her eyes again, and put her hands on Basil’s head. She began thrusting into his face, which he took as a signal.

Olivia straddled Basil, his tip now millimeters from the prize, as he placed his hands around her curved waist and dropped her down onto him. There was no pain for her, she was broken already. Being in ballet, she had torn herself years ago. Now, there was only ecstasy as she arched her back and listened to the sound as Basil penetrated her time and again. Basil could feel the heat from the girl’s womb on his piece. The tightness of her sex seemed to inject pleasure every time he plunged into her. He removed his hands from her hips and brought her onto him, holding her and kissing her deeply and passionately. The slapping of hips had its own tempo and rhythm as Olivia’s rounded butt raised and lowered faster and harder. She lifted herself off of Basil and laid on the couch on her side, raising a leg and smiling that seductive smile. He crawled on his knees a few steps, letting the lower leg go between his legs. Basil looked at her vagina, it seemed to sparkle with the dew that had formed from his pre-cum and her own juice. Grasping her other leg at the base, Basil reinserted himself and began to pump her again, making sure she was filled as full as possible with his penis. Olivia was groaning and gripping the arm of the couch, enjoying every minute that her virginity was being robbed of her.

Steadily, the pounding became harder and faster. Olivia was moaning to the tune of Basil deflowering her, his thrusting hips becoming her metronome. She orgasmed many times, fluid dripping out of her and coating Basil’s sac. He felt the pressure building, waves of euphoria coming over him and pleasure emanating from his rod as it pistoned inside and out of the young, voluptuous mousette. He stopped his thrusting, allowing Olivia to catch many deep, course breaths. She was becoming exhausted by the vigorous lovemaking and it was beginning to show. Orgasm after orgasm drained her not only of love water, but of energy. She was relieved when Basil stopped and lowered her leg.

He never removed himself from her, instead repositioning himself so that he was directly on top of her. The backs of her legs were now against his chest as he kissed her and held her, slamming himself again into and out of her. Her loud squeaks only made his experience all the more pleasurable. Basil now spread her legs and entered her deeper and faster then he ever had before. His rod was entering places he’d not felt before and he loved it. Olivia could feel new ecstasies flood over her as the penetration wracked her lithe body with constant orgasms. Soon the tightness and warmth began to become more than the Greatest Detective in all Mousedom could withstand. He shot inside of her, groaning as Olivia orgasmed for the last time.

They awoke the next morning, still entwined and still as one. Basil removed himself and, after taking a quick shower, returned to the main room. Olivia was awake now, sitting still naked on his couch, her eyes locked on his. They talked a little as she got dressed and had tea once more.

"So, Olivia, when does your boat leave for the America’s?" She gave Basil that same, sexy smile and whispered into his ear,

"Next week."

END

Oh god, I was reading that last one and I started noticing spelling errors. Man, I'm a grammar Nazi. Oh well, here's a favorite of mine, Ten Chances for Love.

“C’mon, Grandpa, do I really have to stay in the back of the camper? I may hate the woods, but this is even worse!” Ben Tennyson said to his grandfather, Max.

“You know the answer to that one, Ben. You’re staying there ‘till we get the results of that test back from Jimmy.” He replied calmly. Ben had been in the back of the RV lovingly dubbed the “Rust Bucket” for the last two days, and was becoming agitated. He didn’t see why he had to wait; all he did was pass out after a hard day.

He had come back from a great day of kicking alien butt when suddenly he fell. For no seeming reason whatsoever, Ben went unconscious not a foot from the RV. Gwen, his cousin, was first to grab him, shaking him to regain his senses. When she failed, his grandfather set him on the bed in the back of the camper. When Ben awoke hours later, Max decided to call a friend of his. Gwen took advantage of the situation, essentially treating Ben like a “patient” with her as his “nurse”. The chance to have a one-up on her headstrong cousin felt nice once in a while.

On the third day, a small black car driven by a small Asian man parked itself next to the camper. Gwen and her grandfather exited the RV and greeted him. Switching the black briefcase he was holding from his left hand to his right, the man looked down at Gwen and quietly asked of Max,

“Do you think it’s in the girl’s best interest to hear this?” he said expressionlessly. Max’s eyebrows raised and he pointed towards the camper.

“Gwen, how about you see how Ben’s doing?” She only replied with a frown and a crossing of the arms. She slunk back to the RV, but had no intention on checking up on her cousin. Instead, she went into the camper and exited silently through an open window. Crouching in the shadow of the vehicle, she listened in as the two men spoke.

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it Max?” the man said, rubbing his round glasses over his shirt.

“Yeah, I guess so, Jimmy. You’ve aged well since our “plumbing” years.”

“I wish I could say the same.” The two laughed like old friends often do, but the man’s expression soon returned to its original ominous seriousness. “In all honesty Max, your boy has a problem.”

“Problem? What kind of problem?” his face turning as grim.

“It’s about his exposure to the Omnitrix. His exposure to that contraption has altered his DNA.” Gwen stifled a gasp. Was she about to become the cousin of the biggest freak in the world?

“You mean he’s going to…” Jimmy raised his hand and forced a smile.

“No Max, it’s not like that. You see, he’s actually very lucky. Based on what I’ve seen, any other person would truly be a walking nightmare, but he is relatively unaffected.”

“But you just said his DNA had been altered. Now, I’m no biochemist like you, but I know a bad thing when I hear it.” He was becoming agitated at the lack of a point in the mans’ words.

“I never said it was a good thing, I just said it could have been worse” he said calmly. “Based on my testing of that sample you sent me, by all definitions, he is no longer your grandson, or Gwen’s cousin.” This quizzical answer only caused Max’s eyebrows to furrow. Sighing deeply, he thought of a way to simplify it for his old friend. “Look, you know that a certain part of a person’s genes indicate that someone is or is not related to someone right?” Max nodded his head. “Well, in Ben’s case, his DNA is essentially no longer related to yours. Put simply…he is the first of his line.”

Gwen, formerly crouched, now slid down on her back, sitting on the rocky floor and staring off into the void. No longer her cousin? Not a relative? The news simply stunned her from top to toe. Every time she looked at Ben now, it wouldn’t be as a relative…instead it would be as just another person or friend, albeit very close. This would make things so much different between her and her former “cousin”. Hearing more of the conversation beginning, she perked up.

“Yes, Max, I understand that this is very hard to swallow, but remember, he is quite fortunate.” Max’s eyes were closed in deep thought. Minutes later, he composed himself and asked him coolly,

“Any other good news?”

“Actually, just one more bit. As Ben was trying out his forms, each one of them left a bit of ultra-low level radiation from the Omnitrix. It’s not particularly harmful, but I wouldn’t risk it on the thing’s he’s constantly around. I would recommend you get rid of the things he’s come in close proximity to over extended periods.”

“Such as?”

“If I had to guess: combs, toothbrushes, clothes, things like that.” Max grimaced at the thought of having to get Ben to choose an entirely new wardrobe.

“And just how am I supposed to explain this to Ben?”

“I would only advise you to tell him about the radiation. That I’m sure he’ll understand. Don’t tell him or Gwen about the…other thing. I think it’s in their best interests if we just wait until we mention that.” Max nodded his head in agreement. “I’ll take his clothes and dispose of them. I should be leaving soon to get back to my ‘real’ job back home. Tell Ben to stay in bed a few more days to make sure he’s recuperated. I’m sure you guys are in need of a break anyway.”

As the two walked back towards the camper, Max could swear he saw something to the side, but chalked it up to the woodland life. Entering the RV, Gwen was seated next to one of the open windows, holding a half-finished can of Slurm Cola. Asking wither her usual enthusiasm, her grandfather merely leaked out the information regarding Ben’s attire, to which she giggled at falsely. She knew already, and relished in the idea of laughing at her clotheless…and she stopped mid-thought. What did she consider him now? A relative? No, he wasn’t related to her anymore. A friend? No, he was so much closer than that. Before she completely drifted into her complex thoughts, she heard Ben “taking in the news” and laughed, now distracted by his predicament.

Gwen sat back and watched as her grandfather and the small man carried out handful after handful of clothes to the opened trunk of the man’s small black sedan. The lucky sock, the logo-decked shirts, the running shoes he always had, all of it was slowly exiting the camper and awaiting transport to some unceremonious dumpsite. When all was said and done, the two old men chatted a bit more, and Max went inside the RV.

“Gwen, I’m going into town to do some catching up with Jimmy. You hold down the fort while I’m gone, okay?” Gwen sighed, crossed her arms and puffed,

“Whatever.” Grandpa Max just smiled and walked back towards the black car. As he left with Ben’s clothes, he waved at Gwen and disappeared into the landscape of the forest with Jimmy.

Night soon after fell on the camper, and Gwen was stuck in the middle of the forest with her…close acquaintance Ben. She couldn’t believe the rottenness of her luck: here she was, a girl with something that passes for a social life stuck in a nowhere forest in a nowhere RV with a nobody boy. She took some consolation in the fact that she was at least wearing clothes. It was a bit cold in the camper, and Gwen could only imagine how Ben was feeling alone and naked.

“Alone and…” It suddenly came to her. It wasn’t bad luck at all that brought them here. No, it was good luck, she was sure. How else could she explain her situation: a boy she’s always had feelings for is suddenly no longer out of her reach, is wholly unclothed, and is alone with her in the middle of nowhere. She felt the embossed cat on her blue shirt and stared blankly into space. This is what she wanted. She wanted Ben. Making her mind up, she walked to one of the side panels of the RV, and grabbed some of her old clothes.

Ben sat sullenly on the lone bed sheet on the mattress and held his chin in his hands. What a lousy day, he thought. A whole day’s worth of alien butt kicking down the drain, all of his clothes are gone, and now he’s stuck in this RV? What could make this day possibly worse? No sooner did he finish this thought when Gwen walked into the room. He didn’t bother talking to her; the verbal tirade was about to start he figured. Much to his surprise, none came. The only thing that would acknowledge that she was even there was that she sat on the stripped down bed next to him. He raised his head from his hands and looked at her with a shocked look. She was wearing her Lucky Girl outfit, sans the mask, and looking at him with a glare he had never seen in her before.

“What’s the occasion?” he asked. She didn’t reply, instead she scooted herself closer and grabbed his hand in an inconspicuous manner.

“Ben….look, I’m here to…” she sighed and closed her eyes. Ben simply looked on bewildered, wondering what Gwen was up to.

“Ben, you know how you look at me from time to time when you think I’m not looking?” He quickly denied doing so in the classic manner of a person caught red-handed. Eventually, his head sank in embarrassment. He’d heard all about things like that about women from the older boys in school, and wondered if it were the same with Gwen. She was very beautiful, her fiery hair in place, her sparkling green eyes. Her body was exceptionally stunning. He’d seen her flat, smooth stomach a number of times at the pool, and her slender, smooth legs only added to her attractiveness. Of course, he realized, this was all relative to others, being as he was a relative to her.

“Don’t feel bad, Ben. You see…I take a look or two myself.” She blushed. Ben didn’t know what to make of it. Was Gwen out of it? He’d never heard her say such things before. He leaned towards her and placed a hand on her head and said jokingly,

“Is your brain running a fever or something?” Gwen nabbed his hand by the wrist, jerked him down, and kissed him. Not just a peck or a basic smooch, this was a full-fledged tongue kiss. Ben nearly leapt backwards, horrified and confused. He demanded to know what was going on.

Gwen, like her Grandfather, told him only so much. She revealed the fact of the Omnitrix’s mutative powers, but only in regards to her. Gwen knew that Ben loved his grandfather very much and would break his heart to know the full extent of his changes. As it was, Ben was still shocked. Gwen was just another girl now to him. No longer a relative, just a girl; a very beautiful, attractive…sexy girl. Pieces of the puzzle suddenly fell into place in his mind. He stood on his knees on top of the bed, looking at Gwen who was now fixatedly looking at him. Ben never bothered to cover his privates; being blood relations sort of eliminated the need. Now realizing the extent of his situation, he clasped his hands in front of himself.

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Hah, 666 and I call it a favorite of mine...someone telling me something I supposed?

“Why are you dressed up like Lucky Girl?” Ben asked. There were no monsters around as far as he knew, and her magical powers had dissipated since her initial go as a superheroin. Again, she didn’t answer. She stood up and clasped Ben’s shoulder, gesturing him to move to the edge of the bed. He sat down, his feet on the floor, hands still firmly placed. When Gwen felt Ben was in the best spot. She took a few steps away from the bed and began to dance slowly. It was no dance she had performed before, this one was purely sensual. She turned around to show Ben how well her skintight suit formed to her firm butt. Gwen began feeling her whole body, rising slowly up and down, holding onto furniture for leverage as her hips moved from left to right, swinging in a hypnotic movement as her fingers explored her clothed self from top to toe.

Ben had seen enough of the solo act. He removed his hands to reveal an erection that was slowly increasing in size. For a boy his age, he was moderately well endowed, and Gwen shivered in anticipation in her suit. Spreading his legs just slightly, Gwen turned around once more and sat in Ben’s lap. She let his member slide gracefully on her lower curves. He grabbed her waist and raised and lowered her nubile form, sometimes letting her slide gently down, or sometimes putting a little bit of pressure on her rear, making her sigh lustfully. He leaned back, letting Gwen fall back gently with him. He placed one hand on her stomach and one hand on her womanhood. As he gently began to caress her sensitive area, Gwen looked into his verdant eyes. She was surprised as to how much he knew about pleasuring women. She chalked it up to the brainy form he would occasionally take on. Speaking of the Omnitrix, though it was made of metal, it didn’t feel cold, even as Ben began to fondle her small breasts; it was warm and gently soothing, as if it wanted Gwen as much as its user did.

Her suit rubbed against Ben’s naked flesh, making strange noises that sounded a bit unnerving. They laughed in between their carnal panting, and Gwen stood. She fumbled around for the zipper that began at her neck, but just couldn’t reach it; Gwen had trimmed her nails, making it hard to grasp. Gwen would have asked for help, but Ben was already behind her. He kissed her neck, making sure he felt all of her that he could. Ben grabbed the small zipper and began to pull down, seeing how Gwen intended on meeting him. Pulling down, he found that she neglected to put on a bra. When the zipper was at the small of her back, Ben began tugging Gwen’s suit forward. Slipping the arms out, the suit fell limply over her front. Standing half naked in front of a fully naked boy, Gwen’s arousal was intense. She savored every moment as Ben began fondling her exposed breasts. Her nipples became hard quickly; the cold room added with the stimulation of a boys touch made them stiffen. Ben rolled his fingers around the ends of her nipples. He spun Gwen around and looked at her: she was beauty defined from her fiery hair, her jewel-like eyes, all the way down to her plum-sized breasts that begged to be felt.

Gwen held on to Ben for longer than she could remember, and stared into the eyes that were probing her. Eventually, he broke off from the gaze and look downwards. The tightness of her suit prevented him from seeing her sensitive area, but the more he envisioned what it would look like, the harder he became. As this happened, Gwen began to think. How could this be? How could two people their age know what they were doing? How could he be aroused by her? She closed her eyes and smiled…she was just lucky. She embraced Ben, disrupting him from his view. She reached down with her hand that was formerly on his shoulder and ran her small fingers down his smooth stomach. When she reached the tip of his manhood, Ben shivered. Gwen held it in her hand and toyed with the tip of his penis with her thumb, like a pilot finding a target. She began tugging and pulling, firmly, but with her usual gentility. Ben found this to be irresistible. He decided to pay her back by lowering one his own hands and began to caress her ass. It was small and firm, but kneaded gently. Gwen cooed at the sensation and began to increase her rhythm. Ben’s fingers soon inched their way lower and lower on her rear until they neatly found the center between one end and the other. As if on cue, Gwen raised one of her tightly clad legs and placed them around Ben’s hips. He stopped his fondling and looked straight into her eyes. They were nearly in tears over the anticipation. It was time to have her.

Ben kissed Gwen passionately and laid her slowly onto the sheetless bed. It was better that he, he supposed: less to clean after all. His thoughts snapped back to his lover in an instant. He released her butt and stood. Gwen was now half-naked, her feet touching the floor as the rest of her body lay flat on the bed. She would steal a glance every now and then at his member, reminding herself of what was coming. She raised her knees and displayed her barely clothed self to Ben. He responded by taking his hand and rubbing the area of her vagina slowly and deliberately. She gasped and his palm ran over and over across her slit. Suddenly, Gwen raised herself on her waist and looked at him with a sly smirk.

“Ben,” she said soothingly. Not prepared for anything to say, looked at her stupidly bewildered. Was she going to stop? Tell grandpa? Worse? As his expression changed to abject fear, she giggled and said, curling back her radiant hair,

“My suit’s gonna get all wet this way.” Ben breathed a massive sigh of relief and let her legs fall with a thud on the floor. He reached at the edge of the rubber-like material and began to pull down. Gwen added her own hands to his and lifted her bottom half to aid in the removal. As the suit peeled off her, Ben took in her luscious thighs, her beautifully tanned legs and, of course, her lily white petals. They were glinting with her own moisture, and seemed to cry out in their own hairless fashion for attention. As the last of the suit slinked off her creamy legs, Ben got onto his knees and approached the ultimate prize.

He saw how moist Gwen was getting and wondered what it might taste like. Gwen leaned back and shut her eyes, not daring to watch, lest she become impatient and scare Ben away. As his tongue finally reached her warm slit, she grabbed vainly for non-existent sheets. The feeling was immeasurably erotic, and she began to breathe deeply, as if claustrophobic. Ben grabbed onto her waist at the base of her legs and began to taste every last inch of her. He thrust her body into his face, making her moan noisily. He was glad they were in the middle of the forest: not a thing they did could be heard or interrupted. His tongue felt beyond good to Gwen. She bucked and lunged herself towards him, ensuring that all of her insides could feel as good as they did. Her breaths became faster, and her moans got louder and longer. As Ben continued, he noticed that she was shivering a great deal. He was doing a good job, he figured. Without warning, Gwen grabbed his hands and entwined them with hers. Before he could object, Gwen nearly screamed out as she experienced her first orgasm. He was doing a very good job, he figured.

As Gwen’s breathing slowly returned, Ben stood, still holding her hands.

“Are you alright?” he asked. For a long while, she laid, not moving, and just stared into Ben’s eyes as sweat made her body glow in the light of the camper. As soon as Ben was about to repeat his question, she whispered as loud as she could,

“Ben…I love you.” She had this countless times before. She had said it hundreds of times when they were relatives. The way she said it this time, however, was something entirely different. It wasn’t the half-hearted saying of a sibling, it was the admission of a lover, and Ben knew it. He laid his hands on her sides and pushed her closer to the center of the bared bed. He crawled onto the bed on his knees and threaded her legs in between the bed and their clasped arms. Ben leaned towards her, placing their arms above either of their heads and kissed her. To Gwen, all of the words ever spoken couldn’t match the love felt in that kiss. Nearly simultaneously, one of their hands reached down: Ben’s on his shaft, Gwen’s using her fingers to gently part her folds to let him enter. He played with her, running his head gently up and down, allowing only the entrance of her vagina to feel him. After a moment or two, Ben decided that the time for playing was over.

He dipped into her gently, allowing her full control as he entered her. Gwen’s eyes lolled inside of her head and sensations a hundred-fold greater than before coursed through her. She moaned lustfully in Ben’s mouth, and he replied by delving further into her. Gwen began toying with her own slit, moving her fingers around the area. Ben reached for her hand and pinned them both above her. Gwen looked startled as he remained as composed as before. If that was the way Gwen wanted it, then that’s how she was going to get it.

Ben began to piston himself slowly, ensuring that he didn’t harm Gwen. She was more than glad that he’d stopped her. He was doing things that her fingers could never hope to accomplish, and her ecstasy only increased as a result. Ben’s member was fully engorged in Gwen, and he could feel every part of her. The sensation as muscle after muscle brushed against his penis was intense, a bigger rush than any sport he’d ever participated in. His body, pressed on top of hers, made him feel warm in more than one way. The way their bodies were locked together made Ben experience so many different sensations that he was as confused as he was locked in determination. Gwen loved him, and he loved Gwen, and if this was something that she enjoyed, then he was more than willing to oblige.

Faster and faster Ben went, thrusting so quickly that their hips began to make light slapping sounds, like a dull clap. Ben raised himself onto his knees and began to push himself inside her as her lower half dangled in mid-air. The newfound position was even more sensual than the last as his member grazed against even more of Gwen’s vagina. She was in a sexual daze, almost numb to the world, hearing only the clap, and feeling only the greatest sensation she’d ever experienced. Hypnotically, she raised herself with incredible upper body strength and stared at Ben, who was now looking at a girl with a slightly glazed glance and a satisfied smile. He smiled back and grabbed her butt. He only needed to lift her now, this position allowed gravity to do most of the work, and Ben to feel the most of Gwen as she fell onto his shaft.

Minutes passed by one at a time, and Gwen orgasmed more times than she could remember, the fluid allowing the motions to continue smoothly. Ben’s motions became faster and faster; he was having trouble holding it back. When he felt that the time was coming, he laid Gwen on her side and lifted her leg. Kneeing himself forward, he reached the point where he could continue and did. Their mutual sweat was glistening off each other, and Ben began to clench his teeth. His stomach was turning in knots and a deep pressure soon began to build. Not knowing what was happening, he went faster. If this was the end, he was going to be sure it was with the girl he loved the most. Much to his thanks, it wasn’t the end. It was the beginning of the greatest euphoric explosion he’d ever felt. As Ben released inside of Gwen, he let her leg fall slowly off his shoulder and onto the bed. He soon collapsed on the nigh-unconscious Gwen and drifted off to sleep, their bodies still warm.

The next morning, Ben dressed himself in one of his grandfathers’ robes and prepared a light breakfast. Gwen came into the kitchenette dressed in a pink bath towel. As he grabbed at a gallon of milk, she turned him around and they kissed each other again. They didn’t dare attempt a second go that morning; Grandpa Max would be back at any minute. This isn’t to say they never tried again, quite the contrary. Ben had had numerous adventures before, but none would be as exiting to him as Gwen was.

END

This next one is the sequel to the last one, titled Wolf Boy's Bane. This one has some reverse noncon, as somebody was mentioning it.

The arid lands of the desert were as unforgiving as the vultures hovering above the small Indian settlement the Tennysons drove into. Ancient and abandoned pueblos lined the walls of the large plateaus, and Gwen took time to take a good snapshot or two. Max, patriarch of the group, was too busy fighting back the scorching heat to notice how Ben and Gwen kept their hands clasped together at almost all times. Of course, he had noticed how the two seemed to be getting along better than ever before. The fighting stopped at an alarmingly fast rate, and now they seemed more comfortable with each other. Chalk it up to becoming mature, he told himself.

The Navajo settlement beckoned like an oasis to the trio; the Rust Bucket had to be ditched nearly a mile behind due to the impassable sand. Upon reaching it, a man, presumably Wes Green walked up to the old man with a canteen which he quickly snatched.

“Welcome, Max. I hope you didn’t mind the small hike.”

“Not a…problem...Wes,” he said, still panting, “Didn’t you have a granddaughter here?”

“Yes, I do. In fact, she’s right here.” They looked at each other with a bit of puzzlement. The man simply smiled and stuck his thumb up. Taking the hint, they looked up and saw an exceptionally large bird in the desert sky. Suddenly, it became much larger as the glider dived down. The group hit the dirt as a fit of childish laughter rose from the air.

“Kai! On the ground, now!” A groan of discontent could be heard from the kamikaze glider as it slowly arched its way back down. As landed, a thick pall of tan smoke arose. Ben coughed and waved the dust away, but gasped for air when he saw what was through the smoke. There, in a haze of dust and wind, was a girl, no taller than he, with shining, brilliantly black hair. Her eyes, green as ancient turquoise, seemed to pierce Ben without even trying. Her voluptuous figure was accentuated at every point by the skintight gliding suit she wore. Every curve of her body could be seen in all of its glory, from her newly budding breasts, to the nearly perfectly smooth hips she seemed to shake with every step. He couldn’t have imagined what he would have done if he would have seen her other side. Ben had never felt this way about a girl, at least not since…and that’s when it hit him. He hadn’t noticed before, but the hand that had been holding his so lovingly was now under his chin.

“Forget how to use your jaw, Romeo?” Gwen was staring at him with that glare that made him want to reach out and kiss her.

“No…I’m just tired is all.” The girl in front of them laughed a bit. She reached out a hand.

“My name’s Kai, Kai Green.” Ben, formerly love struck, was now paralyzed. His eyes widened, he had no idea what to do. He nearly backflipped and ran as she came closer and took his hand. Her soft touch seemed to melt him from the inside out, his hand starting first.

“Ben name is my.” He blushed when he realized what a stupid thing he had said. Before he could fix the sentence, she had already turned her attentions over to Gwen. She was staring hot shards of molten death at her, and was almost as apprehensive as Ben in clutching her hand.

“The name’s Gwen.” She thought that this new girl must have been a moron or something…there’s no way she couldn’t notice that she was giving her the evil eye. But there she was, simply standing there, smiling dumbly as she did just about everything except make Ben fetch a stick and play dead. If she could have just five minutes with her in a dark alley with a broken bottle she’d…

“Hey Gwen, c’mon, we’re going!” Ben called out. Apparently, five minutes had passed anyway.

Wes made it a point to show off every single nook and cranny of the pueblo, or at least that’s how Ben saw it. He’d quickly gotten into a cycle of sorts as the old Native American led the way. First he’d try to pay attention to Mr. Green’s dulling history lessons, second he would shift his focus onto his beautiful granddaughter, Kai. Next, Gwen would either give him a flat tire or smack the back of his head, after which he would promptly bring his attention back to Mr. Green and begin the cycle once more. With each little smack and slap, Ben began to wonder if he felt the same way about Kai as he did about Gwen. No, it was impossible, he thought. He knew nothing about this girl, and he had been making love to Gwen for goodness knows how long. But something told him in the back of his head, like that song that sticks in your mind and refuses to leave, that he wanted Kai.

As their trek ended, legs numb, Mr. Green stopped in front of a large statue, a kind of centerpiece for the ancient city. The statue was of some kind of beast, with two legs, and a wolf’s head. Even in it’s decayed, and weather worn state, it was still fairly ominous.

“This is a statue of the Yenaldooshi, an old and terrible demon of this land.” Ben stifled back a laugh as hard as he could over the ridiculous name. Even Gwen could be seen placing a hand over her mouth, as if she were studying it profoundly. Mr. Green didn’t seem to notice, and he placed a hand on Max’s shoulder.

“You should come with me, old brother; I need to speak to you about this statue in…more detail.” Taking the other man’s initiative, Max walked with his friend, but made a point of it to look back and give Ben a wink. “Kai, give your new friends another tour of the place while we’re gone.” Gwen gritted her teeth at the concept of being that girls’ ‘friend’.

She despised the fact that at every chance he got, Ben would always ask another question to Kai as if he actually cared about what she was yammering on about. To keep from simply braining the tramp, Gwen pulled out her camera and began clicking away, not honestly caring about what it was she shot. The minutes seemed to drag on as she heard that girl’s obnoxious voice mixed with the whir of her camera. A rock here, a stone there, a lizard butt the next. Soon, however, she realized that that obnoxious girl was her. Pulling the camera away from her, she realized that she was alone…Ben and Kai were gone.

“So what is this house supposed to be, Kai?”

“It’s the home of a tribal shaman, it’s said that his temple is supposed to be around here somewhere in the pueblo.” As Kai led him up and around the massive stone buildings, the voice in his head grew steadily louder. He tried to drown it out by asking more and more questions. This seemed to keep Kai interested in him as more than just another mindless tourist. Be that as it may, the voices seemed to get louder in his head, and he began to suspect they weren’t his. He was about to place his hands over his ears to try to drown them out, when they stopped, leaving a deafening silence. The room was moderately sized, a rectangular room apparently underneath the pueblo proper. It was some kind of ritual room; a fire lit on the ground sent light wisps of smoke up through a chimney of sorts and a low, stone pillar lay on the floor. It had a set of shackles on it…must have been for sacrifices, Ben thought. That gave him the idea for his next question.

“Hey, Kai is that table used to…” she pressed a finger against his lips. He was startled to say the least, and he lifted up his arms.

“Don’t worry about it, Ben. I know you don’t really care about all of this boring stuff. I think it’s all just junk myself.”

“You do?” She gave him a mischievous look.

“Yep. I think I know what it is we both really want to learn about right now.” His face reddened almost as much as hers was naturally.

“That being?” He tried to sound as unknowing as possible. She responded by pressing her tightly clothed self against him and saying,

“Us.” She took her hands and grabbed Ben’s and proceeded to place them squarely on her small, round behind, and she mimicked him kneading her cheeks like a marionette. Soon she found that she no longer needed to assist the boy, and he eagerly began to feel her with a newfound interest. She looked straight at Ben with those same, piercing eyes and edged her face closer to his. As their eyes closed, they kissed. Ben felt the same passion, the same burning desire for Kai he had felt with Gwen. No, this was something entirely different. With Gwen he felt a deep and sensual lust for her; with Kai it was so much more primal, so much more animalistic. He pulled her in closer, letting his tongue reach in and explore her mouth, claiming it with every stroke. Kai was playing her own part, reaching under his shirt and feeling his bare chest. She reached with both hands and began pulling the shirt up, having to force it past Ben’s head. The warmth of the fire lapped on his body as he looked at Kai. Her eyes now had a twinge of apprehension; she was waiting for what he would do next. He gave her his answer by pulling at her thighs and coming in for another forceful kiss. The fire was as ice to Kai’s warm body. The more he kissed and felt her the more he realized that she was his, and he was going to have her. Nearly shoving her against the tablet, he moved over her. She was almost frightened by his assertiveness, but made no complaint when he joined her on the slab and began to caress her body again. Her legs, her thighs, every inch of her felt right, but somehow so wrong. Guilt? Shame? No…it was her suit.

Ben grabbed her leg at the knee and lifted it over his head. She gave him an encouragingly seductive look and rolled on the fire-warmed rock. He had wondered what he would think when he saw this end of Kai, and now he knew. He pressed himself against the girl and began to kiss the back of her neck. She cooed, then reached behind and traced her hand from his stomach down to his khaki pants. The minute her hand passed across his member, she gasped. Not only out of ecstasy, but also out of surprise. For a boy of his age, he was rather ‘gifted’. Ben, nearly maddened by the tension, looked desperately for a zipper on the tight suit while trying not to spoil the pleasure of their foreplay. At last, he found it, at the base of her neck. He slid his head over and grabbed the pull tab with his teeth. As he edged his way down, he felt her shiver. The vibration from the zipper must have been pleasing to her. The zipper ended just below the small of her back, and as he raised his head, he could just make out the edges of her thin, red panties. They almost seemed to blend into her flesh, but he was going to see about that. Reaching through some of the suit, Ben grabbed Kai’s waist. Getting on his knees, he lifted her up likewise. She turned her head around, and they kissed once more, letting their passion warm them. Ben moved his hands inside the suit and found her breasts. They weren’t large, just normal, just right. Her nipples were hard, and they rolled with his fingers as he played with them. She groaned in his mouth, and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. When she was done, she helped Ben in caressing her breasts, kneading them, squeezing them in just the right ways. After a few moments, Kai became aware that she was the only person touching her breasts. Ben had deftly moved his hands down from her breasts onto her marble smooth stomach. He reached a finger inside of her belly button, and she bent quickly in surprise. In doing so, she pressed herself on Ben’s lower body. She was practically sitting on him, and she could feel his member, even through their clothes. He was rock solid, and couldn’t wait a moment longer. Laying herself on the slab, she grabbed the lip of the tablet and raiser her behind in the air, letting the suit dangle. Ben got the hint and began pulling at the body suit; it slid off much more easily than he had predicted. Tossing it against a wall, it fell gently to the sandy floor. Then suddenly, there he was, staring at a beautiful girl he’d met not an hour ago, so close to being his second sexual conquest; could he have been luckier?

Kai’s panties were stuck inside of her, making it seem something like a g-string, but she tugged at the garment, pulling it out of one slit and into another. Liking where this was going, Ben tugged down his khakis. He was so erect that his member was actually pushing his underwear away from his thigh. Pulling that off as well, he dropped the clothes over the side of the tablet. Kai’s panties, the only thing between him and his desire slid off her smooth legs as if it wasn’t there at all. Her womanhood beckoned as if it called out him out by name. The outside of her vagina glistened with the color of dew-dropped rose petals. There he was now, at the moment of truth. He balanced himself on the tablet with one hand, and with the other he guided his member towards Kai’s vagina. He toyed his head around the slit, gliding flesh against flesh; it almost seemed to quiver as it touched by. That, Ben thought, concludes the foreplay. She bit her lip softly and shut her eyes as Ben slid himself gently into her. Ben was using every last ounce of willpower not to simply thrust himself in as deeply and as quickly as he could, as he inched his way into Kai. Her breaths were short, and her tensing lower body made the walls of her womb clench tightly onto Ben’s member.

Halfway through that first, sensual thrust, Ben found himself blocked. Was she…it had to be. Putting more force into his hips, he found his member pushing itself through the obstruction, a moment more, and the two lovers found themselves joined at the waist. Kai was biting her lip much harder now. She felt the first few moments of pain, but it had subsided as quickly as she thought it would. Now, all she could feel was the warm penis inside of her, and she sighed a large breath of lust and ecstasy. Her legs parted a great deal, giving Ben more room to move in closer. He repositioned himself and began gently, oh so very gently, to pivot in and out of the girl. Kai wasn’t holding onto the tablet anymore, instead she simply splayed her hands out and relaxed. Had it hurt her that much, Ben questioned inwardly. Thinking the moment through in his head above the screaming cries of passion his sexual act was producing, he realized that Kai was a virgin; WAS of course being the word of the day. She was his second, and he was her first.

Another thrust of the hips, and all thought ceased to exist. Ben had been kind, almost timid towards the girl, out of fear that she would think of him as coming on too strong. Now, as she lay there, begging for more it seemed, Ben through out his shy façade, and began to please her as only practice could. His thrusts in and out of Kai were rapid and deep, a small clapping sound coming from where hip met rear. She was moaning, calling out his name and fondling her breasts. Ben leaned forward like a gymnast and nibbled on her ear as he continued to slide through her womanhood. He couldn’t describe how good he felt then; every thrust felt exactly like the first no matter how hard or how quickly he slammed into her. Suddenly, as if trapped by sets of fleshy vices, she tensed. Ben, as hard as he was, couldn’t move his member. She began pulling in fleeting breaths, and he knew what was happening. Not allowing the moment to go by without incident, he tried as hard as he could to keep moving inside of her. His tenacity was rewarded as he felt his member slide in a bit deeper, one way and then the other. Just as this was her first sexual experience, this was her first orgasm. Kai yelped, but Ben was fast, and, putting nearly his full weight on her, kissed her. Her lustful moans echoed deeply into his mouth. No sooner did the clamp-like pressure release did she begin sticking her tongue as far as it could reach into his mouth, and she explored him for everything he was worth. He ran his hands through her raven black hair, and quickened his pace. He thrust into her so quickly he could hear himself slapping against her hips over and over again. Kai tightened her grasp on his hips with her legs, forcing him deeper still inside of her.

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Ben was amazed at her stamina, her tenacity, her sexual desire. She was craving this feeling more than he ever had, and that turned him on to no small amount. Although she had orgasmed, she was still tight and her tightly wrapped legs only furthered the effect. His balls almost hurt from the incessant slapping, and they were also begging for release, like a caged animal waiting to burst out into a crowd of victims. Knowing that even an apparent nymphomaniac like Kai has her limits, Ben began the final act of their passion. As the fire dimmed, Ben slowed his pace, letting that same glorious feeling pulsate around his member, no longer letting stamina be an issue. The feeling of the girl beneath him was too amazing for words, and as the last ember burned, he buried himself onto her and came, letting their warm fluids mingle for what seemed to be days. He made no sound; he simply kissed her once more, and rolled off of her. As they lay there, panting and sweating, wet from nearly tip to toe, Kai curled onto her side and made little whorls in the stone from the juices that slowly exited. Much to Ben’s surprise, she straddled him and held his arms out. He laughed, “C’mon, Kai, haven’t you had enough?” She gave him a mischievous grin and said,

“Perhaps…but you haven’t.” She began running her fingers across his wrist which he noticed began feeling strange, as if electricity were coursing through them. He struggled to move his hands, but they were stuck, as if something other than the beautiful, if fragile girl was holding them. His legs were in a similar predicament, and he began fighting with all of his strength, but to no avail. Kai laughed again, and he could see that she had gotten off him and had put on a robe with strange sigils etched onto it. She looked down on him and said with a sadistic twinge, “And now, with the sacrifice made, I can complete the ceremony.” Ben felt a rush of cold air as the dolmen spun around and flew up, and gently floated against one of the stone walls. Looking down, he could see green energies holding his ankles tightly against the rock; for all intents and purposes, he was helpless.

“Help!” he exclaimed.

“No good, Tennyson. I’ve got magic barriers around this little hut that just so happen to be sound proof.”

“Well, then what do you want?”

“Like I said, boy, I’ve made the sacrifice, now I can complete…”

“Yeah, yeah, ceremony and all that, but what sacrifice? I’m not dead!”

“Silly kid, you just don’t get it. The ceremony requires a virgin sacrifice, or should I say a sacrifice of virginity? Now with that out of the way, I can make you dead, and take that interesting ‘watch’ of yours. With the power of the Omnitrix, I can take this puny little mud-ball over no sweat.” Ben gave her a look of his own. She waved her hands and chanted a few words, and a bolt of green lightning lashed out at him. A barrier, like some kind of force field kept them away from him only inches from his body. She sneered and tried again, only to have the same effect. “What?! Impossible, the sacrifices were made, the marks were prepared…what in the name of the gods went wrong?”

“You need to go back and take some math classes, Kai; you only made one sacrifice.”

“That can’t be true, unless…” All Ben did was shake his head. She screamed, and stamped her foot over and over again, cursing the fact that she had so easily been foiled. As she calmed down, that same, disturbed look came over her. “All right then, if you want to be a little horndog, then so be it.” Another round of incantation, and Ben felt a burning all around him as his muscles seemed to cramp simultaneously. Every part of him was engulfed in green flame, and he had to close his eyes. He shouted for relief from the pain, but it simply wouldn’t come. Suddenly, as soon as it started, it was over as if it never occurred. As he opened his eyes, he noticed Kai was a little bit further down his vision than last time, but he accounted that to post-torture grogginess. “Have a fun trip, runt?”

“Try that again, and I’ll bite your face off.”

“We’ll see, although I must say that if you weren’t pinned down like a bug, I’d take that threat rather seriously. Being around wolves all your life tends to make one fearful of them.”

“What are you yapping about, girl?” Taking the interruption as poorly as usual, she began spinning her hands around until a greenish circle emanated from her fingertips, and slowly formed into a mirror.

“You might want to hold back that ‘yapping’ insult if I were you.” As soon as she finished her sentence, the reality sunk in: he was a werewolf. He was covered in light fur that he only moments ago realized itched like a blowtorch was on him, and his face had converted into a sleek, wolf-like snout with which he also realized he could smell things much better than before. This, however, didn’t change the fact that he was stunned. “I think I’ll name you ‘Scooby’. Maybe I’ll even get you a collar…that is if you don’t die first. Since I can’t kill anyone without losing my powers as a shaman, I’m going to simply have to wait you out.” She giggled and strolled seductively over to him, letting the robe slip by giving him brief glances of her sexual parts. She straddled him again; making sure her head was just out of biting range. As she twirled her fingers around his suddenly very hairy chest, she cooed and said, “That doesn’t mean we can’t have a good time waiting, though.” He barked and snapped at her, nearly knocking her off with the force of his chest alone. Frowning, Kai hopped off him and clamped her fist around his now much larger penis and began squeezing it painfully; allowing her fingernails to sink into where no sharp objects belonged. He howled, and found he could tilt back his ears, like a dog being told not to wet the carpet. “Try that again,”she said and I’ll neuter you, Scrappy.”

Then, like the voice of an angel ascendant, came the tone of Gwen.

“Drop the doggy dong.” Kai was shocked; surely her barriers were strong enough to keep anyone away. “Wrong, genius. I’m just as magical as you are, and I have to say your barrier spells are as sloppy as your wardrobe artist.” Reading her mind through magic, Kai thought, good trick. It wasn’t good enough, she thought, and she hurled a beam of energy straight at her. Surely a surge of excruciating pain would flow through her, but it simply bounced off her outstretched hand. It was inconceivable! A girl younger than her had magical abilities equal to hers, and thought could only mean…

“So that means that you…”

“Uh huh.” Gwen said.

“And you…”

“Uh huh.” Ben said. She recoiled.

“Eww, that’s sick! You mean you did your cousin?!” In her state of disbelief, Kai had let her guard down, and Gwen took full advantage. Running into a leap, she side kicked the evil shaman in the head and knocked her against a wall. As consciousness slowly faded, she heard the red headed girl reply,

“You’d be surprised what a few months of alien radiation can do to someone’s DNA.”

Stepping over Kai’s limp form, Gwen walked over to the still shackled Wolf-Ben. She had her arms akimbo and had that pout that he found so incredibly cute. That’s when it hit him.

“So, uh, how long had you been listening, Gwen?”

“Long enough.”

“Erm…ahem…I was under her evil spell?”

“Nice try, Lassie.”

“Look, Gwen, I’m sorry, she…” She pressed her finger up to his jowls. Much to his dismay, that evil, sadistic, nymphomaniacal grin went ear to ear across her face.

“I think I can let this one slip, but I just can’t pass up an opportunity like this.” As she said that, her thumbs hooked around the edges of her shorts and began sliding them down her thighs in a slinky striptease. Ben was aroused clearly, and he found himself so turned on by this act that it began to hurt. Hurt, the thought? Surely not this early on. “I took a few days of veterinary training at school, and I learned a few things about canine mating. One of which, was the extreme pain they feel if they can’t let it off.” His ears curled back at the prospect, and she began inching her butt so close that the slightest movement could cause contact, but it never happened. Shoes, panties, shirt, bra, all of it came off in a dance she must have been saving for different circumstances. Ben was howling in pain literally, and he pleaded with Gwen, but she simply reveled in revenge. As her body slinked around in an invisible cylinder, her magical powers relit the fire in the room a ruddy purple, giving the room an air of sensuality. As she ran her hands around her luscious form, she finally aided Ben, who was close to crying. Her gentle hands slid across his large organ and caressed it as pre-cum beaded around the tip. In that same, experienced way of hers, she began tugging forcefully, but not hard. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but even if she was yanking it to try to pull it off, it still was better than nothing. Ben, still not in control of his new animal impulses, shot powerfully, hitting both the ceiling and Kai in one fell swoop.

Gwen, now ready to make her own move, grasped onto Ben’s fur like a handhold and straddled him. His member was very large now, and she wouldn’t be able to fit it all in without doing serious damage. Be that as it may, she allowed his member to enter her, and she slowly rode it down until it was as deep as she would let it go. She was very fit, and was able to ride him without his help, although Ben could have gone without the tugging on his fur. As she bucked, she felt Ben like she’d never done before. All of those other times, Ben could do everything to her that she needed, but now he could do everything that she wanted. Back then, his penis hit all the right spots, but now it was pressing against every spot, warm and enticing. She was reaching her climax faster than she’d every done before, and she moaned loudly as the Wolf-Ben tried to add what little he could from his hips, and he desperately wanted to be able to hold her in his arms…or paws. Her warm vagina was becoming warmer slowly, and he found himself impossibly ready for another turn. Gwen’s furious love was enough to melt him from the inside out, and so he did. One good orgasm deserves another, and Gwen, tightening so hard Ben’s ears folded back again, climaxed, and almost fell off Ben. As their muscles relaxed, the bond that held the wolf-boy back dissolved, and as he fell slowly, as if suspended by balloons, he transformed back into what he once was and fell next to her holding her against him until dawn broke.

The next morning, Ben and Gwen made it back to the Rust Bucket before even their grandfather did. He and Wes Green had a good time sharing the stories only people their age could contemplate, and didn’t mind that their wards were gone; Kai knew the place well enough, and Max knew his grandkids could hold their own in a scrap. Max was pleasantly surprised to see Ben and Gwen listening to the radio too loudly and reading their own little stories. As they drove off into the rising desert sun, the two lovers wondered what would become of Kai, and if anyone would believe her story. Werewolves with alien wristwatches, magical shamans, Ben and Gwen as lovers…how ridiculous.

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Last up is my personal favorite (and my first, if memory serves me correctly) Clear as Crystal.

A warm breeze wafted through the Parr home, making its way casually to Violet’s bedroom. She had become comfortable with her new house; all of her things were moved in and she was happy. Her previous home went out with a bang at the end of the Syndrome incident. Ever since then, Violet became a much more outgoing person, smiling for once and talking with people. She had many friends, but there was one person she talked to the most…Tony Rydinger.



Violet used to turn tail and hide whenever he appeared, shy as she was. Or, at least she used to be. Violet now spoke with Tony almost whenever she wanted to, and it seemed as if things were pointing towards their dating. Now, Violet kept this little secret away from her father, afraid he would break Tony’s spine across his knee. At school, however, it was almost a public secret. They held hands, went to the movies together, and overall did the things any other couple would do. Violet, like any other girl, cheered Tony and the team on during the basketball season.

Each girl chanted a different name, as if they were actually competing against each other in lieu of the opposing team. Many times, the girls would even cheer their respective boyfriend on during practice, to the joy of the team and dismay of the coach. They even stayed during the night practices, which would last until 9:00 on occasion, all the while cheering them on. All of the girls buried their chins in their hands and daydreamed about being able to be in the changing rooms after practice.

All of them daydreamed…except one.

Violet had been planning her next moves for weeks. She found out through a friend of a friend that Tony, captain of the team, would shower last out of respect for his fellow teammates. This news made Violet smile wider than many believed humanly possible.

After school, she put on her Supersuit and waited next to the locker room door. Many of the girls chatted amongst each other, when not cheering, about Violet’s absence. They simply chalked it up to having a cold, but little did they know she was right under their noses. At last, the coach blew his whistle for the last time, and the team filed into the locker. As the last player entered, Violet ducked in silently. She peered in as the coach gave his usual "rousing" speech and ushered them off to the showers. Violet slipped in and crouched in an unused corner of the shower room and watched as player after player entered in little more than towels and entered their respective stalls. The fog and steam eventually made the wall to wall mirror turn opaque. Patiently, she waited until at last, Tony entered.

He, like the other teammates was wearing a simple, white cloth towel across his hips and had his back to one of the walls, waiting his turn. She quietly gazed upon his well built frame. Tony had a good tone, but wasn’t muscular, great for a sport like basketball. His red hair was muddled from the steam and the occasional older teammate scruffing it. One by one, player after player exited, giving Tony high-fives at the door. Ten minutes later, there was only Tony and the person who loved him more than anybody else.

Tony entered the partition from main corridor to shower and put his watch and towel on a small rack. He pulled the curtain back and entered, turning the hot water on and adjusting the temperature to his liking. Violet knew it was now or never. Being as silent as possible, she removed her Supersuit and stuffed it where she previously sat. She stood at the door and took many large breaths to calm herself. She closed and locked the door and uncloaked in front of the mirror, checking herself over. Her hair was become disheveled because of the humidity, but her breasts were become as stiff as if it were ten-below-zero. She smirked to herself and became invisible once more. She walked up to the curtain to the partition and slid it back, stepped in, and replaced it.

All that was separating her from her love was a flimsy plastic curtain. Her breathing became more erratic as she processed what she was doing in her mind. It froze once the movement in the shower stopped. She stepped back as close to the rear curtain as she could, making sure her butt didn’t make an impression on it. Tony opened the curtain, certain he heard something. He leaned over the left and right wall, making sure he was alone. Suddenly, he noticed the sound of small breaths being taken in front of him. Puzzled, he leaned over to where the sound was originating. Violet, now out of her previous bout of paralysis, began to think of what to do. Though after thought flowed until, at last, inhibition melted away. When Tony was in the right position, she lunged forward and kissed him, causing him to fall backwards in shock, falling squarely on his rear as shock and fear began to course over him.

"Who’s there?!" he yelped. Violet now regained her senses and looked upon her frightened love, and jumped to near hysteria.

"Oh, God, I’m sorry Tony, I didn’t mean to!" Tony’s eyes soon went from terror to confusion. Clearly, he could understand the voice. His breath returning to him, he asked,

"Vi…Violet?" She felt her heart sink. She covered herself with her arms and materialized.

"Tony, I’m so sorry, I just…" She cut herself short as she noticed the expression on Tony’s face. He was smiling. Getting to his feet he looked into her eyes. At once, they both understood each other and knew what each other was thinking. He grabbed her arms and brought them to chest height. With a newfound calm, he leaned his head closer to her and said,

"So, then you’re a Super."

"Yeah, I wanted to tell you, but I just…I…" Violet began to sob. Tony lifted her head up and wiped away a tear.

"And I want to tell you," he said, "that none of that matters to me and that," he put his lips to her ears, "I love you." Tony retracted his head. Violet’s eyes began to well up, but instead of sorrow, these tears were of joy. She jumped up and hugged Tony. They then became aware that they were both nude and rather wet. Tony grabbed the side of Violet’s chest closest to the breasts and placed her back on the floor. They then began looking each other over. Violet’s budding bosom was pointing straight towards him and her rose-like vagina seemed as silky as her slender legs. Tony’s manhood had become quite interested by the previous conversation and was now stiffening at an alarming rate.

After glances exchanged, Violet put her hands around his neck and began kissing Tony as deeply as her young tongue could explore. He replied by putting his hands firmly on her hips and ass and began feeling his new loves womanhood. They were pressed firmly against each other, the hot water unable to get between the lovers. His penis was sandwiched firmly between their stomachs. As his rod pulsed in anticipation, both of them reached for it, and their hands clasped haphazardly in the act. Violet giggled inside Tony’s mouth as he grabbed her other hand raising them and pushing her against the wall. They broke their kiss as his tongue began to explore her virile body, his hands joining him as he crouched lower, he cupped her B-cup breasts with one hand, and began sucking and licking the areola of the other, making Violet breathe harder and shorter.

His tongue continued on its journey, tickling her smooth, firm stomach and reaching her waist. Violet grabbed Tony’s head in her hands, but made no move to stop him. He again grasped her waist and butt and began toying with the tip of her silken, hairless slit. He began to run his tongue up and down like a credit card, making the nubile beauty close her eyes and jut her hips forward. Tony replied by inserting his tongue as far as he could let it and began tasting her insides. Violet’s moans became more audible as she now shoved Tony’s head forward, desperately trying to make his probing tongue go in further. He felt her insides rumbling as a strange feeling began to fill Violet’s stomach. At this sign, Tony exited the dark haired girl and began kissing her again, her juices returning to their owner as saliva and vaginal juice became mixed by tongues. Tony didn’t want to leave her unsatisfied, so he inserted his middle finger, causing her spasms to become more frequent and more violent. Her moans now muffled inside her loves mouth, she experienced her first orgasm, the feeling of euphoria washing over her like the soothing stream of water pulsing over their naked bodies.

Violet was nearly unconscious, but still standing. She examined Tony, who was now more than ready, his piece now swelled to perfection. He pressed her against the wall once more, now lifting her legs and effectively lifting her off the ground. Now airborne, Tony backed into the stream of water, keeping his love in his grasp. Slowly, he edged her thin body onto his shaft and after a few moments, his tip was playing with the outer folds of her womanhood. Tony and Violet stared at each other for a moment, wondering about the "what-ifs" and "maybes". She broke the tension by thrusting her face into his, causing him to lose his grasp on her, making her fall onto him. Violet thrilled at her first penetration. The warm feeling inside of her was thousands of times more exhilarating than the feeling of his tongue and fingers. She moaned quite loudly and wrapped her legs around Tony, clenching them tighter.

Tony was in another universe of pleasure. The feeling of Violet around every inch of his penis was beyond compare. He knew he wanted more. Feeling her advances via her legs, he took the hint and began to grind his hip into hers. Soon, it went from grinding to almost bucking as he impaled the moaning angel over and over, her grip on him become looser and looser. Eventually, Tony realized that Violet would not be able to stay clenched to him much longer. He got onto his knees and splayed Violet onto the floor of the shower, her chest being pelted by the water. She looked up at him, love and lust in her eyes. He repositioned himself over her and, after spreading her legs, began to thrust his rod into her again.

Violet orgasmed time and time again, her body stiffening and clenching each time. Tony wasn’t going to last much longer. His breath became fast and short as his hips slapped against Violets. She was moaning almost constantly now, the occasional kiss from Tony then only thing breaking the noise. His stomach began to tighten as pressure built up within him. The movements became deeper and a bit slower, the two now locked in a lasting kiss. Thrusting and pounding, Violets body stiffened once more as a warm feeling overcame Tony. He himself began to straighten out as he grunted in Violets mouth and released his seed within her, his manhood become smaller as his thrusting slowed. Eventually, the two ended their embrace and sat Indian style, his semen flowing out of the young Super.

"Violet?" He asked.

"Yeah, Tony?" She panted out the words.

"Do you like movies?"

"Uh-huh."

"Wanna see the new movie next Thursday?"

"Sure, where are we going to watch it?"

"My house."

"But it’s a new movie, it won’t be showing at your house."

"…I know."

END

Well, that'll be all for tonight. I'll post the last stories on my prior list if people really want them, but I'm kind of ambivalent towards them. They're still good, but arguably not /co/.

>>74671
By all means Mr. Kyle. Lol you are updating this thread with stories faster then i can read them. However a few stand out...
>>74670
>>74668
>>74666
I believe I read these another life time ago on WWOEC's forums- I forget the pen name, Was that you back then sir?

Excellent work all round.

>>74673
Yes indeed.

>>74674
awesome, just awesome.Ty sir, I may now retire happily

Wonderful job as always. I hope to see more from you soon.

Hey kyle could you do a story about Nazz just to finish the pentalogy of story of DD sexual adventures?

pretty please.

>>74689
Actually I would prefer if DD faced all three Kankers before the story ends but, If he just ends it with Nazz I would be fine.

>>74709
Somehow reading this I mentally pictured DD Standing on a rock face facing three giant monsters acting manly as fuck.
kinda like this

>>74689
Yes, the Nazz story is in the works right now.
>>74709
Hrm, that would be a helluva sendoff, and y'know, it might just happen. Bah, I like spoiling you guys (plus, it ran across my mind once or twice after the Lee finale). It'll happen after the Nazz story finishes the pentalogy. Should be a nifty little epilogue.

What would be really cool to see would be some of these stories continuing their legacy as pictures...

>>74727
Awesome, just awesome I look forward to reading your work. If I may be so bold as to ask for an approximation of when we will see the Nazz story?

>>74734
Actually, that's a fair question. Rest assured it will finish NO LATER than Labor Day night. I might put up a first paragraph or two tonight, but frankly I'm bushed from work. That's life, right?

BTW, I think I have a Paypal account. If the anon who wanted to commission me would put down some kind of contact, I think we could get things started.

>>74741
Hello Mr. Kyle- I could use this forum to discuss any commission work if you wanted and see where you stand on certain facets of fiction. Like what you would like to write or how 'erotic' you go.

Like for example Avatar the last airbender poop bending. I personally don't think you would want to do that for a few reasons
1. Its Avatar and its not like it hasn't been done a few billion times
and
2. Holy fuck its scat pron- who sick enough wants to write that?

I personally would read about anything as long as I had a minuscule amount of interest in it- So whatever you feel like your just itching to write about would must likely be fine.

If you are die hard on knowing my PayPal info then im sure something could be arranged- However at this juncture in time I do not have the funds to even order from the 89 cents menu at the local Taco Bell.

>>74741>>74760
I forgot to mention that I hope you get some rest- I understand the tediousness of a job and how much it drains oneself.

Do you mind if i go ahead and make story suggestions now? or wait until you finished the Ed saga?

Can we expect a lot of radio silence until you finish the chapter?

Let's just say 'Radio Intermittence'. You can go ahead and shoot me your ideas. The story is actually around 75% complete, but I'm away, at the moment, from my usual computer. Again, I don't know if I will be able to reach another computer until then, but it's only until Labor Day, so it's not as if there's the threat of this thread boarding out.

>>74850
Well I kinda had an idea that was related to >>74383.

Through some amount of shenanigans, maybe having something to do helping cupid or becomes king of the faeries or something I don't know, Timmy has been given the opportunity to have a harem. The only rule being is that the girls he pic have to have a strong emotional connection to him. The only girls he can think of is Vicky, Tootie, Trixie, and Veronica. He picks them of one by one and it ends in one big orgy.

I know it sounds kinda stupid, but that's all I came up with. If anyone else has any suggestions, feel free to suggest something

>>74852
Why not just poof them all in to one room and go from there. It would be a lot less to write.

>>74896
True but it doesn't make for a good story. Jeremy, What are your thoughts

>>74903
He probably won't say anything until he's done with the story.

Please, please. No writing by committee. Let the man do what he does.

I've been reading this with a smile on my face. I can picture you anons sitting around a board room, discussing my next stories over coffee and TPS reports. The posting will commence shortly, but I have something to tease you with while I get things transferred. Long story behind that which I'll not bother you all with.

Insanity - n. - The act of continuing a behavior regardless of its effectiveness.

>>75004
Just don't touch our stapler... it's OUR stapler

>>75004
I'm glad we kept you amused. I don't mean to be trying to tell you what to do? I was just making a suggestion. I tend to over think things from time to time. Anyway I can't wait until your next post.

Here's some exposition.

The next day began easily enough. Edd had sent Sarah back home with the knowledge that, so long as she kept their little games a secret, he would continue to play them with her. The last thing he needed was Ed scalping him for what he'd done. Edd went over the last few nights as he tugged on his orange shirt and blue shorts. As he saw the perfectly horizontally aligned tags denoting each day's identical clothing pair, he scoffed. What he had been doing with the girls was as far against protocols, standards, and decency as he could imagine. It was utter madness, as if the pipeline to all sense of reason was shut off by some sickly-humored god. Then, as he corrected his hat on his head, Edd stopped. What part of his life before was considerably sane? He had tags for every single item of his room, even though he could memorize the layout of his room, or most any other for that matter, with near-photographic precision. He stripped a tag 'BED' from the nominal item. His brow furrowed, and he crumpled it in his hand. This wasn't keeping things orderly, it was a crutch. Something to hold on to a vestige of perfection that, as he had been shown throughout the week with overabundant quality, was as nonexistent as it was nonsensical. He looked up at his clothing rack again. A tag for each day of the week when he never changed clothes? He layed his face in his cupped hands as the absurdity of his diligence came over him. As crushing as it may have seemed to be for someone to realize their sense of order that created the backbone of their lives was without logic, Edd simply smirked. Picking up his backpack, he walked to the door, and paused. He dropped his satchel and closed the door behind him. After a few minutes, he reopened the door and exited, a contented smile playing across his face.

The bus was a hive of activity, as per usual. Eddy and Ed asked him what had happened. Apparently the Kankers had tried their romantic tricks on them as well, but forgot about Ed's ability to defy physics when stressed. Him and Eddy were apparently in the same room, which Ed literally picked up with his hands and discused back to the cul-de-sac, tossing the Kankers out like drops of water on a frisbee. Edd simply replied that he had escaped. He didn't go into any detail other than that, but it seemed sufficient to the other Eds. Should he tell them about what happened? They were his greatest friends in the world, but it seemed like what had happened should only be a matter for those involved. As he thought this, he looked over and saw the Kankers. Marie and May were giving him eyes like he'd never seen from them before. Well, he corrected himself, maybe except for once. Lee was the only one of the three facing the right way, although her stance was notably forward, as if she couldn't quite sit correctly. He ignored their glances and continued looking around. Rolf was regaling Sarah, Jimmy, and Johnny over some kind of massive beet that had terrorized his homeland until a winter blizzard. Kevin was yapping about his bike to Nazz who only had a facade of interest. How she put up with him was beyond even Edd.

The bus stopped with a sharp hiss, and the day began. Hours later the bell rang, salvation in aluminum and steel. Walking out to the lockers again, the students began unloading the bulk of their materiel in their lockers.

"Hey Double-D, what's with you?" Eddy asked. "You didn't answer any of the teachers questions. I had to actually answer one of them! ME!" he blurted with emphasis. It was true. Instead of having his hand in the air for the whole of the class period, Edd allowed his classmates to answer questions. What was the point of answering every question? Edd had always wanted to have his peers in school be more intelligent, so why let them simply skirt with having him answer anything? It made so little sense, that Edd was only shocked that he hadn't thought of it sooner.

"You know who wrote Romeo and Juliet now, don't you?" His response was matter-of-fact, without any apology.

"Yeah yeah, Shakestick, whatever..." Edd didn't bother correcting him, as something else had caught his eye. Walking to the front of the school, he noticed Kevin speaking with Nazz. He looked on her with the same eyes the Kankers had been giving him hours earlier. Nazz was always the prettiest girl in the school, as well as having a brain to match. She was talking to Kevin, who was busy polishing his bike, still strapped to the rack. As he turned to undo the chain, Nazz sat on the front bumper. When Kevin turned, she was giving him an enticing glance. His gaze grew hazy and he froze. Suddenly, Kevin grabbed Nazz by the shoulders, and Edd turned away, not wanting to soil his eyes with the sight. Then, he heard a crash and a yelp. Turning, Edd saw that Kevin had tossed Nazz to the floor, making a considerable crater in the process, and was hurriedly polishing the scuffed fender with a rag he procured from his pocket, cooing and placating the bike. As Nazz pulled herself from the wreckage of the ground, Kevin turned on her.

"Hey! That piece was custom fitted for these wheels, and I don't wanna see it gettin' scuffed!" Edd saw the look on Nazz's face, a grim combination of sorrow and acceptance. As she pulled herself up and began walking, head down, to the bike, Edd stopped. His friends continued for a pace or so before noticing he'd stopped.

>>75021

>>75021
Are you down? For some reason I expected... more...

>>75038
I'm sure it'll be over before the night's over with.

>>75039
Quite right. I'm making zero-hour revisions, like the ninny I am.

"So, that's how you treat a lady, is it?" Kevin looked around as if Edd WASN'T the one who had just said it. Edd began walking towards Kevin, although his friends were content to stand back in a mixture of terror and surprise. Kevin cocked an eyebrow.

"You tryin' to say somethin', Double-dipstick?"

"Does that," he replied, waving an arm towards Nazz, "look like any way to treat a respectable woman such as her? Or is the only thing you care about that rust pile you've had since you learned to walk?" Kevin replaced his polishing cloth and approached Edd, pulling back his sleeves.

"Sounds like you just dissed my ride, dweeb. It's poundin' time!" At that moment, Edd froze. Suddenly realizing that perhaps he'd bitten off a tad more than he could chew, he looked as Kevin prepared the backswing to his punch, leaning in with his left foot. Then, an odd thing happened. He began recounting every time he'd beaten him with a mathematical scrutiny he'd never done before. It took milliseconds for Kevin to retract his fist. At that moment, he began to adjust in his mind where Kevin's fist would land on his face. Inching his neck to the right,Edd saw the blow come. In a precise movement, he raised his hand like a blade and, in the precise number of milliseconds he remembered it took for his punches to land,Edd swept the fist away, the knuckles and sinew passing so close by that he could feel the wind chasing after it. But that was all. Time went back to normal at that instant, and he saw himself drowning in a sea of wide, staring eyes. He looked in time to see that Kevin wasn't finished. He pulled back another haymaker. With a fluid economy of movement, Edd ducked his head away before impact, sending another punch to the wind. And another. Then another. Soon, it became as if Kevin were punching at smoke, his ponderous blows being parried or missing entirely. Frustrated, Kevin let out a bestial roar and dove for Edd. Seeing his leg muscles go taut an instant before, Edd anticipated this and jumped back, taking the back of Kevin's head in his hand and used his momentum to slam him face-first into the dirt. Kevin growled into the earth, almost making it tremble. He leaned up, flames erupting from his eyes. If looks could kill, he thought.

Edd had to finish this fight quickly, lest Kevin's berzerker fury make his moves too unpredictable. Edd, at the behest of his parents, read numerous articles on self-defense and, although his knowledge was purely academic, there was nothing in Edd's mind better than field-tests. He was tired of being bullied. It wasn't right that he should have to take abuse from imbeciles like Kevin simply because they flexed their arms instead of their heads. No, Edd thought, that ends now. Kevin swung hard, reaching for another haymaker. Using his forearm, Edd knocked it skyward and punched out towards Kevin's floating rib. Although it was true that Edd wasn't exactly physically intimidating, his blow landed with surgical accuracy. Kevin recoiled, nearly doubling over in pain. But still he kept going. One after another, Kevin's attacks were countered with PAUNCHs or thrusts that either hurt or disoriented him, meticulously mapped nerve bundles being struck with an expert's hand. Kevin was belligerent over it all, his skyrocketing pain increasing his rage. To Edd's dismay, Kevin began hurtling punches at kicks at him, his motions completely at random. He tried to sidestep them as best he could, but eventually...smack! One of Kevin's loosely balled fists struck Edd across the face, sending droplets of his blood out onto the grass. Edd's world slowed to a crawl. As he felt his body spin from the force of the blow, he began calculating his situation. He still could have a solid footing, and while the pain was considerable from his injury, he was sure Kevin was hurting too. He thought about his body angle, the relative speed of his spin, and the trajectory of both his and Kevin's fist. With a punch like that, Kevin would have had to extend greatly, leaving his face... Edd forced his foot down, making solid purchase with the ground. Using the force of the punch, Edd balled his hand into a fist and swung it like the end of a centrifuge. To his immediate relief, it made contact with the soft, giving cartilege of Kevin's chin. He spun like a top and, after a few moments of dizzy stability, Kevin plummeted to earth and fell in the hole made by Nazz, like a man entering his tomb. As the dust settled, the onlookers to the fight stood in dumbfounded amazement. Suddenly a cheer erupted from the crowd, and Edd couldn't help but to blush. People chanted his name as they reentered the bus, and returned to the cul-de-sac.

Okay, this is the last of the exposition. If you're just in it for the T&A, wait for the next post. And you should feel sorry for yourself :D .

When they returned, everyone had added their own imbellishments to the fight they'd all seen not even ten minutes ago. From what Edd now 'knew', he'd apparently sprouted wings, learned the arts of assassins in the Orient, and was capable of putting his fist through solid steel. Through it all, though, Edd heard nothing from Nazz. Though disappointed, he didn't let the matter upset him. Chances were she was going straight back to him. The things he'd do for chivalry... he thought on this as he went back to his house. He didn't look forward to explaining to his parents how their son, THEIR son, could have been involved in a confrontation. Excuses and explanations ran through his head as he opened the door. As soon as he walked in, the door knocked. He wasn't expecting visitors, and the other Ed's were busy with some kind of plot they'd concocted on the trip involving worm-fights. Rather than be part of animal abuse, Edd instead decided to head home. Puzzled as he was, he opened the door. There, standing in dirtied black and white, was Nazz. She was staring at her shoes.

"Nazz," he said without any attempt to hide his surprise. She looked up, her jewel-like sapphire eyes piercing through him.

"Hey, Double-D, I wanted to say thanks for that back there. It was sweet." Edd began to stammer out a response when Nazz reached forward and hugged him. Edd bit his lip in fright, his usual cravenness toward any affection from her getting the best of him. She moved back. "Thanks again. I should be getting back..." her goodbye cut short.

"W...what is it, Nazz?" She was giving him a look like he'd just been shot.

"Oh no, Edd, you're bleeding out again!" He reached up a hand. In his moment of fear, he'd reopened the cut on his lip from the fight. "We gotta get that fixed. Where's your sink?" He wanted to explain away that it was nothing, but she wasn't one to be denied. Leading her up the stairs, Edd took her into his room. She was surprised. Everyone in the cul-de-sac knew what Edd's room looked like. It hadn't changed since the day he moved in, and was in a constant state of preservation. Now however, Nazz saw something new. While still clean and well-kempt, Edd's room was rearranged. Where a dresser once stood, now laid his bed. A mirror had swapped places with a desk, and much more. As strange as that was, it was what wasn't there that surprised Nazz the most. Throughout the whole room, not a single item was tagged with a label. The label gun itself stood on the side of Edd's rearranged desk like a disused relic.

They entered the bathroom, and Edd pulled open the drawer that held the cotton balls. Once more against Edd's insistence, Nazz took up the swabs and began patting them against his blood-tinged lips. Awkward silence gave way to awkward conversation.

"Sorry you had to go through that just for me." He smiled.

"Don't think anything about it, Nazz. It's not in the making of a good man to harm beautiful women like you." Nazz stopped her dabbing.

"You think I'm...beautiful, Edd?" Before he could catch himself, Edd blushed. Nazz smiled back. "Gee, Edd, Kevin never says that about me." It was true, he thought. Nazz was beautiful. He'd seen her at the lake and in cheerleading. The way her perfectly-tanned body moved was enough to send his heart into palpitating. Whenever he'd get near her, Edd couldn't help but stare. It was hard enough for him to maintain his composure with her at such close proximity. He collected himself and tried to continue the conversation.

"Well, you are the prettiest girl in school, in fact a lot of guys are jealous of Kevin. For having such a good-looking, smart, kind, wonderous..." he drifted for a moment, in which he noticed that Nazz's face had grown beet red. He regained his senses and finshed, "...girlfriend!" As Nazz picked up another swab, she put on half a smile.

"He's not really my boyfriend, you know." Edd was highly surprised.

"He's not? But..." he let the sentence hang.

"Kevin's never asked me out on a date, never sent me a corsage, he's only ever..." she bit her own lip.

"The bike." She nodded wordlessly. A tear began to build near her eye. Edd couldn't bare to see a woman cry. He took her by the arms and pulled her head into his shoulders. Nazz didn't resist, she simply let out a few disparate sobs. He felt his shoulder grow moist from the tears, and he stroked her back. She replied by wrapping her arms around his waist and holding tightly. After a few moments, Nazz calmed herself enough to regain her composure. She pulled back, eyes puffy from the tears. Still holding the cotton swab, she smiled waveringly and reached forward. She dabbed his face one last time, but this time reached forward and kissed him. Not on the forehead or the cheeks as she sometimes did, but on the lips. Edd's eyes grew saucer-wide, and his arms raised in reflexive fear. Nazz pulled him in even closer, to bring their faces into better unison. Soon, with her tongue darting in and out of his mouth, lashing against his tongue, Edd succumbed. His rope-tight muscles loosened, and he put his arms around Nazz, pulling her in closer. For a long while, neither of them said anything, perfectly willing to stay as they were. As they remained locked in their embrace, Nazz began pulling Edd into his room. Edd opened an eye and noticed that she was pulling him towards where his bed USED to be. Now there was a chair. Edd grunted a warning, but it was too late. Nazz tripped on the seat of the chair and fell back, yelping into his mouth. The two fell back, Nazz taking Edd with her in her ungainly trip. As the chair collapsed backwards, she grasped on as tightly as she could to him. They fell with a crash. As Edd opened his eyes, he could see that he was now directly on top of Nazz in a rather compromising position. While at first he expected Nazz to toss him off her like a sack of beans, Edd was surprised to hear her laughing. He looked down and saw that Nazz was still looking up at him, her sparkling eyes glowing with a look towards him he'd never seen from her before. But he'd seen it elsewhere.

Edd's face began to crease with an odd smile. Was it possible that Nazz...she kissed him again. Hard. It was a passionate, deliberate kiss this time, not simply the opportunistic tongueplay of before. Edd answered back, satisfied in his suspicions. He moved his own tongue through her mouth, fighting desperately against her own smooth tongue as it explored his own. He yelped himself when he suddenly found Nazz grasping his behind. Edd had yet to understand the fascination girls had with men's posteriors, but let Nazz have her fun. She broke their kiss and gave him a very sensual nod. Without thinking, Edd got up and moved to the door, closing it and locking it with a click. The noise startled Edd, and his thoughts began to race. He placed a hand on the door as they rushed by. What was he doing? Easy enough question to answer. But why? He found that answer not so quickly. It was true that Nazz was a magnificent girl, the best looking by far in school, and that to just have kissed her was an honor worthy of song. And that she would want THAT? It was incomparable. But what was he doing? Wasn't he just replacing one behavior with another that he would endlessly repeat? As good as that sounded, it hounded his thoughts. His thinking was irrevocably changed by the fact that he had so long been stuck in stagnation. As he thought about this, he heard a soft, velvety voice coax from behind him.

"Oh Edd..." he turned. Nazz had crawled into his own bed, her head the only visible thing. For all he knew, she was completely naked. Then it struck him. What he was doing in the past wasn't wrong simply because he was repeating it. It was wrong because it made no sense, and did nothing to benefit him. This, on the other hand, oh that wonderful 'this'. This was the most incredible thing that had happened to him in his life and, as he approached the bed contentedly, he felt no regret.

>>75044
And so the pentalogy closes.

He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her. She was giving him the proverbial and now rather literal 'bedroom eyes'. Edd wanted to give those eyes a show. He slowly took off his shirt, and kept it over his eyes. He wanted to be surprised by her reaction. When he finally pulled the shirt away, he saw that Nazz was holding her own black and white shirts out with a stretched hand. In unison, they dropped their matching clothes and laughed softly. He moved forward and let Nazz feel his chest and stomach. Her delicate fingers traced smooth lines across his body and he shivered at her graceful touch. He stood back as her hand approached his waistline and tugged down his pants, exposing his tented underwear. Nazz replied by dropping down her jeans, and bit her lip as she felt him through the underwear. He could see ,for a brief instant, Nazz reaching down near her own place through the sheets. She closed her eyes, stroking him. Edd took her by the hand and as one grabbed the rim of his underwear. She opened her eyes long enough to see the white cotton fall from him, exposing his stiffness completely to her. She took his member in her hand with some trepidation. In her mind, she pictured what it would look like sinking into her body, how it would feel as it touched every part of her. Nazz slid on the bed, and lifted the covers slightly to expose her luscious breasts and curving, glass smooth stomach that ended in promising darkness. As Nazz caressed his fullness, a bead of precum came to the fore. She took it in between her fingers, stranding it and bringing it to her lips. She savored it like a vintage. Edd entered the bed, her hot body instantly pressing against his. They embraced and kissed for many minutes, all the while feeling each other's tender bodies for the first time. Nazz's every muscle tensed at his touch, and he encircled her growing breasts in his hands, making her coo softly as she kissed his neck. Soon their hands began to focus on one spot on their bodies. Edd could feel her slit, it was very warm, and slick to the touch. He probed with a finger, wriggling it about and feeling Nazz shake and quiver with the action. She was busy as well, using both her hands to fondle his erection and balls. Nazz nibbled on Edd's ear and whispered so low she couldn't hear herself say,

"I want you now, Edd." It nearly brought a tear to Edd's own eye. But he had something better planned for her. Edd pulled his head back and, with his free hand, placed a finger on her lips. He smiled and then sank into the deep folds of the sheets, everything but his hand disappearing from sight. Even that shrank away as well, and Nazz focused her mind as she anticipated the penetration. She spread her legs and closed her eyes, but was surprised not to feel Edd's member, but his mouth around her slit. She wanted to protest, but the words died in her throat as his tongue lapped against her aching mound. He moved his tongue faster than her body could process the feeling, and she felt it. The feeling was so shocking at first that she let out a harsh moan and gripped the comforter where she thought Edd might be. That only elicited a moan which reverberated onto her, causing her to feel even more pleasure. She arched her back as Edd used his tongue with such deftness that she had a hard time believing this was his first outing in sex. It didn't matter to her, however, as enraptured as she was by Edd's artisan use of his tongue on her body. Edd found that the taste wasn't bad, or at the very least not as bad as he had thought. It was musky, to be certain, but that gave it a sort of supernatural quality all its own. He took pride in the fact that Nazz was squirming and pushing desperately to get him to stop while keeping her legs as firmly separated as possible. He even found it hard to breath as Nazz grasped the back of his head through the sheets and began forcing his whole face onto her womanhood. He licked and suckled on her clitoris as best as he could, using the technique he had learned on May's breasts to full effect, lashing it between his teeth in a wild move that sent her beyond the stars. He began to notice that Nazz's movements were losing their strength after enough time, although she supplemented this by wrapping her legs around Edd's head and bucked as hard as she could, crashing his face into her petals. Edd slipped his finger in where even his tongue couldn't reach. Nazz was even more slick than before. Had she come yet? There was only one way to be sure. With swift precision, Edd replaced his darting tongue with one of his fingers and, after wiping himself with the underside of the sheets, racked Nazz's legs onto his shoulders and got on his knees. Lifting the sheets like some kind of bed monster, Edd's eyes adjusted to the new light. Nazz was glistening in sweat, her eyes barely open. Her breathing was tense with anticipation. She gripped his wrists with her hands and pulled themselves together for a kiss. Edd noted her flexibility as he kissed her. Her legs were practically behind her head as Edd penetrated her for the first time.

Despite his having tasted her to the point of climax, Nazz was still wonderfully tight. Although it was doubtful, given her athletic nature, that Nazz still had her hymen, Edd wondered if he'd even be able to tell as her womb sucked him in, enrobing every inch of him in slick flesh. He felt himself pulse inside of her, the thrumming of his heart traveling through his member, the blood vessels nearly choked by Nazz's tightness. As he fully brought himself down upon her, he could hear her mumbling something incoherent. He listened closer.

"M...more, Edd. Want it...want again," she apparently had come. It wouldn't be the last time, he promised her silently. He pulled out slowly, causing Nazz to moan in dismay and ecstasy. As his head tipped her puffy mound again, she reached forward with her arms and began to claw into Edd's back, forcing him back down into her. He began thrusting into her slowly, letting her body and his take in every moment of lust. He felt the tiny sting of her fingers as he would pull out, only enhancing the feeling of forcing back into her tight, welcoming womb. All the while, Edd kissed Nazz on the face and neck and even her legs on occasion. He licked up her body, tasting every inch of her nectarous essence. Edd let one of Nazz's legs go so that he could try a new position. Straddling the fallen leg, Edd kept the other one resting on his shoulder. He grasped her thigh with his hands and pushed her onto him, letting them both see their sexes collide and combine. Edd felt the pressure grow within him, but urged it to wait. He was in agony, his member fully erect and pistoning within her, but desperately wanting to fill her. Soon, he got his chance. As the minutes went by, Nazz began to moan again, albeit far lighter this time. It wasn't that she felt any worse for it, but she was so blatantly exhausted in light of her athletic physique. This act was stretching muscles she'd never before used, and they protested with complete exhaustion. As much as they protested, however, they could not resist her primal hunger. As one, they flexed and tensed, putting a resistance against Edd's member that he welcomed dearly. As Nazz emptied her lungs in a sighing scream, Edd pulled himself as far inside of her body as possible and released. The sudden rush of thick, hot fluid coating her body made her eyes light up and she reached down with her own hand, feeling what now lined her womb leak out from their joining. They didn't bother separating. Instead, Edd collapsed on top her, and they kissed again. Nazz moved her head and, before she fell asleep in Edd's arms, said,

"You're a really great friend, Edd," and turned on her side, with Edd still firmly planted within her. He allowed the tear in his eye to fall as he wrapped his arm around Nazz and joined her.

END

>>75049
The ending was great! Just Perfect! Will there be an epilogue of some sort?

>>75049
Awesome. Can't wait to see what else you write.

>>75041>>75044
I personally liked the exposition, If you intent was to make Edd look cool while acting like a gentlemen you succeeded. To me, he came off as sorta Bruce Lee intercepting fist and the old dude from those dos XX commercials

Any case Well done, moving on the more 'adult' part now

>>75086
Damn forgot to add- there seems to be some grammar and spelling errors within this recent writing you have given us. It doesn't worsen your story telling- but it is something. Thank you for spending your time on us.

>>75087
Thanks for the feedback. That story was an abject lesson AGAINST fighting sleep in order to finish stories. For me at least.

I've made my decision for my next saga. Within it I plan to explore the saucier side of Dimmsdale. More details will be forthcoming as my first story in the set.

*crosses heart* I swear to not push my brain into zombification for the sake of finishing stories. You people don't have to post on my stuff, but you do because you like it. And I damned well better keep it that way.

>>75104
Any particular case for doing dimsdale? I look forward to your future work.

Also stay healthy- I don't want you to lose your mind over writing

>>75104
Sounds like you got something special planed. Will we see some tonight? If your tired go ahead and don't worry about it.

When can we expect the first paragraph.

>>75041

Y'know that scene in the first Spider-Man movie, where Peter's spider-senses kicks in and he does that slow-mo dodge around Flash's fist?

That's what this scene reminded me of... epic.

Nice Job. Wish you would have done one last chapter with the Kankers but that's fine. So how is the FOP story coming along.

Status report?

Mr. Kyle. I don't quiet know how you feel about reading other peoples work and i don't mean to offend you, but have you checked out this Vicky/Timmy story?

http://cartoon.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600091975

I know you probably already got something planed, but i thought that maybe this might help you out. I also can't wait to see what your doing and see how many girls your using.

I know your probably busy, but do you mind if I ask how things age coming?

3 eyes

>>75352
>are

I don't need to post when i'm sleepy

>>75382
Too true, mate. I'm still here. I was taking a break from just about everything (holiday came up after the boss slipped up) but I'm back. I'm going to post AT LEAST the exposition by tonight. Trust me, although I wasn't writing it, I was ruminating it in my head.

To>>75311

I read it, and although I do like that it's actually well written, and not just your typical 'dick in jane' fapfic, I just can't wrap my skull around Timmy x Vicky. I will say (as a bit of a spoiler) that this implies a massive amount of cognitive dissonance in my first story.

Here's the rundown, for anyone following this still (for which I thank you):

Vicky
Veronica
Trixie
Tootie

The Timmy Tetralogy is on.

>>75399

>I just can't wrap my skull around Timmy x Vicky.

But... but... there's a loophole...

>>73167

>>75399
I can't wait to see what you write, but have you considered doing an orgy chapter to finish hings off. I now everyone keeps harping on about this but I really want to see your take one group stories. If I sound like some sort of demanding prick just let me know and I'll shut up.

Now, if you think this is a lot of exposition for my stories, this is actually par for the openings of my stories. What you guys might not know is that the OP's beginning is actually an abridged version of the original. The original had a full post worth of exposition that brought to light that the cul-de-sac students were taught sex-ed...no pun intended. This is why Edd seemed like he knew what was going on...and so did the others.

And yes, to appease the crowds, I'm raising my thumb to a 'happy ending' with all involved.

"What?!" a shrill voice pierced through the barracks-like office of Jurgen, enforcer of THE RULES. Not cowed by the small fairy's vitriolic fury at his denial, the massively bulked fairy replied with the same casual dismissal.

"Sorry, Cupid, but THE RULES clearly state that office of Fairylord is not open." The pink and red colored fairy bristled. He'd worked centuries to gain the title of Fairylord, plotting and backstabbing as efficiently as the so-called 'Love Machine' could. He began floating back and forth, a sort of mid-air version of pacing.

"Look, Jurgen," he said as politely as his whittling professionalism would allow, "I've made the requests for this position for nearly a thousand years. Surely the paperwork went through around the Dark Ages?" Jurgen remained unexpressive. Taking his own copy of THE RULES out, Jurgen flipped it without moving his gargantuan arms.

"THE RULES state that the office of the Fairylord is only open if a position is available within the fairy workforce. It's not!" With that, he slammed it shut with a thunderclap, sending Cupid flying through his window. Jurgen poofed in front of the tiny fairy still ringing out his ears with his wand. "Look, Cupid, so long as there is a Fairy Godparent for every child who needs one, there will be no Fairylord. Get over it!" Jurgen took his massive wand and, hefting it like a golf club, lined up a shot against the other fairy and belted him back in the general direction of Cupid's palace. "Haha! Fairy in one!" An assisstant approached him, looking up in the air.

"Fine shot, sir. It's time for your morning scrambling of the fairies." Going from unamused to giddy in a nanosecond, Jurgen poofed a button into place and smashed it with his fist, sending klaxons blaring across Fairy World.

Within the palace of Cupid, a ball of flaming light streaked down from the sky and, with a blazing exposion, smashed a number of sundry statues and meticulously hedged gardens into oblivion. A female fairy in a business suit rather unbecoming of a member of Cupid's coiterie picked up the 'meteor' by the hair. The charred fairy spat out a few perfectly-white teeth before staring in the other fairies direction.

"Oh, it's you," she said without a hint of concern, "I figured Jurgen would have offed you by now, sir." Fuming, Cupid poofed back into his perfect visage.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, going from my secretary to having my job?" She didn't answer.

"I take it the Fairylord's still an open position, sir?" He ground his teeth on his wand.

"Unbelievable! Why make a position like that if it can't be filled?! The Fairylord has ultimate power over all fairies, but nobody can claim the spot! I. Want. That. Spot!"

"Not nobody, sir." His eyes blew open. He rushed towards her, taking her up by her suit-collar, so close he could kiss her if he wanted to.

"What do you mean?" She smacked him away with a flick of her wand, bowling him through a statue of Venus. With a twist of her wrist, she opened her own copy of THE RULES.

"While you were out doing drive-by's in Italy during the Renaissance, I looked up the fine print. You CAN get the job, sir. All you have to do is get a kid to 'lose his Fairy Godparents before their time is properly due.'"

"W...why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"You didn't ask, sir." As much as Cupid wanted to murder his secretary in elaborate fashions over this, he still couldn't contain his elation.

"Fine, fine! How do we do that?" She pulled out a large pair of spectacles and peered into the lettering of THE RULES itself, the magical properties of the paper allowing for whole texts to exist in fine print on the letters alone.

"The child in question must be the one most recently granted his Fairy Godparents, and must be made as content with his life as if his conditions had actually changed. This causes a number of placement loopholes that allow for the position to open."

"Ooh, sounds tricky. Show me who it is." She waved her hands and a mirror appeared behind him. He peered into it as the portal began to haze from his own reflection, which he stared at with no small amount of self-satisfaction, to an image of a human home. The view flickered from the living room, up a flight of stairs, to a small boys room. Inside was a small boy playing video games. He had a pink hat, large buck-teeth and...oh no.

"Timmy Turner? He's the one I've got to make lose his Godparents?" He turned blood red and threw his wand through the mirror, shattering the idyllic scene into a thousand shards. One of the shards showed the fishbowl containing Cosmo and Wanda, the Fairy couple who were both his aides and protectors. There was no possible way that they would allow him to...he paused. The small gears that made up the foundation of his mind began to twist and sputter into activity. A serpentine grin creased his Botox-addled face.

"Get me my bow...I've got some target practice coming my way."

Within the Turner home, the only sounds were coming from televisions. Downstairs, Mom and Dad were watching the news with glazed over stare. Above, Timmy was playing Alien Disembowler IV, equally as mind-wiped. Cosmo and Wanda, in their goldfish forms, were floating peacably in the bowl, when suddenly one of Cosmo's scales began to vibrate incessantly.

"Ooh! Scale-call!" With a movement of his flipper, he pulled out the scale and put it to what amounted to his ear.

"Uh huh. Yeah. Sure thing. Right. Love you."

"What was that about?" Wanda asked.

"It's mother!" Wanda bit her lip.

"Uh-oh, is she coming over? What's she trying to break us up with this time?" He gave her his typical, vacant look.

"It's not like that, Wanda! Mother has a date!" She looked at him incredulously.

"A...date?"

"Yep. And she wants us there to meet him. Said something about 'what to really find in a relationship.'" Wanda slitted her eyes, but said nothing.

"What about Timmy?" was her only reply. They both looked at him, completely zombified by the glowing screen and images of impalement and xenocide.

"Right," they replied in unison. And with that, Cosmo pulled out a miniature briefcase, and the two of them poofed out of existence in the room. A few minutes later and the doorbell rang.

"Timmy!" Mom and Dad called. Keeping his eyes fixated on the screen, he began to walk with a somnambulists pace to the door. He opened it still hypnotized by his romp in the digital world. As soon as he saw who stood at the door, he sobered up instantaneosly.

"Evening, twerp!" Vicky. Why was it always Vicky? In the whole of the world, why did his parents always send for Vicky, when surely there were more qualified sitters somewhere on the earth?

>>75435
I don't mind the exposition. It gives us a good backdrop for the story. Also I can tell that this is gonna be an awesome story.

>>75435
Awesome! Will we see more tonight?

>>75435
Please continue.

Looks like he's taking the night off.

Will we get a few paragraphs tonight?

Can't wait to read more.

While we're waiting on the next chapter do you mind telling us about your writing process?

>>75760
Sure. But before I do, I must apologize about the delay on this one. I've been hooked on this MMO called 'IRL'. There's zero lag, and kickass physics, but boy does it ever chew up my writing time.

As to my style. What I do when I'm writing stuff like this (fanfiction, essentially) is I turn off every sensory stimulation in my house, meaning shutting off the computer, the lights, fans, TV's, anything that makes light or sound. I'm able to tune out ambient noise, but if you live in a huge city that might be problematic, but I digress. After that, I either sit down and close my eyes or pace about the house and think about how, within the context of the show, the requested characters would get about to doing what it is they must, invariably, do. This is where being a fan of the show comes into play, because I couldn't begin to guess how characters would get into 'interesting' situations in something like Mass Effect or Adventure Time, simply because I've never watched/played or cared for the material. In any case, after I've thought out about how the characters would get into a situation of our persuasion, it's time to actually put finger to keyboard. When writing, spontaneity is your finest friend. Try to variegate your words without making it sound like you just right-clicked and used the Thesaurus button. This may be difficult for some people as English isn't everyone's language, even on English-language boards. It actually heartens me to see people who don't have English as a mother language try to write using it, because it lets me know people respect its complexity. Again, I digress.

Now, what do I do when I'm actually writing? Well, I kind of renege on my earlier idea of removing all stimulation. I like to put on a pair of good headphones (hoo boy, if I could afford those Bose Noise Canceling behemoths...) and listen to music. Now, I use headphones because it more or less washes out any ambient sound, which is immensely distracting while I'm actually writing. The type of music you choose is important as well, or so I believe. Use light music, with very little variation in its composition, and try not to have anything with spoken lyrics. Hearing words will actually pollute your train of thought as you try to create words in your mind, which often leads to brainlock (or writer's block). In other words, pop in something of a relaxing classical piano piece and try to aim correctly when you're hitting the neighbors yapping rat-dog with tranquilizer darts. Additionally, try to make the song long, more than the usual three or four minutes of most modern music. Most classical pieces stretch to somewhere in the ballpark of eight to twelve, but this is your own choice. Hell, if you can fall asleep easily to Marylin Manson scraping his teeth against a chalkboard, then by all means.

When writing, always jump into the character's heads. Simply acting as a 3rd-person narrator is dulling, and doesn't let the reader think THEY are the ones in the character's head. Remember, we're writing so that readers can fulfill certain...obligations, so remember that it enhances fantasy when they can 'see' through the eyes of those involved. Also, always try to see in the mindset of all the involved characters, situations permitting. You never know what kind of audience will be reading your work. Yes, yes, I understand that this is a 4chan derivative, and we all know the rule about females on such things, but I'm trying to be as serious about this as possible for future writers.

I'm not going to lie to you. If you're a virgin, your work is going to falter. There is no substitute for the real thing, no matter how many reams of other works you have read, no matter how many raunchy movies you've rented or (more likely) seen on the internet, unless you've had it, you don't have it. It's unfortunate, but it's the truth. Frankly, this should be an incentive, if you are one, to go out and attempt to improve your social life so that you CAN know what you're writing about. There is a caveat to this, of course. Barring any lax social laws certain countries have, in most of the rest of them having relations with people of the type written about in stories such as these is vastly illegal, and morally reprehensible. Now, do I feel any cognitive dissonance writing that and writing...the stuff on this entire post? No. Because, despite the UK's rather draconian laws, these characters don't exist. Always bear that in mind. It's entirely one thing to write about drawings of chalk and pencil animated in some sweatshop in Korea/Canada and to actually...well, I don't think I need to elaborate. THIS IS FICTION. DO NOT MAKE IT OTHERWISE.

I hope this helps all of you out. I'll finish with this parting word of advice:

Do What You Want To Do.

If I can pass on no other information, let it be that. Oh, and Darkroom, a word processing application that makes your screen essentially look like the old, black and greened out DOS screens is very helpful on the eyes. Tiny nibs of black on a huge plain of white is very taxing... I've heard that Mac's have a hotkey that inverts the colors on their screens, but I'm a Microslave and always shall be.

Story coming soon, I promise you guys.

>>75820
Wow all of this seems very informative. I'll have to try out a few of these ideas. Thanks again. Can't wait to see what you have planed.

>>75435
"Me and your mom are going out to Charlie Cheese to eat pizza and maybe play a few rounds on the air hockey tables! Have fun!" Timmy implored to them,

"But wouldn't that sound like something fun for ALL of us to do?" They looked at each other for only a moment before laughing and pulling out matching his and hers Whack-a-Seal clubs.

"Have fun, Timmy. We will!" and with that, they skipped to the car, which rocketed away in the direction of some seriously good times. Quite unlike what Timmy was experiencing, he thought. As the door slammed, he looked up at Vicky, staring down from her green tank top. She was cracking her knuckles and grinning fiercely.

"Now it's time for MY fun, twerp! Footstool!" It wasn't an observation, as the Turner household had no footstools. It was a command and, in an instant, Timmy was on all fours as Vicky lept into the couch and began scrolling through the TV. She dug her heels into his spine in a way that couldn't have been coincidental. "Nothing's on. Guess it's time for the Pay-Per-Watch." After numerous rummages through Timmy's parents belongings, Vicky had their credit card numbers by heart. "Let's see," she said as Timmy, facing perpendicular to the screen could only see the faint color of the room turn dark blue as she accessed the menu, "Mindless Slaughter 9? Nah, too sappy." This went on for a few minutes and, as his back began to numb from the abuse Vicky was hauling onto it, Timmy began to zone out. Without Cosmo and Wanda, there wasn't much he could do except to stay crouched and hope she didn't try to use him as an ashtray. Not that she smoked, it was just a hobby of hers to put out matches on him. A moment later, and Timmy could have sworn he heard a fast, sharp sound, like something cutting across a vast swathe of air in and exceptionally quick time. It was followed by a low but unmistakable 'thunk'. As soon as Timmy was prepared to risk Vicky's ire by looking to investigate the sound, the light from the TV changed from blue to a bright white. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" Timmy couldn't see any of it, and Vicky gave no inclination as to what was being shown. He did notice that her heels were carving into him at an odd angle, not one he was used to feeling. Come to think of it, Vicky had grown very quiet. In lieu of her usual heckling, cackling, and requests for popcorn, she was silent, although her breathing was a bit off-tempo. Curiosity overtook Timmy, and he lifted his head up, trying to see what was on the...he blanched.

On the screen were two people, not actors of any kind he had ever seen, doing something to each other naked that his mind couldn't process. It looked like wrestling, with numerous different holds and locks, but there was no referee, no crowd, nothing. He blushed beet red at the sight of people, even pixelated on the television, nude. He wanted to look down but, not unlike a traffic accident, he found he couldn't look away from the strangely interesting scene. Timmy quickly dismissed the notion that the two of them were fighting. No punches were being thrown at all, or kicks. They bit each other from time to time, but it seemed more like nibbling. Also, who fought on a bed? Not only that, but they both seemed to be enjoying themselves, smiling and shouting 'yes' and 'more'. It seemed fairly repetitive to him, as the only part of their bodies that hit were their...well he didn't know what to call them. The girls 'thing' seemed to be gone, replaced by some hole meant for holding the guy, who was fitfully putting his own piece, far bigger than his own, Timmy noted, into said hole. Timmy wasn't bored, the sight too shocking and unconventional for it to every be, but he was noticing the repetition. That was until the man began swearing at an alarming rate and, almost faster than Timmy could process, pulled his thing out, pointed it at the girls face and did something with his part that Timmy had never known was possible. It looked like the usual stuff as it splashed across the girl's face, but it was white and seemed to have a thicker consistency than water. As the two 'actors' went back to the strange bed dance, he began to wonder what Vicky was doing watching people fight naked on the bed. He looked up the other way, and his puzzlement only grew. Vicky had one hand up her shirt, rolling her hands around her chest, and one down her pants, moving rhythmically around the black material. She was making the same sounds as the girl on the television, and was thrusting forward in what looked like an imitation of the 'fighting'. Timmy oftentimes emulated his favorite shows, pointing ray guns made of fingers at invisible invaders from Pluto, but he'd never done anything that involved him reaching there. In another moment of curiosity, Timmy looked and saw the man's piece was fully straight, and he was stroking it like he was polishing a baseball bat. Keeping himself level, Timmy moved his hand seruptitiously down to his own crotch and began squeezing and petting, simulating what the odd movie was showing. He felt odd, which was saying something considering most things he did in the average day. It felt like something was awakening within him. It seemed to grow and swell until...he looked down. Pressing against the cotton of his jeans, his piece had enlarged. It wasn't anywhere near to the massive size of the actor's, but it was the largest he'd ever seen his own stuff get. As he continued to pet and fondle it, he began feeling an unusual, but very enjoyable sensation. He'd never felt anything like it, but he certainly wanted more. Like a sugar fiend who gets a hold on a chocolate bar, Timmy needed more. He began stroking it in rhythm to the actor, the action making a zipping motion as his fingers went against the grain of his pants. Forgetting the consequences for the sake of the feeling, Timmy pressed on, the funny feeling increasing as the seconds crawled by. It wasn't for a few minutes that Timmy realized Vicky had gone silent again. As he looked up with large eyes, he saw Vicky staring down at him once more.

"Like that, huh, twerp?" Timmy didn't respond, although whether it was by fear or embarrassment, he couldn't be sure. She reached down for him. Timmy didn't move, pinned down as he was by her heels. Picking him up by his shirt, she tossed him into the cushion next to hers. She spread her legs and pulled him closer. In his bewilderment, Timmy didn't resist. The things Vicky were doing bordered on 'nice', a setting he felt she just wasn't programmed with at birth. She took his arm and made it so that his hand was at her waistline. She pointed and said, "do that!" Timmy tore his eyes from Vicky and looked at the screen. The guy was rubbing his hand across the girl's hole, back and forth. Not wanting to upset Vicky, he placed his hand on her crotch essentially where the actresses was, and began to move his hand around the black material. "Wrong!" she yelled, and Timmy snapped his hand back as if bitten. She rolled her eyes in disappointment and stood up. There was something in her eyes that Timmy had never seen before. They seemed to sparkle in a way that he'd only ever seen in Tootie's eyes before. Before he could dwell on that any further, Vicky had begun pulling her pants down, taking her underwear with her. Timmy was too astounded to do anything but stare agape at Vicky's half-nude form. As he looked at her nakedness, he couldn't help but feel that same strangely good feeling come over him as before when he was on his knees. He pondered how that could be when he wasn't touching it. Certainly it couldn't have anything to do with Vicky. The movie, perhaps? He wouldn't get an answer directly. Kicking away her pants, Vicky sat back down on the couch. The actors changed positions, the guy laying on his back and the girl on her stomach, her face inches away from his piece. He almost didn't notice the tugging at his jeans. Almost. Timmy looked and saw that Vicky's small fingers were unbuttoning his pants. He reached down, trying to prevent the action, but the growling from Vicky's direction stopped that quickly. Growing even redder with embarrassment, he looked away as he felt the tingle of the zipper go down, strafing against his piece. Moments later, he felt the tug as his pants came down entirely. Vicky oohed at the sight of Timmy's part. He was surprised by this, as anything he did that genuinely interested her was rarer than jewels. He stifled a yelp as he felt her hands rub across him, stimulating him even further. He began to feel slightly out of breath.

>>75962
Keep going.

MORE!!!!

Nice. Can't wait to read the rest.

Don't leave me hanging.

Bump

>>75962
"Vicky?" Timmy asked. "What are you doing?" She gave him an impish smile as she leaned her head over and began pulling down his underwear. Vicky had bathed Timmy in the long past, but she usually treated that endeavor with the same care as someone removing toxic waste. He remembered her lording over him, tongs in hand as he nervously stripped, like a laboratory experiment. That was the Vicky he knew, but it was not the Vicky breathing heavily over him. Her hands flickered against his part as she stripped him. As he looked down, he came to a sudden realization as to what it was he was feeling now towards her. It was so simple, he was actually amazed he didn't realize it before.

Fear.

Unequivocal fear. That was the answer to why his lower extremity had decided to stiffen and harden. It was petrified of Vicky's ministrations. He had gone bolt-straight like that many times, and now that she was targeting a specific part of him, it only made sense that it would freeze as well. Timmy began weighing his options. It was clear to him that Vicky was aping the actions of the television, so perhaps if he played along he'd be safe. He prayed silently that the movie didn't turn out in the end to be a horror show. He looked at the screen and, true to form, Vicky was on her bare knees, just as the actress was. He braced himself as he saw the naked woman grasp the man's part. Like clockwork, he felt the sensation of Vicky taking hold of him. Something was amiss, however. Unlike usual, her grip wasn't a vice-like stranglehold. Quite the opposite, he noted with no small hint of relief, she was cradling his piece and the two balls below, rubbing and fondling them softly. It felt strange, but somehow enjoyable. As she began stroking him smoothly, he found it had become very, very enjoyable. In fact, it was only by a whim did he notice the next scene in the film, and it was a cruel one to be sure. In the fuzzy glow of the TV, he watched with terror as the actress leaned down and actually took the man's rod in her mouth. Perhaps this was a horror, some cannibal ritual that involved lulling the victim into some false sense of security. His mind raced, but his body wouldn't react, the conflicting signals colliding and jumbling in his mind. Before he had a chance to sort his menagerie of thoughts, he saw Vicky's ponytail sway to the side as her head bobbed down, down onto his fear-laden shaft. Then, a most surprising thing happened. First, he didn't scream. Second, his eyes turned wide and glassy as his lower body was washed in unbelievably pleasurable sensation. Where he had expected the gnashing of teeth, he found the lolling of a tongue, and the wet suction of lips. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. Timmy couldn't even think. All he could do for many moments was simply sit there and begin the arduous task of processing what had just happened in the last ten minutes.

His mind surged as Vicky began tingling his sac with her fingernails. As warm and soothing as her mouth was, his stiffness didn't dissipate. In fact, it grew harder and perhaps a bit longer. It felt incredible, better than any wish he'd ever asked for. The dissonance of the fact that this was coming from Vicky didn't enter into it. All reason in this instant made room for sheer ecstacy. He wanted to feel this way forever, and it seemed to be that way as the minutes crawled lovingly away. Just as he was going to enter a stupor, he found Vicky's rhythm was growing faster. It felt good, but something wondered why she was opening her pace. She was moaning breathily onto him, and the vibrations were tantalizing on his shaft as her tongue mercilessly lashed its underside. He looked and saw that Vicky had a hand in her own place. She was rubbing her fingers over the hole she had at a furious pace, far faster than the gentle stroking she was giving him. Just as before, the screen was imitating life. He watched with a hazy interest as the lady stopped her mouthwork and got on her knees in the other direction, facing her rear to the actor. He kneeled in behind her as the camera zoomed in to show that she had two holes. The actor grabbed himself and, to Timmy's amazement, stuck it into the lower hole. In his bewilderment, Timmy didn't notice that Vicky had not only stopped licking him, but she'd also somehow gotten on her stomach, legs spread, her eyes imploring him to approach. He did willingly. If this felt at all as good as before, he was more than happy to try. He kneed her legs even wider to give him easier access. Timmy looked and saw that it wasn't a hole, per se. He could see slick flesh glistening at him as Vicky stroked a finger at the top of it all. Curiosity got the better of him, and he reached down himself, using his own fingers to spread apart her rosen lips. It felt warm, very warm. It was wet, as well, as he slipped a finger in to feel the texture of Vicky's inside. She tensed and drew in a sharp breath as he did so. Timmy was breathing differently as well, quick and deliberate. Taking his shaft in hand as he had seen,he moved forward, and pressed the tip of his rod against the slick lips. Timmy looked over and saw the man thrusting with gusto into the woman, both of them swearing and moaning at each other. He had to feel that. As he pushed his hips down onto Vicky's, that's exactly what he did.

>>76341
Nice. Keep going please.

I can't wait for the rest?

>I'm raising my thumb to a 'happy ending' with all involved.

Wait. . .does that mean you're going to make an ending for the Edd story?

>>76503
I think he means the fairly oddparent story he's working on now.

>>76507
Hi all. I'm not dead, and I've not forgotten about this. I've just got a boatload on my plate for the next few days, and sadly the 9-5 comes first...gotta keep the electricity bill paid somehow, right?

As for what I said. When I wrote it, yes, I did mean for the Timmy series alone. But, I think what I will do, before I move on to whatever the NEXT series is, is write a beau-coupe finale for the Edd saga.

Good enough answer?

>>76551
Sounds good to me!