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Author's note: Well well, I'm finally at the end. May I present the Duel o' Rears! ^-^
"You!" stated Squall.
"Me!" stated Irvine.
"Gasp!" stated Squall.
"Smirk!" stated Irvine.
"Googlesnurf!" stated Squall.
"Wonka-wonka-woo!" stated Irvine.
Just then, Selphie dashed in with a megaphone.
"Laaadiees and gentlemen! Here are two fine young men with some fine young asses. It's time for a Tournament of Fanny!"
The whole of Garden poured into the office and erected some bleachers to sit on, while the others set up a ring. They were divided into two groups, the lazy slobs who wanted to sit around and say "whatever" all day, and the oversexed hyperactive man-sluts.
Quistis set up a commentators box with Selphie as the two took position. It was time for the bizzare wrestling costumes.
Squall jumped up "Manic Depressive Lovely SeeD Power X! TRAAANSFOOORMAAATIOOON!"
There was a brief shot of Squall in the nude flying through the air as magical strips of cloth wrapped around him creating his outfit. Hot pink cloth formed a thong while lemon yellow wove together to create a pair of fluffy socks held up with the chains from his SeeD uniform.
At the same moment Irvine yelled "Raunchy Man-Slut Gorgeous Power P! TRAAANSFOOORMAAATIOOON!" and there was a brief shot of him mooning the audience in the nude while floating in the air as hot pink magical spandex cloth polkadotted with orange materialized and formed a mesh shirt, hotpants with the word "ASS" written on the rear and knee socks, with a pair of cheap heart shaped sunglasses to conceal his identity.
Both sides strode in the ring. It took a moment for Squall to notice where Irvine was, since you can never recognize anyone if their clothes are slightly different. They took the ready position on each side of the ring, facing the audience with their buns facing each other.
Each dashed backwards until their buns o' steel locked in combat. It was a furious struggle while Quistis and Selphie commented.
"Well, Squall seems to be in the lead... oh wait... OOO! THAT'S GOTTA HURT! Looks like Irvine got Squall in the eye with that one."
"WHOO-HOO! Go Irvy-poo!"
"Uh-oh, their buns seem to be locked together! Hmm... I wonder how they'll handle this!"
"Ooo! Major bummer. Oh, wait, it's alright now. Squall used that to his advantage, it looks like he just leaned way back and bit Irvy-poo!"
And so it continued. For days and nights. Until finally...
"Booyaka! Looks like Irvine's winning!"
"Wait a minute! I don't believe it! Never in all my born days have I seen something like this! It's unbelieveable! Simply unbelieveable! This just doesn't happen! Goodness gracious me. It's better then the time when Seifer showed me how to nibble on my own ears! Amazing! Simply amazing! Whoa! That was one hell of a fight!"
In one final blow, Irvine and Squall mashed their asses together and both went soft. Both had lost.
"My ass!" Irvine wailed, "MY PRECIOUS ASS! NOOOO!"
The croud sat there and blinked for a while.
A few days passed.
They cheered.
And so, in honor of the heroes of the world, it became fashionable to have a saggy-baggy ass and pants went out of style, and there was much rejoicing.
Irvine and Squall went home together, they had each earned the title of being each others honey-bun. And Rinoa just ran around with her arms outstretched and made airplane noises. The end.
Author's other note: Woo, that was fun to write. ^____^ I guess I can consider myself fully being able to use FFnet now. Ta, until my next story!
Author's note: Well well, I'm finally at the end. May I present the Duel o' Rears! ^-^
"You!" stated Squall.
"Me!" stated Irvine.
"Gasp!" stated Squall.
"Smirk!" stated Irvine.
"Googlesnurf!" stated Squall.
"Wonka-wonka-woo!" stated Irvine.
Just then, Selphie dashed in with a megaphone.
"Laaadiees and gentlemen! Here are two fine young men with some fine young asses. It's time for a Tournament of Fanny!"
The whole of Garden poured into the office and erected some bleachers to sit on, while the others set up a ring. They were divided into two groups, the lazy slobs who wanted to sit around and say "whatever" all day, and the oversexed hyperactive man-sluts.
Quistis set up a commentators box with Selphie as the two took position. It was time for the bizzare wrestling costumes.
Squall jumped up "Manic Depressive Lovely SeeD Power X! TRAAANSFOOORMAAATIOOON!"
There was a brief shot of Squall in the nude flying through the air as magical strips of cloth wrapped around him creating his outfit. Hot pink cloth formed a thong while lemon yellow wove together to create a pair of fluffy socks held up with the chains from his SeeD uniform.
At the same moment Irvine yelled "Raunchy Man-Slut Gorgeous Power P! TRAAANSFOOORMAAATIOOON!" and there was a brief shot of him mooning the audience in the nude while floating in the air as hot pink magical spandex cloth polkadotted with orange materialized and formed a mesh shirt, hotpants with the word "ASS" written on the rear and knee socks, with a pair of cheap heart shaped sunglasses to conceal his identity.
Both sides strode in the ring. It took a moment for Squall to notice where Irvine was, since you can never recognize anyone if their clothes are slightly different. They took the ready position on each side of the ring, facing the audience with their buns facing each other.
Each dashed backwards until their buns o' steel locked in combat. It was a furious struggle while Quistis and Selphie commented.
"Well, Squall seems to be in the lead... oh wait... OOO! THAT'S GOTTA HURT! Looks like Irvine got Squall in the eye with that one."
"WHOO-HOO! Go Irvy-poo!"
"Uh-oh, their buns seem to be locked together! Hmm... I wonder how they'll handle this!"
"Ooo! Major bummer. Oh, wait, it's alright now. Squall used that to his advantage, it looks like he just leaned way back and bit Irvy-poo!"
And so it continued. For days and nights. Until finally...
"Booyaka! Looks like Irvine's winning!"
"Wait a minute! I don't believe it! Never in all my born days have I seen something like this! It's unbelieveable! Simply unbelieveable! This just doesn't happen! Goodness gracious me. It's better then the time when Seifer showed me how to nibble on my own ears! Amazing! Simply amazing! Whoa! That was one hell of a fight!"
In one final blow, Irvine and Squall mashed their asses together and both went soft. Both had lost.
"My ass!" Irvine wailed, "MY PRECIOUS ASS! NOOOO!"
The croud sat there and blinked for a while.
A few days passed.
They cheered.
And so, in honor of the heroes of the world, it became fashionable to have a saggy-baggy ass and pants went out of style, and there was much rejoicing.
Irvine and Squall went home together, they had each earned the title of being each others honey-bun. And Rinoa just ran around with her arms outstretched and made airplane noises. The end.
Author's other note: Woo, that was fun to write. ^____^ I guess I can consider myself fully being able to use FFnet now. Ta, until my next story!