Hurry Up
Fandom: FFVIII (mostly)
Pairing: Quistis/Xu
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Prompt: Slow
"Was that her nipple?"
Quistis marked the paper on her clipboard with a bit more force than was really necessary. Xu was supposed to help her observe the post-graduation training of the SeeDs, not drool over them. "Perhaps, though I doubt it."
Xu watched the sweating combatants roll on the floor of the training center. From the way they were grappling for purchase in the inky muck and grime, it was obvious that neither had spent much time training in hand-to-hand combat.
It was pretty damned hot though.
For two months she had tried to get Quistis to hit a bar and watch some mud wrestling with her, but workaholic Trepe would have none of it. Oh well. She'd settle for a dirty training session, provided Quistis would just cooperate. "Hard to see, isn't it? She's a quick little fucker."
"She's still not as fast as her partner."
Xu grinned when she saw the name on the list. "Muffie?"
"No, it's Yuffie something or other. Foreign name. Forget where she said she lives."
Xu grinned again and looked at the angry checkmarks on Quistis' paper. "You sure it wasn't Muffie?"
"Positive. It's pronounced with a slight accent, so it doesn't sound anything like..."
"Yes? Like what, exactly?"
Quistis narrowed her eyes and watched the fighters again." I don't appreciate you thinking of 'muff' while you're watching other women fight."
"Mmm...Jealous?"
"Never." Quistis rolled her eyes and refused to look at Xu. She had too much work to do and it was difficult to grade their moves when both fighters were so tremendously fast.
Xu moved closer and whispered, "They're quick, aren't they?"
"Show some class, Xu."
"Class? You're the teacher. I'm a bit of a brute and you're the only one who can possibly teach me any manners..."
"Charming sentiment, Xu. Now, are you going to help me grade them or not?"
"Grade them? Are you kidding? They're moving so fast that I can't even tell which one is which!"
"Well, maybe you'd have better luck if you'd concentrate on their attacks instead of their tits."
"Oh, don't be like that. I was just joking because you've been so stressed out since..." Selphie squealed and began pelting Yuffie with handfuls of mud. Yuffie snorted and tackled her tormentor, though Selphie easily squirmed from her arms and was sliding back and forth over the assigned arena.
Xu tried to keep up with them, but it was impossible. "God, it's like they've snorted Diamond Dust and they can't come off the high..."
Quistis groaned. "Well, until I finish my work, we can't leave. Looks like we're stuck here until I can figure out how to grade her."
Xu stuck her tongue in her cheek and thought for a second. It was technically against the rules, but getting laid by a hot blonde superseded any rules that Cid might have concocted.
She glanced at Quistis, then made a quick gesture and whispered, "Slow."
"Xu? What are you doing?"
"Just grade her quick, okay?"
Bad Ideas
Fandom: Crossover
Pairing:
Threesome:
Foursome: Jihl/Tifa/Lulu/?
Prompt: Mystery
Word Count: 400
Note: Jihl, Tifa, and Lulu all have glorious hair and enormous knockers. I drool everytime I see them. They'd make a great shampoo commercial together.
Jihl woke up, couldn't breathe, and just knew that last night had been a bad idea. She had been drinking, after all, and her bad ideas often seemed like good ideas, and the better the idea sounded when intoxicated, the worse it turned out to be when sober. That was alcoholic logic.
Still...
There was just something about Tifa and tequila, Lulu and luau-lube that didn't sound bad no matter how many times she tried to make herself believe it, even when stone-sober.
She blinked twice, stretched once, and tried to ignore the fact that somebody's thighs were on her cheeks and another somebody's arm was around her waist. It would have been very confusing indeed, except she distinctly recalled slathering that delicious pineapple-and-coconut oil on the older girl's hips before she took a fun ride on the Spira Sin Wagon.
So...the hot thighs on her face belonged to the hot gal from the tropics. That was one mysterious set of legs (and one luscious set of knockers) sorted out from the tangle of limbs and thongs.
That meant that the arm on her waist belonged to the fist that had such delicate fingertips.
Hoo boy. Jihl winced when she recalled those hands on her upper arms, how they gripped and flexed and pinched and...I'll be damned! She left marks on me! I'll kill the bitch! I've not been bruised since I was a private and...Good God, she's moving south and...oh my! She is DEFINITELY not leaving a bruise down there!
So the Amazon boxer bitch was the one holding her waist so tenderly to her warm, soft body. Another mystery solved.
It had been fun, but Jihl had countries to conquer. She pushed Coconuts off of her face and removed Boxing Betty's arm from her waist, but found that she was still trapped in the comfortable bed by her own blonde hair.
Who the bloody hell braided us together?
What was so damned confusing was how they had managed to get all three of their long manes into a single braid. She had been tipsy, true, but not nearly hammered enough to forget that one of them was braiding the other two to her long hair. Chestnut, ebony, and gold made for one hell of an impressive ribbon, but none of them were flexible enough to move quite that...
FLUSH...
Jihl jumped.
Who the hell was in the bathroom?
Black and Blue
Fandom: FFVIII and X Crossover
Pairing: Quistis/Lulu
Rating: M
Word Count: 400
Prompt: Transformation
"Oh! I think I have it this..."
"Damn."
It wasn't often that Lulu lost her poise, but this wasn't her element and she was flustered.
She tried once more to summon the ore from the earth, combine it with the flames always within her, but all she could manage was a faint plop.
She again mimicked the gesture she had been taught, stretching her arms forward, then bending back so that her chest...
...plopped.
Again.
Ugh.
She could spin serpents from the skies and yet she couldn't make a simple metal cylinder? Sun-burned and irritated, totally unaware that she was dangerously close to flouncing, she stepped into the shade provided by a nearby palm and crossed her arms.
"Having trouble?"
Lulu's sneer was exceptionally venomous when she saw the neat row of ammunition carefully positioned in the sand. "These toys of yours are something that the Al-Bhed would create. Nothing this vile should come from the earth."
Quistis smiled. It wasn't an ability that just anyone could learn. Spouting bullets from one's chest left dreadful scars if potions weren't promptly applied. There were quite a few that she didn't want anyone to see.
Of course Xu had seen them, but Xu was Xu and Xu didn't count. Besides, she was off trying to unscrew the bolts on a mouthy red-head's toolbox with a few margaritas.
Not that Quistis was complaining. It had given her a chance to speak with this strange, lovely woman and, well, geek out over magic. The afternoon had been very pleasant. There had been nothing but engaging philosophical discussions about the nature of magic, followed by sweet coconut cocktails, sunlight, white sands and white breasts.
Er, lessons in blue magic.
Yes.
Quistis hurriedly chugged the last half of her Blitzball Slammer and offered some advice to her petulant student. She didn't know if she'd be able to maintain her composure if that woman pouted her lips anymore. They were just too delicious. Ripe and heavy and delectable. Everything about this sorceress named Lulu seemed ready to fu...pluck!
Yes.
Pluck.
"You should have arched your back more."
"I did."
"No, you should lean back like you would if a beautiful woman had her tongue between your..."
Lulu's frown disappeared. "Would I be able to produce these...bullets if I think that way?"
"Might get more explosions that way..."
Lulu silently reminded herself to keep Rikku away from this tourist.
Frog
Fandom: FFVIII/FFIX Crossover
Pairing: Quina/Fujin
Prompt: Voice
Rating: Er...I never know with Quina. I'll go with M.
Word Count: 100
Note: Quina was an odd girl(?), always chasing after frogs in FFIX. I've had frog legs. They taste like chicken, however they DO NOT taste like a certain something else. Of course, to Quina everything always comes back to food...
She say NO.
She yell at me.
She call me WEIRDO.
She say it funny.
Her voice no voice at all.
She crude and loud.
She bark like dog.
Dog...
Dog sound like frog.
Hmm...
Like tasty frog.
Mmm...
I tell her she sound like frog.
She get mad.
She say I am the FROG.
I say if I frog, then she fly and I eat her anyway.
She say NO.
I say yes.
She say REALLY?
I say yes.
She sound like frog, must taste like frog.
I tell her she tastes like frog.
She kick me in shin.
And Then!
Fandom: FFVIII/FFX Crossover
Pairing: Selphie/Rikku
Rating: M
Prompt: Chaos
Word Count: 100...and 2! Mwahahaha! The prompt is CHAOS! Word counts can eat me this time. (and dashes or hyphens or whatever the hell those things are make everything into one word. How NEAT!)
Note: Forgive me if my translation is a bit rusty. I slept through two years of college Al-Bhed because I was busy staring at Lulu's tits.
So-first-you-lick-it-then-you-bite-it-a-little-bit-but-not-toooooo-hard-because -then-she-might-yelp-and-then-you-might-have-mean-old-Lulu-staring-at-ya-like-she-does-when-she's-in-a-BAD-MOOD!
But-it-will-be-okey-dokey-because-by-that-point-surely-you-will-have-her-all - shiny-and-waxed-with-that-spiffy-wet-look-and-maybe-have-blown-on-her-a-bit-and-stuck-your-key-in-her-ignition-and-turned-the...ooooooh-my-GOD-you-are-SOOOO-right-'cause-it-can-TOTALLY-be-one-of-those-double-entendre-thingamabobs-that-sound-like-something-you-eat-off-a-toothpick-at-a-fancy-dinner-and-anyway-so-ya-start-to-crank-her-motor-and-listen-to-her-purr-and I-mean-what-if-she-DOES-spring-a-leak-'cause-then-you'll-have-to-lick-it-up-and...
Wait. Lick it up then lick it down? I don't get...
So you're gonna show me what you-mean-by-lick-it-before-you-stick-it-and-OH-HOLY-MOTHER-OF-ALL-GLITTERING-LUGNUTS!
WHAT-THE-HELL-ARE-YOU-DOING?
ARE-YOU-REALLY-LICKING-THOSE-POP-ROCKS-OFF-MY-CHASSIS-'CAUSE-THAT-IS-THE-COOLEST-THING-EVER-NEXT-TO-THAT-REALLY-NEAT-SET-OF-BALLISTIC-SOCKET-WRENCHES-I-SAW-AT-THAT-AL-BHED-FAIR...AND...and...and...
Tayn cfaad munt uv ymm drehkc rumo yht tejeha! Tuh'd cdub melgehk huf! Nekrd drana! Dryd'c nekrd, Demsedd. Syga sa fecr E fyc faynehk dryd uidved oui mega ehcdayt uv drec cmiddo pegehe. Vycdan, vycdan, tuh'd cdub, vycdan! Oac, oac, suja ouin duhkia, oui roban meddma aqbmuceja rybbo pedlr!
Hoo boy. Whew!
Wait a second, Wiggles. Stop giggling! I do not taste like motor oil!
Oh. Heh. Whaddya know?
Okay. My turn. Scoot over and give me the keys.
Persuasion
Fandom: FFVIII
Pairing: Edea/Ultimecia
Rating: Eh, call it M to be safe.
Prompt: Blind
Word Count: 200
Note: Damn it, can't Ulti and Edea have some fun too?
"I'm not wearing it."
"Ah, but you are." The voice was seductive, alluring. Men had massacred thousands to hear that voice in their sleep. "Yes, you look stunning."
Edea, however, was not a man and she wasn't impressed with ancient women whispering in her ears when she was trying to get dressed. She had shit to do and little time to do it.
For one thing, there was a president to overthrow.
For another, that sort of operation required camouflage and waterproof boots, not a breast-exposing affair with a sequined thong.
And a... bird mask? Honestly. What were they going to do? Peck out the eyes of the commoners?
"I am not."
The voice pressed harder. "You are. I command time, thus I command..."
"Nobody has worn this sort of cut in years!"
The voice was confused. She looked down at herself, er...at her host, er...
Damn it.
She looked down at herself residing in her voluptuous hostess...
There!
...and thought their dress very sophisticated. "B-but..."
"No."
"It's timeless!"
Edea tugged on the two-sided tape and felt her dress shift somewhere dangerously left of pink center. "It's horrid."
"It's the height of fashion!"
"...three hundred years ago, maybe."
Ultimecia sighed.