"Stormshock in T-minus four minutes!" Sage announced.
"Alright! Time to kick some Anti behind!" Spinner said gleefully.
"Don't get too cocky." Vert warned, entering the Saber. "I'm sure our Antis are twice as mad as last time we beat them."
"Yeah, and twice as stoo-pid!" Spinner joked. "Come on, what could those raccoons do to us?"
"Heh! Good one, Spinner. They were a bit heavy on the eye makeup, if I recall." Stanford commented as the team drove across the Salt Flats.
"And I recall Anti-Kalus being key to our success." Agura reminded them.
"No pun intended." Spinner snickered, making everyone groan.
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"Everyone clear on the plan?" Anti-Vert addressed his team. "Agura? Sure you'll be fine without me, babe?"
"I think I'll survive." She rolled her eyes.
"Well, I know you'll be lonely tonight." He smirked, and Anti-Agura allowed herself a small grin. He has no idea she thought as they drove to face the goody-goodies.
"Wanna go?" She challenged her opposite.
"Bring it." The other Agura replied. Anti-Agura fought strategically; luring her away from her team. She had to admit that she was jealous of her opposite, who was surrounded by guys SHE got to choose from, not guys who viewed her as a willing plaything. The goody-Vert, however, was the one prize Anti-Agura really desired. Admittedly, both were hot, sexy and charismatic guys, but Anti-Agura felt that he would add that something she thought was missing with her Vert. That is, once she got him in bed. The Anti grinned to herself; they were hidden behind a cliff face. Now was the perfect time to make her move. Using a special device Anti-Sherman had set up, she fired an arrow into her opposite's window, cracking it. An idea stolen from Anti-Kalus, the arrow began to fill the ATV with sleeping gas. Anti-Agura grinned wickedly as Agura began coughing, then passed out. Working quickly, she opened the undercarriage, pulled Agura out with some difficulty, and took her place in her Tangler. Smearing off the eyeliner, she turned on the com, surprised at how much more smoothly this Tangler drove.
"Vert, I dealt with Anti-Agura. Do we have the Key?" She pretended to act concerned. If this plan worked, her team could have all the Keys they wanted.
"Good work, Agura." He replied, and she brightened at the praise. Even if it wasn't technically intended for her, it was still something she never heard from her team. "Zoom's still scouting or the Key. Why don't you head back and help Stanford out?"
"On my way!" She responded, allowing another grin. It's actually going to work. Not only would she get the Battle Keys and her team's respect, she would get something else out of the goody-two-shoes Vert…and she couldn't wait.
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"Uhh…" Agura groaned, her eyes closed. Her head was killing her, and the smell of Stanford's car wasn't helping. "You have GOT to clean this thing out, Stan!"
"Sorry, love." A nasally, almost fake-sounding British accent replied. Agura gasped and her eyes shot open.
"Anti-Stanford?"
"In the flesh, babe. Call me Stanford; you're on our side now." She cupped a hand under her chin, but she smacked him away.
"Ooh. This one's feisty, Vert!" Stanford called into the com. Agura heard a familiar chuckle.
"Perfect. She'll be plenty of fun to sedate tonight." Anti-Vert replied smoothly, and Agura felt panic grip her chest. He wouldn't…would he?
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"Great work today, team." Vert announced. "Training's at nine tomorrow, so get some sleep!" He announced to groans. Anti-Agura left for "her" room. It was better to avoid the goody-goods so that she didn't raise suspicion. Ugh. She thought upon entering Agura's room. The bed was made, the desk free of clutter, and the clothes in the closet all hung up the same distance apart.
"Let's see what you've got in the pajama department..." Anti-Agura grinned, rifling through drawers. All she found were basketball shorts and old T-shirts.
"Ew! Come on, girl, everybody's got something…" She could always just wear her own panties, but the Anti would have rather worn something special for the occasion. Finally, in the back of the drawer, her hand brushed silky fabric.
"A-ha! So you have been planning for that "special night." She grinned, trying on the slip. Short, skinny-strapped, silky, and hinting at see-through, it flattered her curves perfectly. Obviously. The Anti smiled; this could only help her cause. Sauntering out of her room, she knocked on Vert's door after making sure the hallway was clear.
"Hey, Agu-AGURA?" Vert was shocked. He had never seen his semi-girlfriend dressed so…so suggestively, and a lower part of his anatomy stirred just looking at her barely covered legs, curvy hips, and visible cleavage.
"Heeeey…" She cooed, sliding a bit closer to give him a better angle. "Just wanted to say good night."
"Oh. Uhm, well, night." Vert said, leaning in to peck her cheek. Agura surprised him by lacing her fingers together around his neck and pulling his lips roughly to hers. Vert was a bit startled, but he didn't mind too much. He was more surprised, however, when the female backed him up against the wall, and hand straying from where it had been tangled in his hair and creeping up his white T-shirt.
"Ah-Agura!" He exclaimed, pulling away.
"What?" She smirked, slipping behind him into his room and pulling him along with her. "You don't mind, do you?" She sat on his bed, bringing him down next to her.
"Well, I-" Vert began, feeling a little awkward and very confused. They had stolen kisses before, while the team was out, but this was incredibly unlike her.
"Good…" She whispered, tilting her head so they were full-on face to face and slowly crawling on top of him, pushing him down onto the covers with her chest. Despite the uncharacteristic behavior, Vert couldn't help but feel a rising down below as she pushed her flawless and nearly bare body on his. Still, he felt this was wrong.
"Aguraaaa…." He sang, restraining himself from ripping off his pants right there, and rolling her off.
"But Vert…" She pouted. "You know you want this." She tried to push onto him again, a hand grazing down his thigh.
"Agura, you know the rules. Besides, I have to say this is really unlike you. I think we're both a little tired from the BattleZone today. Why don't you get some rest?" He offered, gently moving her arm away.
Anti-Agura had to admit she was disappointed. She loved her Vert, but he was usually rough, doing everything for his own pleasure and not really caring about her. Sometimes it felt like he was just using her to get what he really wanted, but she knew that this Vert would be perfect: careful, sweet, and incredibly sexy. She had been thinking about this moment ever since the plan was formed…and ever since she had seen the way the goody-goody Vert and Agura acted around each other. She wasn't sure if they had done it, but she had learned quite a bit from her anti team and was ready to give the innocent Vert a better night than she hoped her opposite ever could. Yes, there was the deceived love component, but once under the covers…did it really matter? Anti-Agura was actually a bit upset. No one resisted her! Still, she was madder that she had almost blown her cover. How was she supposed to know the other Agura's relations with her Vert?
"Well, alright…" She pressed her lips against his one last time, pushing her chest onto his and daringly wrapping her legs around him, the nightgown's hem slipping up. If this couldn't get her in, the man was a lost cause. She could practically feel Vert rising under her, and grinned with triumph. She used her chest to push him against the bed in anticipation, but was again rolled off! What was with this guy? From what she knew, they all wanted two things: sex, and a girl who take it. She was both and more, so why was he resisting?
"Agura. What has gotten into you?" Vert shook his head.
"Sorry, I can't help it." She said seductively. "You just…" Her hand made its way down to his crotch, "Turn me on."
"Agura!" He exclaimed, flushing. They both knew what she had intended. "GoodNIGHT!"
"Alright…" Anti-Agura sighed, giving him full view of her swaying hips as she left. "Nighty-night." She grinned, knowing that she had his full attention. Mission accomplished.
Meanwhile, on Anti-Earth, Agura was having somewhat similar problems.
"Now, I don't know how your Vert likes it…" Anti-Vert purred as he pressed her up against a wall, rough hands tugging at her shirt and running over her hips. "But the Agura I know can be a pretty bad girl." Agura gasped, wrestling herself out from underneath his grasp.
"Don't even think about it." She hissed.
"Oh, don't give me that." The Anti snarled as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her chest against his. "My girl is gone, and you're the next decent thing. I'm sure your Vert is getting pretty friendly with Anti-Agura right about now." He smirked, and Agura glared at him, pushing herself away from his torso.
"Vert isn't like that." She said, desperately trying to convince herself. She and Vert hadn't done it yet; he couldn't have cheated on her with her Anti, of all people!
"Oh, I don't doubt it for a minute…" Anti-Vert cooed sarcastically, wrapping an arm around her so that his hand rested near her breast. "But my babe can be pretty convincing when she wants to be…even I sometimes can't help myself." He pulled her into him so they were side-by-side, practically dragging the female into his bedroom. "You know how us men can be." He said slyly, forcing her down onto the covers as he tugged his shirt off. It was then Agura noticed the black bra hanging from his bedpost, and the lacy thong that was on the back of his desk chair as if it had been…Agura gulped…flung there. Anti-Vert, his muscular (though she hated to admit it) chest exposed, began crawling on her, his rough hands running up her legs and curves. She glared up at her tormentor, struggling to escape, but he held her pinned on the bed, his sweating chest muffling her struggling one. His fingers fumbled around, locating the zipper to her shocksuit at the base of her neck. He slowly pulled it down, toying with her. Agura gave him a glare.
"I swear, if you-"
"What?" He asked playfully, unzipping the shirt completely and beginning to peel it off. Agura panicked as his hands began crawling into the neckline, working their way down, and she immediately slapped him across the face, grasping his wrists and yanking them out forcefully.
"You, bitch…" He growled. "You don't seem to get that I run things around here, do you?" He suddenly grabbed the top of her shirt, yanking it down so her bra was exposed.
"Get. Off of me." Agura hissed, twisting to hide herself, but he forced her shoulders back on the bed so that he had a full view.
"Never, prisoner. Now, if you don't want this to hurt too bad, why don't you cooperate a little?" He said maliciously as he removed the shirt of her Shocksuit, carelessly tossing it behind him. Agura struggled, but he was stronger and had the advantage of being on top.
"You know, you sort of remind me of my Agura…she was always feisty…" He whispered as he slid off his pants. Agura had had enough. Taking advantage of his distraction, she formed a plan.
"I can be a bit hot-headed." She lied coolly, quitting the struggle. "That is, when my Vert lets me be on top." She hinted, running her hand up his inner thigh to be extra-convincing.
"Ooh…Does he now?" The Anti purred, wrapping his hands around her waist and running his hands over her hips. "We could work something out…that is, if you cooperate…"
"Don't worry…you can count on it…" She whispered in his ear, moving her hand up just a bit and…he let out a soft moan of pleasure as she hit her target.
"Ahh…Alright, babe, you got me." Anti-Vert flipped over, rolling her on top of him.
"I figured…" Agura cooed, toying with the waistband of his boxers, though she was disgusted. Almost. She reminded herself, and prepared for the final step before she could book it out of there. Agura took his hips and pushed them against hers, getting a satisfactory cry of pleasure from her captor. Finally, she did it once more, and he fell back against the bed, panting.
"I see your Vert's taught you a few things, huh?" He breathed. "Wanna show me something else?"
"Like this?" Agura pressed against him one last time, and in his moan that followed she sprang up, snatching the top of her Shocksuit from the bedpost, and sprinted two doors down to where her room would be.
Nearly seconds later, while she was struggling to pull the shirt back on, there was a pounding on her door. "You can't hide in there forever, goody-good! And when you come out, you better be ready to apologize for being a bad girl…" The Anti threatened, and despite herself Agura let out a shiver. Then the ATV driver remembered the com link in her suit. She mentally smacked herself for being so stupid and tried to contact her team.
"Vert? Vert, do you read?" After a pause of silence she tried again. "Does anyone read? Battle Force 5, come in! Sherman? Zoom?"
"Sorry babe." Anti-Vert's voice crackled from the com, startling her. "You're on our frequency now." Agura angrily hit the com, throwing herself on the bed. She felt weak and helpless, and the huntress hated the feeling and herself for being so stupid.
Sighing, Agura looked around the somewhat familiar room. The arrangement was still the same, but it was as if left and right had been reversed. The only other thing was all the clothing scattered everywhere. From a miniskirt draped over a chair to a lacy bra that dangled from the ceiling fan, Agura hoped she could find something to sleep in. That, and that her door locked. Finally, after digging through the overflowing closet, the piles on the floor, and the dresser, she had discovered nothing but lingerie, short shorts, silky tank tops and skimpy, see-through "nightgowns." She shook her head, embarrassed even though it was her ANTI-self, and decided to sleep in her Shocksuit. She would find something suitable to wear in the morning.
Hopefully.