Good evening, all. This is my first fic so…give me a chance.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing to do with Final Fantasy and/or Mystikal. T_T
Enjoy! ~{PiskyBoo}~
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It was yet another boring, monotonous night at Balamb Garden.
Selphie needed an idea.
She sat alone in her dorm room, contemplating a way to somehow get the men naked without much effort. Irvine would strip at the drop of a (cowboy) hat, but what about the other three…? They were going to be a little more difficult, but, decided Selphie, all worth the effort. Irvine was sooo boring after a few weeks…and the gun was a constant irritation.
After flipping through a few issues of Playgirl, Selphie found what she was looking for. The idea struck her in the face and formed a light bulb above her head. She skipped out of her room, giggling evilly with horns forming from her hair and a tail extending behind her.
~*~
It was Zell who was disturbed first.
Selphie burst in on him reading the very same Playgirls that Selphie kept on her shelf while jerking off. Zell at once threw the magazine across the room and yanked his nut-huggers up.
"Zell wears nut-huggers!" Selphie squealed in delight, totally ignoring what Zell had been doing three seconds ago.
Zell turned the color of his sneakers-red, not black- and wiped his hands off on his nut-huggers.
"Missing something…?" Selphie teased, Zell's pants in her hand. Before Zell could even jump up to snatch them back, she was out the door and running at top speed down the hall. Zell had no choice but to run after her- he had no other pants to wear.
~*~
Despite the fact that she was tired of him, Selphie smashed her fist on Irvine's dorm door. To her surprise, Irvine had been directly behind the door, and when he opened it, got a fist in the face.
Irvine didn't say anything, he just wailed one long wail and then broke down into ridiculous baby tears. Selphie whipped the hat off his head and hightailed it outta there before Irvine even came to his senses.
When he did, he immediately felt naked. Upon realizing that no, he really wasn't naked, he patted his head and discovered his beloved hat was missing.
Selphie! He thought, breaking into a sprint. He knew she'd only go back to her room.
~*~
Squall was asleep.
It was 7:46.
Selphie rolled her eyes and sighed. No wonder the kid was so unpopular! Who the hell went to bed at 7:46…on a Saturday?
She rummaged through the mini-fridge that stood next to Squall's dresser. Inside were a dozen stuffed animals and Fruit Roll-ups, along with a bag of ice.
Carefully Selphie brought the bag over to where Squall was laying on his back. She lifted up the edge of his pants and quickly dumped the ice down them. Then she zipped out of the room and down the hall. As she did so, she heard the ear-splitting squeal that Squall emitted after feeling the icy aftermath that Selphie had caused.
~*~
Selphie had run out of pranks to pull by the time she reached Seifer's room. So she pulled a hacksaw out of her back pocket and quietly sawed off one of the legs on Seifer's bed. Slamming the door behind her, she laughed loudly upon hearing both Seifer and bed crash to the floor.
~*~
Tired and sore from laughing, Selphie dragged herself back to her room.
There sat Zell, Irvine, Squall, Quistis and Rinoa.
"How did you two get here?" Selphie directed at the two girls.
"We know you all too well, Selphie," said Quistis, "and we know that you've been deprived of sexual amusement and so Rinoa and I predicted that you'd come up with some plan to get the men naked."
Selphie's jaw dropped.
"Anyways, that's not important. What are you planning to do?" asked Rinoa.
Selphie opened her mouth to explain and then the door burst open and Seifer came flying in, furiously swinging Hyperion around, rage in his eyes.
"Where's that little bitch?!" He demanded, "I'll kill her!"
Quistis got up and shoved her hand down Seifer's pants.
"Calm down, or I'll have to punish you," she said coyly, and Seifer dropped Hyperion at once and sat down.
"What the hell's going on?" Zell shouted.
"Whatever," grunted Squall, who had pulled a Playgirl off Selphie's shelf and was staring at it.
"Shit, man," Zell said, leaning over Squall's shoulder. "I guess the 'big hands/feet' thing is just a load of bullshit… for Seifer."
Seifer snapped to attention.
"What the hell do you mean by that?!"
Everyone turned and looked at him, questioningly. Seifer turned red.
"Don't mind me," he said, embarrassed.
Selphie stamped her foot.
"Attention, peoples!" she yelled. "I brought you all here for a very good reason!"
"What?" chorused the group in unison.
"We're going to play 'Temptation!'
Everyone's face, except Selphie's, went white.
~*~
PiskyBoo: Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up soon…R/R please, so I'll know how I'm doing! ^_\^ ^/_^
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing to do with Final Fantasy and/or Mystikal. T_T
Enjoy! ~{PiskyBoo}~
~*~
It was yet another boring, monotonous night at Balamb Garden.
Selphie needed an idea.
She sat alone in her dorm room, contemplating a way to somehow get the men naked without much effort. Irvine would strip at the drop of a (cowboy) hat, but what about the other three…? They were going to be a little more difficult, but, decided Selphie, all worth the effort. Irvine was sooo boring after a few weeks…and the gun was a constant irritation.
After flipping through a few issues of Playgirl, Selphie found what she was looking for. The idea struck her in the face and formed a light bulb above her head. She skipped out of her room, giggling evilly with horns forming from her hair and a tail extending behind her.
~*~
It was Zell who was disturbed first.
Selphie burst in on him reading the very same Playgirls that Selphie kept on her shelf while jerking off. Zell at once threw the magazine across the room and yanked his nut-huggers up.
"Zell wears nut-huggers!" Selphie squealed in delight, totally ignoring what Zell had been doing three seconds ago.
Zell turned the color of his sneakers-red, not black- and wiped his hands off on his nut-huggers.
"Missing something…?" Selphie teased, Zell's pants in her hand. Before Zell could even jump up to snatch them back, she was out the door and running at top speed down the hall. Zell had no choice but to run after her- he had no other pants to wear.
~*~
Despite the fact that she was tired of him, Selphie smashed her fist on Irvine's dorm door. To her surprise, Irvine had been directly behind the door, and when he opened it, got a fist in the face.
Irvine didn't say anything, he just wailed one long wail and then broke down into ridiculous baby tears. Selphie whipped the hat off his head and hightailed it outta there before Irvine even came to his senses.
When he did, he immediately felt naked. Upon realizing that no, he really wasn't naked, he patted his head and discovered his beloved hat was missing.
Selphie! He thought, breaking into a sprint. He knew she'd only go back to her room.
~*~
Squall was asleep.
It was 7:46.
Selphie rolled her eyes and sighed. No wonder the kid was so unpopular! Who the hell went to bed at 7:46…on a Saturday?
She rummaged through the mini-fridge that stood next to Squall's dresser. Inside were a dozen stuffed animals and Fruit Roll-ups, along with a bag of ice.
Carefully Selphie brought the bag over to where Squall was laying on his back. She lifted up the edge of his pants and quickly dumped the ice down them. Then she zipped out of the room and down the hall. As she did so, she heard the ear-splitting squeal that Squall emitted after feeling the icy aftermath that Selphie had caused.
~*~
Selphie had run out of pranks to pull by the time she reached Seifer's room. So she pulled a hacksaw out of her back pocket and quietly sawed off one of the legs on Seifer's bed. Slamming the door behind her, she laughed loudly upon hearing both Seifer and bed crash to the floor.
~*~
Tired and sore from laughing, Selphie dragged herself back to her room.
There sat Zell, Irvine, Squall, Quistis and Rinoa.
"How did you two get here?" Selphie directed at the two girls.
"We know you all too well, Selphie," said Quistis, "and we know that you've been deprived of sexual amusement and so Rinoa and I predicted that you'd come up with some plan to get the men naked."
Selphie's jaw dropped.
"Anyways, that's not important. What are you planning to do?" asked Rinoa.
Selphie opened her mouth to explain and then the door burst open and Seifer came flying in, furiously swinging Hyperion around, rage in his eyes.
"Where's that little bitch?!" He demanded, "I'll kill her!"
Quistis got up and shoved her hand down Seifer's pants.
"Calm down, or I'll have to punish you," she said coyly, and Seifer dropped Hyperion at once and sat down.
"What the hell's going on?" Zell shouted.
"Whatever," grunted Squall, who had pulled a Playgirl off Selphie's shelf and was staring at it.
"Shit, man," Zell said, leaning over Squall's shoulder. "I guess the 'big hands/feet' thing is just a load of bullshit… for Seifer."
Seifer snapped to attention.
"What the hell do you mean by that?!"
Everyone turned and looked at him, questioningly. Seifer turned red.
"Don't mind me," he said, embarrassed.
Selphie stamped her foot.
"Attention, peoples!" she yelled. "I brought you all here for a very good reason!"
"What?" chorused the group in unison.
"We're going to play 'Temptation!'
Everyone's face, except Selphie's, went white.
~*~
PiskyBoo: Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up soon…R/R please, so I'll know how I'm doing! ^_\^ ^/_^