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Note: Tee hee! I'm a stupid fangirl, and I just LOVE Ren X Horo Horo!!! ^^ Genki kawaii desu ne!
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It had been a hard day of training for Horo Horo, a hard day of housework for Ryu, and a hard day of repeatedly washing his hands for Ren. All three felt they were entitled to at least one short dip in the bath, and as they lay exhausted in the hot water together, relaxing and almost lapsing into sleep, they managed to forget the pressures of the Shaman Fight for a few short moments.
That is to say, Horo Horo and Ryu did. Ren, you see, was still not convinced as to the status of his personal hygene.
"Out, damn spot!!" Bellowed Ren, scrubbing at tiny morsels of imaginary dirt on his hands as they bled profusely from open sores into the steaming water. If only he hadn't checked the lock on his door, he wouldn't have had to contaminate his hands with those filthy germs from the handle!
Anger seared through Ren's golden ancestral bloodlines as he pounded away at his open wounds with the stinging soap.
Soap which he promptly dropped into the depths of the bath.
"Sh-shit!" he muttered, reaching down into the waters between himself and Horo Horo. "My hands must be clean before I sleep!! If they're not, I might get gangrene in the middle of the night and die in my sleep! But if I stay in this bath too long, I might wrinkle up and lose precious skin composure!"
Ren began to have an anxiety attack.
Ren's paniced hand groped around desperately for his bar of slippery soap. And found something long and soft and fleshy floating in the water.
Horo Horo awoke with a startled cry of "Pirika!", and jolted forward suddenly, crushing Ren's hand between his legs and his bloated, food-filled stomach. Ren let out a cry of mixed pain and anguish as he realised that the resulting cut in his circulation would probably result in Deep Vein Thrombosis.
"Ren... it's you." Horo Horo grumbled. A gleam shot in Ren's golden eye.
"Thinking about her, eh?" the spike-haired boy questioned in a voice that sounded like a particularly hairy lesbian making speeches about the darkness.
He moved his hand back over to its former position and stroked Horo Horo's shaft three times up from base to head.
"More... more, please, god, Ren..." Horo Horo mumbled, suddenly and inexplicably reduced to a quivering fangirl-fodder mass of gay lust. Ren was at odds with himself in his heart - if he touched Horo Horo more than THREE times, he'd be jinxed forever!! Unless... unless...
"... I can go for 33 times, if you want..."
333 times later, Horo Horo was one or two strokes away from climax. Biting his lower lip and trembling softly, he begged for just one more touch to send him over the edge. Ren obliged, and sucked up all of Horo Horo's semen, picturing it as delicious milk spouting naturally from his lover's body.
"But I must have three pints or my bones will turn to dust!!" Ren thought desperately. "I can always go for 3333 times...."
The following morning, the doctors decided that the poor boy from the snowy north would probably be crippled in his netheregions for at least three years.
Three years exactly.
Note: Tee hee! I'm a stupid fangirl, and I just LOVE Ren X Horo Horo!!! ^^ Genki kawaii desu ne!
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It had been a hard day of training for Horo Horo, a hard day of housework for Ryu, and a hard day of repeatedly washing his hands for Ren. All three felt they were entitled to at least one short dip in the bath, and as they lay exhausted in the hot water together, relaxing and almost lapsing into sleep, they managed to forget the pressures of the Shaman Fight for a few short moments.
That is to say, Horo Horo and Ryu did. Ren, you see, was still not convinced as to the status of his personal hygene.
"Out, damn spot!!" Bellowed Ren, scrubbing at tiny morsels of imaginary dirt on his hands as they bled profusely from open sores into the steaming water. If only he hadn't checked the lock on his door, he wouldn't have had to contaminate his hands with those filthy germs from the handle!
Anger seared through Ren's golden ancestral bloodlines as he pounded away at his open wounds with the stinging soap.
Soap which he promptly dropped into the depths of the bath.
"Sh-shit!" he muttered, reaching down into the waters between himself and Horo Horo. "My hands must be clean before I sleep!! If they're not, I might get gangrene in the middle of the night and die in my sleep! But if I stay in this bath too long, I might wrinkle up and lose precious skin composure!"
Ren began to have an anxiety attack.
Ren's paniced hand groped around desperately for his bar of slippery soap. And found something long and soft and fleshy floating in the water.
Horo Horo awoke with a startled cry of "Pirika!", and jolted forward suddenly, crushing Ren's hand between his legs and his bloated, food-filled stomach. Ren let out a cry of mixed pain and anguish as he realised that the resulting cut in his circulation would probably result in Deep Vein Thrombosis.
"Ren... it's you." Horo Horo grumbled. A gleam shot in Ren's golden eye.
"Thinking about her, eh?" the spike-haired boy questioned in a voice that sounded like a particularly hairy lesbian making speeches about the darkness.
He moved his hand back over to its former position and stroked Horo Horo's shaft three times up from base to head.
"More... more, please, god, Ren..." Horo Horo mumbled, suddenly and inexplicably reduced to a quivering fangirl-fodder mass of gay lust. Ren was at odds with himself in his heart - if he touched Horo Horo more than THREE times, he'd be jinxed forever!! Unless... unless...
"... I can go for 33 times, if you want..."
333 times later, Horo Horo was one or two strokes away from climax. Biting his lower lip and trembling softly, he begged for just one more touch to send him over the edge. Ren obliged, and sucked up all of Horo Horo's semen, picturing it as delicious milk spouting naturally from his lover's body.
"But I must have three pints or my bones will turn to dust!!" Ren thought desperately. "I can always go for 3333 times...."
The following morning, the doctors decided that the poor boy from the snowy north would probably be crippled in his netheregions for at least three years.
Three years exactly.