05-21-2006, 10:57 AM
Title: Mask
Series Adventure 02
Characters: Palmon, Mimi (Mr & Mrs tachikawa)
Pairings: Palmon/Mimi
Rating: R
Word count: 118
Note: A friend granted me a drabble request. So I asked for Jyou/Gomamon. And because he did it (far beyond what I expected, actually) and commented as to being grateful I didn't request Palmon/Mimi, I felt compelled. I am not a Yuri boy, but the plotbunny was not one I could afford to let go.
The purple-tipped green snake crawled across the hallway. In the kitchen were voices. It went that way. It reached to Mimi's chair and slowly wrapped itself up along one of the legs. Then it slipped between her legs, under her ultrashort skirt.
She would not scream. She would not moan. She would not squirm. She would not blush if there was anything she could do not to. Even as she was being so delightfully tortured. She continued the discussion in her usual preppy voice. The girl eventually gave a short squeak and turned around to look toward her room with a very, very scary smile.
She was getting her revenge tonight. Palmon had better be ready for it.
Title: The Altar
Series Adventure 02
Characters: V-mon, Daisuke (Wormmon, Ken)
Pairings: Hum...let's see... Daiken, VeeWorm and what I think is one-sided Veesuke
Rating: R
Word count: 142
Note: Yay! Written for a contest with the theme "sacrifice"
Daisuke squirmed.
"That tickles!" he protested.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" V-mon wondered.
The digimon wasn't sure what was worse: Daisuke standing in the kitchen in nothing but bunny ears and tail, being tasked with painting him with chocolate covering, or the fact he wasn't allowed to have his way with any of the two. He sighed and slurped back his drooling, trying his best to control himself.
"You know, when I need to surprise Wormmon, I just get him a videogame he can actually play," the digimon added.
"But this is Ken we're talking! Ken is worth everything!" Daisuke confirmed, squirming some more as the brush trailed against his skin.
V-mon sighed more loudly. There would be no talking his partner out of it. His boyfriend was the only altar Daisuke would always be willing to sacrifice his pride on.
Series Adventure 02
Characters: Palmon, Mimi (Mr & Mrs tachikawa)
Pairings: Palmon/Mimi
Rating: R
Word count: 118
Note: A friend granted me a drabble request. So I asked for Jyou/Gomamon. And because he did it (far beyond what I expected, actually) and commented as to being grateful I didn't request Palmon/Mimi, I felt compelled. I am not a Yuri boy, but the plotbunny was not one I could afford to let go.
The purple-tipped green snake crawled across the hallway. In the kitchen were voices. It went that way. It reached to Mimi's chair and slowly wrapped itself up along one of the legs. Then it slipped between her legs, under her ultrashort skirt.
She would not scream. She would not moan. She would not squirm. She would not blush if there was anything she could do not to. Even as she was being so delightfully tortured. She continued the discussion in her usual preppy voice. The girl eventually gave a short squeak and turned around to look toward her room with a very, very scary smile.
She was getting her revenge tonight. Palmon had better be ready for it.
Title: The Altar
Series Adventure 02
Characters: V-mon, Daisuke (Wormmon, Ken)
Pairings: Hum...let's see... Daiken, VeeWorm and what I think is one-sided Veesuke
Rating: R
Word count: 142
Note: Yay! Written for a contest with the theme "sacrifice"
Daisuke squirmed.
"That tickles!" he protested.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" V-mon wondered.
The digimon wasn't sure what was worse: Daisuke standing in the kitchen in nothing but bunny ears and tail, being tasked with painting him with chocolate covering, or the fact he wasn't allowed to have his way with any of the two. He sighed and slurped back his drooling, trying his best to control himself.
"You know, when I need to surprise Wormmon, I just get him a videogame he can actually play," the digimon added.
"But this is Ken we're talking! Ken is worth everything!" Daisuke confirmed, squirming some more as the brush trailed against his skin.
V-mon sighed more loudly. There would be no talking his partner out of it. His boyfriend was the only altar Daisuke would always be willing to sacrifice his pride on.