Of Lab Accidents and Wedding Jitters!

Chapter Five: Wrath of the Femmes!
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Kozue: Before we began, I like to state that there is a rather descriptive scene in this chapter. There are hands involved a brief nudity from the boys. I’m debating on whether or not it’ll be like that for the “alone times” in the later chapters. I hate my pervy mind sometimes… >.<

Oh, honey, you look into things too hard!

Kozue: …Just narrate the fic, Anon-chan.

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/Where the hell are they!?/ Kozue sighed mentally, getting antsier by the minute. She and the girls had had plans to go out for the evening, but the boys, being the only source of free transportation, had yet to return. Kozue was dressed in her best, a green kimono shirt with a flashy, matching mini-skirt. Mary, dressed in a flowing red evening gown and her perfect blonde locks in ringlets, was on the verge of tears. Mimi wearing a black tube top and low riding jeans and P-chan, wearing a short baby-blue mini dress, were having their usual shouting match out of pure boredom. It was pretty obvious that Kozue was livid. She had finally snapped on her daughter and guests and stormed out the dining area.

There was nothing but the soft sighs of Mary crying on the couch in the room after that.

Porker-Ella and Mimi sat beside her on the couch and consoled her.
“Come on, Mary; Maybe He-kun and Marty got side-tracked” Porker-Ella offered.
“At midnight in fic-land?!” Mary responded.
“Okay, stupid suggestion; I was just trying to be optimistic.” Porker-Ella sighed, bringing Mary into a hug. Moria followed suit, rubbing her shoulders. To be honest, neither woman had seen Mary become so sensitive and upset over Marty being late coming home, but to console their friend, they decided that between the planning and the prep for the wedding, Mary was just drained from the long hours. They said nothing to the distraught Albed girl.

As if on cue, the front door opened, with the sounds of rampant panting. The three lovely ladies of death got up from the couch ant marched towards the door, intent on killing the men responsible for their ruined evening. As they neared the door, they were halted in their tracks by a flash of red and green.

Chocolate. Boxes of them.
Complete with long stemmed red roses and beautifully-wrapped dinners from their favorite restaurant. Every girl in that hallway, from the sniffling Mary to, the emotionally wounded Porker-Ella and Mimi to the recently arriving Kozue, were in awe of the gesture.

“Were you lovely ladies all dolled up for us?” Marty (fully dressed) smirked, handing the roses to Mary. She had forsaken her tears and leaped onto Marty, kissing him passionately as she wrapped her arms around him. Porker-Ella wasn’t that easily convinced.
“Where the hell were you two?! We’ve been waiting for your ass for hours on—“
P-chan didn’t finish, as Heath (also fully dressed) wrapped his arms around the petite pig-girl and kissed her. She had nothing else to say.

“You guys could have called us, you know.” Mimi deadpanned, walking out the hall. Kozue simply sighed and grabbed the pre-packaged dinner on the end table and headed for the kitchen. Before her plum figure could pass through the kitchen’s archway she remarked, “We’ll discuss this in the morning.” (Kozue throws an Oreo at Anon-chan. She proceeds to eat the Oreo in a suggestive manner. Kozue throws up then and there.)

Mary released her hold on her boyfriend and cuffed him across the head. “If you think that this romantic gesture is going to make me forgive you, then you’re wrong, you blockhead!” she shouted.
Porker-Ella smiled her most evil smile, “And you’re not off the hook, either He-kun. What kind of punishment should we give the boys, Mary?”
Mary returned her friend’s expression, “Oh, I don’t know, P-chan. Let’s force the bastards to spend the night outside.”
“I couldn’t agree more, ladies.” Mimi chimed in, returning to the hallway in her skimpy nightclothes.
“You guys can live a night without sex, right?” Porker-Ella suggested. “In fact, you guys can live a few good weeks without it.”
“That’s bullshit! We just had a couple of drinks and actually struck up the courage to get you decent food!” Marty replied.
“Aw, don’t we get to explain?” Heath whined.
“No explanations until the morning. We’ll be giving you an early wake-up call too, so don’t be caught with your hand down your trousers, MARTY.“ Mary decreed, strutting out the hall. The girls followed suit, leaving the boys by themselves in the hall. Curses of many scorned women were heard afterwards.

No sooner had the girls left them with the promise of the early-morning execution; Marty turned his attention towards Heath. Before he could react, Marty had pushed him against the wall and kissed him. The Saiyan slid his ice-cold hands underneath the pig-bishie’s shirt. Heath wrapped his arms around Marty, even going at far as to put his leg up around Marty’s waist. Marty grabbed his other leg and purposely brushed against Heath’s crotch, making him squirm with need. The pig-bishie came to his senses, shoving the Saiyan away.

“No, Guava…not here.” Heath said, walking away from Marty and into the living room. He sped out toward the balcony, then towards the hide-away beach house. He needed to clear his head and relieve himself of some serious frustration, as he was forming a lovely tent in his jeans from the passionate encounter. No sooner had he slammed the door behind him in the hide-away beach house, he was met with feral, dark blue eyes.

“How the hell—wait, nevermind, the whole Saiyan thing. Dude, don’t do that.” Heath sighed, gently pushing him out the way. Marty grabbed his wrist and pulled him into another kiss, allowing the free hand to slide down to his jeans. Heath twitched, trying to tap the hand away, but Marty was persistent. He stopped kissing him, relishing the look of shock on his face when he finally succeeded in undoing his pants.

“Hold on there, cowboy!” Heath said, immediately backing away from the horny Saiyan. There was a pause in the room before Heath tripped and landed on the conveniently-placed mattress. The pig-bishie blushed, realizing that his erection was seen as clear as day in front of the man responsible for his state of arousal.
“Looks like you could use some. Relief, I mean.” Marty purred, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. Heath sat up, only to be pushed down and stripped of his shirt. Marty situated himself in top of the unbuttoned jeans, rubbing his erection with Heath’s, causing the pig-boy to once more squirm.
“C-Come on, Guava…the girls are upstairs and you know what Mary said.”
“Monary only said I couldn’t be caught with my hands in my pants. She didn’t say anything about my hand in yours.”

Heath was too embarrassed to say a word. Marty used this chance to get off Heath, (no, not like that….yet) laid on the pig-boy’s side and placed his hands on Heath’s jeans, unzipping them. He slid them down so that the poor pig-boy’s shaft was freed from the confining clothes. Marty had a truly evil grin upon his face as he gently grasped his friend’s inviting erection and kneading it. The results were astounding, as Heath moaned and bucked. Marty increased his kneading, causing poor Heath to come after several minutes. The Saiyan sat up and laughed, seeing Heath’s whole face go from pink to red afterward. He removed his hands and allowed Heath to pull his jeans up.
“That’s not funny, you ass!” Heath snorted, zipping himself up.
“Aw, you’re so damn cute when you get off.” Marty snickered.
“Oh really,” Heath threatened, “Then let’s see how you like it!”

The pig bishie made a grab for Marty’s belt buckle succeeding on his first try. Then after removing them from Marty’s body, he undid Marty’s jeans and gave him a dose of his own medicine. Marty wasn’t shy about enjoying the role reversal as he was guiding the amateur pig-boy to his most prime spot. To keep him quiet, Heath kissed him, giving his erection a nice squeeze. Marty lost control, ejaculating on Heath’s fingertips.

The pair broke away, breathing hard.

“That was…something, He-kun.” Marty said pulling up his pants up and lying on his back, facing the ceiling. Heath cleaned his fingers off with the tissues on the nightstand.
“Yeah, well, don’t expect a hand job too often.” Heath snapped, “Or any other ‘job’ for that matter.” He temporarily excused himself to wash his hands of the ejaculate.
“…You scared I’ll be better than Pork?” Marty chided, remembering to zip up his fly as well.
“Okay, first, don’t call my girlfriend ‘Pork’; you know better than to call her that. Second, I don’t want to find that out without having…this blow up in our faces. As far as we know, this groping session didn’t happen.” Heath deadpanned.
“But Heath…” Marty began.
“No ‘buts’, Guava. Go to sleep.” Heath growled, rolling over to go to sleep.
“…You’re no fun, He-kun.” Marty yawned, “Hey, Heath?”
“What now, Guava?” Heath whined, flopping on the bed.
“You got a nice-sized package,” Marty declared, “Were you impressed with mine?”
“MARTY!” Heath shouted in embarrassment, whacking him with a pillow.
“Well you do!” Marty defended himself as he was knocked out by the hidden brick in the pillow.

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“WAKE UP!” Moria McFeather ordered, yanking the sheets off the sleeping boys.
“Aw, go to hell, ya feathery PMSing hybrid.” Marty grumbled in his sleep.
“Mimi, it’s six in the fucking morning. Torture us around noon.” Heath groaned, turning over in his sleep.
“If you guys don’t wake up, we’re going to make sure that you never do,” Kozue threatened, “besides, I VOLUTEERED to torture you guys. These lovely ladies are making it their priority to do so.”
Marty sat up and yawned, rubbing his eyes as he caught a glance of Mary’s lovely twin towers. She was wearing his favorite karate gi, and it didn’t do a good job of containing her breasts too well. If he hadn’t worked off his frustration last night, Marty would have been stiff as a board. He sat up, looking into the eyes of the four, very angry women. He nudged Heath awake, who was paler then ever as the sight of Porker-Ella and her shotgun.
“…We’re awake.” Marty commented.
“So give up your explanation as to your late arrival last night, starting with that the fuck happened at the detention lab yesterday.” Kozue demanded.

After a moment of silence, Heath began to speak.

“We tried to do the lab like you girls showed us Thursday night. Marty started to add some herb to the mix and we kinda sorta blew up Angst Science Hall.” Heath explained sheepishly. /Please let them think we spent all that time cleaning the lab./ He thought to himself.
“Yeah, what he said. We spent the evening cleaning the place. Right, Heath?” Marty grinned, looking STRAIGHT at Heath.

All the women fell over, twitching.

“And you didn’t tell us this WHY?” Kozue shouted.
“Honey, we’re MEN. Like we’re going to willingly tell you that we made a mistake.” Marty snorted, provoking Porker-Ella to raise her shot-gun at the Saiyan.
“Easy, Pork; I was just stating the obvious”. Marty said, moving the gun down.
“Marty….Look, is there anything we can do to win back your good graces?” Heath pleaded, getting on his knees before the women.

All of the women exchanged evil looks among themselves as the boys cringed at the possible ideas of retribution.

“Alright boys, we’ll consider letting it slide…for now,” Moria said as she crossed her arms, “IF you two complete a few tasks for us today.”
Heath the Marty fell over, twitching. They were soon on their feet, dressing themselves.
“So, what do we have to do?” Heath asked, putting his shirt back on.

“Oh, you’ll see…”the girls replies in eerie unison.

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Kozue: >.< Tell me I did NOT just WRITE that….

Oh, you most certainly did! It was HOT!

Kozue: Dear God…looks like they’re going to be doing the nasty later…

YAY!

Kozue: The problem is, how the hell am I going to explain this to the others without inciting WWIII?

There, there…at least it was just a hand-job. Imagine YOU trying to write them giving head to each other.

Kozue: Oh Gods! >.< I’m going to be screwed until I finish this fic…

Yes, yes you are.

Kozue: Honey…I love you, but PLEASE shut up.