Ok so I realize that I haven't done this for the other chapters but here it is:
DISCLAIMER NOTICE!
Panty and Stocking with Garter belt is owned by Gainax, and its affiliates. I do not own PSG or the characters or merchandise.
This is a fan based parody meant for entertainment and not meant to be used otherwise. The story feature OC's (Original Characters) and an original plot and is based off of Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt. The story takes place shortly after the end of season 1 of the Anime: Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt.
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Mr. Michael R. Anderson
Chapter 3: Shocking
So there we were me with a black and gold scythe against my neck and Damien with the same colored revolvers pointing at his skull. The two women who wielded these weapons were in fact the ladies we saved previous chapter, the woman with the light blue hair and yellow green eyes had a single horn that matched her skin tone, making her look like a unicorn almost. The other woman had pistachio green hair and two wing-like shaped horns that poked out on either side of her head. She had the same yellow green eyes as the unicorn but what separated them the most beside the horns and hair, were their breast and fangs. The green haired one had fangs coming up and the blue haired one had fangs coming down. But let's back to their breast, they both had very nice racks, but the green haired one had a way bigger breast size, were talking at least a "DD"! But to be honest I didn't care, the most interesting one in the room was definitely the blue haired unicorn. Her breast may not be as big but damn that body, the way she held her form. Her posture, her everything; just looking at her made my heart skip like twenty beats. I felt the blood rush to my face and my face grew uncomfortably hot. I looked at her and we made eye contact for a split second. Looking into those yellow-green eyes, I could see pain and fear, and even possibly loneliness. It's as if her eyes were sending me a message, 'Save me,' or maybe even, 'hold me.' Whatever the message was, it made me want to get to know this cute unicorn.
I noticed her face turned red, well redder than what it already was. Then opened her mouth but before she could say anything…
"Where the hell are we?" proclaimed other one.
"Who is asking?" Damien responded.
"We asked first but I guess it is proper for a lady not to introduce herself. Very well."
The girls took a step back
"My name is Scanty Henshin!" exclaimed the green haired one.
"And I am her younger sister, Kneesocks, and together we are…"
And then in unison…
"WE ARE HIGH CLASS COMMANDER DEMONS!"
"So let me get this straight, your scanty and Kneesocks, you are some of hell's mightiest warriors- No, you are hell's mightiest warriors. You wield scythes and guns from your undergarments?" said Damien standing up.
"Well yes simpleton, that is pretty much what we just said," said Scanty,
"Then why did you get your ass kicked by a low class level ogre? Sounds to me that you two are pretty damn weak," he said pulling out a pretty intimidating pistol, "If a low class demon kicked your ass, and if my friend here was able to destroy that thing with four attacks, then I should be able to kick your slutty asses no problem, correct?" he said giving an evil smirk.
"WHY I NEVER?!" exclaimed Kneesocks
"Sir I do believe you have sealed your fate with such demeaning terms that you have branded us with!" she said evilly and as she did I could see wings and tails appear from behind them.
Way to go Damien you stupid sack of shit. He probably just pissed off the only woman I could probably have a chance with. If I wanted to secure my chances with this girl I would have to smooth things over quickly.
"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait…hey ok so maybe some things were said and threats made but first and foremost ladies, my friend Damien is sort of brash when it comes to talking to such beautiful ladies such as yourselves," I said making eye contact with Kneesocks. Her Face immediately turns a deeper shade of scarlet. "But I promise you that we mean no harm, even if Damien here is an utter idiot."
"Hmmph. I don't have time with your shit," Damien said turning to walk out of the kitchen, "You two are welcome to stay I guess, if you need clothes ask Knick for them. But don't bother me, don't break my shit and for god's sake wear clothes around here."
And with that Damien left upstairs. I turned to look at Kneesocks and Scanty; in hindsight I regret that decision. I think they were about to turn their wrath upon me. I felt this sudden chill down my spine and felt my knees shake. What if they kill me because Damien is such a dumbass and pissed them off. Scanty leaned in and examined me, looking over me from head to toe, then slipped behind me and observed me from behind.
"Your name, Knick, is it?" she questioned.
"U..Uh y-yes m-m-m-ma'am," I stammered scared out of my wits.
"Ma'am? Oh please do not refer to me as 'Ma'am'. Ma'am would be our poor mother, Satan bless her soul," she said.
"Yes, it is unfortunate that Father went and had her banished from the world," Kneesocks interjected.
"Quite. But what is most important is this creature of the opposite sex here in front of us. Quite an interesting species, the males, wouldn't you agree Miss Kneesocks?" Scanty asked. See this didn't bother me as much, but it's more of how she said. There was this edge to her words, almost as if she was taunting me and not the so nice taunt either. She was driving me mad; I had to focus on things like puppies, snow, cold showers, anything and everything to keep my manhood from making it obvious what she was doing.
"Indeed dear sister, he is rather…different from previous males we encountered. Remember that pathetic human, oh what was his name? Oh yes Brief, remember how he would grovel at that slut's…" she trailed off. It was apparent that there had been a severe event that had caused unrepaireable pain in the sisters' hearts. She looked sad for a moment but immediately turned her attention back to me.
"But you, you're different from that BOY, and I emphasize boy. But you have this, charm to you. My just look at you," she said her face turning redder again. "Ohh, hehe forgive me. I blush easily," she said putting her face on either side of her face. Kneesocks was having her moment, so scanty stepped back around in front of me and got really close. She was examining me again taking in my every detail. She got closer and then licked her lips at me and gave me a very seductive wink. I felt my face grow hot and all bothered, the blood rushing to my face. I was getting uncomfortably warm with these two incredibly sexy ladies here, I don't think I'll be able to handle them living here with me , nor will I be able to stand this teasing very well.
They knew how to play with a man's mind extremely well and they were succeeding. But after everything had settled and the two sisters calmed down, I showed them around the house and the different things we had to offer. i showed them where they could find anything and everything they needed, or if needed.
"This is quite an impressive home here," Scanty complimented.
"Why thank you, course its Damien's house. I just live here, you see he took me in shortly after….Well that doesn't matter but you two are more than welcome here. Damien's kind of an asshole but means well."
"Hmm, quite. By the way he mentioned we could acquire a change of attire from you," Kneesocks said tugging on her shirt.
"Oh yeah. Sorry. Damien's sister visits every now and then, so we may be able to find you something," I said leading them upstairs. We went upstairs and took the second room on the right from the tops of the flight of steps and I let them in. As I turned on the light, it flickered a few times and then stayed on, revealing the tiny room that held sisters' clothes. The majority of the outfits were of business attire and formal dresses; but there was some rather risqué clothing as well. Some of the outfits in question were a French maid's outfit, a playboy outfit-with ears and tail- a Chinese dress and an assortment of swimsuits, panties and bras and some casual summer wear. I felt my face turn a deep scarlet as I imagined Kneesocks and Scanty squeezing themselves into some of these skimpy outfits. I could see Scanty in the maids' outfit bending over and teasing me and Kneesocks wearing maybe the dress or bunny outfit.
"What does his sister do?" questioned Scanty, walking over picking up the maids' outfit
Why the hell would she pick that one up?!
"Seems rather scandalous," she said placing it against her and observing herself in the mirror, "Though I quite like it. What do you think of it Knick," she said looking at me giving me a seductive wink.
Oh this is fucking torture…
"I rather like this one," exclaimed Kneesocks picking up the Chinese dress and holding against herself and looking into the mirror. "I bet it would fit my form well, eh Knick?" she said giving me the same look her sister did.
Bunnies, puppies, squirrels, naked grandma, getting kicked in the sack….
"Well they are rather nice," I smiled sheepishly, "Tell ya what I'll go downstairs and whip something up and you ladies find something to wear," and with that I closed the door. I stood there gaining my composure and calmed myself.
If I survive this, I will be a true man. If anyone could resist these ladies, let them be my master…
I headed back downstairs and into the kitchen. I washed my hands and began the process of dinner. We had very little food, so I had to be cautious about what I made. There were four; well three of us, Damien would eat much later, so he wasn't a big deal. I decided to prepare curry and rice. Simple to make and can feed enough. I'll just make a trip to the grocery store tomorrow and stock up the fridge and pantry so that if anyone is hungry they won't starve. It took only a short thirty minutes or so and dinner was prepared and the table was set up for me and the sisters. As I was finishing the cleaning, I heard footsteps and turned to greet the sisters.
"Oh hi gir-," I stopped abruptly. This was unfair; I didn't know how to deal with this. This was beyond fair, this was fucking torture. Scanty wore a pair of green black shorts that might as well have been panties. She wore a tank top that barely covered her massive breasts and apparently it was cold in here to her. Kneesocks wore a pair of blue shorts that were just as, if not shorter than Scanty's, which I didn't think was possible, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a shirt, but was wearing a baggy zip up jacket that showed too much cleavage. I felt blood drip from my nose.
"Oh my gosh Knick!" exclaimed Kneesocks rushing to me with a napkin covering my nose, "Are you ok?" she said as her breast brushed against my arm, radiating pure heat.
"O-oh certainly, I am quite alright," I told her, wearing a smile on my face. I turned back to the cleaning.
"So why would Damien's sister have such crude clothing?" asked Scanty, rubbing her breast.
"What do you mean?" I said, trying my damnedest to ignore their erotic and otherwise erratic behavior in such clothing.
"Well other than what we saw when we entered with you, there were provocative clothing."
"Such as?"
"Well there was a quite a collection of leather clothing, an assortment of 'cowgirl' attire, and several western comic book character costumes. Apparently Damien's sister is what you earth dwellers would call a 'Hussy'," Scanty proclaimed as she took a seat at the stylized table, her voluptuous breast bouncing and coming to a rest on the table top.
Puppiesbunniesnakedgrandmayo ursisterpubicuts! I screamed in my hand
"I have no idea…Lira is rather…weird." I said sitting at the table, Kneesocks following suit.
"Well enjoy your dinner girls."
"Thank you Knick."
With that we enjoyed the rest of the night and soon followed to bed, resting are exhausted bodies from today's crazy events.
In another part of town
A man with bright red hair that had orange highlights, sat on top of a roof smoking a cigarette and a woman with light pink hair and glistening emerald eyes stood next to him. The cold fall air kissed their faces gently, and lifted their hair into the starry night. The man drew on his cigarette and blew the smoke into the frosty night.
"Are we certain that what we seek is indeed in this cesspool of sin?" asked the pink-haired girl.
"Well from the various reports yes. According to the influx of scout reports this is where The Champion is supposed to have settled down," said the man with the hair.
"Are you positive Firestarter?" asked he pink haired one.
"Yes. The Scout, The Seer and even the E-report provided evident data from the increase flux of heavenly and demonic data in the area. It even picked up a massive E-energy reading. If The Champion is indeed here, we need to be on the look-out for massive energy levels," said Firestarter.
"It would make sense for The Champion to be here. All the corruption and angel and demon energy surging here would mask even the strongest Equalizer abilities, well as long as the Equalizer didn't use its abilities,"
There was a chilling silence between the two as the wind began to strengthen and varied in strength for a few minutes. The wind began bending around the two and increased in strength. They looked at the moon and back around to the hustle and bustle of Daten City's corrupted night life. People came and went throughout the busy streets of Daten City. They watched the different gangs and blasphemous acts occur and it disgusted them. They were for order and structure and this town tormented them.
"Firestarter can we not rid this world of this city? It would be so much better off without this pigsty," said the pink-haired girl.
"Patience dear Lightning Streak, fortunate for this city it is not our place to rid this city of its petulance. We will do our job and try to reason with The Champion or at least try to release him from his prison. He is the ultimate goal," Firestarter stated as he stood up and flicked his cigarette into the alley below.
"Patience. Something we cannot afford, but I know that my dear little friends will keep Mr. Champion safe from harm," said a mysterious voice. The pair turns turned around to see a man with bright golden hair and a white smile.
"My dear little friends, it is ever so good to see you again. How have you been? I this day finding you well?" asked the bright man.
"Well if isn't our friend The Noble," hissed Lightning Streak.
"What do you want with us?" exclaimed Firestarter.
"Please, calm thyself. The Witch and The Enkindler," said The Noble. "I have missed you two ever so much," he approached the edge of the building and looked down at the night life.
"Why are you here?" questioned Lightning Streak.
"My dear Lightning Streak, please calm yourself. You don't want to break that little heart of yours, do you?" he said shooting a very evil look her way.
"You bastard," exclaimed Firestarter.
"You best keep your composure as well. You wouldn't want a repeat of our last encounter would you?" said The Noble. He shot both a very evil grin and turned his back to them.
"There is only one reason you could possible want anything from us," said Firestarter.
"It's just like before, you're here to use us again," said Lightning Streak looking at the ground, letting her hair cover her eyes.
The Noble is a crafty man who is approximately five feet and eight inches tall and has a sick and twisted demeanor. His golden hair shines against his pale skin and snow white suit. He always wore a smile to cover his unstable madness and enjoyed the pain and suffering he caused people. He was the very definition of sadist. Everyone who he touched in the world and met usually didn't survive very long after. The Witch and The Enkindler are an example of two people who has not been destroyed by his madness,, well not entirely by his evil. But he uses the people he meets to accomplish his evil plans and he exploits their weakness and eventually causes them unrepaireable scarring and misery.
"My friends, today will be a truly wonderful day," he turns and the evil is overflowing from him, "Today, the city will learn to fear The Noble and know my name!" he laughed.
"And even The Champion will know the taste of death," he laughed again menacingly.
His evil laugh chilled the already windy and cold night to freezing temperatures. The air turned to ice at the edge of his words and the sky seemed to darken. Daten was in trouble and The Noble was sure to have his way with it. It goes to show that even the good guys have their flaws.
What's sad, is this guy is on our side.
End of Chapter 3
Author's note:
Howdy everyone! Hope that my work has been entertaining for you and enjoyable. I want to apologize for some obvious grammatical errors and minor spellings, finishing stories at 4:00 is rough, but I thoroughly enjoy writing and it brings me great joy to here feedback and see you guys reading this. I want to welcome a friend of mine as well into the story scene, he will be my beta reader and hopefully producing his own work here on he doesn't have an account yet, but look forward to his handiwork in this story.
Hope this was all enjoyable,
Mr. Michael R. Anderson