~EXCEL~
I scramble left, I scramble right, I jump to the ceiling and scramble it all about! Oh where is my Lord Ilpalazzo, where, where, WHERE?! I saw him just an instalment ago, and now he's disappeared!
"Where art thou Lord Ilpalazzo?!" I yell at the top of my womanly lungs, causing the casino's roof to jump.
"Damn, no rope," comes a familiar deep, sexy, hunky, take-me-now voice.
I twist my head counter-clockwise to see my Lord Ilpalazzo swigging a large bottle of booze at the bar. Giddily, I race to his side, and give him an energetic salute. "Hail.!"
"Knock it off," he commands.
"Yes sir! Your Excel has noticed that you have just polished off eighteen bottles of whiskey already and - " Lord Ilpalazzo sticks a bottle of vodka into my tight, virgin mouth, I scull it down like it was soda. Whoa.Excel's head is spinning like yesterday's laundry.
"If I give you more, will you shut up?" He yawns - oh he's gorgeous even when tired and drunk!
Enthusiastically, I nod. My Lord Ilpalazzo kindly throws bottles at my face, I tumble to the ground, in pain, but so happy to have received gifts from my lord, I begin to drink the yummy, ruin the generations, gives cancer and massive head trauma, alcohol. Before I know I am.I am.whoa.look, it's Excel's hand. Excel is dizzy, but Excel is happy!
Bump! Excel lazily looks over to her Lord Ilpalazzo has crashed beside her.
"I fweel so wewaxed right now," slurs my very drunken, Lord Ilpalazzo. "Wike to pway with me?"
Excel giggles; she feels such merriment she wants to sing! Sing to the hilltops, sing to the moon, and sing to the moose! "What we pway?"
Lord Ilpalazzo's eyes roll back and forward, which is kinda creepy, "I cwommand, House!"
"House! House! House! House!"
~ILPALAZZO~
My loyal, yet irritatingly energetic agent, Excel and I crawl along the floor of the casino. At least I hope it's the floor, I don't want to be making a spectacle of myself if I find I'm on the ceiling. Oh look, everyone's looking at us, yes, it's the floor, my, they must be impressed with me.
"What we fwirst for House, Lord Iwpawazzo?" Giggles Excel.
I scoff, such a fool. "We gwet mawwied fwirst, Excel, you idiwot."
Excel sniffles, in a very cute way, oh how I wish I had a rope right now, "Oh wes! Excel should have known wat!"
We crawl along the cheap, red velvet carpeting, till we come to a small white room with shiny coloured stained glass windows. "Is thiws a chapel?" I dramatically demand the feet of.somebody.
A fat face peers down at me, "Yes lad, and how may I help you?"
Excel head-butts his shins, "Mawwy! Mawwy!"
"Ah, but I'm not permitted to make any more drunken marriages this night, I'm already passed this night's quota, maybe tomorrow.."
"Gggggrrrrrr!" Excel valiantly bites at his feet.
He stumbles back, falling on his fat behind. "Ok!" He puffs and pants, "Do you, whoever, take what's-her-name to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"Ok." I yawn.
"And do you, what's-her-name, take, whoever, to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Excel wikes pandas."
"I now pronounce you man and what-ever she is." He slips a gold ring on each of our fingers, and has us scribble in a book.
We crawl away, first mission of the game a success.
"Now what?" Asks Excel, dizzily crawling into me.
I shake my head, trying to think. "Since ACWOSS now owns dis cawino, we can mowve onto pwase twee and mwake a baby!" Oh, I sound so victorious! I love it when a plan comes together, even if it is just a child's game.
~EXCEL~
"Excel will bwake a baby for her Word Iwpazzozzouuu!" Excel energetically sings, latching onto her Lord Ilpalazzo as we crawl along the floor, oh look, spew, slimy!
Lord Ilpalazzo drags his Excel to a dark, deserted room.
"Who the hell are you?!" Shrieks a naked man. Lord Ilpalazzo draws a gun, shooting the man and his lover, the two slide out of sight into a pool of steamy, wet, sparkling red bloody and bodily fluids.
Excel kicks back, shutting the door. The only lighting is dim, making the scene that much more erotic and cool! We pull ourselves onto the bed. Excel begins to jump around. Ilpalazzo pulls on Excel's hair. "Pwain! Excel is in pwain!"
"I'm going to be bwe.sick." Excel hears much horrible noises from her Ilpalazzo as he chucks up over the side of the bed, as Excel cannot see him do this, she can only assume it is a very dazzling spew scene!
"If Excel is gwoing to bwake a baby, she nweeds hwelp!"
Lord Ilpalazzo rests beside Excel, appearing to trying to be remembering how to breathe. "I know.first we pweheat the ovwen!" His hands suddenly fall onto my stomach, ripping off Excel's shirt. Oh, he's so manly!
He rests his head to Excel's tummy, "Too cowld, need to be warm." Suddenly, Lord Ilpalazzo's finger brush against Excel's soft, supple nipples. "Ah, hwere are the knobws." He rolls them around in his fingers, pulling at times, and then surfs over them with his palm, as they stand erect. Excel breaths hard, trying to keep her whimpering to herself. "Are wou warm now?"
Excel nervously giggles, "She.thinks swo." Though she does believe she's actually warm somewhere else. =^^=
"Hmm.I havwe to chweck the ovwen." before Excel knows it, her shorts and underwear have gone bye-bye! Lord Ilpalazzo removes his glove, slipping two fingers into Excel's.oh my! His fingers push up and down, making squishy noises. Excel holds onto an octopus for dear life. Her insides feel like a shaking cave, ready to explode. Ilpalazzo removes his fingers, slowly tasting Excel's juices. "Defwinately warm, and vewy moist. Good work oiling worself Agwent Excel."
Eyes spinning, Excel gives the V sign.
"Now I nweed to mix inswide."
"Mix?"
~IPALAZZO~
I carefully lift Excel's legs up, smelling her opening. Ah, such a musky, warm aroma, sure to make a very tasty baby! Or was it bun? With my arms busy, I decide to use my tongue for premixing, lowing my head in, I begin to lick inside her, stretching my tongue to every crevice. I find myself mixing against a little numb. Excel makes an odd humming noise, wriggling all over the bed. Honestly, if she keeps that up the baby mix will spill all over the bed.
I allow her legs to lower, and remove my clothes, for fear of staining since Excel insists on making such a fuss. I return to the bed, and lay beside her, fixing the oven's numbs and mixing some more with my fingers. Excel's head literally spins around. Her insides mixed, and greasy, flowing with more and more liquids, I realize we were missing a vital ingredient.
I look down at my very powerful penis, which has grown harder, obviously as brilliant as I, knowing full well it is needed for the mixture. Ah, my appendages are so intelligent.
"Excel, I nweed wou to gwet the cap off of something."
Excel lazily peers up to me, "Ok."
My head in tatters, I drag myself to a position in front of the lying down Excel. I present her with my Ilpalazzohood and tilt her head up. Immediately, her lips attach to the numb of my penis, and suckle lightly. I tingle at my sides, demanding she hasten so the mixture won't ruin. Her mouth takes it all in, head bopping up and down as she slides her moistened mouth up my hard stick. Her tongue pushes under my stick, causing it to shake. I quickly remove it, noticing a white sticky substance at the top. "Vewy.ahem.vwey good work.agwent."
Feeling sicker, but oddly better, I lower myself to sit at her opening, and lower my throbbing Ilpalazzohood at her base. She moans, "Excel want othwer ingredient! She.bun.baby."
I lean in, bracing her, as I pop over her lid. Excel gives off a surprised shriek, pulled at my hair. "Ow! Excel! I am twying to bwake here!"
I hold her down, and push myself deeper into her, enjoying the warmth of the mixture. Thrusting myself in and out, mixing myself with Excel, we both groan with pleasure and the joy of being chefs. Something builds up inside of me; perhaps my bottle cap is heady to explode.My thrusts become rapid, my mind loses control. Holding her as close as I can, my body locks up, my ingredient releases into her. Excel clings to my neck, I thought I could hear her weeping. "Word Ipazzozzo, wour Excel will make a vewy tasty bun for wou, she promises."
I nod in agreement, deepening my lips into her's. Such a loyal Agent, and so much fun at playing House too. We'd really have to do it again sometime. We lay in eachother's arms, drifting off to sleep.
~@@@~
~WATANABE~
Wow.that was so beautiful.strange, but magical.I think. "Hyatt-Anata.?" I look over to face her gorgeous face in the light of the moon. All I see is a sea of red blood.SEA OF RED BLOOD?! "Ahhhhhhhhh!"
~@@@~
Morning.
~SUMIYOSHI~
I feel a lot better.thanks for staying with my tonight. I yawn, looking over to my bed partner.
"Puchuu.Puchuu."
~MATSUYA~
"Dear God, it's like a truck hit my brain," I complain, sitting up, feeling my forehead, wincing. "I shouldn't have entered that tequila competition."
"Would you like me to get you an aspirin," says Iwata.
Iwata?
I look to my side to see his naked, smiling self. Naked - ok, this doesn't look good. And nor does he.
"What.what are you doing in my bed?" I demand, reaching for a handgun.
"Aww.you don't remember our night of hot, steamy passion???"
~CHIBI-CEL~
A chorus of screams echoes through the casino. Hey, she even hears a gunshot, that's new! Cel-chan always hears this every time she stays overnight in a casino. She sits with Hat-chan in the casino's coffee house. Hat-chan drowns in her hot chocolate.
Suddenly, Cel-chan spies her awesome past daddy running through the casino, weeping, wrapped in the sheet. She blinks wondering why he happens to be crying like a baby, wrapped in a blanket. That haggy troll Excel follows, wrapped in a pillowcase. God she's an idiot. "Why is Lord Ilpalazzo running and crying from his Excel???"
"Keep away from me!" He demands back. "I need a shower, this is too horrible!"
I blink some more; Cel-chan's eyeballs feel pain.
"But we are married now my lord, Excel feels so energetic and gushy!" The hag jumps up and down, almost losing the pillowcase. Did she just say.what I think you just wrote?
Past Daddy runs into a wall, falling into a crying heap, not looking near as dashing as usual. "It just gets worse!"
Hatchan pops her head up, covered in warm hot chocolate. She sleepily looks around, "Miss Excel is.Cel-chan's mother? Yes?"
I bash Hat-chan over the head with a swordfish, and fall to the floor, crawling over to past Daddy to weep with him, "It's just too hor-ri- bbbbblllleeeee!"
I scramble left, I scramble right, I jump to the ceiling and scramble it all about! Oh where is my Lord Ilpalazzo, where, where, WHERE?! I saw him just an instalment ago, and now he's disappeared!
"Where art thou Lord Ilpalazzo?!" I yell at the top of my womanly lungs, causing the casino's roof to jump.
"Damn, no rope," comes a familiar deep, sexy, hunky, take-me-now voice.
I twist my head counter-clockwise to see my Lord Ilpalazzo swigging a large bottle of booze at the bar. Giddily, I race to his side, and give him an energetic salute. "Hail.!"
"Knock it off," he commands.
"Yes sir! Your Excel has noticed that you have just polished off eighteen bottles of whiskey already and - " Lord Ilpalazzo sticks a bottle of vodka into my tight, virgin mouth, I scull it down like it was soda. Whoa.Excel's head is spinning like yesterday's laundry.
"If I give you more, will you shut up?" He yawns - oh he's gorgeous even when tired and drunk!
Enthusiastically, I nod. My Lord Ilpalazzo kindly throws bottles at my face, I tumble to the ground, in pain, but so happy to have received gifts from my lord, I begin to drink the yummy, ruin the generations, gives cancer and massive head trauma, alcohol. Before I know I am.I am.whoa.look, it's Excel's hand. Excel is dizzy, but Excel is happy!
Bump! Excel lazily looks over to her Lord Ilpalazzo has crashed beside her.
"I fweel so wewaxed right now," slurs my very drunken, Lord Ilpalazzo. "Wike to pway with me?"
Excel giggles; she feels such merriment she wants to sing! Sing to the hilltops, sing to the moon, and sing to the moose! "What we pway?"
Lord Ilpalazzo's eyes roll back and forward, which is kinda creepy, "I cwommand, House!"
"House! House! House! House!"
~ILPALAZZO~
My loyal, yet irritatingly energetic agent, Excel and I crawl along the floor of the casino. At least I hope it's the floor, I don't want to be making a spectacle of myself if I find I'm on the ceiling. Oh look, everyone's looking at us, yes, it's the floor, my, they must be impressed with me.
"What we fwirst for House, Lord Iwpawazzo?" Giggles Excel.
I scoff, such a fool. "We gwet mawwied fwirst, Excel, you idiwot."
Excel sniffles, in a very cute way, oh how I wish I had a rope right now, "Oh wes! Excel should have known wat!"
We crawl along the cheap, red velvet carpeting, till we come to a small white room with shiny coloured stained glass windows. "Is thiws a chapel?" I dramatically demand the feet of.somebody.
A fat face peers down at me, "Yes lad, and how may I help you?"
Excel head-butts his shins, "Mawwy! Mawwy!"
"Ah, but I'm not permitted to make any more drunken marriages this night, I'm already passed this night's quota, maybe tomorrow.."
"Gggggrrrrrr!" Excel valiantly bites at his feet.
He stumbles back, falling on his fat behind. "Ok!" He puffs and pants, "Do you, whoever, take what's-her-name to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"Ok." I yawn.
"And do you, what's-her-name, take, whoever, to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Excel wikes pandas."
"I now pronounce you man and what-ever she is." He slips a gold ring on each of our fingers, and has us scribble in a book.
We crawl away, first mission of the game a success.
"Now what?" Asks Excel, dizzily crawling into me.
I shake my head, trying to think. "Since ACWOSS now owns dis cawino, we can mowve onto pwase twee and mwake a baby!" Oh, I sound so victorious! I love it when a plan comes together, even if it is just a child's game.
~EXCEL~
"Excel will bwake a baby for her Word Iwpazzozzouuu!" Excel energetically sings, latching onto her Lord Ilpalazzo as we crawl along the floor, oh look, spew, slimy!
Lord Ilpalazzo drags his Excel to a dark, deserted room.
"Who the hell are you?!" Shrieks a naked man. Lord Ilpalazzo draws a gun, shooting the man and his lover, the two slide out of sight into a pool of steamy, wet, sparkling red bloody and bodily fluids.
Excel kicks back, shutting the door. The only lighting is dim, making the scene that much more erotic and cool! We pull ourselves onto the bed. Excel begins to jump around. Ilpalazzo pulls on Excel's hair. "Pwain! Excel is in pwain!"
"I'm going to be bwe.sick." Excel hears much horrible noises from her Ilpalazzo as he chucks up over the side of the bed, as Excel cannot see him do this, she can only assume it is a very dazzling spew scene!
"If Excel is gwoing to bwake a baby, she nweeds hwelp!"
Lord Ilpalazzo rests beside Excel, appearing to trying to be remembering how to breathe. "I know.first we pweheat the ovwen!" His hands suddenly fall onto my stomach, ripping off Excel's shirt. Oh, he's so manly!
He rests his head to Excel's tummy, "Too cowld, need to be warm." Suddenly, Lord Ilpalazzo's finger brush against Excel's soft, supple nipples. "Ah, hwere are the knobws." He rolls them around in his fingers, pulling at times, and then surfs over them with his palm, as they stand erect. Excel breaths hard, trying to keep her whimpering to herself. "Are wou warm now?"
Excel nervously giggles, "She.thinks swo." Though she does believe she's actually warm somewhere else. =^^=
"Hmm.I havwe to chweck the ovwen." before Excel knows it, her shorts and underwear have gone bye-bye! Lord Ilpalazzo removes his glove, slipping two fingers into Excel's.oh my! His fingers push up and down, making squishy noises. Excel holds onto an octopus for dear life. Her insides feel like a shaking cave, ready to explode. Ilpalazzo removes his fingers, slowly tasting Excel's juices. "Defwinately warm, and vewy moist. Good work oiling worself Agwent Excel."
Eyes spinning, Excel gives the V sign.
"Now I nweed to mix inswide."
"Mix?"
~IPALAZZO~
I carefully lift Excel's legs up, smelling her opening. Ah, such a musky, warm aroma, sure to make a very tasty baby! Or was it bun? With my arms busy, I decide to use my tongue for premixing, lowing my head in, I begin to lick inside her, stretching my tongue to every crevice. I find myself mixing against a little numb. Excel makes an odd humming noise, wriggling all over the bed. Honestly, if she keeps that up the baby mix will spill all over the bed.
I allow her legs to lower, and remove my clothes, for fear of staining since Excel insists on making such a fuss. I return to the bed, and lay beside her, fixing the oven's numbs and mixing some more with my fingers. Excel's head literally spins around. Her insides mixed, and greasy, flowing with more and more liquids, I realize we were missing a vital ingredient.
I look down at my very powerful penis, which has grown harder, obviously as brilliant as I, knowing full well it is needed for the mixture. Ah, my appendages are so intelligent.
"Excel, I nweed wou to gwet the cap off of something."
Excel lazily peers up to me, "Ok."
My head in tatters, I drag myself to a position in front of the lying down Excel. I present her with my Ilpalazzohood and tilt her head up. Immediately, her lips attach to the numb of my penis, and suckle lightly. I tingle at my sides, demanding she hasten so the mixture won't ruin. Her mouth takes it all in, head bopping up and down as she slides her moistened mouth up my hard stick. Her tongue pushes under my stick, causing it to shake. I quickly remove it, noticing a white sticky substance at the top. "Vewy.ahem.vwey good work.agwent."
Feeling sicker, but oddly better, I lower myself to sit at her opening, and lower my throbbing Ilpalazzohood at her base. She moans, "Excel want othwer ingredient! She.bun.baby."
I lean in, bracing her, as I pop over her lid. Excel gives off a surprised shriek, pulled at my hair. "Ow! Excel! I am twying to bwake here!"
I hold her down, and push myself deeper into her, enjoying the warmth of the mixture. Thrusting myself in and out, mixing myself with Excel, we both groan with pleasure and the joy of being chefs. Something builds up inside of me; perhaps my bottle cap is heady to explode.My thrusts become rapid, my mind loses control. Holding her as close as I can, my body locks up, my ingredient releases into her. Excel clings to my neck, I thought I could hear her weeping. "Word Ipazzozzo, wour Excel will make a vewy tasty bun for wou, she promises."
I nod in agreement, deepening my lips into her's. Such a loyal Agent, and so much fun at playing House too. We'd really have to do it again sometime. We lay in eachother's arms, drifting off to sleep.
~@@@~
~WATANABE~
Wow.that was so beautiful.strange, but magical.I think. "Hyatt-Anata.?" I look over to face her gorgeous face in the light of the moon. All I see is a sea of red blood.SEA OF RED BLOOD?! "Ahhhhhhhhh!"
~@@@~
Morning.
~SUMIYOSHI~
I feel a lot better.thanks for staying with my tonight. I yawn, looking over to my bed partner.
"Puchuu.Puchuu."
~MATSUYA~
"Dear God, it's like a truck hit my brain," I complain, sitting up, feeling my forehead, wincing. "I shouldn't have entered that tequila competition."
"Would you like me to get you an aspirin," says Iwata.
Iwata?
I look to my side to see his naked, smiling self. Naked - ok, this doesn't look good. And nor does he.
"What.what are you doing in my bed?" I demand, reaching for a handgun.
"Aww.you don't remember our night of hot, steamy passion???"
~CHIBI-CEL~
A chorus of screams echoes through the casino. Hey, she even hears a gunshot, that's new! Cel-chan always hears this every time she stays overnight in a casino. She sits with Hat-chan in the casino's coffee house. Hat-chan drowns in her hot chocolate.
Suddenly, Cel-chan spies her awesome past daddy running through the casino, weeping, wrapped in the sheet. She blinks wondering why he happens to be crying like a baby, wrapped in a blanket. That haggy troll Excel follows, wrapped in a pillowcase. God she's an idiot. "Why is Lord Ilpalazzo running and crying from his Excel???"
"Keep away from me!" He demands back. "I need a shower, this is too horrible!"
I blink some more; Cel-chan's eyeballs feel pain.
"But we are married now my lord, Excel feels so energetic and gushy!" The hag jumps up and down, almost losing the pillowcase. Did she just say.what I think you just wrote?
Past Daddy runs into a wall, falling into a crying heap, not looking near as dashing as usual. "It just gets worse!"
Hatchan pops her head up, covered in warm hot chocolate. She sleepily looks around, "Miss Excel is.Cel-chan's mother? Yes?"
I bash Hat-chan over the head with a swordfish, and fall to the floor, crawling over to past Daddy to weep with him, "It's just too hor-ri- bbbbblllleeeee!"