Interested, but why 2015? xD
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I'm sorry, guys. I've been busy, with my mom in the hospital and school. I'll post ASAP.
Oh wow. I'm sorry to hear that :(
If things are rough on your end and you can't post, don't be afraid to tell us, man.
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... You gonna post, @Otaku95? If you're not, I'll just post myself so we can keep things moving.
I mean, I doubted the two would like each other very much in general, Corey being Corey and Florence being 'Kira II: Grumpy Teenage Boogaloo'. Presumably this'll just mean that they're not going to be beating about the bush with it. ;p
It involves lewd. Or donuts. Possibly/probably both.
Corey's got an answer to Florence's question, Fish. But I'm not sure she's gonna like it xD
"Net der'ma, bitch," said a husky voice coming from behind Bruno. "This shit has 'Stand' written all over it. Not one of my daddy's either."
The girl with the wild pink dreadlocks was Corey Bratva, and she had every right to speak on the subject. After all, it was her father who had gifted her and most of the people in this town with abilities using that mysterious bow and arrow. Whether by face, name or reputation, Corey knew almost every Stand user in Pleasant Valley. She was the whos-who for the Boomtown Rats, so to speak. And even she'd never seen anything like this.
She knelt and balled a little bit of the wet sand in her hand, rolling it around to see how it felt. She didn't like it. It was coarse, rough, irritating... and it got everywhere. Corey stuck out her tongue. Without warning she summoned her Stand to help her and hurled the dirt ball out to sea like a pitcher aiming high. A a few hundred feet out, the blob crashed against the rough ocean waves, distinegrating into the water.
Corey brushed the sand off on her leather jacket.
"Ughh, this guy's scent is all over the beach too. Is he seriously this roided out or is he just like one of those CSI dipshits who likes to cum all over the victim's furniture or something?"
The girl with the wild pink dreadlocks was Corey Bratva, and she had every right to speak on the subject. After all, it was her father who had gifted her and most of the people in this town with abilities using that mysterious bow and arrow. Whether by face, name or reputation, Corey knew almost every Stand user in Pleasant Valley. She was the whos-who for the Boomtown Rats, so to speak. And even she'd never seen anything like this.
She knelt and balled a little bit of the wet sand in her hand, rolling it around to see how it felt. She didn't like it. It was coarse, rough, irritating... and it got everywhere. Corey stuck out her tongue. Without warning she summoned her Stand to help her and hurled the dirt ball out to sea like a pitcher aiming high. A a few hundred feet out, the blob crashed against the rough ocean waves, distinegrating into the water.
Corey brushed the sand off on her leather jacket.
"Ughh, this guy's scent is all over the beach too. Is he seriously this roided out or is he just like one of those CSI dipshits who likes to cum all over the victim's furniture or something?"
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Kyosuke blushed (thankfully with his face still pressed to the ground) when Usami said he was "cute". Did... did that mean she liked him? He didn't really have much experience with dating or anything like that, but that had to count as flirting, didn't it? Even if she did say he looked like a lost puppy.
Come on man, hold your horses before you get too excited. She is an extraspecies...
Dude who cares? A really hot older girl just said she thinks you're cute. I think that kind of transcends cultural borders a bit. Besides, Usami seems nice... as long you don't touch her tail, otherwise she'll kick you so hard she'll snap your neck like a pretzel stick.
Well that sobering thought kind of ruined his mood. Kyosuke cursed his brain, wishing he hadn't even thought about that last part.
Then something heavy plopped down on top of him and almost turned his seiza into full-on prone position. Kyosuke grunted under the weight. It felt soft in some areas but hard and scratchy in others, and while he had the vague sensation of a wet towel on his back, the mass was far too heavy to be human. Unless...
Kyosuke smiled weakly where no one could see it. No, that was impossible. Sure the lump on top of him was warm, soft, and had the general characteristics of Misa Kito, but there was no way she was actually sitting on top of him right now. There was no way he was being used as a human chair by a naked stranger he'd just met.
The blood-filled sack that made up Misa's ancillary thorax uncurled on his left side and touched the ground, and Kyosuke groaned. She'd done it. She'd really gone and sat on him while he was bowing. How embarrassing...
That was it. Kyosuke had had it. First he'd gotten shot by her by mistake, then she wouldn't even apologize or call him by name, and now she was using him as a stool like this was some sort of fucked up BDSM roleplay. This damn mosquito girl...
"Get... OFF ME!" Kyosuke yelled as he bucked and forced Misa off his back. She went tumbling to the floor. Kyosuke got up and pointed a finger at her.
"I can't believe you! You think that just because you're stronger than me means you can boss me around however you want?! Well I'm not your fucking chair! I mean, how disrespectful can you be? You're supposed to be working for me! How about you start acting like it by apologizing?"
... is what he would've said, if Kyosuke was a braver man. Or a stronger one, for that matter. As it was, simply throwing her off his back was something his stringy little muscles just wouldn't allow. Not that he would have anyway even if he could. He was too afraid of getting impaled by that giant natural syringe she probably used to suck people dry like Cell from Dragonball Z.
So instead, all he offered was a feeble "please... get off of me...". It was almost a relief when Ryūko tugged at Misa's antennae again. The moment the bug girl started squirming Kyosuke was freed out from under the oppressive weight of her ass (phatness status pending) and he got up, his face thoroughly red.
Mao started mouthing off about the bro code and all Kyosuke could think to do was glare at him. Why didn't you help? the look seemed to say.
Come on man, hold your horses before you get too excited. She is an extraspecies...
Dude who cares? A really hot older girl just said she thinks you're cute. I think that kind of transcends cultural borders a bit. Besides, Usami seems nice... as long you don't touch her tail, otherwise she'll kick you so hard she'll snap your neck like a pretzel stick.
Well that sobering thought kind of ruined his mood. Kyosuke cursed his brain, wishing he hadn't even thought about that last part.
Then something heavy plopped down on top of him and almost turned his seiza into full-on prone position. Kyosuke grunted under the weight. It felt soft in some areas but hard and scratchy in others, and while he had the vague sensation of a wet towel on his back, the mass was far too heavy to be human. Unless...
Kyosuke smiled weakly where no one could see it. No, that was impossible. Sure the lump on top of him was warm, soft, and had the general characteristics of Misa Kito, but there was no way she was actually sitting on top of him right now. There was no way he was being used as a human chair by a naked stranger he'd just met.
The blood-filled sack that made up Misa's ancillary thorax uncurled on his left side and touched the ground, and Kyosuke groaned. She'd done it. She'd really gone and sat on him while he was bowing. How embarrassing...
That was it. Kyosuke had had it. First he'd gotten shot by her by mistake, then she wouldn't even apologize or call him by name, and now she was using him as a stool like this was some sort of fucked up BDSM roleplay. This damn mosquito girl...
"Get... OFF ME!" Kyosuke yelled as he bucked and forced Misa off his back. She went tumbling to the floor. Kyosuke got up and pointed a finger at her.
"I can't believe you! You think that just because you're stronger than me means you can boss me around however you want?! Well I'm not your fucking chair! I mean, how disrespectful can you be? You're supposed to be working for me! How about you start acting like it by apologizing?"
... is what he would've said, if Kyosuke was a braver man. Or a stronger one, for that matter. As it was, simply throwing her off his back was something his stringy little muscles just wouldn't allow. Not that he would have anyway even if he could. He was too afraid of getting impaled by that giant natural syringe she probably used to suck people dry like Cell from Dragonball Z.
So instead, all he offered was a feeble "please... get off of me...". It was almost a relief when Ryūko tugged at Misa's antennae again. The moment the bug girl started squirming Kyosuke was freed out from under the oppressive weight of her ass (phatness status pending) and he got up, his face thoroughly red.
Mao started mouthing off about the bro code and all Kyosuke could think to do was glare at him. Why didn't you help? the look seemed to say.
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10 yrs ago
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>only a few pages in
>we already have some flirting, partial nudity, bunny boobies, and even human chairs
Gang, I am not disappoint.
*Turbo toots the horn*
All aboard the Lewd Train!
>we already have some flirting, partial nudity, bunny boobies, and even human chairs
Gang, I am not disappoint.
*Turbo toots the horn*
All aboard the Lewd Train!
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