DISCLAIMER: I'm a little teapot, short and stout.
TITLE: Yaoi Zowie! (Looking for better title)
GENRE: Humor/Parody
RATING: PG-13 for implications, hinting, innuendo, and general "wink
wink, nudge nudge"-age.
PAIRINGS: That... is a secret!
NOTES: Story and appendices are mixed up together; Furuba content doesn't start until chapter 1.
Observe this tranquil Japanese neighborhood: cozy houses bordered by whitewashed fences and trimmed bushes. Well tended lawns and orderly flower beds, lending the air an earthy, homey smell. A lone butterfly fluttering through the air. A four inch tall woman with transparent wings popping into existence. A cat lazily sprawled in the sun. Wind chimes playing a random melody. A-
Wait, wait a minute; back up. Wind chimes: check. Cat: check. Four inch tall woman with transparent wings... Nope, don't see any. A hallucination? A-
Aha! Right there in one of the bushes, a tiny human with insect wings. A real, honest-to-goodness fairy. Well, don't that beat it all?
Yumi the Yaoi Fairy groaned as she sat up amongst the bush's leaves. Damn, but that trans-dimensional reality crossing spell really took something out of you, and was a bitch to cast. And the previous reality had been going so well! It didn't have many bishounen, but she made up for that with volume. First she'd had to deal with that Akane tramp, and then it had taken liberal applications of her Wand of Yaoi, but she'd finally gotten a four-way going between Ranma, Ryoga, Mousse and Kuno. Turned out that weapons weren't the only thing Mousse was hiding, and Kuno could do some very interesting things with that wooden sword of his. They'd gotten into a nice orgy...
And then, somehow, cold water had managed to find Ranma, and the three remaining men proceeded to gang-bang the red-headed trollop. She'd then transported in a huff to another reality before she realized she could fix the situation, and was now tangled up in the leaves of a bush. She shouldn't have reacted so rashly, but she'd be damned if another women was going to get the men of her dreams. And since the men of her dreams were human, and she wasn't even as big as their CENSORED, she was reduced to hitching those men up with each other.
Well, not really reduced. The pairings (or triplings, or...) were quite yummy, what with strong, masculine hands gliding over wide backs, rippling muscles sliding over rippling muscles, rampant, throbbing-
Yumi started fanning herself; whoo, she was getting hot! Quickly looking around, she lifted up her skirt, set the Wand of Yaoi to "vibrate", and-