Random ficlet #2
The ficlets are Back! And furthermore, I bring you... Bottom Zoro!
I have no clue where this came from. *facepalm*
Er, high PG-13/mild R ish. OOC. Crack. Bad End.
A sound of bratty frustration breaks through the sense of crushing gloom. "SILLY Zoro! It clashes with your stupid-coloured hair, and that's no good at all!" It's accompanied by a hard smack against his exposed rump as Perona starts to jerk the dress off again, and he manages to raise his head and muster a hollow glare before the outrageous explosion of orange ruffles she calls clothing is yanked over his face. She half tugs his ears off and rips it in the process before discarding it in a pile on the floor. Doesn't matter. There's lots more horrible clothes where that came from.
Zoro is naked underneath, but he doesn't bother trying to cover himself. There isn't any point anymore. Just like there isn't any point in trying to stand up, or to try reclaim his swords -- or any dignity at all. He's stuck with her, alone in this abandoned place, and he has no means to fight the ghosts or the despair.
"Poor, poor Zoro." Perona changes again in a flash, cooing at him soothingly and rubbing her palm over the slightly reddened skin she just slapped. There's enough left in him to blush as she leans forward and follows it up with a smooch, a noisy "mmmmmmMM!" as she kisses it better. "There you are, all fixed now. Of course I love your hair! It's green like mold and mint candy! And I love your scars, all jagged and yummy!" She wraps her body around his from behind and slides her hands up and down his chest. Black fingernails bite into his nipples. "Ooh, I know!" and she's bounding off again, leaving him to tremble on all fours. "Let's both be PINK!"
Zoro shudders. The new dress, if anything, has more ruffles. He's almost blinded by the horror. This... this is just too much.
He gets about four feet before the ghosts pass through his body and he's on his knees again. It doesn't actually make a lot of difference to his overall mood anymore, he realises gloomily. He wants to die. Death would be Nice.
Several swift tugs and the dress is imprisoning his body, the bones that are sewn into the torso compressing him into an hourglass figure. Perona's hands linger, playing in the ribbons at the back. "There! Now we're both so pretty!" She clings to him like a limpet in a possessive hug, her arms somehow managing to crush even harder than the corset. In addition to his inability to breathe, Zoro feels all the blood drain from his face, because he knows what's coming next. His head reels. He even thinks that he might faint.
...Oh, please, please let him faint. If he's really lucky, let him not wake up.
"...And now that we're pretty enough, we can fuck!" she finishes. She wafts her dress aside and with a little skip, slaps her hips forward against his rump. She humms and giggles and makes silly girlish noises of delight as she wriggles against him, tugging her underwear aside.
Zoro squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his teeth as Dr Hogback's single addition to her body nudges up against his entrance. A drifting ghost sniggers at him, and he realises the last dose of her powers might have worn off.
It doesn't matter anyway. He's still in Hell.
LOL. No excuse really. I seriously need to rewatch some Thriller Bark to even remind me what Perona spoke/acted like.
I have no clue where this came from. *facepalm*
Er, high PG-13/mild R ish. OOC. Crack. Bad End.
A sound of bratty frustration breaks through the sense of crushing gloom. "SILLY Zoro! It clashes with your stupid-coloured hair, and that's no good at all!" It's accompanied by a hard smack against his exposed rump as Perona starts to jerk the dress off again, and he manages to raise his head and muster a hollow glare before the outrageous explosion of orange ruffles she calls clothing is yanked over his face. She half tugs his ears off and rips it in the process before discarding it in a pile on the floor. Doesn't matter. There's lots more horrible clothes where that came from.
Zoro is naked underneath, but he doesn't bother trying to cover himself. There isn't any point anymore. Just like there isn't any point in trying to stand up, or to try reclaim his swords -- or any dignity at all. He's stuck with her, alone in this abandoned place, and he has no means to fight the ghosts or the despair.
"Poor, poor Zoro." Perona changes again in a flash, cooing at him soothingly and rubbing her palm over the slightly reddened skin she just slapped. There's enough left in him to blush as she leans forward and follows it up with a smooch, a noisy "mmmmmmMM!" as she kisses it better. "There you are, all fixed now. Of course I love your hair! It's green like mold and mint candy! And I love your scars, all jagged and yummy!" She wraps her body around his from behind and slides her hands up and down his chest. Black fingernails bite into his nipples. "Ooh, I know!" and she's bounding off again, leaving him to tremble on all fours. "Let's both be PINK!"
Zoro shudders. The new dress, if anything, has more ruffles. He's almost blinded by the horror. This... this is just too much.
He gets about four feet before the ghosts pass through his body and he's on his knees again. It doesn't actually make a lot of difference to his overall mood anymore, he realises gloomily. He wants to die. Death would be Nice.
Several swift tugs and the dress is imprisoning his body, the bones that are sewn into the torso compressing him into an hourglass figure. Perona's hands linger, playing in the ribbons at the back. "There! Now we're both so pretty!" She clings to him like a limpet in a possessive hug, her arms somehow managing to crush even harder than the corset. In addition to his inability to breathe, Zoro feels all the blood drain from his face, because he knows what's coming next. His head reels. He even thinks that he might faint.
...Oh, please, please let him faint. If he's really lucky, let him not wake up.
"...And now that we're pretty enough, we can fuck!" she finishes. She wafts her dress aside and with a little skip, slaps her hips forward against his rump. She humms and giggles and makes silly girlish noises of delight as she wriggles against him, tugging her underwear aside.
Zoro squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his teeth as Dr Hogback's single addition to her body nudges up against his entrance. A drifting ghost sniggers at him, and he realises the last dose of her powers might have worn off.
It doesn't matter anyway. He's still in Hell.
LOL. No excuse really. I seriously need to rewatch some Thriller Bark to even remind me what Perona spoke/acted like.