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Hello again! I must warn you, this time I'm probably going to make this fic live up to its rating. I'm not as fond of this chapter as I am of the other. As always; enjoy, review and I don't own the characters, places or anything else that might come up, and I can only assume that Richard Simmons owns himself. By the way... for the record I HATE musicals... I don't want you getting the wrong idea here.
Seifer strolled down the pier for his daily fishing session with his all around best buds Raijin and Fuujin. He was feeling especially bouyed up today, as it was his birthday and Fuujin had promised to give him extra spankings later. He slumped down beside Raijin who handed him his trusty rod with a cheerfull "Happy birthday, ya know?" and a pinch on the butt. They relaxed and settled in for a long warm day of fishing and talking about old times, with the cheerful music playing in the background to tell them that trouble was nowhere nearby.
Meanwhile, Squall and company had been held up by a sexy, sexy forest and were now in a blissfull state of lovin' up the trees, but that has nothing to do with what's going on, so back to the story.
Seifer, Fuujin and Raijin were just discussing their future business plans ("If we combined the force of a cat always landing on its feet with the force of a piece of toast always landing butter side down by tying toast to the back of a cat then they would undoubtly be caught somewhere in the middle and they would fly. We could tie sleighs to this cat-toast machine and have a new kind of no-fuel car, ya know?") when Seifer felt a violent jerk on his line.
"Un-holy groovy shit on a Sunday!" Seifer exclaimed, "I think I caught something."
It was Irvine in his full Assmaster costume. He jumped up onto the pier and calmly set about untangling the hook from his hair as Seifer readied his money to throw in case Irvine started stripping. And strip he did in a glorious show of raw sexiness. But anyways, soon it came out that Irvine was on a mission to give the world firmer buttocks, and after being tossed out the window of Squall's dorm room he had flew several miles, passing Selphie on the way who was high as a kite, and landed in Dollet where he had a brief and romantic fling with that little brown dog before turning around and landing in the ocean. Of course we didn't see him explain this, though. All we saw was the screen fade out and back in again to signify time passing.
Irvine grinned and winked seductively at the fishing rods for a few moments as him, Seifer, Fuujin and Raijin made plans to make sure the people of the world got the firm buttocks they deserved. Their first target, you ask? Even if you didn't ask... Balamb Garden!
Meanwhile, just outside of the extremely hot forest Squall and the gang, after only five minutes on the road, decided to turn back home. After all, they realized, he always took the good gowns at formal celebrations.
They were definately not prepared for the changes that greeted them back home at the Garden.
Everyone; Seifer and co, Irvine, Squall and the gang knew that none of these changes could be achieved in two minutes but they also accepted that the authoress is far too lazy to think up a good explanation as to how this all came about.
As the Orphanage Gang (minus Irvine) all split up to go their seperate ways, Zell decided to go and pay a visit to Pigtailed Library Girl. He strutted through the door of the library and gave his usual cheerful wave and yell of "Hiya, Pigtailed Library Girl!" when he noticed something very... fishy... for one thing, the books had been replaced by cheesy exersize videos... and for another extremely disturbing thing; Pigtailed Library Girl had been replaced by Richard Simmons.
"GASP!" Zell exclaimed and readied himself to cut a rug for the obvious upcoming song and dance number.
As the infectious tune started up Zell leapt on to the counter and began belting out his song that he made up on the spot, as obviously everyone else ALWAYS knew the words to musical numbers.
"Zell; a dude that's ME!" he belted out with vigor.
"HIM! HIM!" a crowd of Garden cadets echoed while doing perfectly choreographed dance moves behind him.
"Simmons; a freak that has lots of... uh... STUUUPIDITYYY!"
"IMBECILITYYYY!"
"Squall; a weather named guy with lots of ALOOOOOOFNEEESS!"
"He's DISTAAANT!"
And so they went, singing for hours on end, dancing about in choreographed moves until they had to collapse, panting, on the floor after which they had their ritual sacrifice of the virgin; Richard Simmons. And that was that and this pointless scene is over.
Squall smoothed out the folds in his tutu as he waited for the elevator to reach the headmaster's office. He wondered if the headmaster had ordered that new thong he was speaking of beofre Squall and the Gang left.
"I sure hope so..." he thought to himself as he fingered his handcuffs and can of whipcream.
As he stepped out into the waiting area he looked up to see Irvine decked out in his costume. They blinked at each other for a moment before Irvine suddenly seemed to reach a realization and dashed through the open door of the office and leapt into a big high backed leather chair he had set up at Cid's desk. He quickly turned around so he was facing away from Squall out the window then slowly turned back around in a dramatic fashion as threatening music played in the background, a devious smile playing on his lips.
Author's note: For the record; I HATE musicals... I don't want you getting the wrong idea here.
Hello again! I must warn you, this time I'm probably going to make this fic live up to its rating. I'm not as fond of this chapter as I am of the other. As always; enjoy, review and I don't own the characters, places or anything else that might come up, and I can only assume that Richard Simmons owns himself. By the way... for the record I HATE musicals... I don't want you getting the wrong idea here.
Seifer strolled down the pier for his daily fishing session with his all around best buds Raijin and Fuujin. He was feeling especially bouyed up today, as it was his birthday and Fuujin had promised to give him extra spankings later. He slumped down beside Raijin who handed him his trusty rod with a cheerfull "Happy birthday, ya know?" and a pinch on the butt. They relaxed and settled in for a long warm day of fishing and talking about old times, with the cheerful music playing in the background to tell them that trouble was nowhere nearby.
Meanwhile, Squall and company had been held up by a sexy, sexy forest and were now in a blissfull state of lovin' up the trees, but that has nothing to do with what's going on, so back to the story.
Seifer, Fuujin and Raijin were just discussing their future business plans ("If we combined the force of a cat always landing on its feet with the force of a piece of toast always landing butter side down by tying toast to the back of a cat then they would undoubtly be caught somewhere in the middle and they would fly. We could tie sleighs to this cat-toast machine and have a new kind of no-fuel car, ya know?") when Seifer felt a violent jerk on his line.
"Un-holy groovy shit on a Sunday!" Seifer exclaimed, "I think I caught something."
It was Irvine in his full Assmaster costume. He jumped up onto the pier and calmly set about untangling the hook from his hair as Seifer readied his money to throw in case Irvine started stripping. And strip he did in a glorious show of raw sexiness. But anyways, soon it came out that Irvine was on a mission to give the world firmer buttocks, and after being tossed out the window of Squall's dorm room he had flew several miles, passing Selphie on the way who was high as a kite, and landed in Dollet where he had a brief and romantic fling with that little brown dog before turning around and landing in the ocean. Of course we didn't see him explain this, though. All we saw was the screen fade out and back in again to signify time passing.
Irvine grinned and winked seductively at the fishing rods for a few moments as him, Seifer, Fuujin and Raijin made plans to make sure the people of the world got the firm buttocks they deserved. Their first target, you ask? Even if you didn't ask... Balamb Garden!
Meanwhile, just outside of the extremely hot forest Squall and the gang, after only five minutes on the road, decided to turn back home. After all, they realized, he always took the good gowns at formal celebrations.
They were definately not prepared for the changes that greeted them back home at the Garden.
Everyone; Seifer and co, Irvine, Squall and the gang knew that none of these changes could be achieved in two minutes but they also accepted that the authoress is far too lazy to think up a good explanation as to how this all came about.
As the Orphanage Gang (minus Irvine) all split up to go their seperate ways, Zell decided to go and pay a visit to Pigtailed Library Girl. He strutted through the door of the library and gave his usual cheerful wave and yell of "Hiya, Pigtailed Library Girl!" when he noticed something very... fishy... for one thing, the books had been replaced by cheesy exersize videos... and for another extremely disturbing thing; Pigtailed Library Girl had been replaced by Richard Simmons.
"GASP!" Zell exclaimed and readied himself to cut a rug for the obvious upcoming song and dance number.
As the infectious tune started up Zell leapt on to the counter and began belting out his song that he made up on the spot, as obviously everyone else ALWAYS knew the words to musical numbers.
"Zell; a dude that's ME!" he belted out with vigor.
"HIM! HIM!" a crowd of Garden cadets echoed while doing perfectly choreographed dance moves behind him.
"Simmons; a freak that has lots of... uh... STUUUPIDITYYY!"
"IMBECILITYYYY!"
"Squall; a weather named guy with lots of ALOOOOOOFNEEESS!"
"He's DISTAAANT!"
And so they went, singing for hours on end, dancing about in choreographed moves until they had to collapse, panting, on the floor after which they had their ritual sacrifice of the virgin; Richard Simmons. And that was that and this pointless scene is over.
Squall smoothed out the folds in his tutu as he waited for the elevator to reach the headmaster's office. He wondered if the headmaster had ordered that new thong he was speaking of beofre Squall and the Gang left.
"I sure hope so..." he thought to himself as he fingered his handcuffs and can of whipcream.
As he stepped out into the waiting area he looked up to see Irvine decked out in his costume. They blinked at each other for a moment before Irvine suddenly seemed to reach a realization and dashed through the open door of the office and leapt into a big high backed leather chair he had set up at Cid's desk. He quickly turned around so he was facing away from Squall out the window then slowly turned back around in a dramatic fashion as threatening music played in the background, a devious smile playing on his lips.
Author's note: For the record; I HATE musicals... I don't want you getting the wrong idea here.