Mystery Science Theater En Masse

Crazy Train, Episode 6: Closing Time (Part Two)

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Warning: Second verse, same as the first. Fic still has sex scenes and some strong language.

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Vice leapt off the desk towards King; she straddled King's lap, facing and putting her hands on other woman's shoulders, amazed at her own boldness. Last time she'd done something like this she'd paid the consequences by being tossed out onto the sidewalk.

James: I can see she didn't learn that lesson.

Mature and Yagami had teased her mercilessly about it on the way back to the apartment. Then again, it hadn't been so bad, as King had thrown her out personally... Being slung up over King's shoulder and carried out of the bar, King gripping her ass with one hand and her legs with the other, was a memory that had kept Vice amused on more than one occasion. She shivered, a sudden warmth spreading over her thighs at the recollection.

James: And now we know why.

King was very still, watching Vice, the confusion on her face now mixed with curiosity.

"What do you think you're doing, Vice?" she asked softly.

"I think I'm about to kiss you."

"Vice, I... I don't know if I can..."

Tomoko: You have to. Fic says that you have to.

Vice laid a finger against King's lips. "Hush."

She leaned forward, her heart pounding against her chest, and lightly pressed her lips against King's. There was an almost electric jolt, and she felt as if the bottom had just fallen out of her stomach.

Rory: Well, she needs to go pick it up!
Mai: *boos*
Rory: *grins*

She sighed, putting her arms around King's neck, parting her lips a fraction to let her tongue trail along King's lower lip; the other woman tasted as sweet as she smelled. After a moment Vice decided to press on, as she hadn't been ejected from King's lap. She cupped King's face with one hand, running the fingers of her other hand through the other woman's hair, losing herself in the kiss. The heat between her legs was growing stronger; she wondered vaguely if the faint scent of feminine arousal was her own or King's...

Axl: Both. Just say both.

King pulled back suddenly, gasping a bit.

"Vice..?" she asked shakily.

"Hmm..?"

"What about Mature?"

Vice nipped at King's ear. "What ABOUT Mature..?"

"Aren't you and she..." King faltered, then said in a rush, "Aren't the two of you lovers?"

Pulling back herself, Vice looked at King levelly. "Mature and I ARE lovers, but there are certain concessions we allow eachother." She paused, tilting her head. "Does that bother you?"

Axl: *while shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth* Doesn't bother me!
Mai: Is your name King, Axl?
Axl: No. Just sayin'.
Rory: You've been saying a whole lot with this fic, Ax.

King turned her face away.

"I don't have a lot of... experience," she said finally. "You'd be better off just going home to her."

James: Pretend that you're on a bike. Just not Tomoko's bike, because she rides hard. At least that's what I've heard.
Tomoko: Damn straight. Ask Tsukino about that.
James: Which one?
Tomoko: Emi.
James: I'm... in for some weird stories, I'm sure.

Vice snickered.

*Is that all...*

She cupped King's chin in her hand, turning the other woman's face to hers again. "I don't care that you're experienced or not," Vice whispered, running her other hand over the curve of one of King's muscled thighs. "You really don't have to do anything... I just want to make you come."

King's breathing was ragged. "What do you get out of it?"

Tomoko: I'd go for a free drink, but whatever.

Vice smiled, half-closing her eyes.

"I get to make a beautiful woman feel good."

James: Holy crap, she's just like Jess's sister. I don't know why it took me that long to figure it out.
Tomoko: Jeez, you're right, Daniels. I wonder what kind of trouble she got herself into this time.
Axl: Wait, is she the one who'll let you watch her antics?
Tomoko: Only in a private room, and only if she feels like it. And no, I never watched her do any of her stuff, because I don't care.

She leaned forward to kiss King again, the turmoil in her belly stronger still as King tentatively parted her own lips to return the kiss, wrapping her arms around Vice's waist. She shifted in King's lap, a bit relieved; she knew she was soaked to her thighs, and she'd been wondering how she was going to keep from sliding off. Her own hands fluttered down over King's shoulders, settled gently on King's breasts.

She stroked King's breasts through the soft linen, asking, "Can I keep going?"

King murmured. "Please do..."

"Good." Vice giggled. "Because I don't think I could stop..."

Mai: If you stopped, then we wouldn't have a fic... or someone who can't stop stuffing popcorn into his mouth.
Axl: *claps* Whoo!

Moving downward, Vice mouthed King's collarbone while she worked the buttons on the other woman's tailored shirt. Opening the shirt, she gazed at what lay beneath. The pale expanse of King's bosom was supported by a bra that seemed made entirely of pink lace.

Rory: I think this may be the only time where purple prose isn't going to kill any of us.

Vice blinked, then snickered again at the sight.

*I guessed right; she may look all big and butch, but she's a femme at heart...*

"Pretty," she said aloud, slipping her hands behind King's back to unfasten the lacy confection, then cupped King's breasts. "But not as pretty as these..."

"Uh, thanks." King blushed, laughing a bit. "Grew them myself."

James: Rimshot?
Mai: No, we're good.

Vice lifted one breast, taking the nipple into her mouth. She circled her tongue around the aureola while kneeding King's other breast, lightly pulling at the nipple and feeling it stiffen under her teasing fingertips. Then she trailed her hand down and worked at King's belt. She slid downward off King's lap to kneel on the floor, lightly kissing her way down King's abdomen, flicking her tongue around the navel, relishing the faint tang of perspiration. King was making some very interesting noises now, sighing heavily and shifting her hips forward involuntarily. Vice murmured, slipping her hand into King's pants. To her delight, she found a pleasing dampness, and gave a soft growl of approval, cupping King's sex.

"It's nice to know I'm not the only one getting something out of this..." She stroked King a moment, then gave one pants-leg a tug, adding, "Let's get you out of these, though."

"R-right."

She moved back a bit to let King stand and drop her pants, then ran her hands, fingers splayed, up the woman's legs. Hooking her fingers under the satiny fabric, Vice peeled down King's underwear, lightly nuzzling King's inner thigh. She then reached up, wrapping her arms around the other woman's waist.

"You might want to sit back down," Vice said with a grin, gently pushing the other woman back into her chair. She parted King's knees and settled herself between them, running her hands over those beautiful muscular thighs again. "You wouldn't be able to stand for long, anyway..."

Tomoko: Yeah, I really need to draw up some plans later...
James: *looks at Mai, Axl, and Rory* And I thought that those three had odd plans.

She trailed a finger-tip along King's labia, giggling as King made an almost strangled noise of desire. She ventured a quick peek up at the blonde woman, happily noting the hunger on her face.

"Was that too much?" asked Vice, putting a note of concern in her voice. "Maybe I SHOULD stop."

Axl: Oh, we're doing the teasing stuff now? Oh, yes, yes, this is great!
Rory: *slowly moves away from Axl* Hey, you enjoy what you want, but don't drag me into it, Ax.
Axl: *laughs* Quit overreacting, Rory!

"No! Please..." King moaned. "Please, keep going..."

Vice wrapped her arms around King's hips, leaning forward and running her tongue over the moist split. She slipped her tongue past the swelling lips, ran it up along the soft inner lips, flicking against King's clit.

"Oooh.." King moved her hips forward on the chair; she lifted her feet and propped them on the desk. She blushed a bit when Vice looked up at her quizzically, stammering, "I thought I'd make it easier for you to, uh, do that..."

Vice grinned at her again. "Very helpful. Thank you."

Mai: I'm wondering what "that" is...

As far as she was concerned, King had just given her the go-ahead to do whatever she liked. Vice parted King's labia with her fingers, eagerly eyeing the shiny pink flesh. Women's bodies facinated Vice. Men were fun to play with, she didn't deny that. But men didn't hold the adventure, the sense of discovery, that playing with women did. Vice gloried in the lubricity, the salty-sweetness, the folds and layers of secrets women's sexes held. Every woman was different, each one a mystery to unravel, and Vice always threw herself in headfirst (as it were) to discover what would make a woman sing. Feeling someone shaking and moaning in her arms always gave her a perverse feeling of accomplishment.

James: I'd say that that would sound like Jess, but nope. It's definitely her sister. Hell, that sounded like something her sister would do.

She licked and suckled pleasantly for a bit, kneading her finger-tips slowly along King's labia and trying to ignore the ache in her own sex.

*God, I wanna get off so bad... But King comes first.* She paused, considering her thought. *Er. Well, hopefully she will.*

Tomoko: Wait, what? Someone's putting their partner first? This's a thing?
James: Surprised, huh?
Tomoko: With all the shit sex stories that I've seen, this's a first. There's hope for mankind now.

King moaned as Vice's tongue ran along the top of her clit, sliding back the hood, and flicked against it. One of her legs came down off the desk to rest over Vice's shoulder.

"You like that?" Vice asked softly.

"Oh...yeah..!" King ran her fingers through Vice's hair. "Harder..."

"Like this..?" Vice took the other woman's clit directly into her mouth, sucking firmly.

"OH!"

Vice started back at the gutteral cry that escaped King, concerned it HAD been too much, but found her head shoved back into place.

"Don't stop on me now!" cried King.

*Riiiiiight.*

Axl: *as he stuffs more popcorn into his mouth* Go on...

Vice dove back to work, gripping King's hips firmly, burying her face in King's sex. Vice could feel those glorious calf muscles tightening against her back, felt the flesh under her mouth quiver.

"Oh! Oh! Oooohh..!"

King shuddered as she came, a viscous fluid actually jetting forth in an arc, Vice noted with surprise.

Mai: I thought that when a woman comes, the liquid would be clear...
Rory: Hentai squirts.
Mai: *with a confused look on her face* I don't... wow, Rory.

*Whoa! That was COOL!* Vice held King, resting her head against her thigh as the last tremors subsided. *There's no way I'm gonna to be able to walk away from this without getting a little something, too,* she thought. *I wonder if I can convince her to- Meep?!*

Vice gasped as King took her by the hair, pulling Vice back into her lap.

"Oh, Vice..!" King murmured.

James: I guess she really is getting something in return!

The blonde woman's hands were everywhere, reaching into Vice's jacket to touch her breasts, snaking into her pants to grip her mount firmly, all the while covering her mouth in a kiss that left Vice breathless. Vice couldn't believe this was happening, that it would be happening in the real world.

But then, this wasn't real...

Tomoko: Wait, what?
Rory: *raps* It was all a dream!
Axl: *laughs* Darn it, Rory!

Vice lay back, covered in a light sheen of sweat, trying desperately to send herself over the edge.

*Almost there...*

She bit her lip, glancing quickly at the slumbering forms of Mature and Yagami beside her. The thought of possibily getting caught was a bit of a turn on... Then she sighed and shut her eyes again, her fingers working feverishly over her clit.

*I'm getting too distracted. Where was I..? Right... King is holding me, kissing ME now... So close...*

"Vice..?"

*Uh oh.*

James: Seriously, this must've been the wettest wet dream ever.

Vice opened her eyes to find Mature propped up on one elbow watching her with amusement.

Tomoko: She's not the only one watching in amusement, I'll tell you that much.
Axl: Hee!

"Mmm... What ARE you doing, you naughty girl?"

"I... I was having trouble sleeping, so I thought I'd try to... you know..." Vice shrugged, turning her face away and blushing. "Try to relax..."

"By waking us both up?" Yagami glared down at Vice over Mature's shoulder. He generally tended to have four seperate expressions: boredom, annoyance, pissed off, and frothing lunatic. The one he wore now was the second. "I swear, you yowl like a cat in heat."

Rory: Something tells me that I should never ask Cassy about this.
James: Of course you shouldn't. I think you like having both of your eyeballs in your sockets, yeah?

Vice reddened deeper. "Shut up, Yagami. You don't hear me bitch when you're beating off over Kusanagi," she snapped.

Mai: Indeed. Many a fanfic happened to be written about that, despite what some sour and snobby people think...
Tomoko: When'd you become such a stealthy one, James?
Mai: It's always been there. The proper button just had to be pressed.

Mature laughed as Yagami's expression shifted from second to third. "Now now, let's not bait eachother..." she said, effortlessly difusing the situation, then added, "Iori has a point though, love. That must have been quite a nice fantasy if the noises you were making are any guage." She ran one hand lightly up over Vice's belly and breasts. "So..? Who were you thinking about?"

Vice murmured as Mature gave one of her breasts a squeeze. "King..."

"Poor love," chuckled Mature, shaking her head. "Why do you torture yourself thinking about her? She's terminally straight."

Yagami snorted. "You make it sound like a disease."

"It might as well be," grumbled Vice.

Axl: Pfft...

Mature rubbed at Vice's mount with her other hand, and Vice found herself rubbing back like a cat arching against a petting hand.

Rory: More cat references!
Mai: I'd hate to imagine how Cassy would react to that...

Mature gripped her breast roughly, pinching and twisting the nipple. The sudden pain made her cry out sharply, raising her hips off the bed and shoving herself against Mature's hand.

Mature was laughing again as she easily thrust her fingers into Vice's cleft. "So wet and open down here..."

James: Well, looks like we know what's gonna happen next, eh?

Yagami rolled his eyes.

"I'll never get any sleep at this rate." Grabbing his pillow and a sheet, he got up and headed towards the doorway, grousing the entire time. "I'll be on the couch. If you wake me up out there, I WILL kill you."

Rory: Yeah, like that threat's gonna work, since you... oh, wait, they're not physically dead in this fic.
Axl: Fic was written before "KOF XIII" was a thing, Rory.

"Of course, Iori," Mature said teasingly. "After all, you did such a thorough job the first time."

Tomoko: Holy shit, I'm so impressed right now. There will never be enough ointment for that burn.

She cackled when he made an obscene gesture before slamming the bedroom door behind him, then she turned her attentions back to Vice, narrowing her eyes and smiling nastily. "You heard him, Vice. You'll have to be quiet... Can you?"

All: Nope!

She flexed her fingers, working them deeper, making Vice gasp.

"Mature..."

"Nasty little slut," Mature purred. "Fantasizing about other women... I'm not enough for you?"

Rory: *eyes widening, slowly grabs a handful of popcorn* I see that this is happening...
Axl: Uh-huh...

"That's not it at all..!" Vice whined. "Mature... Please..!"

Mature bent her head, her hair falling forward and hiding Vice's face as well as her own behind a curtin of blonde curls. Vice looked up at her, shivering at the cheerful sadism dancing in Mature's eyes.

"You should not be calling me by name," growled Mature. "Should you?"

Vice cheeks flamed as she turned her face away again. "No..."

"What do you call me?" Mature urged, tilting Vice's face towards hers, her tone firm, though gentle. "Say it, love."

She turned her wrist, easing her hand further into Vice, slowly curling her fingers into a fist.

The words poured out of Vice's mouth in a rush, her face burning. "OH..! Oh, Mistress, please..!"

Mature chuckled. "There's my good girl."

Tomoko: Yeah, I'm really gonna have to draw up some plans when I get back home...
Mai: Am I the only one who doesn't have kinky thoughts in this room?
James: Probably. Don't beat yourself up over that.

Yagami pounded the wall once with his fist. "Quiet."

Vice bit at her lip, trying to keep herself from moaning. "Oh... Please, Mistress, don't be mad..!"

"Hush, love. I'm not mad at you," whispered Mature, licking the tears from Vice's cheek. "It's just that you cower so prettily."

A humiliating wave of pride washed over Vice at this praise; she squirmed against Mature's hand.

"Now then," Mature said, looking down at her. "Do you want me to start moving?"

"Yes..." Vice clamped her eyes shut, focusing on the intensity of being stretched and filled. The pressure against her cervix hurt a little. The pain made her want to come...

James: How far up are you going? Christ.
Axl: Beats the five dollar footlong penis.
Tomoko: *disgusted* Ugh.

"Doesn't it feel nice..?"

Mai: Like a weird trip to the gynecologist.

Vice opened her eyes again, begging, "Oh, Mistress... Please can I come? Please?"

"Go on then, naughty girl," said Mature, smiling down at Vice, her own cheeks flushed. "Nice and loud. nt tnt to hear it..."

Rory: Oops, I think the fic glitched a bit.
Mai: I think that can be blamed on a transition period that the website had a little over a decade ago. Some fics ended up having some errors.

"Oooh yes..." The climax rolled over Vice in a wave; she clamped her thighs around Mature's forearm and arched her back. "Ahhn!"

"Quiet in there!" called Yagami, giving the wall another pound.

Mature waited for Vice to come back to herself, then slowly pulled her fist free. "I'm going to have a bruised wrist in the morning," she commented dryly, flexing her hand.

"Sorry, Mistress..." Vice giggled, watching Mature grab one of Yagami's t-shirts from the clutter on the floor to wipe her hand clean.

Mai: Well, she's going to die... in the metaphorical sense.
James: *as Iori* Do you know what towels are, you horny idiot?!

"I don't know that saying 'sorry' is good enough." Mature took Vice by the hair, shoving her head downward, murmuring, "I want you to show me how grateful you are..."

Rory: Oh. This is definitely happening.
Axl: *as he pours some soda into a cup* Yep.

Vice shifted to her knees, bending her face over Mature's sex, so wet at this point that the golden hair was slicked into little curls around the cleft. Her clit was swollen hard, looking ready to burst. Vice latched desperately onto it, flicking her tongue along the glans.

"Oh... Yesyesyes..." crooned Mature. "Such a good girl." She tightened her grip in Vice's hair, stroking Vice's backside with her other hand. "Mmm... Faster..." She gave Vice's ass a swat. "No, not harder! Faster..!"

Vice picked up her pace, sliding a few fingers into Mature as well, and was rewarded with Mature gasping and tightening her thighs around Vice's head.

"Oh, naughty girl..!" Mature writhed as Vice thrust her fingers, lapping at Mature's clit with quick fluttering strokes. "Yes, faster like that..." Mature came hard, grinding against Vice's face and yanking her . ". "Oh, god, YES! GOOD girl!"

Tomoko: Yeah... gonna have to plan this further...

"I SAID, SHUT THE FUCK UP IN THERE!"

Tomoko: ...hopefully without anyone hearing it when I do get that plan started.

They both jumped as the voice boomed from the next room.

"Sorry, Iori," called Mature shakily. "We're done now."

They listened as Yagami flopped heavily onto the couch grumbling, then Vice said softly, "I don't know that saying 'sorry' is good enough, Mature."

James: Yeah, you're probably gonna have to wash that shirt of his, too.

"Wiseass," Mature said fondly, giving Vice's backside another light spank. She took Vice's arm, pulling her up beside her again, sliding her own arm under Vice's shoulders. Leaning in to kiss her, Mature paused when Vice tensed under her. "What is it, love?"

"It's nothing..." Vice looked away, suddenly uncomfortable. All she could think of was how it would feel to hold King like this; relaxed, intimate, a pair of lovers who knew eachother too well. "Just... nothing."

"My poor Vice," Mature crooned, cupping Vice's face and stroking her cheek with her thumb. "I understand... You've got it bad, hm?"

Vice sighed. "I know it bothers you," she said, turning her face to give Mature's thumb a kiss. "I shouldn't keep obsessing."

Mai: Only as long as you're not stalking the woman.

Mature shrugged. "It doesn't bother me. It's King, after all. I LIKE King; she's a striking woman and she doesn't insult my intelligence. Unlike Yata."

Vice surpressed a snicker, saying instead, "You're never going to forgive me for that, are you?"

"Everyone is entitled to a number of charity fucks," Mature said primly. "Although why you wasted one on HER is beyond me."

This time the snicker escaped.

Axl: Yikes. Perhaps some angry sex will work. Maybe I should ask Sonia to write something like that.
James: Still not your birthday, mate.

"But in all seriousness, love," Mature continued, "if the oportunity were to arise, I wouldn't begrudge you the chance to get into King's panties." She grinned at Vice then, grabbing another fistful of Vice's hair and adding, "Of cours'd 'd expect to hear all the salicious details afterward."

Vice squeaked as Mature pulled her head back, and giggled, "Sounds like a plan."

Mature leaned down to kiss Vice again, loosening her grip. Vice relaxed in her arms, letting herself be held, savoring the sweetness of Mature's lips on hers. She suddenly found herself stifling a very obvious yawn.

Tomoko: At least it ain't because she's bored.

"Oh, I'm not keeping YOU up now, am I?" Mature chided softly, smiling.

Vice grinned sheepishly back at her. "Oops."

"It IS late, love; are you ready to try to go back to sleep?"

"Yeah," Vice said, tucking a wisp of Mature's baawayaway behind Mature's ear. She gave Mature a quick peck on the cheek. "I'm a LOT more relaxed now."

Mature laughed softly. "I would imagine." She rolled over onto her side, her back to Vice, then purred as Vice stroked her shoulders. "Good night, love."

Mai: I think this might be the only time where someone here won't react with the "I hope you die in your sleep" threat.

Vice lay there a few moments, listening to Mature's even breathing beside her and Yagami sawing wood in the next room from the couch. Then she shifted to the side of the bed where she'd shed her favorite suit for the night, reaching into the pants pocket for her wallet. Vice grinned, pulling out the rose petal and rubbing it between her fingers. It was a little dry, the scent faint now, but it was still very soft to the touch.

*You WILL hear all the salicious details at some point, Mature. I just want to enjoy them by myself a wee bit longer...*

Rory: *raps* It was not a dream!
Axl: *laughs*

Owari * End

Axl: And that's the worst part of this fanfic. The fact that it freakin' ended.
James: Always eager for more, aren't you?
Tomoko: I'm seriously expecting Miyadama to waltz by and scream "Lewd!" any minute now.

Whether that was good or bad, it was fun to write, and I KNOW I've definitely read worse.

James: Trust us, we've riffed worse!

The whole idea of Mature and Vice being not necessariy welcome guests/housemates in Iori's apartment comes from reading too many KOF comic anthologies.

Axl: Well, odd thing is that it does make sense for what-ifs there, too.

The idea of them being lovers comes from wishful thinking on the part of myself and some friends. ^^

Mai: And I bet that you all were not the only ones thinking that.

Give me some feedback; good or bad doesn't matter, just let me know what you think. Hell, flame me if you must. I could use the entertainment. ^^

Rory: Flame? No, no, no, we're not doing that. This fic was fine, author.
Mai: It's a nice change of pace. Honestly... I wouldn't mind riffing another bad fic. Good fics are hard to riff.
James: Careful what you wish for, Mai. You're probably going to hate yourself for saying that.
Mai: *shrugs* Oh, well. I'm used to a bit of bad luck.
Tomoko: Damn it, don't say that, either. It's not a badge of honor, James!
Mai: Well, that's how it usually is for me.

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