Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Pilot Auditions ❯ And Now For Our Grand Finale ( Chapter 3 )

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Pilot Auditions
By Cyrelia J

Part 3: And Now For Our Grand Finale!!!

Heero: So is there any way to get out of this contract?

Dr J: ::shakes his head:: Nope, I'm afraid you're going to have to stay as my sex slave for as long as I want. ::riffling through his big drawer o' sex toys::

Heero: ::takes a step forward and seizes him by his lab coat::Look here old man...

Duo: ::calls out from behind a large shelf:: Hey! I found his 1001 Contract Clauses book! ::tosses it to Heero::

Heero: ::reads:: ...it says all I have to do is defeat you in Mortal Kombat. ::looks up and eyes Dr J::

Dr J: ::looks at death glare:: N-now you don't really mean that Heero...

Heero: ::brandishing a big pink dildo:: let's see how you like having this thing shoved up your ass.

Dr J: ::runs::

Heero: ::runs after him:: Get back here old man! I'm gonna teach you a lesson about keeping your hands to yourself!

Duo: ::laughing and clapping:: Hey Leslie, Finish him!!!

Heero: ::calls back:: I told you it's Heero now!...

Professor G: ::comes up behind Duo:: Ah now that they're finally gone...::glomps him from behind:: And now my cherie... we can make l'amour ::kisskisskiss::

Duo: Gyaaah!!!! ::takes off running a 'la looney tunes style::Get it off of me!!!!!

Professor G: I am coming for you cherie! ::bounces after him::

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Quatre: I've finally got you alone. And I know your secret too my banged beauty.

Trowa: ...secret? ::Scooting to the far end of the couch:: I thought we were gonna watch a movie...

Quatre: Aha! It was all a clever plot to trap you here! C'mon don't be shy. ::fingers creeping to his leg::

Trowa: I think you must be mistaken... ::trying to pry his hand off::

Quatre: You're all mine now!! ::pounces on him hands wandering under his shirt::

Trowa:...um...excuse me?!

Quatre: ::stops upon realizing Trowa's chest is completely flat::Don't tell me you're a- a?..... ::eyes widen in horror::

Trowa: ::flatly:: a guy?

Quatre: ::stares at Trowa's crotch:: You can't be!!

Trowa: You want me to prove it or something?

Quatre: B-but I'm not gay! You can't be a guy!! ::grabs a hold of his crotch::

Trowa: ::slaps him:: Hey hey what kinda guy do you think I am?!

Quatre: ::near tears:: I'M NOT GAY!

Trowa: ::thinks for a minute patting him:: Well...there's really only one way to be certain...

Quatre: What? ::looks up forlornly::

Trowa: ::dramatic sigh:: You'll just have to kiss me and find out...

Quatre: well...I suppose... ::kisses him:: So... what do you think? ::anxiously::

Trowa: ::grave look:: I can't tell anything yet... I'm afraid we're simply gonna have to try again.

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Treize: So Chang...my extensive research has shown that you're highly susceptible to hypnotic suggestion.

Wufei: ::nervously:: What do you mean by that? ::backing towards the door::

Treize: It means ::motioning to Zechs:: that I want to conduct a small experiment.

Zechs: ::hands him a pocket watch:: The war might be over, however there still might be lingering affects...

Treize: Quite right Milliardo. And we have both nobly dedicated ourselves to making sure there's nothing wrong with your mental well being.

Wufei:...Why do I get the feeling you're not telling me something.::trying the door knob finding it locked::

Treize: You wound me dragon, but just close your eyes. Now then...you're getting sleeeepy...

Wufei: ...sleepy.... ::hand slips off the knob::

Zechs: So which should we do first sir, make him quack like a duck or become our personal Harem Boy?

Treize: Patience Milliardo...all in good time... ::rubs his hands together fiendishly::

Wufei: ::faints::

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