| The
Urge
By:
bakayaro onna, as an homage and continuation to For-Chan's "Organic
Experience" The Urge Vejiita smirked, his hands dripping with fragrant suds. He gazed at the panting form slumped in front of him. "Well, THAT was fun", he thought, amused. It had been worth it, watching the ripples of pleasure course over the baka's face and pulse through the third-class arousal, in spite of the fact the Prince was now engorged to near bursting and ready for some serious rumpy pumpy with a particularly tasty-looking monkey man. Gokuh shuddered again, vibrating the now loose shower tiles pressed against his back. With glazed eyes he glanced up at the shimmering, smirking form above him. He blinked a few times, attempting to rid himself of an acute case of brain fog and clear his bleary vision. Pulling a deep breath into his lungs he slowly engaged shaking unsteady legs to push against the wall and rise to a crouched position. It was as far as he could manage, given the fact his lungs had still not recovered from all the screaming and his muscles were still trembling. He leaned forward gasping, hands resting on kneecaps, head and back bent over his body, quivering muscled buttocks propped against the slippery wall tiles. As his eyes slowly became more focused he took note of the wet tiled shower floor below him. Feeling more confident in his visual acuity he glanced about, eyes brushing over the tile patterns and water rivulets running to the drain, to finally alight on the strong but delicate feet of his Ouji. Right behind those long graceful phalanges Gokuh's eyes rested on something on the floor. Vejiita had watched Kakarotto slowly peel himself off the floor and brace himself against the far shower wall. The prince now stood, waiting, feet apart, arms crossed, fingers still dripping bubbles perfumed with both botanical and Saiya-jin extracts, smirk still gracing his aristocratic features. Gokuh's sudden lunge toward him almost caught the Prince off-guard; he twisted out of the path of the baka freight train. His back thudded against one of shower's side walls. The Prince's swerve did not keep him from coming into contact with the younger warrior and as Gokuh passed their bodies brushed against each other. First Gokuh's left cheek, then his arm, his side and finally his thigh, all stroked the Ouji's arousal, erasing the smirk as royal lips gasped from the sensation of satin skin against velvet skin. Gokuh, intent on his goal, did not notice what he had inadvertently done to his Ouji. After landing on his prize like a cat on a bug he crawled back to his feet and held up the shampoo bottle in triumph. A distinctive Saiya-jin look crept upon the taller man's face, and before Vejiita could move away from the wall so he could flee he found himself pinned, back flattened and forced into the tile. Gokuh's warm body crowded Vejiita against the surface. Rock-hard thighs surrounded the Prince's dribbling hard-on tightly. Opening the bottle and squeezing a generous amount into his palm, Gokuh grinned ferally and purred, "Your turn".
Giggling, spinning and posing, Bura and Pan pranced down the hall, on their way to the kitchen to show off their newest fashion acquisitions to the azure-coifed demi-Saiya-jin's always appreciative grandmother. Nearing the locker room, they paused, puzzled, as they heard the muffled sounds of loud male voices, rising and falling. Blinking at her friend, Bra reached for the console, tapped in a few numbers and waited for a female voice to come through the speaker. "Yes?" said the voice, sounding slightly annoyed. Bura spoke quietly, almost afraid she would be overheard and the sounds behind the door would suddenly cease. "Mom, something REALLY bizarre is going on over here. Can you meet me outside the locker room right away?" Buruma made an exasperated sound which translated to a crackling hiss through the speaker. "Is this really important? I am in the middle of an experiment I shouldn't leave unattended." Pan moved so she could also speak into the console. "Buruma-san", she whispered, a tremor in her usually steady voice, "Please come over here, something really strange-sounding is coming from the locker room and it's making the hair on the back of my neck stand up straight!" Buruma gasped at Pan's omission. For something to cause Pan to be uncomfortable was something serious indeed. "I am on my way, girls. Whatever you do, don't go in the locker room until I get there, okay?" The youngest members of the Saiya-jin race looked at each other and agreed wholeheartedly, murmuring their "Hai"s into the console. "Give me two minutes and I will be there". With that, Buruma disengaged the connection and began loading a few key items into her lab coat pocket. ************************************************************************************* Buruma arrived shortly thereafter, armed with three small Capsule Corp-designed ki suppressor dart guns. She found the girls against the wall next to the console, worried expressions on their faces. They moved as one toward her. Bura whispered intently, "It's still going on!" Pan added, "What's weird is the sounds stop for a few seconds then they start up again!" Buruma handed two of the dart guns to Bura. After activating one, Bura pointed to the triggering mechanism then handed the gun to Pan, then activated her own. Buruma looked askance at the door, then pressed the panel to open it. The noises immediately became louder but still indistinct. The girls moved behind her and the three slowly crept into the locker room. Moving along the line of lockers in the middle of the room they determined the sounds were getting louder as they neared the shower room door. The rhythm and cadence became more distinct and surprisingly enough, it WAS repeating itself. Buruma whispered to the girls behind her, "I am going to open the door on 'three'. Stay behind me until we can determine just what in Kami's name is going on in there! Ready?" The girls gulped, then nodded. "Okay then, one….." Buruma reached toward the door panel with her free hand, her other hand still grasping her ki gun. "Two….." Her hand poised over the button, the three ladies angled into position in front of the door, Buruma in front, flanked on either side by Bra and Pan. All held their weapons poised in front of their bodies, ready to fire at the least hint of danger. "Three!" Slamming the button hard Buruma turned her focus directly in front of her as the door slid open. ************************************************************************************* The sound swept over them, now recognizable as three-part harmony. Bra and Pan gaped, eyes bulging from their sockets. Ever so slowly they backed away from Buruma and the scene before them. After a few steps they turned and dashed down the hall, screaming their girlish embarrassment. Buruma remained, her hands now dangling uselessly at her sides, her feet glued to the spot, her eyes twice their normal size and her lower jaw resting on the floor. In one of the shower stalls an extremely naked Vejiita was lounging in an odd chair Buruma knew for a fact did not come from any part of the Capsule Corp buildings or grounds. His head was tilted back, his eyes mere slits, his eyebrows uncharacteristically relaxed, his slack mouth harboring a grin Buruma had only seen in the privacy of their bedroom. Three very tall, very beefy, very well-defined, very studly and very bare men were standing around Vejiita, three pairs of foam-covered brawny hands buried deep within the Prince's upswept hair, scrubbing, laving, stroking and massaging. From mouths framing perfectly straight teeth came the tones the girls had initially discovered outside, Vejiita's very evident arousal waggling with the beat. Thrown into overload, Buruma's brain finally allowed just what was being uttered by the three beefcakes to be filtered into her gray matter. "He's got the urge", warbled the three studs, "He's got the urge to herbal..."
The studs' movements flowed with the rhythm of their ditty, swaying their hips, wiggling their chiseled behinds, their dangles dangling and their wangs wobbling. Behind this weird scenario Buruma spied an unclad Gokuh, almost cowering in a corner of the same shower stall, jaw wagging open and closed like a fish gasping for air, eyes so wide they were almost filling his face. Focusing on his lips Buruma finally realized Gokuh was actually trying to say something. She only caught the last of the sentence being gasped out between slightly chapped lips. "… YOU get this kind of treatment?" The response from Vejiita's lips along with every else she had assimilated finally sent Buruma into a full face vault. "Baka, I'm the Prince, that's why."
*runs back behind the lurker sign and peeks out* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ email: dbzfan_d@hotmail.com
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