Before reading this, I would suggest taking a peak at any of
the stories on here by the authors. Atleast skim =). This was
written purely to torture Scott and me on our respective
b-days :P It has no effect on Fall From Grace or any of
Scott "Cyclops" Summerton's writings.
Hold on to anything you can, it's ecchi time! Again!
As always, Sailor Moon ain't mine.
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Scott opened his eyes sleepily. He was in bed, but it
wasn't his bed, and he still wasn't himself. He started to
lift the sheets to see who he was, but all he was able to
determine was that he was naked before movement beside him
interrupted his examination.
"Morning lover." came a husky female voice.
Scott turned to face the female in bed beside him,
but whomever he was was still partially asleep. "Huh, wha?"
"Ohh, did I tire you out last night?" came the playful
reply.
"I... Makoto?" Scott smiled widely, but then he had to
blink. "Wait... something's wrong..."
The grin on Makoto's face was practically blinding.
"Wrong?" She leaned in close a brushed a lock of blue (BLUE?!)
hair from Scott's eyes. "Whatever could be wrong Ami-chan?"
As the very naked Makoto began to straddle Scott's
equally naked Ami Mizuno body, Angie merely sat back in the
doorway and took in the entire scene with huge eyes. "Oh my..."
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"When Plutos Attack!"
By Scott "Cyclops" Summerton and Emporess
(thrawn27@hotmail.com and Angst88@aol.com)
Chapter Three - "Rule #3"
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"La la la la la la la..."
Hands over her ears, Angie continued to sing in an
attempt to block out the noise.
"La la la la..." She paused and listened for a
moment, shaking when she heard the squeaking of bedsprings.
"LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!"
All of a sudden she heard a loud THUMP.
She removed her hands from her ears. Silence.
Angie had retreated to the small bathroom when she
saw Makoto Kino, straddling Scott who is in the body of Ami
Mizuno, withdraw some, shall we say, toys. The scene may
have seemed fun, but even she had her limits.
"It if wasn't Makoto and Ami I wouldn't mind as much,
but this seems to be more of a fantasy that Scott would think
up..."
OK maybe not limits, but at least preferences...
Suddenly there was a loud gasp followed by the voice
of Sailor Mercury. "Ohh... Mah-KOOOOOOOOOOOO-toh!"
Angie's eyes boggled and she immediately began
humming 'Ai No Senshi' completely ignorant of the irony.
Finally Angie heard footsteps coming towards the
bathroom. "Uh oh!" She began to frantically try and hide
but it was to no avail as a VERY happy looking and VERY naked
Makoto entered.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!" screamed Angie halfway behind the
shower curtain where she was trying to hide. "Gomen nasai!
Don't beat me up..." She blinked. "Nani?"
To her surprise, Makoto completely ignored her as
if she wasn't even there and began to brush her teeth.
Angie ever-so discreetly coughed and there was still no
reaction. Makoto had no idea she was there, it was as if
she was invisible. Sighing a breath of relief she decided
to check on Scott.
Reentering the bedroom she saw Ami Mizuno, her naked
body absolutely glistening with sweat, breathing deeply as
she stared at the ceiling. Her hands were bound lightly by
a thin scarf, and her face was one of both immense
satisfaction and total confusion. That last bit reminded
Angie that right now Ami was actually Scott.
Though invisible, she was able to undo Scott's
bindings. Lazily turning his head towards her he began
attempting to blink his deep blue Ami Mizuno eyes back into
focus.
"You can see me?" Scott nodded. Angie looked at
him dubiously. "Are you ok?"
Scott still seemed somewhat out of it, but answered
regardless. "She... and I... and then... wow."
Tossing the scarf aside she huffed at him. "I can't
believe you! You liked it... AS Ami?!"
Sitting up Scott blushed as Ami always does. "Well,
we're in some sort of hentai I think, so 'Ami' liked it, and
since I currently AM Ami, I couldn't help but like it too."
"Well, I don't remember Ami and Makoto ever being
lovers in the anime, not this blatantly anyway... Where are
we then? Some pervert's fanfic?"
Scott snapped to attention. "I'm not a--! I mean
no of COURSE not! We, well..." He paused to look at her.
"Hey, you're you still. Minus the bunny suit that is."
"Hey, this is more your fantasy than it is mine,
being with Makoto." She noticed Scott almost cowering.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I recognize this, and I don't want to say
why." he mumbled.
Curious she turned to him. "Why?"
"Um, it IS a hentai fanfic, but it's one that hasn't
been published anywhere yet."
That one stumped her. "Nani? How can you recognize
a hentai fanfic that hasn't been published unless..." Her
blue eyes widened. "Unless YOU wrote it!"
"Hey calm down!" he whispered hurriedly. "I've
never written a hentai before and decided to do one of those
as my first story to use the Japanese names and, well, I
thought Mercury and Jupiter always made a great couple..."
She merely glared at him in response.
"Angie I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring us here...
I don't even know how we GOT here."
Still glaring, she spoke regardless. "It was the
garnet, you do still have it don't you?"
Scott searched the bed quickly. Upon finding
nothing but the satin sheets he began to panic. "It's, it's
gone! And if it's gone then we can't... and I'm stuck..."
"OK OK OK calm down calm down, it's got to be
around here somewhere..." Angie began looking about the
room and sighed when she peeked under the bed. "It's down
here... that must've been that thump I heard earlier.
You do NOT want to know what else is under here though."
she said standing up after retrieving the garnet. She
glared at him again. "Oh, wait, you already DO know
because YOU wrote all of this."
"I'm sorry...!" pleaded Scott before he noticed
something missing from the room. "Did you see any clothes
under there? I don't see a dresser in here."
Angie sighed but then blinked upon realizing that
there WAS no dresser in the room. "Why don't you ask
Makoto?"
Scott agreed. "Good idea." At that convenient
moment Makoto reentered the room. "Um, Mako-chan... Where's
the dresser?"
Makoto frowned. "The what?"
Scott's blue Ami eyebrows shot up. "You know, the
thing to store clothes in?"
Makoto looked at him like he'd just made the word up.
"Clothes?"
"I really ought to work on character development a bit
more on this one..." he thought. Clearing his throat he spoke
aloud. "You know, the stuff I was wearing?"
"Oh those things? They're out in the living room. I
have to grab mine and run for my martial arts practice, want
me to grab yours for you?"
Scott's kawaii Ami ears went red, this WAS a hentai
afterall. "Ah, no thanks, I'll get them in a moment."
"Sure thing my little waterdrop." said Makoto as she
leaned over and kissed Scott full on the lips. Angie turned
her head away in disgust based on Scott's allowing the kiss
to last as long as is was, is, still is... Releasing a
frustrated sigh she stormed out of the bedroom.
Scott pushed Makoto away breaking the kiss. "Ah,
you'd better run, you don't want to be late!"
"AH! You're right! Je na Ami-chan!" With that
Makoto ran off, quickly got dressed and headed out the door.
"It's 'ja ne.'" stated Angie as she watched Scott
climb from the bed.
"What?" asked a startled Scott.
"'Ja ne' not 'je na.'"
He frowned. "Well, it IS a work in progress..."
She tossed him a small bundle of clothes. "These
were all I could find for you to wear."
Sighing in defeat Scott began to get dressed. He
got on the little blue panties but had trouble with the bra
which Angie, now smiling, helped him with. He then put on
a yellow shirt which was VERY snug and even had shoulderpads
that confused the hell out of him. By now Angie was
laughing loudly at the unfamiliar expression his Ami face
now had.
"I'm glad you think this is funny..." he drawled
whilst struggling with a too-short blue pleated skirt.
Finally achieving a semblance of comfort he donned socks
and shoes and began to leave the room.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Angie.
Scott halted causing his soft blue hair to sway
a bit. He noticed a red tie still on the bed. "I forgot
the necktie?"
Turning to it, Angie smiled. "Well, that too."
Fumbling with his little Ami-chan hands, he managed
to tie the garment and looked at Angie. "What else did I
forget?"
She pointed to the full-length mirror. "Don't
you want to see what you look like?"
Blushing as Ami is prone to do, Scott couldn't curb
his curiosity for long. He peered into the mirror to see
the kawaii Ami Mizuno peering back at him. Not believing
what he saw he leaned over and was thankful that he'd
clasped the tie to the shirt preventing it from dangling
loosely between his breasts. But there was something
missing...
Hearing something being emptied behind him he
spun to see Angie dump a purse onto the bedside table.
Scott stared at the spilled contents for a moment before
dumbfoundedly looking at Angie, who was grinning widely.
Cosmetics. Piles and piles of cosmetics.
"I'm going to enjoy this..." stated Angie as she
dragged the still stunned Scott to the table.
After hours of what Scott viewed as sheer torture,
Angie had finished playing doll and admired her work. "A
masterpiece!"
She held up a mirror to Scott's painted face and
his jaw dropped upon seeing the bedazzling image of an Ami
Mizuno mature beyond her years staring back at him.
"Wow..." was all he could say before Angie suddenly stood.
She withdrew the garnet from a pocket. "Well, I
guess we can leave now."
"WHAT?! You had me go through all that when we
could have warped off at any time?!"
She smirked wryly. "Yep."
"But why?"
"This is supposed to be your punishment right?"
Scott's deep blue Ami eyes got even wider. "But
why are YOU helping?"
"Because you wrote a hentai! I can't *believe* you
wrote a hentai!" exclaimed Angie.
"Like you never would." said Scott as he closed his
eyes in frustration and banged the small mirror against his
blue-haired head.
Raising the fist that just happened to be containing
the garnet, Angie frowned. "I--"
Both were consumed by the familiar flash of light...
Scott was suddenly very aware that someone was eagerly
sticking their tongue down his throat. Kneeling on what was
most likely a bed, he also felt a pair of small hands groping
his naked bottom, and another pair of hands, significantly
stronger, caressing his bare breasts.
Breasts again?! "Mmph!" Scott pushed himself back
slightly and opened his eyes to find himself staring into the
twinkling blue ones of Usagi Tsukino kneeling in front of him.
Usagi grinned like a hungry wolf. "Rei-chan, I thought
you liked it deep?"
Though unable to speak due to shock, Scott noticed that
it was Usagi's frisky hands on Rei's, now his, bottom. But
whose hands were on his Rei breasts?
As if on cue, those hands upped the ante and started
playing with his nipples. Unable to help himself he leaned his
head back and enjoyed the moment. A deep masculine voice
suddenly spoke into his right ear. "Usako has quite the grip,
ne Rei-chan?"
His eyes flashing open once more as what could only
have been Mamoru's tongue playfully entered his right ear, Scott
would have screamed if Usagi hadn't clamped her lips over his
mouth. Instead of hearing a shocked plea for help from Scott
it instead seemed that the fire senshi herself was lustfully
moaning into Usagi's hungry mouth.
This only served to encourage Usagi as she attempted
to suck Scott's tongue down her own throat, and despite the
situation Scott didn't do much to object as Rei's body was
telling his brain that it was REALLY enjoying the attention.
All were oblivious when the door opened. This included
Angie as she was too enraptured by the entire scene to notice.
When the newcomer closed the door and began to undress Angie
finally noticed her. Her gasp would have halted the actions on
the bed if she wasn't once more invisible to the 'locals' and
if Scott knew she was even there.
For him however, Scott was still in the middle when
suddenly both Usagi and Mamoru halted and slowly slid in front
of him. They hugged their naked bodies together and grinned at
Scott in expectation.
"What--?" was all he said before he sensed that someone
had climbed onto the bed behind him. He turned to face the new
arrival but a silken blindfold was placed over his violet Rei
Hino eyes before he could see who it was. Slowly he was lowered
on the bed as both Usagi and Mamoru each subdued a slender arm
and began fondling his senshi breasts once more.
The newcomer had a different target however, as she began
to spread Scott's now long legs into the air. His mind starting
to panic, Scott was thankful when the newcomer stopped and
apparently leaned forward.
"Hello Rei-chan, did you miss me?" she spoke while close.
Scott's eyes went wide beneath the blindfold. "ANGIE?!"
Suddenly the blindfold was removed and his question
answered. "Aw Rei-chan, I thought you said you'd call me
Emporess." pouted Angie.
Scott frowned with his fine purply-black eyebrows. He
looked at Angie between his vulnerable legs, staring eagerly at
his Rei-hood. Then he noticed Angie standing over by the
doorway blushing as if she were Sailor Mercury in a pornography
shop.
Something inside his mind clicked. "She wrote a hentai
like I did... But her's is a SELF-INSERTION..." he thought.
Before his mind could continue on that train of thought,
Emporess began caressing Scott's Rei Hino thighs and slowly
ran her hands towards his 'center.' Scott was both ecstatic and
disappointed when he saw Angie rush forward towards the bed.
Angie screamed since she knew only Scott could hear her,
but she likely didn't care even if they could. "We are leaving,
NOW!!"
Scott fought his way from the mass of naked bodies
almost hesitantly. "But I'm kinda starting to like Mars--"
"Not with me your not!" she huffed.
Realizing Angie intended to drag him outside despite the
fact that he was still Rei Hino naked, he shook his arm free of
her grip. "Wait a sec I just want to--"
Scott swore he saw flames errupt from Angie's eyes as
she yelled "Ne, not with my body your not! Besides you already
did it with Makoto!"
"No! No! I just need to get dressed!" He grabbed a
large discarded shirt off the floor, most likely Mamoru's as it
nearly reached his knees, and dressed hastily much to the
displeasure of those still on the bed. Or at least that's what
he thought. They seemed quite content with themselves, and each
other, at the moment.
Angie looked back at the bed as she ushered Scott from
the room. "If it wasn't YOU in Rei back there I wouldn't have
interrupted."
"YOU got all mad at me when YOU wrote a hentai of your
own! How fair is that?" yelled Scott with Rei's smooth voice.
"At least mine made sense! I didn't mangle a whole
language!"
"So?! You wrote yourself into it!"
She blushed furiously. "Well, I DO like the scene,
but it's not perfect." She scratched her head unaware that
the garnet was in the same hand. "The one person that it's
missing is--"
They should have expected the flash of light...
Night had fallen on the beautiful courtyard. The light
from the tall lampposts reflected in the water of the man made
lake. Two figures sat on the stone ledge that bordered the lake.
They talked in hushed voices as they stared at the large marble
statues that flanked the corners of the courtyard. "What brings
you here at night?" asked Utena, raising her arms above her head
to stretch out the kinks.
Jury had a soft smile on her lips as she ignored the
other girl's question. "I see you wear your uniform at night."
"Huh?" Utena asked, momentarily confused with the
question. She looked down at herself. "Oh. Yeah..."
"Why do you wear a boy's uniform?" Jury continued.
The other girl's head bowed as she stared at her hands.
"I think," she began hesitantly. "it's because of the Prince."
"Prince?" The older girl asked, suspicion tainting her
voice.
"When I was little, I met a Prince." Utena didn't seem to
notice Jury's tone. "That Prince told me something: 'Never lose
your strength or your nobility.'" She paused, running one tapered
finger over the ring she wore. "And I remember something else he
said: 'This ring will lead you to me.' He looked so impressive to
me. I guess I wear this uniform to be closer to him."
The person shes speaking to stands, though Utena is too
enraptured in her own tale to notice. "Sorry, you must think it's
a really strange story." She doesn't take her eyes off the ring.
"I don't believe what the student council says, about the Rose
Bride or Revolution." A little smile seems to come to her lips.
"But... How do I put it? I think we're both linked by destiny.
Maybe you could call it a miracle."
If Utena had been looking at her, she might have seen
the pain that came to Jury's face then. The word seemed to
echo through her mind. 'Miracle.' Ghastly word. She sauntered
over to Utena, her face unreadable. Her hand moved across
the other girl's hair, sliding down her shoulder. At the same
time she bent over, her lips reaching ever closer to Utena's.
"Sempai?" The girl asked in confusion. The hand slid even lower,
till it rested on the other's wrist. Her hot breath on Utena.
Something monstrous happened to Jury's face then. Lips
twisted into an ugly grimace. She jerked the other girl's hand
up, her finger's wrapped around the ring she prized so much.
"Throw away your rose seal!" She snarled. Utena leaned back,
over the fountain, trying to get away. "It makes me sick this
nobility of yours!" The older girl's grip was too strong.
The tense scene was broken by a flash of light,
and for a few moments night was day.
Scott blinked his eyes a few moments, disoriented.
At first he thought it was due to dimension jumping, but
then realized that something else was wrong. He was leaning
way to far back. He looked up and saw a woman clutching his
hand, an almost painful grip. She wore a look that seemed
as confused as his own. The grip was loosening.
"Eek!" he squealed, losing his balance. Tumbling
head over heels he felt cold water rush over his face. From
the waist up his body was submerged in almost frigid liquid.
Sputtering he pulled himself out of the water till he was
sitting on the edge of stone again, his teeth chattering. The
woman now had a wide smile on her face as she looked down at
her body.
"Jury!" She whispered in awe, pulling a lock of orange
hair over her eyes for inspection. The woman had already taken
in the white nightgown that went to her feet, the purple shawl
that lay discarded on the ground. He watched as she brought
her hands up to the daringly cut ruffled V-neck bodice and-
well- groped. "It IS Jury! I'm Jury!"
"Angie?" Scott asked bewildered. She didn't seem to hear.
As what must have been Angie went on and on about her
Jury body and eventual uniform, Scott took stock of his own. It
was a far cry from the men's nightshirt he was previously clad in.
A tight black suit jacket hugged his unfortunately once
again female body. Three golden buttons ran down the prominent
front and it flared out his impossibly slim waist. He could feel
the high collar, and just below it was a green clasp set in a
golden chain that dangled to his right shoulder. Just before the
jacket's snug sleeves reached his hands at the ends of his
slender arms he found elaborate white cuffs folded back and
trimmed with red, as were the few pockets the blazer sported as
well.
From his vantage point he couldn't even see if he was
wearing any shorts or a skirt, but bending over slightly he saw
a teeny pair of red shorts with hardly no legs to them at all.
Naturally this left his own now long legs bare for all to see
save the small black and white shoes and red socks reaching a
bit past his ankles.
"Well, I seem to be having a bit of luck as these aren't
heeled shoes either..." spoke Scott with a thankfully regular
pitched though still female voice. He quickly frowned however.
"But I have no hips, barely any ass to speak of, no discernible
shoulders..." He grabbed some of his long wet hair with thin
fingers only now noticing the rose signet ring he wore. "And
shiny PINK hair?!"
Angie grinned. "Welcome to Revolutionary Girl Utena,"
She paused to giggle. "Utena."
"Utena?" He asked doubtfully. "Don't think I've seen
that one..."
"I'm not surprised, dub boy." She said teasingly, her
face the picture of delight. "Oh this is going to be soooo
much fun!"
"Urm, what happens in Utena?" Scott asked, trying to
cut in on her happy little ranting. "Anything I should worry
about?"
"Wellll if I'm not mistaken," she glanced down at
herself one more time. "this is the episode where Utena duels
Jury for the Rose Bride."
"Oh, is that all. Just Utena dueling--" He paused, then
blinked. "Aren't I Utena?"
She nodded. One of his pink Utena eyebrows began to
twitch. "Aren't you Jury?"
She nodded again, now twirling in a circle, the
nightgown's bottom fanning out around her. "Doesn't this bother
you at all?!" He asked exasperated.
Angie shook her head, the little orange bangs bobbing
up and down. "Relax, Scott-chan. It'll be over in a few seconds.
Utena ALWAYS wins her duels." She glanced at the building in the
distance. "Oooo I bet thats where my room is. I want to take
a look at all the things Jury has in there." Her hand closed
around a gold locket and tore it off her neck, placing it in
her pocket. "As long as *I'm* in her body, they'll be no pity
parties!" She began to walk to the building.
"Wait! Angie!" She turned around and gave him an
impatient look. "Where do I go? What do I do? You can't leave
me out here."
She sighed and pointed in the opposite direction.
"There's a building over there that you sleep in. I'll meet
up with you early tomorrow. Chu-Chu will show you the way."
And with that very unhelpful direction giving, she took
off.
"Chu-Chu? Who the hell is Chu-Chu?!" He called to her
retreating form. No answer. "Great, not only am I stuck here
alone in Utena AS Utena, but she has the garnet still so I
can't just leave. Not like she'd let me though now that she's
Jury, whoever that is..." He sighed, pushing his hair back over
what was supposed to pass as his shoulder. In doing so he noted
a strange weight on it. Glancing down he saw a little monkey/mouse
thing that was just too cute for words.
"ChuChu!" It proclaimed happily, a big grin on its face.
"What the-- Get it off! Get it off!" He screeched,
running in the direction of 'his' room, the little pet holding
on for dear life.
Two forest-green orbs watched him take off. Pink light
sparkled off her earlobes as a dark chuckle escaped her lips.
"Just you wait Scott. Just you wait..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Scott: (ringing out his pink Utena hair) Regardless of where
I am and who I am, I'm just happy to start off clothed this
time.
Angie: (looking like a pissed off Jury) Hmph.
Scott: (glances at her) Whats wrong with you?
Angie: (Dressed in Jury's school uniform) What do you THINK is
wrong?! We haven't gotten hardly any mail!
Scott: (coughs nervously into his slender Utena hand) Well, we
didn't exactly TELL anyone to write us last time ya know... OR
even give then our email addresses if they wanted to...
Angie: (screeching) As if that's an excuse! (reaches to her
die and pulls out a long fencing sword)
Scott: (BIG sweatdrop) Um...Maybe we should talk about this
duel thing.
Angie: (holds the sword menacingly out at the audience) Hey you!
Minna: (freezes)
Angie: That's right! All of you reading this! Where's my mail?!
I want mail damnit! (makes a few clumsy gestures with the sword)
Scott: (putting a hand tentivly on her shoulder) M-maybe you
should calm down a bit...
Angie: (turns to stare at him, nearly slicing him with the sword
in the process) Be quiet, Scott-chan! I know what I'm doing.
Scott: (from the ground where he hit the floor) R-r-right...
Angie: (swiveling back to audience) As I was saying before I was
interrupted: Mail. E-mail. I want it. You will send it. Right???
Minna: (Nodding enthusiastically)
Angie: (rubbing hands together evilly) Exxxcelent. Now, for
more important matters. (smiles at Scott) Ne, Scott-chan,
did you ever see the remake of Zorro?
Scott: (nodding while standing) Sure, why do you--Uh oh...
(starts to run)
Angie: (chasing with sword) Get back here! You must be hot in
that anyway!
Questions? Comments? Arrows?
(thrawn27@hotmail.com or Angst88@aol.com)
the stories on here by the authors. Atleast skim =). This was
written purely to torture Scott and me on our respective
b-days :P It has no effect on Fall From Grace or any of
Scott "Cyclops" Summerton's writings.
Hold on to anything you can, it's ecchi time! Again!
As always, Sailor Moon ain't mine.
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Scott opened his eyes sleepily. He was in bed, but it
wasn't his bed, and he still wasn't himself. He started to
lift the sheets to see who he was, but all he was able to
determine was that he was naked before movement beside him
interrupted his examination.
"Morning lover." came a husky female voice.
Scott turned to face the female in bed beside him,
but whomever he was was still partially asleep. "Huh, wha?"
"Ohh, did I tire you out last night?" came the playful
reply.
"I... Makoto?" Scott smiled widely, but then he had to
blink. "Wait... something's wrong..."
The grin on Makoto's face was practically blinding.
"Wrong?" She leaned in close a brushed a lock of blue (BLUE?!)
hair from Scott's eyes. "Whatever could be wrong Ami-chan?"
As the very naked Makoto began to straddle Scott's
equally naked Ami Mizuno body, Angie merely sat back in the
doorway and took in the entire scene with huge eyes. "Oh my..."
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"When Plutos Attack!"
By Scott "Cyclops" Summerton and Emporess
(thrawn27@hotmail.com and Angst88@aol.com)
Chapter Three - "Rule #3"
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"La la la la la la la..."
Hands over her ears, Angie continued to sing in an
attempt to block out the noise.
"La la la la..." She paused and listened for a
moment, shaking when she heard the squeaking of bedsprings.
"LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!"
All of a sudden she heard a loud THUMP.
She removed her hands from her ears. Silence.
Angie had retreated to the small bathroom when she
saw Makoto Kino, straddling Scott who is in the body of Ami
Mizuno, withdraw some, shall we say, toys. The scene may
have seemed fun, but even she had her limits.
"It if wasn't Makoto and Ami I wouldn't mind as much,
but this seems to be more of a fantasy that Scott would think
up..."
OK maybe not limits, but at least preferences...
Suddenly there was a loud gasp followed by the voice
of Sailor Mercury. "Ohh... Mah-KOOOOOOOOOOOO-toh!"
Angie's eyes boggled and she immediately began
humming 'Ai No Senshi' completely ignorant of the irony.
Finally Angie heard footsteps coming towards the
bathroom. "Uh oh!" She began to frantically try and hide
but it was to no avail as a VERY happy looking and VERY naked
Makoto entered.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!" screamed Angie halfway behind the
shower curtain where she was trying to hide. "Gomen nasai!
Don't beat me up..." She blinked. "Nani?"
To her surprise, Makoto completely ignored her as
if she wasn't even there and began to brush her teeth.
Angie ever-so discreetly coughed and there was still no
reaction. Makoto had no idea she was there, it was as if
she was invisible. Sighing a breath of relief she decided
to check on Scott.
Reentering the bedroom she saw Ami Mizuno, her naked
body absolutely glistening with sweat, breathing deeply as
she stared at the ceiling. Her hands were bound lightly by
a thin scarf, and her face was one of both immense
satisfaction and total confusion. That last bit reminded
Angie that right now Ami was actually Scott.
Though invisible, she was able to undo Scott's
bindings. Lazily turning his head towards her he began
attempting to blink his deep blue Ami Mizuno eyes back into
focus.
"You can see me?" Scott nodded. Angie looked at
him dubiously. "Are you ok?"
Scott still seemed somewhat out of it, but answered
regardless. "She... and I... and then... wow."
Tossing the scarf aside she huffed at him. "I can't
believe you! You liked it... AS Ami?!"
Sitting up Scott blushed as Ami always does. "Well,
we're in some sort of hentai I think, so 'Ami' liked it, and
since I currently AM Ami, I couldn't help but like it too."
"Well, I don't remember Ami and Makoto ever being
lovers in the anime, not this blatantly anyway... Where are
we then? Some pervert's fanfic?"
Scott snapped to attention. "I'm not a--! I mean
no of COURSE not! We, well..." He paused to look at her.
"Hey, you're you still. Minus the bunny suit that is."
"Hey, this is more your fantasy than it is mine,
being with Makoto." She noticed Scott almost cowering.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I recognize this, and I don't want to say
why." he mumbled.
Curious she turned to him. "Why?"
"Um, it IS a hentai fanfic, but it's one that hasn't
been published anywhere yet."
That one stumped her. "Nani? How can you recognize
a hentai fanfic that hasn't been published unless..." Her
blue eyes widened. "Unless YOU wrote it!"
"Hey calm down!" he whispered hurriedly. "I've
never written a hentai before and decided to do one of those
as my first story to use the Japanese names and, well, I
thought Mercury and Jupiter always made a great couple..."
She merely glared at him in response.
"Angie I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring us here...
I don't even know how we GOT here."
Still glaring, she spoke regardless. "It was the
garnet, you do still have it don't you?"
Scott searched the bed quickly. Upon finding
nothing but the satin sheets he began to panic. "It's, it's
gone! And if it's gone then we can't... and I'm stuck..."
"OK OK OK calm down calm down, it's got to be
around here somewhere..." Angie began looking about the
room and sighed when she peeked under the bed. "It's down
here... that must've been that thump I heard earlier.
You do NOT want to know what else is under here though."
she said standing up after retrieving the garnet. She
glared at him again. "Oh, wait, you already DO know
because YOU wrote all of this."
"I'm sorry...!" pleaded Scott before he noticed
something missing from the room. "Did you see any clothes
under there? I don't see a dresser in here."
Angie sighed but then blinked upon realizing that
there WAS no dresser in the room. "Why don't you ask
Makoto?"
Scott agreed. "Good idea." At that convenient
moment Makoto reentered the room. "Um, Mako-chan... Where's
the dresser?"
Makoto frowned. "The what?"
Scott's blue Ami eyebrows shot up. "You know, the
thing to store clothes in?"
Makoto looked at him like he'd just made the word up.
"Clothes?"
"I really ought to work on character development a bit
more on this one..." he thought. Clearing his throat he spoke
aloud. "You know, the stuff I was wearing?"
"Oh those things? They're out in the living room. I
have to grab mine and run for my martial arts practice, want
me to grab yours for you?"
Scott's kawaii Ami ears went red, this WAS a hentai
afterall. "Ah, no thanks, I'll get them in a moment."
"Sure thing my little waterdrop." said Makoto as she
leaned over and kissed Scott full on the lips. Angie turned
her head away in disgust based on Scott's allowing the kiss
to last as long as is was, is, still is... Releasing a
frustrated sigh she stormed out of the bedroom.
Scott pushed Makoto away breaking the kiss. "Ah,
you'd better run, you don't want to be late!"
"AH! You're right! Je na Ami-chan!" With that
Makoto ran off, quickly got dressed and headed out the door.
"It's 'ja ne.'" stated Angie as she watched Scott
climb from the bed.
"What?" asked a startled Scott.
"'Ja ne' not 'je na.'"
He frowned. "Well, it IS a work in progress..."
She tossed him a small bundle of clothes. "These
were all I could find for you to wear."
Sighing in defeat Scott began to get dressed. He
got on the little blue panties but had trouble with the bra
which Angie, now smiling, helped him with. He then put on
a yellow shirt which was VERY snug and even had shoulderpads
that confused the hell out of him. By now Angie was
laughing loudly at the unfamiliar expression his Ami face
now had.
"I'm glad you think this is funny..." he drawled
whilst struggling with a too-short blue pleated skirt.
Finally achieving a semblance of comfort he donned socks
and shoes and began to leave the room.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Angie.
Scott halted causing his soft blue hair to sway
a bit. He noticed a red tie still on the bed. "I forgot
the necktie?"
Turning to it, Angie smiled. "Well, that too."
Fumbling with his little Ami-chan hands, he managed
to tie the garment and looked at Angie. "What else did I
forget?"
She pointed to the full-length mirror. "Don't
you want to see what you look like?"
Blushing as Ami is prone to do, Scott couldn't curb
his curiosity for long. He peered into the mirror to see
the kawaii Ami Mizuno peering back at him. Not believing
what he saw he leaned over and was thankful that he'd
clasped the tie to the shirt preventing it from dangling
loosely between his breasts. But there was something
missing...
Hearing something being emptied behind him he
spun to see Angie dump a purse onto the bedside table.
Scott stared at the spilled contents for a moment before
dumbfoundedly looking at Angie, who was grinning widely.
Cosmetics. Piles and piles of cosmetics.
"I'm going to enjoy this..." stated Angie as she
dragged the still stunned Scott to the table.
After hours of what Scott viewed as sheer torture,
Angie had finished playing doll and admired her work. "A
masterpiece!"
She held up a mirror to Scott's painted face and
his jaw dropped upon seeing the bedazzling image of an Ami
Mizuno mature beyond her years staring back at him.
"Wow..." was all he could say before Angie suddenly stood.
She withdrew the garnet from a pocket. "Well, I
guess we can leave now."
"WHAT?! You had me go through all that when we
could have warped off at any time?!"
She smirked wryly. "Yep."
"But why?"
"This is supposed to be your punishment right?"
Scott's deep blue Ami eyes got even wider. "But
why are YOU helping?"
"Because you wrote a hentai! I can't *believe* you
wrote a hentai!" exclaimed Angie.
"Like you never would." said Scott as he closed his
eyes in frustration and banged the small mirror against his
blue-haired head.
Raising the fist that just happened to be containing
the garnet, Angie frowned. "I--"
Both were consumed by the familiar flash of light...
Scott was suddenly very aware that someone was eagerly
sticking their tongue down his throat. Kneeling on what was
most likely a bed, he also felt a pair of small hands groping
his naked bottom, and another pair of hands, significantly
stronger, caressing his bare breasts.
Breasts again?! "Mmph!" Scott pushed himself back
slightly and opened his eyes to find himself staring into the
twinkling blue ones of Usagi Tsukino kneeling in front of him.
Usagi grinned like a hungry wolf. "Rei-chan, I thought
you liked it deep?"
Though unable to speak due to shock, Scott noticed that
it was Usagi's frisky hands on Rei's, now his, bottom. But
whose hands were on his Rei breasts?
As if on cue, those hands upped the ante and started
playing with his nipples. Unable to help himself he leaned his
head back and enjoyed the moment. A deep masculine voice
suddenly spoke into his right ear. "Usako has quite the grip,
ne Rei-chan?"
His eyes flashing open once more as what could only
have been Mamoru's tongue playfully entered his right ear, Scott
would have screamed if Usagi hadn't clamped her lips over his
mouth. Instead of hearing a shocked plea for help from Scott
it instead seemed that the fire senshi herself was lustfully
moaning into Usagi's hungry mouth.
This only served to encourage Usagi as she attempted
to suck Scott's tongue down her own throat, and despite the
situation Scott didn't do much to object as Rei's body was
telling his brain that it was REALLY enjoying the attention.
All were oblivious when the door opened. This included
Angie as she was too enraptured by the entire scene to notice.
When the newcomer closed the door and began to undress Angie
finally noticed her. Her gasp would have halted the actions on
the bed if she wasn't once more invisible to the 'locals' and
if Scott knew she was even there.
For him however, Scott was still in the middle when
suddenly both Usagi and Mamoru halted and slowly slid in front
of him. They hugged their naked bodies together and grinned at
Scott in expectation.
"What--?" was all he said before he sensed that someone
had climbed onto the bed behind him. He turned to face the new
arrival but a silken blindfold was placed over his violet Rei
Hino eyes before he could see who it was. Slowly he was lowered
on the bed as both Usagi and Mamoru each subdued a slender arm
and began fondling his senshi breasts once more.
The newcomer had a different target however, as she began
to spread Scott's now long legs into the air. His mind starting
to panic, Scott was thankful when the newcomer stopped and
apparently leaned forward.
"Hello Rei-chan, did you miss me?" she spoke while close.
Scott's eyes went wide beneath the blindfold. "ANGIE?!"
Suddenly the blindfold was removed and his question
answered. "Aw Rei-chan, I thought you said you'd call me
Emporess." pouted Angie.
Scott frowned with his fine purply-black eyebrows. He
looked at Angie between his vulnerable legs, staring eagerly at
his Rei-hood. Then he noticed Angie standing over by the
doorway blushing as if she were Sailor Mercury in a pornography
shop.
Something inside his mind clicked. "She wrote a hentai
like I did... But her's is a SELF-INSERTION..." he thought.
Before his mind could continue on that train of thought,
Emporess began caressing Scott's Rei Hino thighs and slowly
ran her hands towards his 'center.' Scott was both ecstatic and
disappointed when he saw Angie rush forward towards the bed.
Angie screamed since she knew only Scott could hear her,
but she likely didn't care even if they could. "We are leaving,
NOW!!"
Scott fought his way from the mass of naked bodies
almost hesitantly. "But I'm kinda starting to like Mars--"
"Not with me your not!" she huffed.
Realizing Angie intended to drag him outside despite the
fact that he was still Rei Hino naked, he shook his arm free of
her grip. "Wait a sec I just want to--"
Scott swore he saw flames errupt from Angie's eyes as
she yelled "Ne, not with my body your not! Besides you already
did it with Makoto!"
"No! No! I just need to get dressed!" He grabbed a
large discarded shirt off the floor, most likely Mamoru's as it
nearly reached his knees, and dressed hastily much to the
displeasure of those still on the bed. Or at least that's what
he thought. They seemed quite content with themselves, and each
other, at the moment.
Angie looked back at the bed as she ushered Scott from
the room. "If it wasn't YOU in Rei back there I wouldn't have
interrupted."
"YOU got all mad at me when YOU wrote a hentai of your
own! How fair is that?" yelled Scott with Rei's smooth voice.
"At least mine made sense! I didn't mangle a whole
language!"
"So?! You wrote yourself into it!"
She blushed furiously. "Well, I DO like the scene,
but it's not perfect." She scratched her head unaware that
the garnet was in the same hand. "The one person that it's
missing is--"
They should have expected the flash of light...
Night had fallen on the beautiful courtyard. The light
from the tall lampposts reflected in the water of the man made
lake. Two figures sat on the stone ledge that bordered the lake.
They talked in hushed voices as they stared at the large marble
statues that flanked the corners of the courtyard. "What brings
you here at night?" asked Utena, raising her arms above her head
to stretch out the kinks.
Jury had a soft smile on her lips as she ignored the
other girl's question. "I see you wear your uniform at night."
"Huh?" Utena asked, momentarily confused with the
question. She looked down at herself. "Oh. Yeah..."
"Why do you wear a boy's uniform?" Jury continued.
The other girl's head bowed as she stared at her hands.
"I think," she began hesitantly. "it's because of the Prince."
"Prince?" The older girl asked, suspicion tainting her
voice.
"When I was little, I met a Prince." Utena didn't seem to
notice Jury's tone. "That Prince told me something: 'Never lose
your strength or your nobility.'" She paused, running one tapered
finger over the ring she wore. "And I remember something else he
said: 'This ring will lead you to me.' He looked so impressive to
me. I guess I wear this uniform to be closer to him."
The person shes speaking to stands, though Utena is too
enraptured in her own tale to notice. "Sorry, you must think it's
a really strange story." She doesn't take her eyes off the ring.
"I don't believe what the student council says, about the Rose
Bride or Revolution." A little smile seems to come to her lips.
"But... How do I put it? I think we're both linked by destiny.
Maybe you could call it a miracle."
If Utena had been looking at her, she might have seen
the pain that came to Jury's face then. The word seemed to
echo through her mind. 'Miracle.' Ghastly word. She sauntered
over to Utena, her face unreadable. Her hand moved across
the other girl's hair, sliding down her shoulder. At the same
time she bent over, her lips reaching ever closer to Utena's.
"Sempai?" The girl asked in confusion. The hand slid even lower,
till it rested on the other's wrist. Her hot breath on Utena.
Something monstrous happened to Jury's face then. Lips
twisted into an ugly grimace. She jerked the other girl's hand
up, her finger's wrapped around the ring she prized so much.
"Throw away your rose seal!" She snarled. Utena leaned back,
over the fountain, trying to get away. "It makes me sick this
nobility of yours!" The older girl's grip was too strong.
The tense scene was broken by a flash of light,
and for a few moments night was day.
Scott blinked his eyes a few moments, disoriented.
At first he thought it was due to dimension jumping, but
then realized that something else was wrong. He was leaning
way to far back. He looked up and saw a woman clutching his
hand, an almost painful grip. She wore a look that seemed
as confused as his own. The grip was loosening.
"Eek!" he squealed, losing his balance. Tumbling
head over heels he felt cold water rush over his face. From
the waist up his body was submerged in almost frigid liquid.
Sputtering he pulled himself out of the water till he was
sitting on the edge of stone again, his teeth chattering. The
woman now had a wide smile on her face as she looked down at
her body.
"Jury!" She whispered in awe, pulling a lock of orange
hair over her eyes for inspection. The woman had already taken
in the white nightgown that went to her feet, the purple shawl
that lay discarded on the ground. He watched as she brought
her hands up to the daringly cut ruffled V-neck bodice and-
well- groped. "It IS Jury! I'm Jury!"
"Angie?" Scott asked bewildered. She didn't seem to hear.
As what must have been Angie went on and on about her
Jury body and eventual uniform, Scott took stock of his own. It
was a far cry from the men's nightshirt he was previously clad in.
A tight black suit jacket hugged his unfortunately once
again female body. Three golden buttons ran down the prominent
front and it flared out his impossibly slim waist. He could feel
the high collar, and just below it was a green clasp set in a
golden chain that dangled to his right shoulder. Just before the
jacket's snug sleeves reached his hands at the ends of his
slender arms he found elaborate white cuffs folded back and
trimmed with red, as were the few pockets the blazer sported as
well.
From his vantage point he couldn't even see if he was
wearing any shorts or a skirt, but bending over slightly he saw
a teeny pair of red shorts with hardly no legs to them at all.
Naturally this left his own now long legs bare for all to see
save the small black and white shoes and red socks reaching a
bit past his ankles.
"Well, I seem to be having a bit of luck as these aren't
heeled shoes either..." spoke Scott with a thankfully regular
pitched though still female voice. He quickly frowned however.
"But I have no hips, barely any ass to speak of, no discernible
shoulders..." He grabbed some of his long wet hair with thin
fingers only now noticing the rose signet ring he wore. "And
shiny PINK hair?!"
Angie grinned. "Welcome to Revolutionary Girl Utena,"
She paused to giggle. "Utena."
"Utena?" He asked doubtfully. "Don't think I've seen
that one..."
"I'm not surprised, dub boy." She said teasingly, her
face the picture of delight. "Oh this is going to be soooo
much fun!"
"Urm, what happens in Utena?" Scott asked, trying to
cut in on her happy little ranting. "Anything I should worry
about?"
"Wellll if I'm not mistaken," she glanced down at
herself one more time. "this is the episode where Utena duels
Jury for the Rose Bride."
"Oh, is that all. Just Utena dueling--" He paused, then
blinked. "Aren't I Utena?"
She nodded. One of his pink Utena eyebrows began to
twitch. "Aren't you Jury?"
She nodded again, now twirling in a circle, the
nightgown's bottom fanning out around her. "Doesn't this bother
you at all?!" He asked exasperated.
Angie shook her head, the little orange bangs bobbing
up and down. "Relax, Scott-chan. It'll be over in a few seconds.
Utena ALWAYS wins her duels." She glanced at the building in the
distance. "Oooo I bet thats where my room is. I want to take
a look at all the things Jury has in there." Her hand closed
around a gold locket and tore it off her neck, placing it in
her pocket. "As long as *I'm* in her body, they'll be no pity
parties!" She began to walk to the building.
"Wait! Angie!" She turned around and gave him an
impatient look. "Where do I go? What do I do? You can't leave
me out here."
She sighed and pointed in the opposite direction.
"There's a building over there that you sleep in. I'll meet
up with you early tomorrow. Chu-Chu will show you the way."
And with that very unhelpful direction giving, she took
off.
"Chu-Chu? Who the hell is Chu-Chu?!" He called to her
retreating form. No answer. "Great, not only am I stuck here
alone in Utena AS Utena, but she has the garnet still so I
can't just leave. Not like she'd let me though now that she's
Jury, whoever that is..." He sighed, pushing his hair back over
what was supposed to pass as his shoulder. In doing so he noted
a strange weight on it. Glancing down he saw a little monkey/mouse
thing that was just too cute for words.
"ChuChu!" It proclaimed happily, a big grin on its face.
"What the-- Get it off! Get it off!" He screeched,
running in the direction of 'his' room, the little pet holding
on for dear life.
Two forest-green orbs watched him take off. Pink light
sparkled off her earlobes as a dark chuckle escaped her lips.
"Just you wait Scott. Just you wait..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Scott: (ringing out his pink Utena hair) Regardless of where
I am and who I am, I'm just happy to start off clothed this
time.
Angie: (looking like a pissed off Jury) Hmph.
Scott: (glances at her) Whats wrong with you?
Angie: (Dressed in Jury's school uniform) What do you THINK is
wrong?! We haven't gotten hardly any mail!
Scott: (coughs nervously into his slender Utena hand) Well, we
didn't exactly TELL anyone to write us last time ya know... OR
even give then our email addresses if they wanted to...
Angie: (screeching) As if that's an excuse! (reaches to her
die and pulls out a long fencing sword)
Scott: (BIG sweatdrop) Um...Maybe we should talk about this
duel thing.
Angie: (holds the sword menacingly out at the audience) Hey you!
Minna: (freezes)
Angie: That's right! All of you reading this! Where's my mail?!
I want mail damnit! (makes a few clumsy gestures with the sword)
Scott: (putting a hand tentivly on her shoulder) M-maybe you
should calm down a bit...
Angie: (turns to stare at him, nearly slicing him with the sword
in the process) Be quiet, Scott-chan! I know what I'm doing.
Scott: (from the ground where he hit the floor) R-r-right...
Angie: (swiveling back to audience) As I was saying before I was
interrupted: Mail. E-mail. I want it. You will send it. Right???
Minna: (Nodding enthusiastically)
Angie: (rubbing hands together evilly) Exxxcelent. Now, for
more important matters. (smiles at Scott) Ne, Scott-chan,
did you ever see the remake of Zorro?
Scott: (nodding while standing) Sure, why do you--Uh oh...
(starts to run)
Angie: (chasing with sword) Get back here! You must be hot in
that anyway!
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