Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Naughty Kitty Theaters ❯ Ep. 5.67 Halloween! She's so mean! ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Episode 5.69 / Halloween! She's so mean!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. None. And I am not getting money for this. That is why I have a regular job: to pay the bills.
Warning; this chapter contains some BD activities, Oral, but most of all: bestiality rape!
Remember: Rape is something not to be done in real life. It's a bad thing to do. To me; it makes me want to vomit blood.
Candidates to star in the much anticipated “Bare Bitch Project” movie...........it's Clair & Mewtwo.
Clair: happy Halloween & and welcome back to another installment of the highly shitty ass fanfic that is...Naughty Kitty Theaters. I'm your fellow co-host, Clair. For Halloween, I'm all dolled up as the local witch: `Tessa' or “Tabitha' for you Red Earth geeks. And as for Mr. kitty over here-
Mewtwo: ~I AM NOT A CAT, YOU STUPID WITCH!And for the record: Halloween is nothing more than a blatant excuse to be noticed. By all means: dressing up in ridiculous costumes. ~
Clair: Awwwww. ;_; Is the `widdle' kitty sad that he's about get his first hetero brutal rape scene ever? Too fuckin' bad. The viewers out there have spoken. You need to be put into you place. And who better to do that, you ask?
Mewtwo: ~Like I care? Not. ~
Clair: why it's Team Rocket's own teen elite bitch, Domino! Okay, enough stalling. The first half is called “Let's play: Master & Servant”. I don't have to remind you how this will go. Roll it! [Fic starts]
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He awoke with a small gasp. Had he been having a bad dream? For fellow genetic vagabond, Mewtwo....he'd wished his life was all but a dream. At the moment, it seemed to be just that......
......Or is it....!
With no recollection over an ominous black out state of time, did he began to wonder. “Where am I....why am I-“” There came an unexpected tug on his neck. He was lying on his back, putting some pressure throughout his spine and tail. His wrists & feet were restrained by leather belts, tight & fastened to the bed rails. His neck/s were restraining his head movements too. All he could do is to struggle violently. The all powerful psychic had been caught & imprisoned in a small dark gray room. There were no window, no electrical items around. Only candle lights hung from the side wall, and a large metal door: the route to freedom for Mewtwo. He protested “~What is the meaning of this? Whoever's idea of tying me up won't work.~” Mustering all of his psychokinetic power, Mewtwo made an attempt to break free. But alas, no effort. It seems as though someone had made the precautions to subdue his powers and render him vulnerable. “~Blast! Not even my powers can break these mysterious binds off of me…~”
Viewing the surroundings of his now `prison cell', he noticed a few odd things that did not made him feel well. Other than the bed that he was tied to, there were all sorts of torture devices. From the typical bull whips & cat o' 9 tails, right down to the handcuffs & other restraints. “~Whoever this sick bastard is, I'll make sure that-~” He was cut off, when he heard footsteps. Hearing the grinding sounds of the rustic door opening, he wanted to know his abductor/s & make 'em pay. “~Whoever you are, I'm going to enjoy making you suffer.~” the figure made way towards front end of the bad post. Mewtwo got the shock of his life, to find out who his captor was. “So, is my `widdle' kitty upset? Don't worry: by the time I'm done with you, that will be the last thing on your mind…” Out came a grim beauty that he had once thought to have forgotten him so many years ago. Standing at five four, golden locks of hair to portray young exquisiteness, was none other than…
“~DOMINO!?!?~”
He screamed when he first saw her. Indeed, it is her, the Black Tulip. The last time he had seen her, it was some years ago. She was a mere teenager, but as time goes on, so to did her cute charm was shed off, into a drop dead gorgeous woman. Although a rocket elite, her new provocative attire screams with pain mixed with wicked pleasure. Domino was dressed in a black leather leotard with nylon stockings & openings for her breasts. Her leather pumps had that femme fatale on her surroundings. In her hands, was a strong bullwhip…with his name on the end of the knot.
He did not know whether to shout out in un-frivolous anger or study her well-endowed body. The way the clothing that she was flaunting suggests a rather unfulfilled appetite for delivering punishment. She had an impressive body. Slim and well proportioned, she looked strong enough to give major hurt. The predatory smile on her lips was quickly turning into a grin of triumph. "I guess I have you right where I want you, wouldn't you say? It seems that you are in no position to make any threats to your new master.”
“~I will never work for that mad man-~”
She cut him off with her finger to his lips. (Even though he is talking to her within her mind.) “Don't get me wrong. Team Rocket & Giovanni have absolutely nothing to do with this. I & I alone did this. Now that I got your attention…” That's when Domino began to take upon herself to examine her victim.
A je ne sais quoi of badassitude. After all, there has never been anyone who could go up toe to toe, against the leader of Team Rocket. She couldn't wait to get the chance that no one has achieved: To break and to tame the most powerful pokemon. Whether he likes it or not.
Pressing the handle of the whip to the clone's cheek, Domino gave a jester of cruelty & smacked him across the face. It hurt like a motherfucker! But still, he shown no signs of physical pain. He wouldn't let her have the satisfaction of suffering in front of her. “I have a little proposition for you. Rather…an ultimatum in your case. Submit to me & I'll make sure that you'll not regret it. If for `some' reason that you won't: this is what awaits you.” From the inside of her boots, did she pulled out a surgeon's knife. Rustic & dull were the blade, along with a small whiff of tainted blood from who knows what. A flick of the wrist, & Domino had the handle in the stabbing position. She brought the edge up to his eye, all the while, dropping the whip to the floor.
"You want me to possess you, Mewtwo. Take complete control of your life. And I intend to do just that. You see, you were created to serve. Giovanni couldn't do that. No one has yet to do that. Until now.” She gave him an evil smile.
Mewtwo wanted out. Away from this psychotic slut. But he couldn't. And it was all thanks to these restraints that bound him to his cell bed. His only means to escape the appalling situation is to close his eyes. But Domino made sure that her prey were to see every detail of her malicious delight.
Chuckling softly, she pointed to her leather covered crotch, "Do you like what you see? You know what it is, don't you? Do you know what happens when I get something, do ya? I savor the delectable dish of pain and suffering. YOU. Look, mmm, mmm, De-licious!"
If he hadn't been tied down, he might have been tempted to flee. Instead, as he looked up by mistake, his cock popped out of his sheath....unexpectedly hard . He cursed himself to let the mind of a super intellectual, going after the yearning of the flesh.
"Oh! My!" she said, licking her lips, seeing the first time his dick provoked, an insatiable thrill ran up her spine. Plotting, precariously biding her time to proceed with her plan. "Is that for me? My, how sweet of you!"
Stepping back between his legs, she knelt down. "Let's see if you like this," she said, as she wrapped both hands around his tower of power.
Mewtwo's skin had screamed `fuck!', her hands were like two blocks of ice. All the blood instantly drained from his penis, which quickly shrank back into his sheath. "My God! Are you dead?" he yelled.
"Maybe. Now make it hard again, or you will be too." She placed the knife on his left brow. Slowly & very agonizing, did she cut him from brow to cheek. His flesh, the pain, it was utter hell. How he wanted to get this bitch off of him & repay the favor. But that time will have to wait soon. Right now: he would have to endure the tortures.
If he hadn't been tied down, he might have been tempted to flee. Instead, as he looked up by mistake, his cock popped out of his sheath....unexpectedly hard . He cursed himself to let the mind of a super intellectual, going after the yearning of the flesh.
"Oh! My!" she said, licking her lips, seeing the first time his dick provoked, an insatiable thrill ran up her spine. Plotting, precariously biding her time to proceed with her plan. "Is that for me? My, how sweet of you!"
Stepping back between his legs, she knelt down. "Let's see if you like this," she said, as she wrapped both hands around his tower of power.
Mewtwo's skin had screamed `fuck!', her hands were like two blocks of ice. All the blood instantly drained from his penis, which quickly shrank back into his sheath. "My God! Are you dead?" he yelled.
"Maybe. Now make it hard again, or you will be too." She placed the knife on his left brow. Slowly & very agonizing, did she cut him from brow to cheek. His flesh, the pain, it was utter hell. How he wanted to get this bitch off of him & repay the favor. But that time will have to wait soon. Right now: he would have to endure the tortures.
Not getting any results from the administered pain she was inflicting, Domino had to do something to get things heated up. Putting away the knife, she got up to the base of the bed and stomped on his limp noodle. Again, did the clone held back the guttural screams of agony, giving only a stern gruff of discomfort. Surprisingly, the painful stimulus provided an unintentional result for Mewtwo. His unit was hard again, by results of cruelty. Domino was glad to see this.
"That's a boy," she said, "I knew you could do it. I think I'll help you!" Leaning down, she flicked her tongue on the tip of his dick, causing it to jump and grow longer. Smiling at her success, she bared her teeth, opened her mouth, and gently took the cock head into her mouth. She closed her teeth around his shaft, just below the head. Keeping her teeth just tight enough, she pulled back, stretching him even more.
The stimulation caused him to grow to full hardness, so she closed her lips around the shaft, and, sucking hard, pulled back, allowing him to come out of her mouth with a loud POP.Finishing her little technique on our bound & powerless anti-hero, Domino made a stern notion that this was not the end of it all. Savoring in the delectable nectar that her captive had `given', the vile harlot began her second part objective. “My, that was quite invigorating. I hope that you still have enough strength for what's about to happen right now.”
The stimulation caused him to grow to full hardness, so she closed her lips around the shaft, and, sucking hard, pulled back, allowing him to come out of her mouth with a loud POP.Finishing her little technique on our bound & powerless anti-hero, Domino made a stern notion that this was not the end of it all. Savoring in the delectable nectar that her captive had `given', the vile harlot began her second part objective. “My, that was quite invigorating. I hope that you still have enough strength for what's about to happen right now.”
“(~Damn it! Must. Not. Give…in to her vile acts of seduction!~)” Continuing the onslaught of rubbing herself to his crotch, she made it perfectly clear to him on what she wanted. “Submit now, or beg for death.” Being a Mewtwo & all, he refused to submit. “~There's nothing that you can do, to make me be your instrument!~” There is one drawback that he had noticed. No matter how strong the mind is, that goes out the window when the opportunity of indulging the flesh of a drop-dead gorgeous girl is at hand. Hence, as his mind was in a state of perseverance, his `tool' on the other hand wanted a bit more attention. Domino had noticed, that his shaft was getting hard again. “I knew that got your attention. All men have one flaw, regardless of their species.” Realizing that the current situation that he had implemented, Mewtwo thrashed with every fiber of his being to free himself. Alas, the mysterious binds that were on his hands, feet & tail made it impossible for him to use his psychokinetic powers.
To with, she was having an even more heinous suggestion. “Uh-huh. Now…you'll have to be punished again. And this time...prepare for an ever more hellish pain.” Domino geared up for the next event. Once again, the same knife was back, so too did that unholy smirk plastered on her face. She toyed with Mewtwo's nerves by trailing the blunt end down from the base of his neck, trailing south by the torso, and stopping by right at one inch above the clone's sheath. What came next would be considered attempted murder. In no time to further play a bit with her prey, did the blonde psychopath stabbed him at his `tool'. Mewtwo gritted his teeth in sheer agony, along with the blood that seeped from his wounds. “Y-you...bitch!” In response to that, Domino unsheathed the knife from his dick & pocketed it back in her boot.
Slowly, Domino raised her hands to the top button of her leotard. Carefully, a sadistic twinkling look of anticipation in her eyes, she undid the button and moved down to those below, shimming off the garment as she went. "There, better?”
Domino didn't hastened to reveal herself. In all, she wanted her captive to gaze at in the flesh. She pulled off her blouse and tossed it aside, then shimmied out of her little outfit, letting it fall into a pile of black on the floor and stood before the bed, purring down at her captive with eyes that saw only what she wanted. “Any second thoughts, my widdle kitty? Well, what's it going to be: will you submit now or suffer some more?”
This was it for him. If he wanted to savor the last moments of his dignity, it will be now. “~Fuck you, you crazy slutty trollip.~”
"So you want to do it the hard way, huh? Guess what: I've hoped that would be your final answer...," she beamed. Mewtwo's entire body tensed as her soft warm form slid over his. He could feel every inch of her skin, as if Domino was blazing even hotter then he already felt, burning like the sun. He knew exactly where her hands lay on his face as she held him. He felt where her firm succulent breasts pressed against his chest, where her soft furry cunt lay across his stomach as she straddled his bound body, legs on either side. He tried to buck against her, hoping to dislodge her, but the binding did not allow him that much movement and the collar strangled him whenever he tried. Mewtwo kept his eyes tightly shut, knowing that looking at her would provoke her to inflict even more carnal punishments.
Her hands and body were moving on him now, feather-light touches, his body was beyond his control. Each press of her fingers sent a chill down into his spine. Each wiggle of her body caused his body to mentally cringed at every touch. He wanted nothing more than throw her off, rip the binds from his arms and legs, and get the fuck out of dodge. He tried to summon any bits of energy within him, but found his body had gave in to her. He was helpless, he could not move and this perverted little psycho was...was...
She moved down his body, delicate hands feeling, touching, torturing, invading wherever they could. She talked dirty in his ears. “You like getting raped by my? Huh? Do ya? C'mon motherfucker: make it more interesting to me.” He strained against the bindings, jerking as she touched his member, firing it with feverish heat. Dizziness plowed into him as the blood rushed from his head, concentrating itself beneath her hands and small hot mouth. She sucked him, bit him, drove him into a state of shuttering want. The binds around his wrists and ankles sawed into his flesh as he trembled violently.
Mewtwo was hard, so very painfully hard. As Domino's moist inferno depths finally closed around his manhood, her internal muscles squeezing and playing with him, Mewtwo fought back in the only way that he was able. Tensing his entire body, he tipped his head back, feeling the collar around his neck dig in tightly. Pain flowered up from his lungs and chest, spreading out in agonizing spider-web pattern through his nerves and blood vessels, up his arms and down his legs. But he held out against it, purposely strangling himself with the collar, praying that it would all end soon and he could succumb to the darkness.
Still on top of him, ramming her cunt down on his rigid boner in a steady rhythm, did Domino had the time of her life. To insure such delight, she used one hand to keep herself riding him, while her other hand did whatever came up to her devious mind. Punching him in the face, strangling his throat & making knicks on his neck, causing some blood loss to the clone. For the first time ever, all what Mewtwo wanted to do was to roll up in a ball & cry. He never felt so violated, so used as a personal toy for a crazy harlot. His body ache now for release, sweet escape. Anything to end it all. But Domino won't let that happen. Not when her own body ached for some release too.
"Look at me when you cum! Open your eyes, you fucker. Look at me!"
He opened his eyes at her demands. Closer and closer he came to his climax. He opened his eyes wide just as he started to shoot off into her. She smiled, feeling his spasm. "NOOOOO! AAAGGHHHH!" It was too late to stop his climax, and he continued to shoot his seed into her hungry cunt. He finally came with her after so many agonizing orgasms she had. Blood mingled with swabs of their sex juices. Mewtwo heard her small yelp of pleasure as his member, buried deeply within her, spasmed and shot. He was also aware that he was in deep pain. Keeping it up for so long took a toll on his cramped body. The last thing that he heard was of her compliment before the blackness engulfed him. “Awww, poor Mewtwo. I bet you'll remember this fuck, if you survive the night. And if you live, now you know now who your true master is……ME.”
He opened his eyes at her demands. Closer and closer he came to his climax. He opened his eyes wide just as he started to shoot off into her. She smiled, feeling his spasm. "NOOOOO! AAAGGHHHH!" It was too late to stop his climax, and he continued to shoot his seed into her hungry cunt. He finally came with her after so many agonizing orgasms she had. Blood mingled with swabs of their sex juices. Mewtwo heard her small yelp of pleasure as his member, buried deeply within her, spasmed and shot. He was also aware that he was in deep pain. Keeping it up for so long took a toll on his cramped body. The last thing that he heard was of her compliment before the blackness engulfed him. “Awww, poor Mewtwo. I bet you'll remember this fuck, if you survive the night. And if you live, now you know now who your true master is……ME.”
Now & forever, shall the most powerful pokemon be subjugated as a tool for one blonde haired psychotic bitch.
[Fic ends]
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Mewtwo: ~Folks...I hope you all can envision this: I'm giving you the middle finger.
That's right, fuck you!~
Clair: Ignore him, he's such an egotistical dick. This next feature is a quick Lance & Karen skit. It's called “Trick her treat”. Roll it!
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The setup in the house's large living room and they were busy belting out tunes for all to hear. The party was packed, ghosts, goblins, witches, a devil or two, a killer clown and the occasional princess. Yes, all manner of costume-clad people were thronging through the place. The informal dance floor in front of the band was packed with people gyrating to the music. Lance had gone through with all the preparations to make his Halloween party better than last year. Dressed up as Batman, he wandered around, visiting, drinking, eating and dancing for most of the evening, in general having a good time. Meeting with the invited guests, telling Bruno to not go streaking, and scoping any lovely damsel that needs to be whisked away by the `dark knight'.
It was 11:30 when Lance spotted...............
.....Her.
She was clad in an incredible Catwoman costume that looked like it had been sprayed on. Only her eyes, nose and lips were visible through the mask that covered her face. The skimpy costume barely covered her breasts, her legs were bare and on her feet she wore a pair of black high-heeled shoes. She saw him staring at her and she raised a finger and beckoning him to her on the dance floor. She smiled as he approached and she draped her hands around his neck when he came to her. She didn't say a word, just began dancing, seductively against him. He placed his hands on her hips and began to move with her. He could feel the heat of her body and his cock responded as she thrust her pelvis against him.
She raised her lips to him for a kiss, a seductive move that he could not resist. Their lips met, parted and their tongues entwined. It was all happening so fast; his head begin to spin as he inhaled her scent, smelling slightly of cinnamon. They danced close, her body rubbing sinuously against him. His cock was raging behind his bat-utility belt and she teased him rubbing her mons back and forth against him. The music stop and they kissed deeply again. “(Who was this erotic beauty?)” He thought to himself. He had never met anyone like her before.
She pulled him off the dance floor and she headed up the stairs, pausing at the top of the landing to back sure he was following her. He was, he could not resist. Catwoman had snared Batman. She beckoned him again and he raced up the stairs to catch her. At the top, he just caught a glimpse of her disappearing into a room at the end of the hall. Lance followed and she leaped on him as he entered the room. He took her whole weight as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and captured his mouth with her own.
"Fuck me nowwww," she hissed in his ear. She dropped to the floor and pushed him towards a couch. They stared eye to eye, as her hands darted down unzipped and dropped his pants so fast he hardly realized what was going on. She took his throbbing member in his hand and squeezed, he groaned loud feeling the heat and pressure of her hand. Lance slipped his hand down to her pussy and pressed hard and it was her turn to moan. He searched with his fingers and found her costume snapped underneath, with a deft movement her costume was undone and his fingers were exploring her hot, wet pussy.
She cried out as he thrust a finger inside her and she pushed him back on to the couch, his cock sticking obscenely into the air. She straddled him staring deep into his eyes. Their lips met again in a passionate kiss and he felt her lower herself down to his cock pausing as the head of his cock made contact with her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, as her lips moved wetly against his own she drove herself down, impaling her hot cunt on his throbbing cock. They groaned together. Lance could not believe how hot she was as her pussy enveloped and milked his member.
He drove his hips up to meet each of her driving thrusts. She hissed in his hear, "Yesss, Yesss, drive your cock into me, fuck me, fuck me fuck meeeeeee! Make me cummmmm!" His hands moved to her breasts, pulling her costume down and take each one in his hands. He cupped them, feeling them, squeezing and pinching her rock hard nipples. She cried out and moved even faster up and down on his shaft. He broke their kiss and fastened his mouth on one swollen nipple, sucking hard on it like a piece of candy. She screamed out and pulled his head hard against her breast. He continued to suck on it as she screamed out her pleasure.
The friction on his cock was immense and he rolled her over so she was on knees her naked ass in the air. He slammed his cock into her in a single thrust.
"God yesssss, don't stop, don't stop, fuck me, make me cummmmmm!" she groaned at him. Stopping was no longer an option. He reached around and held and squeezed her breasts as he pounded his throbbing shaft into her tight, open pussy. Faster and harder until he felt her bear down hard on him, screaming out as her body bucked and thrust against him, her cum crashing through her body. As she milked his cock through her cum he felt his balls tighten and his orgasm slam through his body as he filled her cunt with jet after jet of hot, milky cum. He almost passed out as he collapsed on to her. He closed his eyes as he held her close. Lance felt her get up and plant a kiss on his lips before drifting into the slumbers...
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She raised her lips to him for a kiss, a seductive move that he could not resist. Their lips met, parted and their tongues entwined. It was all happening so fast; his head begin to spin as he inhaled her scent, smelling slightly of cinnamon. They danced close, her body rubbing sinuously against him. His cock was raging behind his bat-utility belt and she teased him rubbing her mons back and forth against him. The music stop and they kissed deeply again. “(Who was this erotic beauty?)” He thought to himself. He had never met anyone like her before.
She pulled him off the dance floor and she headed up the stairs, pausing at the top of the landing to back sure he was following her. He was, he could not resist. Catwoman had snared Batman. She beckoned him again and he raced up the stairs to catch her. At the top, he just caught a glimpse of her disappearing into a room at the end of the hall. Lance followed and she leaped on him as he entered the room. He took her whole weight as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and captured his mouth with her own.
"Fuck me nowwww," she hissed in his ear. She dropped to the floor and pushed him towards a couch. They stared eye to eye, as her hands darted down unzipped and dropped his pants so fast he hardly realized what was going on. She took his throbbing member in his hand and squeezed, he groaned loud feeling the heat and pressure of her hand. Lance slipped his hand down to her pussy and pressed hard and it was her turn to moan. He searched with his fingers and found her costume snapped underneath, with a deft movement her costume was undone and his fingers were exploring her hot, wet pussy.
She cried out as he thrust a finger inside her and she pushed him back on to the couch, his cock sticking obscenely into the air. She straddled him staring deep into his eyes. Their lips met again in a passionate kiss and he felt her lower herself down to his cock pausing as the head of his cock made contact with her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, as her lips moved wetly against his own she drove herself down, impaling her hot cunt on his throbbing cock. They groaned together. Lance could not believe how hot she was as her pussy enveloped and milked his member.
He drove his hips up to meet each of her driving thrusts. She hissed in his hear, "Yesss, Yesss, drive your cock into me, fuck me, fuck me fuck meeeeeee! Make me cummmmm!" His hands moved to her breasts, pulling her costume down and take each one in his hands. He cupped them, feeling them, squeezing and pinching her rock hard nipples. She cried out and moved even faster up and down on his shaft. He broke their kiss and fastened his mouth on one swollen nipple, sucking hard on it like a piece of candy. She screamed out and pulled his head hard against her breast. He continued to suck on it as she screamed out her pleasure.
The friction on his cock was immense and he rolled her over so she was on knees her naked ass in the air. He slammed his cock into her in a single thrust.
"God yesssss, don't stop, don't stop, fuck me, make me cummmmmm!" she groaned at him. Stopping was no longer an option. He reached around and held and squeezed her breasts as he pounded his throbbing shaft into her tight, open pussy. Faster and harder until he felt her bear down hard on him, screaming out as her body bucked and thrust against him, her cum crashing through her body. As she milked his cock through her cum he felt his balls tighten and his orgasm slam through his body as he filled her cunt with jet after jet of hot, milky cum. He almost passed out as he collapsed on to her. He closed his eyes as he held her close. Lance felt her get up and plant a kiss on his lips before drifting into the slumbers...
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The next day, clean up duty was a bitch. With his usual cape around his back, did Lance had to pick up most of the trash, when a knock came on from his door. He stopped on what he was doing, and went up to answer. “Who's there?”
Out came a burst of insults. “Open up dipshit! It's me: Karen.”
As soon has he did (which he did regretted) did the silver haired foxy woman came in, with questions. “Hey, asshole! Have you seen a hunky guy here with the Batman costume? Yey high, with sculpted biceps & ” Before Lance could reply, Karen spat out more. “He gave me such a treat last night...unlike a certain douche bag of a dragon user that I know of. Such a man he is, oh Batman..... So, where he go, fuck nut?”
So, the mystery woman that he shagged last night, was the ill tempered lady that in front of him, Lance wanted to rub it in her face. Yet, if he didn't, he'll hold the knowledge that he plowed her without her even knowing whom it was. This trick for her is his treat.
“Nope! Don't know where. Though... he just happen to see the `bat signal' & took off into the `dark knight'. Better luck next time.”
Pissed as ever, Karen flipped out & stormed out of his home. Lance had the most goofiest smile plastered on his face.
“Until next Halloween, Catwoman.”
[Fic ends]
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Clair:...And now ladies & gentlemen, I bring you...the end of the show.
Mewtwo: ~I will never. EVER! Want to be in another lemon fic, that this insidious author had concocted. NEVER!~
Clair: We'll spare you viewers out there from another of Mewtwo's rants, with what is on the next episode. Uh, uhhh, I forgot right now, but we'll be back soon, so please R&R. And good night.