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*I love Zell to death. I'm just unintentionally bashing him.
No one knew what Temptation was.
"I'll explain," said Selphie, evil ideas flying wildly through her head.
"The objective of the game is to see how long someone can resist a tempting thing or situation under a whole shitload of pressure. There's no limit of what you can tell people to do- it just adds to the fun. And we take turns, like in Truth or Dare."
Zell jumped up and stamped his foot.
"I'll be damned if I have to take any order from Seifer!"
"Shut up, Zell, you nut-hugger," snapped Quistis.
Zell sputtered.
"We know everything, Zell, so don't look at us like we've got five tits or something."
Selphie picked up Hyperion and began flailing it around.
"Order! Order!" she screamed.
"Watch it, you insane psycho bitch! Hyperion is precious!" Seifer cried out, snatching the gunblade from Selphie and cradling it in his arms like a baby.
"Fine!" snorted Selphie.
Irvine spoke up for the first time.
"Selphie, don'tcha think this is a little too bland? I mean, this shit doesn't even compare to what goes on when we're alone and in-"
Selphie swung her foot out and nailed Irvine right in the nuts. He fainted at once. Squall suddenly came to life and began giving him CPR. Rinoa was not amused.
"Get off him, Squall! I'm your one and only, so start showing it!"
Squall pushed Rinoa to the floor and continued his attempts to bring Irvine back to life.
Rinoa cried. Quistis whipped out a roll of duct tape and wound it around the other girl's head. Rinoa ceased her sobs but continued to moo in frustration.
"Enough bullshit!" Selphie screeched out, in exasperation. "The game starts right now!"
"Okay, I'm going first," said Seifer, evilly. "Zell!"
Zell slammed his fist into the ground but didn't dare complain, knowing well what Selphie might do to him.
"What?" he spat.
Seifer rubbed his chin in thought, then whispered something in Quistis' ear. Quistis got up and to Zell's surprise, twisted his arms behind his back and slapped a pair of heavy-duty handcuffs on his wrists. Zell was left sitting on the floor in nothing but his nut-huggers.
Quistis then pulled a Playgirl issue off the shelf and flipped through it until she found the centerfold of the month. Coincidentally, it was Seifer, done up in leather, spikes and holding Hyperion and a whip. He looked like he was ready to dish out some pain. She set it in front of Zell so Seifer couldn't see it.
"Now!" grinned Seifer, totally unaware of what Zell was ogling at. "Let's see how long you're gonna last, Chicken-wuss, and let's throw in a couple other…temptations."
Zell broke out into a cold sweat.
1 Nononononono this can't be happening…
But it was. And there was nothing Zell could do about the prominent boner he was developing.
The group (including both Squall and Irvine, who were both fully awake and giving each other dirty looks) was focused on the spiky blonde who was trying his best to avert his eyes from the erotica that was two inches away from them.
Squall became really horny all of the sudden and began gyrating against the floor.
Zell was nearly in tears.
The girls were in awe, eyes glittering with glee.
Seifer looked smug.
Irvine unconsciously sucked his finger, never looking away.
Four and a half minutes had passed.
Zell was in agony- and then he snapped. The handcuffs, of course.
He grabbed ahold of himself and jerked off frantically, with almost a hint of relief in his face.
On the opposite side of the room, Seifer's ears burned with embarrassment. He knew he liked it. God forbid if-
SPLAT!
Zell had good aim- he got it right in Seifer's eye.
The girls squealed with laughter, rolling on the floor.
Squall was still gyrating, but Irvine had since come to his senses and was smothering giggles.
"Okay! That was great!" Selphie giggled.
"Hey! Is that ME?!" Seifer exclaimed as he pounded Zell. He had noticed his picture in the open magazine. He snatched it up and blushed, shoving it inside his trenchcoat.
"Squall, you can stop that now," Rinoa said, having since torn the tape off along with a layer of skin.
But he didn't until Quistis slapped him several times.
"It's Zell's turn!" shrieked Selphie.
Zell contemplated.
"Uhhh…Irvine, I guess," he muttered.
"Hey! What about us girls?" Rinoa whined.
"We're just the spectators," explained Selphie. "It's a lot funner that way."
"Awwww! I wanna play, too!"
Quistis growled in frustration.
"Shut up, you stupid, whiny bitch!" she snapped. Rinoa immediately shut up, but didn't lose the kicked-dog look. "As you were saying, Zell?"
*I love Zell to death. I'm just unintentionally bashing him.
No one knew what Temptation was.
"I'll explain," said Selphie, evil ideas flying wildly through her head.
"The objective of the game is to see how long someone can resist a tempting thing or situation under a whole shitload of pressure. There's no limit of what you can tell people to do- it just adds to the fun. And we take turns, like in Truth or Dare."
Zell jumped up and stamped his foot.
"I'll be damned if I have to take any order from Seifer!"
"Shut up, Zell, you nut-hugger," snapped Quistis.
Zell sputtered.
"We know everything, Zell, so don't look at us like we've got five tits or something."
Selphie picked up Hyperion and began flailing it around.
"Order! Order!" she screamed.
"Watch it, you insane psycho bitch! Hyperion is precious!" Seifer cried out, snatching the gunblade from Selphie and cradling it in his arms like a baby.
"Fine!" snorted Selphie.
Irvine spoke up for the first time.
"Selphie, don'tcha think this is a little too bland? I mean, this shit doesn't even compare to what goes on when we're alone and in-"
Selphie swung her foot out and nailed Irvine right in the nuts. He fainted at once. Squall suddenly came to life and began giving him CPR. Rinoa was not amused.
"Get off him, Squall! I'm your one and only, so start showing it!"
Squall pushed Rinoa to the floor and continued his attempts to bring Irvine back to life.
Rinoa cried. Quistis whipped out a roll of duct tape and wound it around the other girl's head. Rinoa ceased her sobs but continued to moo in frustration.
"Enough bullshit!" Selphie screeched out, in exasperation. "The game starts right now!"
"Okay, I'm going first," said Seifer, evilly. "Zell!"
Zell slammed his fist into the ground but didn't dare complain, knowing well what Selphie might do to him.
"What?" he spat.
Seifer rubbed his chin in thought, then whispered something in Quistis' ear. Quistis got up and to Zell's surprise, twisted his arms behind his back and slapped a pair of heavy-duty handcuffs on his wrists. Zell was left sitting on the floor in nothing but his nut-huggers.
Quistis then pulled a Playgirl issue off the shelf and flipped through it until she found the centerfold of the month. Coincidentally, it was Seifer, done up in leather, spikes and holding Hyperion and a whip. He looked like he was ready to dish out some pain. She set it in front of Zell so Seifer couldn't see it.
"Now!" grinned Seifer, totally unaware of what Zell was ogling at. "Let's see how long you're gonna last, Chicken-wuss, and let's throw in a couple other…temptations."
Zell broke out into a cold sweat.
1 Nononononono this can't be happening…
But it was. And there was nothing Zell could do about the prominent boner he was developing.
The group (including both Squall and Irvine, who were both fully awake and giving each other dirty looks) was focused on the spiky blonde who was trying his best to avert his eyes from the erotica that was two inches away from them.
Squall became really horny all of the sudden and began gyrating against the floor.
Zell was nearly in tears.
The girls were in awe, eyes glittering with glee.
Seifer looked smug.
Irvine unconsciously sucked his finger, never looking away.
Four and a half minutes had passed.
Zell was in agony- and then he snapped. The handcuffs, of course.
He grabbed ahold of himself and jerked off frantically, with almost a hint of relief in his face.
On the opposite side of the room, Seifer's ears burned with embarrassment. He knew he liked it. God forbid if-
SPLAT!
Zell had good aim- he got it right in Seifer's eye.
The girls squealed with laughter, rolling on the floor.
Squall was still gyrating, but Irvine had since come to his senses and was smothering giggles.
"Okay! That was great!" Selphie giggled.
"Hey! Is that ME?!" Seifer exclaimed as he pounded Zell. He had noticed his picture in the open magazine. He snatched it up and blushed, shoving it inside his trenchcoat.
"Squall, you can stop that now," Rinoa said, having since torn the tape off along with a layer of skin.
But he didn't until Quistis slapped him several times.
"It's Zell's turn!" shrieked Selphie.
Zell contemplated.
"Uhhh…Irvine, I guess," he muttered.
"Hey! What about us girls?" Rinoa whined.
"We're just the spectators," explained Selphie. "It's a lot funner that way."
"Awwww! I wanna play, too!"
Quistis growled in frustration.
"Shut up, you stupid, whiny bitch!" she snapped. Rinoa immediately shut up, but didn't lose the kicked-dog look. "As you were saying, Zell?"