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|[Sep. 25th, 2004|08:53 pm]
Gundam Wing badfics!
Story or Series Title: Foreign Past and Bon Appetite
Perp Author: Setty Jenesequah
Full name plus any additional titles or aliases: *points above to the author's name*
Full species: SelfInsert!Sue
Hair color (It’s easier if you use the text from the fic): "brunette curls bouncing beside rosy cheeks"
Eye color (see above): "Turquoise eyes were located above the silken flesh, the teal orbs glancing around the well-known front yard"
Unusual markings and colorations: This is fucking disturbing, but here is sample one: "Even at the simple age of twelve, this young girl had begun to grow breasts, the size of a C cup already" and sample two: "She was quite a sight, built like a 17-year-old, even though she was simply 14 and a half. She had grown well, and her breasts had as well. She was now an E cup, and still growing"
Gundam name and style (if any): Hestia and the style is:
"The large gundam seemed to shimmer beneath the neon lights. It was a girlish looking machine, for a gundam anyhow. The main color was a deep maroon, with baby pink and creme highlights. It held a large gundanium shield; the neon head of a digitally drawn unicorn would light up once the machine was activated. Spiked shoulder guards protected the joints, and a beam saber was tucked gently behind the gundam, in a protective and locked sheath. This gundam seemed to wear a spiked skirt in a way, the bottoms jabbing out to odd points. A mow-hawk-type metal rose from the machine's 'skull', again spiked. The entire machine looked lethal, but the colors seemed to set it in the other direction. But Setty didn't mind the coloring, she knew that the machine was deadlier than it looked, as did Lady."
Mary Sue’s/Gary Stu’s
Victim Love Interest of the Day: Quatre. You'd think that with the requisite angsty past, she'd be with Heero or even Wufei. And she's probably got her sights on Duo too.
Special Possessions (if any): Her chest (which is probably the size of a foreign continent now), her Gundam, a white leather jacket and matching hooker boots, a fake ID, and the vital organs of Quatre and Duo.
Annoying Origin: Evidently, it was France in the future.
Annoying Connections to Canon: Quatre's future boy toy, and a pilot alongside the pilots.
Annoying Special Abilities: Can pilot and repair her Gundam with the best of them, land a job at a Playboy Bunny club at the age of fifteen, and find time to "mingle" with Quatre and Duo.
Other Annoying Traits Worth Noting: Um, breathing and blinking?
Give us a taste of the poison:
A cold, harsh breeze blew that morning, a small '66 Volkswagen bug pulls up to a mansion located near one of the few beaches in Paris, France.
Driving down to the long, circular driveway, the car pulls up to the front door, and a small, twelve year old girl stepped out of the passenger side; brunette curls bouncing beside rosy cheeks. Turquoise eyes were located above the silken flesh, the teal orbs glancing around the well-known front yard. A smile sparked, plump tiers curling seductively even for how young she was.
All: *shocked* ...
Chisa: And within a paragraph, all joy and justice in the world has just died.
Even at the simple age of twelve, this young girl had begun to grow breasts, the size of a C cup already.
Chuck: Ugh! UGH! That is NASTY! I need a shower now! Yuck!
The tall boot heels of knee-high leather clicked gently upon the cement walkway, hips swinging in accompaniment of the gentle noise. Slender yet muscular arm extended, small digits wrapping around the handle of the door to pull it open with ease; the whitened polished wood gleaming gently in the sun.
The driver watched from where she sat, waiting for the girl to emerge with her things so training could, once more, continue. Deep purple pools watched the door patiently, hands gripping the steering wheel with content.
Freddy: [Driver] Aw, man, I hope the owners don't show up. If they do, we'll have to shoot the fic someplace else!
Then, the girl showed herself once more, head hung in sorrow as she carried her few loved belongings along with her. A small, white-tiger cub trailing at her heels,
a diamond-studded collar around its small neck. A dainty suitcase swung with the motion of her arm, a rather large backpack slung over her right shoulder. Turquoise eyes no longer held the happy sparkle they had only moments ago.
,B>Chuck: Now they seem to hold pinkeye from the damn glitter in it.</b>
Lady Letaunia, the young girl's trainer and escort, watched carefully, noticing the young girl's expression as she neared. No feelings were left in those once-glittering eyes, teal color dulled slightly.
Chisa: Uh oh, I smell Sue tragedy ahead.
Freddy: Doesn't anybody have a happy childhood anymore?
The older woman glanced at her apprentice, maroon tiers showing her concern as they pursed.
Chuck: Look, lady, I know you're watching out for her, but you don't need to overreact by moving tiers!
"Setty? What's wrong? Did they forget your birthday?"
This, of course, simply set the young girl off, upsetting her even more as she sent a glare in the direction of her teacher. Her angelic voice rang out, almost too soft to hear. "No. They remembered it.
Chisa: [Setty, pouty] I didn't get my Zechs blowup doll!
The cake still stands on the table, as do my presents on the family room couch. But, my family no longer stands like the cake. They remain silent, laying on the floor in a bloody, gutsy mess."
Chisa: Are you sure this is your house and not the Splatterhouse like in the video games?
The young girl had hardly any spark, her voice almost completely monotone as she spoke. No longer did her voice hold the resemblance of ringing bells on a Sunday gathering. Emotions were dead, and even the Lady noticed.
Silence was held throughout the ride home, not a note hummed during the drive. Setty's eyes remained cold, focused forward on the road before her, hand running over the silken fur of the purring kitten in her lap. Anaba, the beloved tiger cub Setty had gotten only days earlier as a birthday present from her best friend, Cheri. Cheri, the one person who always managed to cheer the young girl up, had moved the day before; no longer nearby to make Setty smile.
Chisa: Yeah...Being registered as a sex offender can do that to you. Kills those friendships in a heartbeat.
Bon Appetite. The fanciest restaurant in town. It just so happened to be French, like Setty.
Quatre smiled, for once in a long time he was dressed in a tuxedo and acting like a gentleman. Setty shook her head, "I can't believe you got rid of your leather and chains for an evening, just to go out to dinner." She mumbled, sort of missing his bad-boy side.
Chisa: Well, I'm NOT missing it, considering he never had one in the first place. Well, at least he's not CastratedGirl!Quatre...
Quatre chuckled, leaning over the table slightly to whisper into her ear. "Set, just because I'm not wearing bad-ass clothes, doesn't mean I won't get into trouble." He gave her an extremely kinky look as he slid across the booth to sit next to her.
Freddy: Thanks, fanfic. I'm gonna go scrub myself clean right after this.
Setty giggled, "Quatre. What are you doing?" she wondered, feeling Quatre's caresses on her thigh.
Chuck: [Quatre] Just making sure I get my money's worth...
Chisa and Freddy: [snicker]
Quatre shrugged, "You know me, babe. Always lookin' for a good time." He winked, and slowly began to kiss her neck.
Chisa: Geez, are men always this slutty or do nice restaurants just make them really horny?
Setty slid away a little. "Quatre. We're in a booth at Bon Appetite, you honestly think this is the best place and time to do this?" she raised an eyebrow, ready to reprimand him at any moment if things went too far.
Quatre sighed, "You're right." He smiled at her, a devilish grin creasing his lips. He pushed her out of the booth and grabbed her hand, "Follow me." He whispered, hurrying her off toward the only bathroom in the restaurant. Not to mention the fact that it was co-ed.
Chuck: Gundam Wing fic Sex Scene, take one! *claps*
Setty gasped as Quatre quickly shoved her inside and locked the door behind them. She looked at him, amazed. "Quatre Raberba-Winner. What are you doing?" She raised an inquisitive eyebrow, rather irritated at the moment.
Quatre smiled; the same eerie, kinky look on his face that had been there a few moments ago.
He suddenly shoved her against the wall and began kissing her neck. Nibbling and biting every sensitive spot on her neck that he knew she had.
Setty groaned, "Should we do this here? Now?!" she wondered, sounding a little worried.
Quatre laughed, "Set. We've done worse." He whispered, moving down a little to lick and tease what parts of her breasts were exposed.
Setty rolled her eyes, still slightly annoyed by Quatre's escapade. She sighed, leaning against the wall. "You're not getting anywhere, Q-chan." She teased.
Quatre rolled his eyes, "Heh. That's what you think." He reached around behind Setty, quickly unclasping the back of her dress with one hand as the other one worked on slipping the shoulders of her dress off.
Setty blinked, "Quatre. You're not serious, are you?" He looked up at her for a split second, nodding, before returning to one of her breasts. He teased her nipple with quick flicks of his tongue, biting it every few licks to savor her taste.
Chisa: Got milk, Quatre?
Setty let out a soft moan. "You know. We shouldn't be doing this in the bathroom of the fanciest restaurant in town." The last few words of her final sentence sounded like a mother disciplining her child.
Quatre laughed, rising to meet Setty's face, "You know, I love it when you get all demanding like that."
Freddy: Setty, being a careful and well trained whore, always tries to be rational before fucking girly blond pilots.
He kissed her hard, alternating between biting her lower lip and sucking on her top one.
Freddy: Setty waits for the kissing signal. It's all clear, Set. Go for it!
Setty sighed, "Fine. If you wanna play naughty. We'll play naughty." She whispered as she hurriedly unbuttoned his jacket and shirt. She ripped them off of him as quick as she could, staring at his rippling muscles as if she'd never seen them before. She switched him positions, slamming him against the bathroom wall as she dropped to her knees in front of him, unzipping his jeans with her teeth. She looked up at him through her lashes, wanting to see his reaction.
He smiled down at her and motioned with his hand for her to continue, "I didn't ask you to stop, Set." He explained.
Setty stuck her tongue out at her husband, licking the outside of his trousers at the same time. She smiled, pulling his pants down so they were around his ankles. Setty laughed, "You really don't like to wear underwear, do you, Q?" she wondered, staring directly in front of her at his arousal.
Quatre smiled, "Not so much." He mumbled as he wrapped his fingers in Setty's hair and pulled her face forward.
Setty laughed and spoke through clenched teeth. "You won't be able to get that in my mouth if my mouth isn't open to begin with, blondie."
Quatre sighed, rolling his eyes as he let go of her head. "Fine. Have it your way." He spoke so low that it seemed almost like a growl.
Setty smiled, taking her lover's growing excitement just barely into her mouth. She nipped the tip of him,
Chuck and Freddy: OW! *cross their legs conciously*
Chisa: What are you doing?
Chuck: The thing is, dick pain is universal, whether it's based on fiction or reality.
loving the sound he made from the pain. Teasing him with soft licks of her tongue. She looked up at him innocently, to see him looking down at her with a devilish look. A few minutes later, Quatre's hands were entwined in Setty's hair and her face was thrust onto him. She choked at first, unaware that he would do such a thing. As soon as she was used to the feeling of having him deep in the back of her throat, she bit down slightly.
Chisa: Dude! Okay, that is DEFINITELY not cool.
Chuck and Freddy: *cross their legs again*
Quatre let out a low growl, pulling a bit on Setty's hair. She laughed, the sound muffled from her full mouth. She pulled her mouth away so that all she had in her mouth was the very tip of him. Teasing him once more, by barely touching him with her tongue. She pulled her mouth completely off, licking the underside of him before rising to meet his face.
Quatre shook his head; "You enjoy doing that, don't you? Getting me so that I expect more and then just stopping. You're an evil bitch from hell, ya know that?" he smiled.
Freddy: Damn tootin'!
Setty nodded, "I learned from the best." She teased, kissing him.
Quatre shrugged, lifting Setty up and setting her on the sink counter as he lifted her skirt above her hips. Chuckling softly, he stared at Setty, "And you think I'm bad? You didn't wear any underwear either. Did you plan something tonight?" he wondered, giving her an accusing glare.
Chisa: [Setty] Well, I DID bring two sets of cards so we could play 40 Thieves and watch Revenge of the Nerds. Oh, you mean THAT other thing.
"Every time we go out to dinner, we end up doing something later in the Escalade. I figured I'd make it easier for you." She concluded.
Chisa: And we're out. No need for a bad review, she hardly writes anymore anyway.