Tiny Miniskirts
A Series of Fullmetal Alchemist Short Stories
Author: Kurama-Sweethart (Moe)
Rating: Changed to Teen: For Ed's mouth and sexual references
Pairings: Various - yaoi, yuri, het, incest... all that good stuff.

Bitter
Words: 181

Somewhere along the line Paninya had heard someone say to her, in a loving, matter-of-factly sort of voice: "You always chase what you want for yourself." She had never paid much attention to the warning, because at the time as a naïve little girl, she hadn't thought it made much sense to begin with.

And suddenly, in the middle of lovemaking, it came rushing back to her. She had forgotten it all these years, and she found it rather odd that it would come up so suddenly now. However as she dwelled on it, through the gasps and moans of their sex, she realized it was true and applied to her more than she ever imagined.

Winry had full, perfectly shaped breasts that were positioned just right on her chest; she had thin, lithe legs and wore that bouncy skirt that bobbed just high enough to entice hungry eyes. Her skin was fair and her eyes a clear, crystalline blue- everything a tomboy like Paninya had grown up wishing she could be.

You always chase what you want for yourself, she thought bitterly over a twitch of orgasm.

Ice Cream
Words: 187

Al soon came to realize he had missed out on a lot of things over the years. The second he had been returned to his original, 10-year-old body, he was eager and hungry for anything and everything. He remembered little of the sensations that he was now fascinated with- and this was no different.

"Ice cream?" He asked hesitantly, sliding the frozen treat across his spoon, watching it leave a creamy trail down the handle. "I… think I remember."

Ed laughed, shoveling it into his mouth. "Yeah. It's got-" he paused to shudder. "-Milk in it, but it's been frozen and contorted enough you can't really taste it."

The younger Elric lifted the spoon to his lips uncertainly, letting the half-melted ice cream slip down his throat. "Wow, brother! This is really good!" He exclaimed happily, taking another bite. "I can't believe I don't remember-"

He was cut off when Ed gripped his chin in one flesh hand and brought their lips together. When they pulled apart, Al gave him a questioning look. "You had some on your face." His older brother answered before taking another bite.

Damned
Words: 203

They were bound by the one thing they had in common- loved ones they had left behind, yet could not remember. They were born as adults- the naiveté of childhood forever lost to them. It was their curse, after all, to be bound to a life of numb, emotionless existence. Unlike humans, they were not plagued by morals or virtues that could only get in the way of their plan- no, they were something much higher. Their similarities were what bound them, perhaps the drive of their namesake's intervening somewhere along the way.

But Sloth needed an excuse, and Lust needed understanding. They had both left behind those important to them, things that if they were able to think clearly would have killed them, if they knew just how much pain they put them through. Sloth looked upon the faces of her children and felt no recognition, no love or pride in them and what they had sacrificed on her behalf. Lust saw the scarred man of her brother, so alike him and everything she admired. And yet she put an end to his life herself.

They were bound by the one, sinful thing they had in common- they were destined for damnation.

To Be Continued. Wheee! Chapter Three, Nine Themes and many more ideas to be put on the plate. : 3 Enjoy.