Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Lonely Wish ❯ Ooh! Can I borrow him? ( Chapter 2 )

"Ooh Marron, I don't know what to do!"

Marron watched as Pan stomped and paced back and forth in the sand and nodded every once in awhile to confirm that she was listening.

"I mean, it's just… I finally get a strong boyfriend, and I have to hide him! I can't even prove to Goten that I've finally gotten one, because he's a Saiyan!" Pan continued, tears of self-pity streaming down her face.

Marron sighed and stood up from her beach-chair.

"Look Panny," she started. "Why don't you let me meet him, that way I can vouch for you that he's not some homicidal maniac of a Saiyan and that he's actually a good guy?"

Pan paused and shifted nervously. Marron raised one eyebrow at her questioningly.

"Umm… well, you see…" Pan started, looking away for an instant. "He… well, he only listens to me. That was part of the wish, you remember, and… I'm not sure what he'll be like around other people…"

"Oh, relax!" Marron said, waving her hand dismissively. "He can't be that bad, right?"

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"I take it back." She squeaked and hid behind Pan.

"Oh come on, he's not that bad…"

Brolli growled and stared directly through Pan, boring into Marron with a threatening intensity. She didn't seem a threat… but then again, appearances could be deceiving. It was better to be cautious, for now…

"Brolli, stop growling at her."

He glared suddenly at having his defense mechanism shut off involuntarily, but Pan simply rolled her eyes.

"U-um, Panny…" Marron started, getting slightly more confident. "Why… why doesn't he have any clothes on?" And she blushed at the feelings that seeing a man naked stirred in her.

"Oh…" Pan said slowly. "… I guess I kind of forgot about that."

"Y-you forgot? How could you forget about clothes?" Marron gawked.

`Well, it was kinda easy. No one else has seen him yet, and I just never saw the need to give him clothes… maybe when it gets colder or something…" Pan mused, looking him up and down.

Marron got a sly look in her eyes and smirked.

"… You have sex with him, don't you Panny?"

Pan choked and her eyes bulged. Brolli stopped glaring and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"W-why would you think that Marron?" she stuttered.

Marron only smirked more.

"It's obvious, isn't it? I mean, you're keeping a naked man out in the middle of nowhere, and you have him under your complete control, completely at your mercy… it's like having your own sex pet!"

Pan's eye twitched and she blushed.

"You're making it sound like he's a prostitute and I'm his pimp or something," she muttered.

Marron twitched one eyebrow upwards and grinned.

"I AM NOT!" Pan shouted angrily.

Brolli twitched violently at her voice and felt the urge to destroy whatever was making her yell like that. But he had previously been forbidden to so much as growl at the other girl… he frowned deeply instead.

Aw, come on Panny, I'm your friend, right?" Marron said pleadingly.

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`This is boring,' he thought, watching the blonde-haired girl impale herself on his length and bob up and down, moaning. He sighed and went back in his mind to what he had been told.

"Now Brolli, listen up," Pan was saying. "You've never had sex with anyone but me, right?"

He nodded.

"Alright. Well, I decided that you should have some more experience. If you're as old as my grandpa and you've never even had sex before me, you have a lot of catching up to do!"

He stared blankly, having no idea what she was talking about but listening anyway.

"So I'm giving you to Marron for awhile. You are to do as she says until I get you back, alright?"

He frowned as the tickling went up and down his spine.

"Yes."

Which is how he got be laying on his back on a bed in a decorated room he didn't recognize and confused him, with a female who slightly annoyed him, but had managed to get him aroused anyway. No matter.

She moaned loudly and he felt her juices run out of her and across his skin. He looked at the ceiling and waited until she was done.

"Marron, could you be a little quieter dear?" a cool voice said from the doorway. Marron froze and turned her head fearfully.

"O-o-oh…. Hi mom…." She stammered. 18 sighed.

"Marron, put your clothes on and go wait in the living room. Me and your partner here are going to talk."

She complied quickly, and with a hurried whisper to Brolli to obey her mother and not hurt her, she scurried out.

18 smirked as her daughter left the room, and closed and locked the door behind her.

"Well," she started, walking over to the bed side where Brolli had sat up halfway and not even bothered to cover up, seeing no point in it. 18 glanced down at his swollen member and then back up at his face.

"My daughter was apparently not enough for you." She stated bluntly, not accusing, just remarking on a fact. Brolli grunted and shrugged slightly.

She sat down on the bed's edge, apparently thinking for a moment before acting. She pushed on his chest and he fell backwards, landing back on the bed again with a soft groan to release the air from his lungs. He glanced at her to see what she was up to, and inhaled sharply as something tight and almost unbearably hot was eased around his length. He moaned and let his head fall back onto the pillow and realized it was this woman, straddling him and rolling her hips into his and clenching the walls around his member in waves, gradually picking up speed until he finally erupted, almost roaring at the release. He collapsed back onto the bed and regained his breath quickly.

She slid off of him.

"Well well…" she said, gazing at him with an appraising look. "How would you like to come with me, pet?"