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Rated: T

Crack!


"N-no...!" Moka whimpered, her eyes growing wide as she slowly shook her head in denial, "No! I won't believe it!" She said defiantly, despite the tears stinging at her eyes, "Tell me it's not true, Tsukune!"

"I refuse too!" Kurumu glared, gritting her teeth as she used her best weapons against the human she loved, "You just can't!" Her arms wrapped around Tsukune's head and slammed him down into between her large breasts and used all her strength to keep him there, "You can't like...like thatover boobs! Especially my magnificent boobs!"

Mizore narrowed her eyes, sucking on her lollipop with a lot more force than usual, "You're my promised, Tsukune," She said in a low dangerous tone as her hands turned to claws of ice, "I won't let you go! Not to that one."

Yukari sniffled, hugging Tsukune around his waist and crying into his uniform, completely ignoring the fact that he was pretty much suffocating in Kurumu's breasts, "Does this mean that the F/M/F threesome between you, me, and Moka isn't going to happen?" She wailed.

"Hmmph," Kokoa snorted, crossing her arms over her chest and looked away with disinterest, "Finally! This does mean that you won't be drooling over Inner Moka now, right?" She asked suspiciously, "Cuz she's still mine!"

Tsukune finally wretched himself free from Kurumu's heaving breasts and gasped for air; his skin having turned blue from lack of oxygen, "S-sorry!" He took in another few breaths and looked at all the girls with solemn and grim eyes, "I'm sorry, but it's true," He closed his eyes, placing his hand dramatically on his chest, "The one that I love most is–!"

The girls watched with horrified eyes as arms slinked around Tsukune's chest and pulled him back into a taller form, "Me," The smug Bus Driver smirked, rubbing his head against Tsukune's affectionately, earning a little laugh from the boy, "Sorry, girls – but this is actually a slash fic–"

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"What is slash?"

Moka quickly sat up in bed, sweating profusely as she tried to catch her breath, 'No, Tsukune! I thought...!' The tears began to form again when the voice interrupted her once again.

"What is slash?" Inner Moka asked impatiently, and Outer Moka widened her eyes once she realised what exactly was going on.

"It was all just a dream!" Outer Moka fell back to her bed in relief, "Tsukune doesn't really love the Bus Driver!"

And Inner Moka's question went unanswered...