I am pleased and honored to say this was awarded second place!
Title: POP! Goes the Miko
Author: LC Rose
Prompt: Skin (One-Shot #44)
Genfic: humor
Rating: M
Warnings: I've been bitten by the crack-fic bugs…and Possessed. Sorry!
Word Count: 711
Summary: (think pop goes the weasel) All around the God Tree, the youkai chases the miko. He finally catches her in his embrace. POP! Goes the miko…
POP!
"Damn it," Sesshoumaru ground out between clenched teeth. He stood and moved out of the mess of shredded plastic, cursing—more than likely not for the last time—his youkai nature and claws.
Growling to himself as his body urged for completion, Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and tried to direct his mind elsewhere. When that did not seem to work, he sent out a low whistle. It took the imp less than a minute to reach his side. Bulbous eyes wider than normal and lungs striving to intake enough air, Jaken must have run from the other side of the property. "Jaken," Sesshoumaru said sternly, ignoring the fact that he was naked and unsatisfied in front of his servant. Who was he to be ashamed? "Fetch me another."
"Aye, milord," the aged servant said with a rather impressively deep bow for such a short creature.
Jaken proceeded to immediately race away once more and he returned carrying a box Sesshoumaru knew only too well. Being extremely wealthy had its perks in this modern day and age it seemed. Sesshoumaru was able to custom order his own…pleasure tools…and to buy them in bulk. Now if only he could find a material that could stand up to the abuse he wished to heap upon it in glorious form while still being relatively comfortable to act upon…
"Jaken. Prepare it. Now."
Sesshoumaru paced uncharacteristically while the imp went about the business of opening the box and removing the flattened doll from within. He curled his lip as the smell of manmade product reached him and made it a point to look away as the kappa fit his beak like mouth to the operating device and began heaving with all his might to force air through the little opening.
It wasn't long, mostly in thanks to the kappa's strange and unrelenting desire to please him, before the blow-up doll was full and ready for use. When Jaken moved to retrieve the scented treasures from the mess of the previous doll, Sesshoumaru let out a low growl of warning. "That will be all, Jaken. See that I am not disturbed."
"Yes, milord," the imp replied, his eyes widening with fright this time.
Sesshoumaru followed his retreating figure with satisfied eyes. Then, once the door to his bedroom was closed once more, he walked over to where the imp had been heading and fetched from the remains the clothing the previous doll had been wearing.
Amazingly—even after five-hundred years—the short green skirt and white shirt were still in almost pristine condition. Though he had no care when it came to the dolls, even his mind knew that replacing these items would be impossible; especially when it came to the scent embedded so deeply in them.
Slowly, carefully, Sesshoumaru dressed his new miko doll in the clothing and the manmade plastic smell faded away. While he did not recall his miko from the past having such shiny skin, he had to admit the likeness the company made was rather close in detail considering they drew the mock-ups from his vocal description of her.
Large blue eyes looked back at him and Sesshoumaru ignored the emptiness and flatness of them, picturing instead the fiery woman-child he had known so long ago. The shoulder-length wavy black hair was not quite as soft as hers had been, but at least it was real human hair. Pert breasts jutted out from a shapely chest and hips flared appreciatively, framing the most beautiful fake backside Sesshoumaru had ever seen…
Oh, if only he could hold the real thing…
It was not long before his libido returned full force and he once again pounced upon his fake miko. Coming at her from behind, he held her carefully so that his claws would not once more pierce her delicate flesh. Closing his eyes, Sesshoumaru breathed in deep her scent and thanked the Kamis above that his lover was a silent one as her screams would more than likely hurt his sensitive ears.
Unable to resist as he drew himself into fantasy, Sesshoumaru clamped his fangs down onto the doll's shoulder just as he came and the burst of the plastic deafened him.
Well, perhaps his lover was not so silent after all.
