Moy Mell, 14: Caged

"Moy Mell, 14: Caged"

orig. 12/00/2017

Zoro, Elly, Sanji, Chris Redfield, Shiro, Aizawa Shota, Knuckles - PG-13

Original Concept, mixed fandoms

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Only Chris knew what had happened to Zoro the night of the spa incident. He'd gotten a text from the head of security, asking him to come help "with something". The message was curt, and didn't elaborate on what the "something" might be. Upon arriving at the complex's common area where he'd been told to meet, he spotted Zoro looking an absolute mess. His hair was ruffled and he was wearing a white shirt instead of the coat he normally wore. It was stained in sweat, evidence that he had been working out nonstop and hadn't even bothered to shower before coming here. He held up a hand when the other man would have spoken, silencing Chris before he even opened his mouth.

"Have to go back to the gym," he explained curtly. "Need someone else to take over. Will you?"

"Well, yes, but what -"

"Kitchen," he grunted shortly, and now Chris saw that his bluntness was a mask for other emotions he was trying to hide. His single eye was red, with a smudge of dark underneath that gave him an unhealthy appearance. He turned and walked as fast as he could out the doors, leaving Chris stunned at how shaken he appeared. When he arrived at the kitchen in the mansion he didn't know what had gotten the swordsman so upset, but as the night wore on his eyes were opened more and more. He kept silent and did his job, only interfering when he heard the terrible roar from inside the beach house. Once Elly had left, he'd turned to the blond man and warned him to be careful. The cook's mood was morose as he replied that he was trying.

"I messed up, I think," he admitted sheepishly. "Maybe too far, too fast. She's ... she's not like other women."

"She's not a woman." Chris reminded him gently. "Look, I know that you're in love and everything, but don't forget she has different rules than the rest of us. Like the tail thing."

"Yeah, she goes all to pieces. I didn't even touch it. I swear."

Chris sighed. "I have to follow. Just leave her alone for awhile, all right?"

They'd agreed, and everything went smoothly after that. Of course, he said nothing about it to Zoro the next day at the briefing. The others were all chatting and drinking coffee, not thinking much of his appearance as everyone was worried and many weren't looking their best. Their leader made sure to show his gratitude before addressing his team.

"Thanks," he said, coming up to clap him on the shoulder.

"Not a problem." Chris replied in as inoffensive a tone as possible.

The green-haired man sighed and ran a hand across his haggard features. "Jackson, you said you had something for us."

"I found out who the stalker is!"

He slammed his hands on the table, his eye lighting up. "Good work! Who?"

The nerdy young man slipped his phone out of his pocket and typed something in. "Here - it'll show up on the screen in the corner." He pointed, and they all blinked at the blown up photo of a young woman in a waitressing outfit from All Blue. 

"That's, uh, not someone I would think of," someone said quietly. 

"They aren't all gonna be creepy old weirdos," Knuckles grunted.

"Well put," Chris murmured. 

"It makes sense," Zoro added. "The last death threat, it mentioned the idiot cook and how their ... relationship was crap." No one seemed to notice the slight pause as he choked that word out, but Chris raised an eyebrow. 

"I sent the work to the local police chapter, but they said we get to detain her as she won't suspect anything if some of us go to the restaurant. Preferably with Sanji as well, since it would look weird otherwise. 'Cause it's his restaurant. You know."

Zoro nodded. "Her shift starts in...?"

"A few hours. She's breakfast run this morning."

"All right. Chris, Shiro, you're with me. We're going to talk to that moron so he knows what's going on first."  

When they got to the mansion, they found Sanji sitting in the living room looking for all the world like a little kid put in "time out". He was pale except for a hard blush across his cheeks that wouldn't seem to go away and there were wads of bloody tissue stuffed up his nose.

"What the hell, cook?" Zoro raised an eyebrow at his comical appearance.

"Angel has a friend over," he shrugged uncomfortably as if that explained everything.

Shiro also raised his eyebrows. "And she drained you of all your blood? Vampire?"

"Succubus," Chris surmised.

Sanji nodded grimly. "It hasn't been the best morning."

"Moron," Zoro snarled. When the other would have argued back, though, he held up a hand. "Shut up. Something important is going to happen, and you have to be a part of it."

The cook did not take the news well. When Zoro explained they'd caught the culprit he was happy, but upon hearing who it was his face fell. 

"It was my fault." He grasped the knot of his tie and cinched it tighter around his neck, perhaps unconsciously. Shiro scratched the back of his neck, staring off into the distance and mock-whistling. Chris elbowed him. 

"No time for that." Zoro shrugged. "You have to come with us when we detain her."

"She's - uh, you're not going to do it, are you? Personally?"

"No." Chris stepped up. "Shiro and I have the details of the job. We'll bring her into the center for the cops to pick up."

"I'm gonna have to talk to Aizawa." Zoro strode confidently to the kitchen door. 

Sanji squeaked comically. "W - wait! You ass! That other girl's still in there and she's - !"

Inside, Elly was sighing dismally to her friend. "I almost attacked him. And he didn't even touch it, you know - just got kind of close." She waved her tail around behind her as she spoke.

"You know I'm not gonna say much about relationships." The succubus was dressed as her kind normally were with a lot of heart cutouts and patterns on what little fabric the outfit contained. Her wings fluttered as she pondered what the other demoness said, tracing circles around her coffee cup. When Elly had called to ask to chat, she'd thought it would be because things were getting better. But now she wasn't sure what to say to comfort her friend. 

 "Yeah. But I am attracted to him, Bella!"

"Uh huh." She raised her cup and drank, peering at her over the rim. "The one that came in here and fainted when he saw me?"

"Um. Yeah." Her ears drooped a bit. She knew what a man's reaction to a succubus would be, knew they had very little control, but it still made her unhappy that he'd responded as much as he had. Bella said nothing again. She knew her power disturbed others sometimes, even her best friend. 

Oddly, though, the guard in the corner hadn't seemed affected. They didn't notice him because he was standing so silently and off to the side, but Shota Aizawa kept his gaze firmly on his surroundings and Elly. He tensed all over when the door opened, but nodded when he saw his boss.

"Hey." Zoro strode over, grunting at Elly. Bella raised her eyebrows. As she watched incredulously, the green-haired man walked over to the older, darker haired one and talked quietly for a time. Neither one had the reaction that Sanji had from looking at her. 

"I think we're missing something serious." Aizawa shook his head. "I know I've only been here a month, but this seems too easy. May we talk more about it?"

Zoro frowned. "Too easy? All right - Shiro, get in here!"

"Uh, what's up?" He stared right at the succubus and didn't blink. "Hi, Bella."

"Hey, kiddo." This one didn't surprise her at all; there were some men that simply didn't prefer succubi. She could smell it on them. 

"What do you need me for?" 

"Stay here. Aizawa wants to discuss something with me."

Moy Mell, 10: Furensics

"Moy Mell, 10: Furensics*"
*(sic; pun intended, sorry)

orig. 12/13/2017

Zoro, Elly, Sanji, Jackson Jekyll - PG-13

Original Concept, mixed fandoms

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It was a fairly warm afternoon and Elly was resting in the mansion after some morning work. She had decided to relax in the living room and Sanji had followed after he'd finished his prep work for lunch. They were lounging in the sunlight streaming in from the huge window on the far side of the room, not really talking about anything. Elly was half-dozing as cats will when she suddenly flinched. She touched her forehead briefly and growled deep in her throat, an angry sound that caused Sanji to glance down at her.

"Are you going to be mad at that big ass forever, love?" Sanji brushed her hair back from her cheek, speaking softly in a soothing voice. "I mean, I personally don't care, but..."

Elly frowned and pulled away a little. "Maybe a while longer. And he can do his job without being with me all day and night."

"Hush, angel." He hugged her lightly, urging her to come back and cuddle. Reluctantly, she let him completely wrap her in his wiry arms, enveloping her in his smoky scent. She rested her head on his chest, curling up on her side with her striped tail flicking slowly back and forth across the end of the couch. "I know that's some serious stuff he did. But he protects you, and the more people we have doing that, the better. That's why I care."

"Serious stuff," she sniffed.

"Yes."

"I couldn't move for half a day and all night! And... and it hurts." She knew she was behaving badly, but it stung deeply that the big man had used the prayer slip. She'd been bound before in her early days and it hadn't felt so terrible. She clutched at his arm and sniffled a little. "He could have just held me down. He didn't need to do that."

"Eh." Sanji squirmed a little. On one hand, he had witnessed what happened and knew Zoro had been forced to use the blessed paper. On the other, if he told her, she would know that she'd left his side for the other man as soon as she'd seen him. Not only that, but she'd attacked him fiercely, suggesting to Sanji that she had wanted Zoro more. He swallowed hard past the sudden lump in his throat. He hoped when she gave him this chance he could make her see how much he cared for her. He'd been lucky, and he was going to make her happy so they could be together. Why ruin things the second day of the relationship? As he was struggling with these thoughts she suddenly sighed, and he realized she had fallen asleep. He blew out air softly from between his teeth in a low whistle. "That's right, it's okay." He stroked her hair gently with his free arm, staring out the windows where James was trimming some of the rose bushes outside. He wondered how the investigation was going, and if they'd have news soon.

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Zoro had been busy assigning guards for the entire week since she didn't want him around. His team were on edge since the big man's mood was horrible, but they were happy enough to get a chance to be placed on duty more often. He'd also spent the morning coordinating events with the public relations manager, Neuro. He hated that smarmy demon sometimes, especially since the bird bastard was the only one who actually knew how he felt about Elly. He only kept silent because it meant more opportunities for chaos. Zoro's mood was even bleaker after their exchange, but he pressed on anyway and headed into a special room to check on the investigation of her stalker.

There was a building in the security offices that no one really knew about. It was deep down in the basement, built well enough so it wasn't damp or anything like basements usually were but quite dark and cool on its own, even in the summer. Zoro opened the door after knocking perfunctorily, not bothering to wait for an answer before heading inside. The faint smell of chemicals accosted him at once and he wrinkled his nose but said nothing as he approached a lean figure bending over a table filled with beakers and tubes. Something under a microscope completely held the person's attention, so much that he walked directly up and tapped him on the shoulder before he got a reaction.

"Yeek!"

"Jackson!" Zoro snapped. "It's me. Relax."

"Uh. Yeah." The young man seated in the simple desk chair gasped as he fought to regain his breath. He was wearing a button-down laboratory coat and black slacks with loafers on his feet. His hair was brown but fell across the side of his face in a shock of yellow. The dyed part was not enough to obscure his thick black glasses or the huge brown eyes behind them, however. He stared at the head of security, startled but instantly understanding why he was here. "Wait a minute, okay." He leaned forward and accidentally bumped into the lens of the microscope.

"Damn it, kid..."

"Oops." Jackson laughed sheepishly while Zoro palmed a hand over his face. "Ah... ha ha, sorry." He cleared his throat and went on, "So I've got two sets of partials from the cup Knuckles sent over and the original letter. I should be able to eventually match enough to create a print we can go on. It's delicate work, though, and will take awhile."

"Great." Zoro scratched his chest inside the big green coat he wore, one hand disappearing momentarily. "No bad news, then?"

"Nope." The thin man pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "Except that my - ah, other half comes out at night and he's not adept at anything scientific. So we'll be slowed down a bit."

Zoro shrugged this off. "You need breaks."

"Technically, it's not a break..." Jackson groaned when he turned around and saw he was talking to thin air. "Darn it! He always does that." A chameleon suddenly whisked into view on his lab table, blushing a bright yellow shade when he saw his friend was alone again. "He's not that scary, Crossfade." The lizard slowly licked an eyeball, his gaze unwavering. "Okay, okay," he hedged, "You're right. He's terrifying. And I went to school with monsters, for goodness' sake."

Outside the lab door, Zoro stood very still. His gaze was far away, lost in thoughts that were making him frown deeply. The skinny kid said he was more terrifying than a monster. He winced, a hand coming up to rub at his cheek. His past rushed at him before he could suppress it like he usually did: a female voice shrilly screaming that damned word, a slap, and the feeling of being alone for the last time before coming here. The door closed behind him and he jumped, jerking his hand away as he was brought violently back to the present. He didn't have time for that now. He had to do his job, whether his boss - he deliberately did not use the word "mistress" like the other men did, even though she was a demon -- wanted him around or not. Zoro's expression firmed and he strode out of the small building, heading to the bullet car that would take him back to the mansion.

Sanji had almost fallen asleep along with Elly when he heard the front door slam shut. He nearly fell off the couch when he heard the telltale clomp of the bodyguard's boots on the marble tiles. "Oh, shit."

The door to the living room opened. "Cat?"

"Shhh!" Sanji waved frantically about, trying to keep his voice low enough so she didn't wake. "She's sleeping, you moron." Zoro surveyed the scene in front of him as he came forward. The cook's long legs were stretched the full length of the couch with his back resting on the armrest on one side. A generous amount of pillows were plumping him partially upright. On his chest and part of his lap lay the demon lady, pale and worried-looking with her hand clinging to his right arm as she slept. Sanji raised a curly eyebrow at him. "Well?"

"Ugh," Zoro grunted shortly. He went and sat in the chair on the far side, closer to Elly.

"Honestly," the bond man sighed, closing his eyes momentarily in disgust. When he opened them he was calmer and didn't taunt the big guy like usual. "Anything new?"

"The nerdy kid -"

"Jackson?" He asked sourly.

"Yeah. Nerdy kid."

"He's not a kid, you know," he pointed out shortly. "He's what, 23 or something..."

"Whatever. He's got prints. Might be able to find out who they are."

"Good," he sighed in relief, absently snuggling Elly closer to him. "They should check the restaurant first. Someone in there obviously had the access to drug her cup." His expression hardened fiercely. "I want to know who out of my own staff would do something like that. And I want them gone."

"Could have been anyone, even a customer." Zoro shrugged, trying not to look directly at the couple and wishing he hadn't decided to sit down.

"I guess."

"I better go." He stood up slowly, obviously trying not to make a lot of noise. "Gym," he announced somewhat cryptically and left for the elevator.

Sanji breathed a lot easier after their exchange. At least they were on the right track to finding the person who had started all this drama. He might even end up wanting to thank them for how it turned out.

Monster College - 9 (Part 2)

"Monster College - 9, Part 2"

orig. 9/26/2016

MH Elly x Jackson (21+) 
First time scenario, adult

Non-Canon Cartoon: Monster High (after HS)

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It was quiet except for the faint tick of the clock on the wall and some vehicles outside. They were up high enough so that the bustle and commotion of Boo York didn't disturb them, but Jackson kept tossing and turning on the lavish couch he lay on. Finally he gave up.

"I can't sleep," he groaned dismally, one arm flopping off his makeshift bed.

Elly evidently couldn't, either, because she answered him right away. "Well, come over here." She threw the sheets back on the bed.

"Uh..." Jackson placed his glasses on and peered over. "That might not be such a good idea, you know."

"You want a written invitation?" Elly asked him archly. "It's okay."

"Y- you sure?" He stood at the side staring at the spot she'd made for him. "Honestly, I feel less sleepy already. Way less."

"For now. C'mere."

He sighed. "I tried to warn you." He stretched his arms over his head, yawned, then climbed in, wriggling down under the sheets. "Wow, this is a lot nicer."

"Told you." She snuggled close and laid an arm across his chest. "Now, for the serious stuff." She paused for dramatic effect while he gulped nervously. "Do you really wear button-down pajamas to bed?"

The glare he gave her made her chuckle. "Elly."

"I'm serious."

"Yes."

"It's not because of the situation?"

"Nope." His cheeks were burning. "I really do. Is that weird?"

"Nope." She matched his tone perfectly. "S'cute."

A huge yawn stifled any retort he may have made, and he once again admitted defeat. "Okay. Good night, then."

"Good night."

She woke a few hours later to find a pair of earnest blue eyes staring at her. There was warmth, and an arm curled comfortably about her waist. Elly blinked sleepily. "Hnnn... Jacky?"

"Uh huh."

"M'what time is it?"

"Err, I can't see that far without my glasses. But it's dark out." He ducked his head. "Sorry if I woke you." His arm squeezed a little tighter. "You were all the way on the other side of the bed."

"Nah. I think I just woke up."

"Good," he murmured with a curious tone in his voice, and unexpectedly pulled her so close against him that she gasped. He wriggled one of his legs between hers and brazenly nudged at her sex while his mouth pressed against her own. Shocked at his boldness, Elly checked his cheek for that telltale tattoo but saw nothing. She relaxed in his embrace, the warm little glow she felt starting to turn into a serious burn in her lower belly. After awhile, Jackson slipped his tongue slowly from between her lips and caught a great breath of air. Neither spoke, both breathing heavily for a moment and staring into each other's eyes. And then, in yet another daring move, he pulled his leg out from between hers and rolled over on top of her.

"Yes." Elly reached out to grasp his shoulder blades and pull him down against her. This time he hesitated, uncertain about how much weight he should lay on the young woman under him. He eventually settled for propping himself up on his arms and laid his lower half directly on hers. A soft sound escaped him as he felt her legs wrap around his, then a moan when she tightened them. Clothing was removed from Elly first, since she wore a simple robe, and his hands shook a little when he saw she wore nothing underneath. His hands caressed her breasts with a tenderness that nearly drove her to tears. He was always gentle, but this felt very different. It was more stimulating, a teasing flutter of fingertips and light tracing as if he wanted to cover every inch of her sensitive skin. She threw her head back, drawing in air, and then cried out as she felt his warm mouth settle on her nipple. Eyes closed, Jackson ran his tongue around, feeling the tightened nub of flesh and tasting the faint taste of her perfume. Elly cried out again and caught the back of his head in her hands when he began to suckle.  He was having a difficult time because all the sounds she was making excited him terribly. And, of course, she had begun to touch him everywhere she could, including a delicious rubbing on his rear that he couldn't ignore. He broke with a moist sound from the other breast he had switched to some time ago.

"I can't," he gasped apologetically. "I can't... please," his voice grew thicker as he struggled to speak. "Touch me," he begged, giving his hips a little thrust for emphasis.

"Take these off," she murmured, raising the waistband of his pants. He nodded absently and struggled out of them in such a hurry that she covered her mouth to hide a smile. Once nude, he seemed to become shy again but she ignored this, gently sliding a hand down his stomach. She trailed a finger suggestively past his navel and Jackson jerked wildly.

"Elly," he groaned, his head drooping forward.

"Damn," she sighed. "You're sexy when you're pushed to your limits." She paused. "Let's see how far I can go, then, until you break."

"Elly!" His voice rose when she encircled the tip of his stiff member, tugging gently. It took all he had not to scream and he shuddered instead, his arms feeling weaker as she teased him. After a few moments he besieged her with kisses, his breath hot and his mouth hotter, passionately using his tongue for all he was worth. Her hand felt so good around him, better than before, for with no restraint she was exploring him in ways that were driving him wild. Her fingers rubbed, dipped, and caressed, even going so far as to slip a tiny bit inside him. He had known this excited some men, but had never thought he would be one of them. The pleasurable shock that ran the length of his bobbing erection convinced him, however. His hand eagerly sought the warmth of her sex to dip inside, testing her reaction. When he heard her sigh his name, he knew. "I... I want to..." She wordlessly lifted her legs up, blushing as she exposed where he would need to enter. Her hands now gripped his upper back, and he could feel her trembling.

Yet he paused. "Uh..."

"It's safe," she said quietly. "Please, Jackson, I want you."

"Oh my god." He shook himself all over, hard. "Okay." The tip touched her body and he closed his eyes. "Ah, ha..." One deep breath and he pushed forward. He almost pushed himself completely off when he heard her cry out, but she wrapped her legs around him with a firm shake of her head.

"No, no, just wait... minute." She frowned, then wriggled a little. He felt himself slip a little deeper inside and she whimpered.

"Did I hurt you?" Pleasure aside - and he could very hardly think of anything else it was so great -- he was worried.

"No - well, yes, a little." She smiled and stroked his upset face. "But I'm adjusting." Jackson considered for a minute, then had an idea. He pulled back in spite of what she said, moving forward again only to rub the head of his member at her slick entrance. She gasped, and he moved faster until she was tossing her head back and forth in abandon. Then he thrust once more, slowly, partially. And drew back.

Forward.

Back, in a little more. And repeat...

Jackson's pleasure was doubled by her rapturous cries as he made love to her. He held her as close as he could while he moved, his body rising and falling in an act as old as time. He lost track of anything, of everything, only listening for her breathy moans and trying to duplicate what made her sound more excited. In the course of that, his own body's reaction was not long coming. Jackson kissed her deeply, words failing him in the heat of the moment and he felt her quivering around him, inside and out. His own orgasm was so intense he strained forward, thrusting as hard as he could. His mind wanted to fill her as much as he could with his essence, his love, his need for her. The several short bursts released were so powerful that he flopped forward when finished, completely spent in every sense of the word.

Neither spoke, nor felt they had to. Both were tired, sweaty, and sticky from their exertions but despite this they fell asleep again, Jackson curling an arm around her from behind.

Monster College - 9 (Part 1)

"Monster College - 9, Part 1"

orig. 3/5/2016

MH Elly x Jackson (21+) 
Fluff, PG-13

Non-Canon Cartoon: Monster High (after HS)

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"Ohhhh my gosh, it's huge!" Elly gaped in awe, the heavy bag in her arms forgotten. She would have stared for awhile longer if Jackson hadn't bumped into her from behind.

"Oof!"

"Yerk!" She stumbled into the hotel room, sticking one arm out to steady herself. Her bag flopped onto the floor.

"Sorry." Her boyfriend chuckled nervously and stuck his head past the doorframe. "Oh, crap, it's bigger than it looked on the site!"

"No kidding," Elly sighed. She bounced a few times on the bed, still taking everything in. Jackson lifted the suitcase he'd brought and set it down beside her duffel bag. He closed the door and locked it, then placed the antique key carefully on a sideboard.

"Well, we've got a lot of time before tonight." He walked over to a door along the side of the suite and nodded when he saw it was the bathroom. "I'm going to wash up. Maybe we can call for room service or something."

"Sounds good to me. I'm too tired to even move." She flicked her ears back. "Even my butt is sore as heck from sitting for that long..."

He laughed as he slipped a comfortable-looking robe off a hanger nearby. "You call, then. You know what I like."

"M'kay. I don't need to shower... I'm just going to change." She reached for the old-fashioned phone near the bedside table. "Don't take too long." He blushed and she giggled wickedly.

Jackson closed the door behind him firmly and then slumped on the other side, exhaling shakily. This first night didn't have anything planned; they'd arrived early for the Music Festival and it didn't start for another day. They'd discussed it and decided to plan it this way so they would have time together, since when the festival began he'd probably have to give way to his other personality. Jackson liked music - especially when his girl sang -- but any fast music louder than 90 decibels and poof! Out came Hyde, goodbye Jekyll. He sighed as he pulled off his sneakers, then set them neatly aside.

Wait - I haven't gotten any fresh clothes out. Just this robe. He choked a little. What was he thinking? This trip wasn't about him getting laid. He grimaced as he thought he'd been sort of expecting ... well, something. They had the place to themselves, for one, and it was gorgeous! The perfect sort of romantic getaway. He'd also arranged for a few surprises that might leave her a bit wobbly in the knees (at least he desperately hoped so).

"I forgot my clothes," he called out as a warning. When she said nothing he shrugged and opened it, meaning to quickly grab a plain shirt and some shorts for hanging around the room. His jaw dropped.

"I knew you did." She smiled beatifically at him and gestured with one arm. There was a small stack on the bed. She'd gotten them out for him. That wasn't what had gotten his attention, though. Jackson had never seen Elly in anything other than modern, Western style clothing. He didn't know what she wore to relax in, and was shocked to see her resting sideways on the large bed in a silky kimono with her hair down. It was pretty, lavender with yellow butterflies and belted at the waist with a soft yellow tie with purple thread running through it.

"Th- thanks." He picked up the clothes and wobbled back into the bathroom.

"I wonder what's gotten into him now," she murmured to herself. "Oh well." She'd ordered the food and it would be awhile before they got it. She laid back on the bed and waited for him to be finished so they could talk. She wasn't really worried about them staying a few nights together, but she had some concerns. Most of them were about Holt. I'm not sure if he's going to be able to control himself, she thought, her brow furrowing slightly. I'm not sure I can control him, either, for that matter. If Jackson's other half decided he was going to do something, he did it. He was a hasty and sometimes didn't think things all the way through. That could be a problem if he gets too insistent, especially when we're sleeping in the same room. Her train of thought broke off as she smelled the sweet smell of showery steam. Jackson had come out and was placing his old clothing in a bin by the side of the bathroom. He was wearing what she'd picked out for him, a pair of soft black sweatpants and a plain yellow shirt.

"I love the fact that we get laundry service," he smiled.

"We better," she laughed. "It costs enough."

"Yep." He sat on the bed next to her. "But you're worth it."

She sniffed happily. "Mmm." He smelled better than usual like he'd used some fancy soap, and she felt a happy little thrill that this was the first time she'd seen him fresh out of the shower. He had also taken his contacts out and was wearing his thick-rimmed glasses, which made him look studiously adorable. She sat up and leaned against him.

He curled a somewhat shaky arm around her. "You look pretty," he said simply.

"Aw." She nuzzled his neck. "Well, you're handsome. And you smell good."

"No fair, you went one better than me."

"I'm allowed to."

He blew a raspberry and she laughed. "The food's going to be a bit. The restaurant downstairs is packed, and they make all the dishes there, so."

"Hmm." He looked around the palatial surroundings. "This really is opulent. I mean, I'm not even sure what's in the other room."

"The hot tub."

"Ohhhh." His eyes widened. "Now I remember. Wait, it's in a room? Aren't they uh, placed outside all the time?"

"It's like an indoor pool area, kind of. You can see it later."

"Later?" He blinked as she reached over to brush his blond-tinted bangs off his forehead.

"Yes, later. As is not now. You're busy now." She rolled around and suddenly he had a very soft, silky-clad young woman half-underneath him. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and placed an arm alongside, flipping himself easily over. Now he really was laying on top of her, and he made sure that she could feel how her teasing was making him react. "Oh, my."

"How much time before dinner?" He kissed the side of her neck.

"Um - half an hour, I think."

"You think?"

"Kind of hard to think when you're - Jackson!" She gasped when she felt a palm slide up her leg, then chuckled wryly at her own reaction. "Okay, I knew I was pushing things."

He snorted. "'Things', she says." He pushed his glasses back up on his nose.

She wriggled underneath him as his hand turned ticklish. "No fair!"

"Hey, you started it. Plus, we only have a half an hour. I'm not going to get too serious, or our food'll get cold."

"Cold?"

"Damn straight." He squeezed her once before letting her go. "If I have a choice of you or food, it's going to be you first."

"Not if my stomach has anything to say about that."

"Did you order dessert?"

"Oh, please don't make that joke."

He rolled his eyes. "Wasn't going to be a joke..."

"We'll see."

Monster College - 8 (Part 2)

"Monster College - 8 (Part 2)"

orig. 2/8/2016

MH Elly x Jackson (21+) 
"Third base" female scenario/oral - adult content

Non-Canon Cartoon: Monster High (after HS)

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Elly sat on the couch. She was vibrating with nervous energy, knowing what was going to happen. His words kept echoing in her head, preventing any coherent thought and hindering her breathing. She placed a hand over her heart and swallowed hard when she felt how fast it was beating. And then the door she was watching opened and Jackson walked from the bathroom to the bed. He grabbed a pillow in one hand before returning. 

"P-pillow?"

"Mmm-hmm." He set it down before her and knelt on it, bouncing once to see if it offered enough cushioning. She bit her finger. Seeing him kneel down in front of her was almost too much. The images it conjured up made her heart race even faster until she had to gasp for air. "Breathe," he told her with a wry smile, reaching up to touch her hand. "You're the one who always tells me that."

She managed to inhale deeply with her eyes closed. "Yes, so-sorry. It's just that you look so..." Another deep breath and she was able to continue, "...handsome. Sexy."

Jackson chuckled with embarrassment, glancing down at the floor. "Me? I don't think I've ever been described as either of those things before."

Elly tittered nervously as he ran a hand up her leg. "You are," she insisted, then jumped when he traced the zipper on her jeans.

"I believe if I'm to be successful in my endeavor, these need to come off." He unzipped them and she stood, biting her lip a little as she helped pull them down and away. Jackson didn't hesitate about the thin slip of panties she was wearing; they came down with a tug of one long finger. Elly was shocked to find her normally shy boyfriend taking a strong initiative and she instantly sat when he gently urged her down. "There," he murmured. She was sitting with her legs close together, and he had to tap her knee and smile up at her before she realized what he wanted. Blushing wildly, she spread them apart but had to avert her eyes from the sight of him scooting in closer. 

He kissed the inside of her thigh and she whined softly. "Jackson..."

"Shh. I'm loving you."

"Jackson!"

He grinned to himself, pleased with his ability to excite her. "Serious now," he whispered, pulling to the front of his mind everything he had learned about female anatomy. Sometimes it's okay to be a nerd, he thought, bemused. He had known this day was coming and spent some time on the internet researching things. Most of the sites had been informative, although a few had made blood rush so quickly to his face he'd almost gotten a nosebleed. All of them had made him feel uncomfortable, at first, but he'd learned what he needed to know. In theory, anyway. Now it was time to put that knowledge to the test. Shaking on the couch and undressed from the waist down, Elly somehow felt more exposed than she had with his other half. His position nestled between her legs had a lot to do with it, but when she felt his fingers gently exploring she sighed. She wasn't really prepared for more than this, however, and gasped loudly in a moment. The most delicious sliding motion was added to the shallow thrust of a careful fingertip. The teasing burn in her belly flared outrageously at the new sensation and she let out a loud, cat-like cry. Jackson couldn't look up as much as he wanted to and he didn't stop what he was doing to speak. He hummed softly instead, one finger moving slowly, mimicking what his body yearned to do in a gentle mimicry of sex. His tongue lapped delicately around the hard-to-find female pleasure center, sometimes pausing to use his lips as well to kiss the small button as best as he was able. 

"Jack-k..!" Elly was beside herself. Never before had she felt anything like this and she lost herself, forgetting where she was and who lived in the rooms all around them. Her cries were very loud, and it was a good thing both were too occupied with what was happening to hear the raucous cheering from the students in the rooms around them. She was also highly flattering, which made many of the guys raise their eyebrows at each other. "That's so good, Jackson, you're so... good..." He pressed on, trying to get the perfect spots and loving the feel of her hands threading through his dark hair, pulling him towards her. He did try to draw things out, but the new pleasure was so much that she was overcome long before he was done teasing her. The sound of her whispering his name over and over again in a mix of joy and unfeigned awe caused him to shiver. He swallowed, suddenly aware that his throat was dry, and wobbled back to sit on his haunches. His pale young lady was draped backwards on the couch, her chest heaving. 

He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and sighed shakily. "Relax a little," he told her quietly. "I'll be right back."

"Mnn." Elly took the time that he used to wash his face off and brush his teeth to do just that. She felt like she was going to melt into the couch. She cleaned herself up a bit, too, with the help of some wipes she carried in her purse. Both had barely made themselves presentable before there was a loud bang on the door. Jackson suddenly realized how loud they must have been. He flew out of the bathroom, his face as red as could be, his head filled with thoughts on how he could handle this. The guys around him were all... well, such guys. This would prove to be extremely embarrassing. He steeled himself and opened the door after a peek to see if Elly was all right. 

"Oh...." Shit, he thought, dismayed. A huge bull-man in a tight-fitting shirt stood menacingly in the doorway, staring down at the much smaller human. "Manny," he choked weakly. "Hi." Manny blew steam out from his nostrils and stamped on the ground with one foot. Jackson jumped back a little, his face paling at the sight of his biggest bully in High School. He hadn't even known the minotaur was enrolled; what was he doing here?

"Hey, guess who was visiting," Heath announced somewhat snarkily from behind the big monster. 

"Uh..."

"Ha!" Manny lowed with good humor, surprising Jackson and causing Elly to jump. "I gotta say, way to go, normie!" He slapped him on the back, causing Jackson to stagger. "Next time, get a room, though, eh?" He mooed again with laughter when he saw both their faces.

"Erk."

"Yeah, cuz," Heath added, "I don't think the guys in this dorm are gonna question your - ah - abilities -- in certain areas from now on." He stuck his head in and winked at Elly. "You've got some good lungs, girl." The door shut, leaving Jackson half bent over with a flaming red face and an expression that would have been hilarious if not for the situation. 

"Oh, dear," Elly gasped.

"Erk," Jackson squeaked.

"We've definitely got to be more careful from now on."

He held up a trembling hand, then half-collapsed on the couch in a few strides. His third, muffled "erk" seemed to agree with her.




Story 9 >

Monster College - 8 (Part 1)

"Monster College - 8 (Part 1)"

orig. 1/14/2016

MH Elly x Jackson (21+) 
"Third base" male scenario - adult content

Non-Canon Cartoon: Monster High (after HS)

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Elly stretched her arms above her shoulders, yawning loudly. The light coming in her window through the curtains was very faint, and she perked her ears, catching the sound of raindrops outside. She wrinkled her nose disapprovingly. Jackson was taking her out to see a movie later, and she hated walking in cold rain.

"Maybe it'll clear by lunchtime," she muttered to herself as she stumbled into the bathroom to get ready for the day. A shower and change of clothes did nothing to wake her up, but the cup of coffee she made did wonders. Sighing to herself, she checked her phone to see what was in store for the day besides her date. There was an email from the music department, and she clicked on it and read while she sipped.

MusicDept@MC.scaru <MusicDept@MC.scaru>  

Jan. 13, 2016

To all music students:

We've been asked to celebrate in a music festival on Feboo-ary 2 that spans two entire nights in the amazing city of lights, Boo York! The classes will be performing within several avenues which include clubs, dinner theaters and the like. We know this is short notice, but as it was an exceptional experience for those that can attend, we decided to try and reach as many students as possible.

All students will be responsible for their own travel and food expenses within the city limits. 

Please sign the check-in sheet at your respective classes if interested and your professor will discuss which area you would be best suited for.

- The Music Staff

She could hardly believe it. This college was the first place she'd been to besides her home country, and she was excited about the chance to see more of the world. Especially someplace everyone talked about like Boo York! And - the best part of all, she realized, a huge smile spreading across her face -- was that Holt was in music classes, too. Where she went, Jackson would, of course, want to go... but when his other half was involved directly, he had to go. She bounded up out of the chair she was sitting on and rushed to get out the door. So what if it was early? She just had to see him now.

Jackson was feeding Crossfade when he heard the tap at his door. Although it was early, he thought he knew who it was. "Be right there!" He called out, dusting his hands off and making a mental note to wash up as soon as possible. He barely had the knob turned before Elly tackled him in glee.

"Holy -!" He grabbed the frame with one hand and his girlfriend with the other. 

"Whee!" She kissed him solidly on the mouth. "I couldn't wait!"

"Geez, you're more excited than I thought you'd be." He closed the door while she flounced off towards the middle of the room. 

"You know why, then? The music thing?"

"Yep. Excuse me." He walked into the bathroom and washed his hands. "I have an idea about that," he said as calmly as possible as he strode back out. "I was thinking about it when I saw the email..."

"Wouldn't Holt be pissed you're reading his email?" She teased him, poking him in the shoulder affectionately. 

"Gahh," he groaned. "I'm trying to be serious, here!" Then he chuckled sheepishly. "We share the same email for important stuff. Anyway, I could, I was thinking, uh. Um. Oh, boy." He started breathing quickly and she stared sideways at him in alarm. 

"What's wrong?"

"Please don't take this the wrong way but we could rent a room together," he blurted out all in one breath, wincing in anticipation of a slap or worse. "Don't be upset with me!"

"I'm not."

"I thought, we could ask for a room with a couch and Holt and I would sleep on that, and..." He paused, blue eyes wide. "What?"

"I'm not angry."

"Ah, oh. O-okay. But I had another idea. Wait." He backed up a little and she flicked her ears in amusement. "I th-thought we could also rent one of those suites with a h-huh-" He squared his shoulders. "Hot tub. So you could see what would happen, privately. With us." Now he positively shook with alarm, his eyes the biggest she'd ever seen them. "I meant-!"

"Hush." She placed a finger on his lips. "You need to relax, sweetie. I know what you meant. You're not a sex maniac." Jackson turned several shades darker but managed to nod.  "We could split the cost, is that what you're thinking? That way we could afford someplace nice, even in such an expensive city."

"If we book early, now," he agreed weakly. 

"I think it's a great idea!" She hugged him enthusiastically. "Want to skip the movie and look at places, instead?"

"I'm game."

"Awesome. So am I." She flopped onto the couch as he dug around in his bag for his laptop. He joined her with it in one hand, then set it on the small table in front of them, logging in and searching for a good site to begin. When the engine had loaded some results, he turned to her with a quirky grin on his face.

"Not a sex maniac, huh?" He was still blushing.

"Well, no." She looked surprised. "You're the safest guy in the whole college for that matter, I think." 

He blew his yellow-dyed bangs off his forehead. "Unf."

"I meant that as a compliment. You're just such a good person. That's not bad." She peered over at the results on the screen.

"The safe guy," he mused disconsolately. He glanced at her while she was clicking through a popular hotel site. She was completely engrossed in what she was doing and not prepared for the hand that squeezed her left breast.

"Yeek!" She spun about to face him, probably not the greatest idea but she wasn't thinking clearly. He caught the back of her head in one shaky hand and kissed her as firmly as he dared.

"There," he panted when they separated. "Just so you know, I'm not all that safe. I might be a gentleman, but that's still a man." He thought for a moment. "And part monster."

"Point taken," she gasped. 

"I'm not so sure yet." He leaned close again and kissed her even more seriously: softer, longer. Elly felt like she was going to pass out. Her flippant remark had indeed created a monster; worse yet, it wasn't one she knew how to handle. Still, it was Jackson, and she trusted him. She let herself relax in his arms, and he pulled back a little when he felt this. "There you go," he smiled gently. 

"I give up already." Despite her apparent submission, she was reaching out to toy with the side of his neck. 

He gulped and caught her hand in his. "Hey. You're starting something here, and we haven't even found a place yet."

"We can look later," she suggested slyly.

"I suppose so." Jackson closed his eyes when she kissed the scruff on his chin, then began working her way to that sensitive spot on his neck. "I mean," he whimpered as she started nibbling, "an hour or so... won't, ah, mmn. Yeah." He fell silent, hands cradling her against him. The fangs gliding on his skin were usually accompanied by a round of enthusiastic kissing and that was it. They'd never gone farther, although he felt a twinge every time he remembered the night Holt had. He wasn't one hundred percent certain what had happened, but he had a few guesses. Jackson felt his will weakening more and more as she sighed, lifting her head and shaking her hair back. Her body was warm and felt far too good in his arms.

"Jacky." She kissed him lightly to get his attention.

"Um." It was the only sound he could produce. 

"It's okay."

"Eh?" He blinked.

"I know why you won't say anything, but yes, we did ...some things."

"Ugh." He dropped his gaze, struggling not to show jealousy. 

"Don't." She shook her head and lifted his chin to stare into his eyes. "You're the nicest guy I've ever known. That's why I knew you wouldn't push things when we get a room."

He sighed. "Sometimes I hate Holt," he told her bluntly. "All wrapped up somewhere in this 'nice guy' is a jealous bastard that wants," he swallowed past the sudden dryness in his throat, "wants to have more of you than he did."

"That's why I'm doing this." To his utter shock she slowly dragged a finger down his shirt, sliding a hand underneath to caress his abdomen. The muscles there spasmed uncontrollably and he choked on anything else he might have said. "Let's face it, you're the dominant personality. You'll be active more than he is, because you don't need something to make you appear. You just are." 

He squeaked some sort of reply, and she nodded as if he'd said something coherent. Her fingers toyed with his flat male nipples, then rubbed past them, dangerously lower. Jackson closed his eyes so tightly he saw stars. 

"So you're the one I saw first. The one I fell in love with first. And you'll probably be my first when it really counts, Jackson." She raised her head to stare into his suddenly open eyes. "Understand?"

"Yes," he whispered. His body jerked on the couch as her hand gripped the telltale bulge in his slacks. "Yes!"

"Good," she murmured, deftly slipping a hand inside the opening she made. His chest heaved as he struggled not to scream. The touches were hindered by the briefs he wore, and they were not enough. He stood up and she pulled his clothing down so it puddled around his ankles. He plopped back down on the couch, feeling slightly awkward and then not caring when her hand closed around his firm length. 

Same body, just different skin colors, Elly mused. Of course. She did, however, find that they liked different things. Jackson nearly lost his mind when she rubbed the glistening fluid he was producing around, teasing the tip of his quivering member. But he didn't speak; he didn't have the breath to make words. Instead he wheezed in an increasingly higher, louder pitch. She shivered as his panting turned to moans.

"Ah, ah, ah!" He doubled over and cupped her hand over his, his body radiating heat as he shuddered through his orgasm. 

"That was intense," she said faintly, her cheeks burning with passion. She heard him gargle something, his head still close to his knees. "Hm?"

"I think... I'm gonna pass out."

"Breathe."

"Yeah, yeah." He flapped his free hand in the air. "Yeah... okay. Um. Whoa."

"Whew!"

"I, uh..."

"Clean up," she finished for him. 

He nodded furiously. "Uh-huh. I'll just... I'll be right back." They shared a quick, open-mouthed kiss. Jackson stopped before he'd even taken a step towards the bathroom and leaned close to her again. His face was flushed all the way down his neck but when he spoke, it was in the sexiest whisper she had ever heard from him. "Don't worry. I promise I'll take care of you." 



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