The hotel lobby shook with the sounds--raucous laughter,
blaring music, insane highly-pitched giggles, kiais. Strange
lights flickered in the windows. The manager shook his head.
Their money was as good as anybody's, but this was the last
time he was renting rooms to fighting-game characters.
The two main meeting rooms had been rented out for two
parties, one huge and one much smaller. The smaller party's
room was in fairly good shape, but the big one would probably
need sandblasting just to remove the punch stains from the
floor, let alone the scorch marks from the walls.
The manager tiptoed from the desk and cautiously peeped
his head around the corner. Over the door hung a huge
banner, reading, "KONGRADULATIONS GEN-AN." Someone had
crossed out the "D" and replaced it with a "T," but no one
had bothered fixing the more obvious mistake.
Over the sounds of a spirited patriotic argument
(carried on in English and Russian simultaneously), he could
dimly hear a chorus of "For he's a Jolly Good Fellow" in
Japanese. Someone cut it off by proposing a toast, but he
apparently couldn't remember what he was toasting. It didn't
sound like that stopped anybody, though.
The manager shook his head again and retired to his desk
to count the huge sack of quarters and hundred-yen coins he'd
been given as payment. Let them have their fun.
* * * * *
Inside, the room was as chaotic as it sounded outside.
Almost every male fighting game character from the last five
years (and some from even earlier) had decided to pay their
respects to Gen-An. Unfortunately, fighting game characters
are almost incapable of getting along with each other, and
only the copious amount of beer and punch present had kept it
from turning into a total brawl.
The hotel had rented them its largest room, but it was
still crowded. A huge banquet table, laden with food, stood
at the front of the room (considerably lighter after
Earthquake, Thugg, and J. Max got through with it). Kegs and
punch bowls were strategically placed around the room, and
one corner was dominated by a large-screen TV (tuned for now
to the basketball game).
Tam Tam stood at the main table, holding a skull goblet
somewhat unsteadily in one huge hand. "To Gen-An. Sure, he
may have cut me in half, but he's shtill a great friend..."
"TO GEN-AN!" everyone chorused, and drank.
The bachelor party committee was gathered in the corner
by the TV. Wan Fu was poring over a crumpled checklist while
contemplating the headache this was turning into. "We need to
get things under control more. Jenghiz, do you have the
movie for later?" J. Carn produced a cassette from his tunic,
held it up, and grinned. "Great. Dee Jay, make sure the
bowls are filled or we'll have a riot. Oh, and put on
something besides reggae, okay? Johnny, stop looking in the
mirror and send someone to separate Zangief and Muscle Power.
And Rancid..."
The punk looked up from his _Hustler_. "Yeh?"
"Try to figure out how to get Raiden out of the TV,
okay? I don't want him getting caught in the movie." He
folded up the checklist and stuffed it away. "Great.
Everyone seems to be having a good time. Let's keep it that
way, people."
* * * * *
The party in the other room was considerably smaller,
and slightly more restrained. The "CONGRATULATIONS MAI"
poster had been appropriated for togas long ago. The
stripper had run in terror from Mantazz, and things had
lagged for a while until Matrix started a round of anecdote-
swapping.
"...And what about Vega, anyway?" said Cammy, downing
the last of her beer. "He either thinks he's God's gift to
women or just God's gift to himself. The first time I fought
him I managed to get him in a corner, and what did he do? He
pulled off his mask and batted his eyelashes, like I was
supposed to swoon at his feet or something." She rolled her
huge blue eyes and casually crushed her can. "Get real."
Charlotte shook her head. "You think _that's_ bad? Let
me tell you about Earthquake! Loud, pushy, so fat he makes
Honda look like Dhalsim, but the _smell!_ Zut alors! The
_smell!_ And people say the French don't bathe enough!"
Chun Li smiled to herself as she slipped out the door.
After avenging her father she'd decided to go out and have
fun, but this was beyond anything she'd expected. Besides,
the room was getting a bit close, and she could use some
fresh air.
She walked past the desk, where the manager was
muttering, "Six hundred seventy-two...six hundred seventy-
three...six hundred seventy-four..." and pushed her way out
to the front of the building.
Several deep breaths cleared her lungs. She began
scanning the stars when she heard a rustling behind her.
Instantly her old fighting instincts returned to her.
She spun and adopted a fighting stance, looking around for
her assailant.
A deep, gravelly voice came to her from the bushes.
"Uh...Chun?"
"Who is it?" she hissed. "If you're from Bison..."
"No, no." The branches parted and Blanka stepped into
the streetlight. "Sorry to startle you. I just wasn't sure
it was you in those clothes..."
"Oh, these." Running one hand through her long hair,
which she'd taken to wearing loose lately, she glanced down
at her jeans and T-shirt. "I only wore that other stuff until
I avenged my father, to remind me what I was fighting for.
Those stockings rode up something awful, though. So, why
aren't you at the party?"
"Too many people. It smelled bad. And Guile kept
threatening to run me over a carpet and zap Ryu with me."
Chun Li relaxed and sat on the bench by the sidewalk.
Blanka had always seemed like the lost puppy of the Street
Fighters, and she'd never really gotten to know him. "Have a
seat, then," she suggested, patting the bench next to her.
He sat, obediently. "So, how's it going?"
"Not so good. Mom decided to move in with me..."
* * * * *
Guile stood up and slapped Erik on the back. "Hang on,
big fella, I gotta go shake the weasel. Don't eat all the
pretzels while I'm gone." Erik belched in reply.
Emerging from the men's room, Guile paused and listened
to the sound of the women's party down the hall. Thoughts
began to percolate his beer-sodden brain, the most prominent
of which were "Women!" and "The wife'll never know..." After
a second's rest to clear his head and check his hair, he set
out to stalk the corridors.
_I oughta look for Chun Li,_ he thought. _She's fuckin'
hot in those tights, and I hear she's been lookin' for a real
man lately..._
A few minutes of wandering the halls proved fruitless,
and he was just about to ask the manager if he'd seen her
when he glanced out the front door. _There she is? But what
the hell's that flea-bitten bastard doing with her? Shit!_
He turned to the manager and pounded his fist against
the desk in frustration. "Can you believe it? What the hell
does she see in him, anyway?"
"Nine hundred thirty...nine hundred thirty-one..."
Guile shook his head in disgust and turned to return to
the party. In doing so, he nearly knocked over the woman
behind him.
"Shit!" he yelped, catching his balance against the
desk. "Uh, who the hell are you?"
"Sonya Blade," the woman said, offering her hand. "I
just saw your uniform and wondered what branch you were."
Guile took her hand, noticing with pleasure the strength
y. Why don't we go somewhere
and I'll tell you about it?"
* * * * *
"...shure, he almost Butcher Shrusted me to death...
shtill, he'sh a great friend...let'sh drink to my good buddy,
um...um...Gan-En!"
Wan Fu shook his head sadly and dispatched Galford to
get Tam Tam off the floor. There was a bone-rattling *THUMP*
as Galford teleported on top of him, knocking him to the
floor. Dimly, from under the table, came, "maybe he breashed
poishon on me...shtill the besht friend I ever had..."
_Better make sure he doesn't start toasting again,_ Wan
Fu thought. _Don't want people getting drunk too quickly.
Maybe I can have a Mortal Kombatant turn him into a baby for
a while..._ He strolled over to the corner where the guest of
honor sat, talking shop with Rasputin, Shang Tsung, Death,
and Amakusa.
"What do you think of the party, Gen-An?" he asked,
leaning in.
Gen-An grinned widely and gave a high-pitched giggle.
"Great, pal, just great." He turned back to the others.
"Anyway, when Mai killed me, I knew she was the girl for me."
"Didn't you say that about the last one?" Death asked.
"Hey, that was different! Anyway, she wasn't a *true*
warrior like Mai is. And once we found out she was adopted
and we're not really related, well...heh, heh."
Wan Fu took a small sip from his flask of sake. "Why
aren't any of Mai's colleagues here, Gen-An? I don't see any
Fatal Furiosities anywhere."
Gen-An giggled again. "They're all jealous, because
Mai's the only woman they could relate to--I think she's the
only woman they ever met, in fact--and I got her instead.
You shoulda seen the look Terry Bogard gave me. I think they
all went bar-hopping in Hong Kong or something."
"Well, enjoy the party, buddy." He patted Gen-An on the
back and caught Johnny Cage's eye from across the room.
"What is it, Fu-man?" the movie star asked.
"Don't call me that, Johnny. Call me Cleopatra if you
need a nickname." At Johnny's confused look he went on, "We
need to clean a few things up. Kung Lao took care of Tam
Tam, but Erik, Thugg, and Lief are doing too much damage
slam-dancing. Oh, and try to get Ryu to participate, okay?"
"I'm on it, boss. Oh, I think Ryu went off with Ken
somewhere--I haven't seen them in an hour."
Wan Fu shook his head. "At least he's enjoying himself,
then. Go clear the dance floor before Liu Kang starts
discoing again."
* * * * *
"...an *anklet*? *YOU*? It took an *anklet*..."
"For mom to know me, yeah. Mom's always been a little
near-sighted. Didn't know about it at all until I got
famous..."
Chun Li gently patted Blanka on the back. "That must
have been a rough time for you. It's good that you found
her, though. I lost my parents when I was young."
There was a pause, and Blanka put a sympathetic arm
around Chun's shoulders, squeezing her in.
"I'll be okay."
She was surprised to find herself talking so easily with
the Bestial Brazillian. But sympathetic ears were hard to
find in such a violent world, and, despite his frightening
appearance, Blanka seemed like such a gentle soul. Indeed,
Chun Li couldn't recall a time when she had gotten along with
someone so well. Ryu had been intriguing, but hadn't
reciprocated any interest, Ken was engaged, Dhalsim married,
Guile married and a jerk... this was different. There was
something comforting in the huge furry arm around her. She
found herself snuggling against Blanka's chest.
"Chun?"
"Mmm?"
"I...um...well...I really like you. A lot. Um..."
Chun Li smiled. "I like you, too, big guy."
Blanka said nothing more, as words failed him. He had
no idea what to do, what to say. But she liked him! That
was the important part. And she felt so nice, resting
against his chest like that...He looked down at her, seeing
her stare out into the night...looking down at her body...
dressed like that...he could see down the front of her shirt,
at the pale, smooth curves of her breasts...Oh, how he
wished...Oh, how he wanted...
Chun Li stretched, twisting her back. Blanka made a
good pillow. She turned her eyes upwards, and saw him
looking down at her. She smiled at him. _Now why does he
look so nervous?_
Blanka shuddered, unable to cope with the feelings any
more. He pulled her in closer, and nuzzled her face and
neck.
"Blanka!" Chun Li gasped in surprise. "What are...oh.
Well...if you really want to..."
Blanka began to nibble at her neck.
* * * * *
Janne cursed to herself as she sponged her front with
moist paper towels. _Merde. How could Cammy be so clumsy as
to knock an entire punch bowl on me? And punch leaves such
awful stains..._
She gasped in surprise as a spinning, whirling form
appeared behind her. As it slowed, it revealed itself to be
a man. Finally he spun to a stop, and bowed.
"Rasputin, what are you doing here? This is the ladies'
room, you barbarian!"
"My humble apologies, my lady," he said, bowing again.
"A slight miscalculation of a few feet."
"You are never humble about anything, you Russian
pervert. Go away."
"Of course. Although..." His eyes twinkled as he took
her in: her long, flowing blonde hair, her beautiful blue
eyes, her soaking wet white blouse... "I understand you've
been in search of...companionship. I will of course
understand if you prefer Mr. Carn instead..."
She turned her head and spat in the sink. "The pig
already had twelve wives, and he expected me to do laundry.
That is no way to treat one such as me..."
Rasputin internally rolled his eyes. _Charlotte must be
a descendant of yours...the family resemblance is
unmistakable._ He took a step forward. "And how do you desire
to be treated?" he asked in a low tone.
Janne stepped forward and met his gaze. "You realize a
warrior woman such as I cannot submit to one who has not
proved himself a superior in battle..." she whispered.
In a twinkling she was enfolded in a pair of huge,
yellow hands, grasping her tightly and leaving her unable to
move. "Is that sufficient, my lady? While I would not *mind*
keeping you like this all night, there are far more...
productive ways we could spend our time."
"You have proven your worth," Janne said, smiling.
"Please release me." He did, gently setting her on the edge
of the sink.
"Before we go on, I would like your help with a small
problem," said Janne. Rasputin raised an eyebrow.
Janne unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor
with a *splat*. "I'm completely saturated in punch, and that
won't do at all. I would like your assistance in cleaning it
up."
* * * * *
The large black man looked up as Guile pulled a chair
next to him. "Hey, why're you over here drinking alone?
It's a party! Have fun!"
"Sorry. I'm just kind of distracted."
Guile slapped him on the back. "Well, don't worry about
it, whatever it is. Anyway, maybe you'll get lucky like I
did." He grabbed a handful of chips and downed them noisily.
"Weirdest shit. I was just wandering around the lobby when I
bump into this chick. Turns out she's military too."
The other man lifted his head, but didn't say anything.
Missing the dangerous look in his eye, Guile went on, "Well,
pretty soon we're in a room comparin' scars. Pretty soon
things started gettin' hot, and, well...use your imagination,
pal, eh?" Guile nudged him in the ribs.
The crunch of Guile's potato chips covered the low
rumble in the other man's throat. "She wasn't bad. More
flat-chested than I like, but I can deal. Now, the one I
really was hopin' to get lucky with was Chun Li. She's got
the best..."
He paused as he felt a hand on his shoulder. The man
had stood up and was glaring into his face. "Sonya is a good
friend of mine. I can cope with your seducing her, but
insulting her afterwards is over the line, 'pal.'"
Liu Kang took a contemplative sip of punch. "I'm amazed
his shoulder isn't dislocating right now."
x face-punches him next."
They watched for a while. Liu Kang grumbled and reached
for his wallet.
"He's probably not going to try some of the really
destructive techniques with a crowd like this around," Kung
Lao continued. "Double or nothing Jax throws him?"
"You're on."
There came a loud *thud* and mutters of annoyance from
Honda. "This isn't your lucky night, brother."
"It happens. How long can Guile handle those Back
Breakers, do you think?"
Kung Lao considered for a moment. "I think he's about
ready to finish him, personally. I'll give you one last
chance to recoup your losses..."
"Gladly, brother. You can't be this lucky forever."
There was a sound like a ripe pumpkin smashing. "Oh,
here," Liu Kang grumbled, tossing his compatriot a wad of
bills. "That's got to smart."
"Indeed. Lucky he has little use for it. Besides,
Death can always restore it...it happens to the Time Killers
quite often."
* * * * *
"Twelve hundred and three..." The manager glanced at
the bushes outside the hotel. There was rustling and noise.
Couldn't those ingrates just get a room of their own? Even
that tall blond with the mask had gotten his own room...with
a full-length mirror. Ah well. "Twelve hundred and four..."
Chun Li was taken aback by Blanka's fervor. Passion was
all well and good, and his kisses left incredible marks--and
feelings--on her neck, but he was moving rather too quickly
for her tastes. Her t-shirt was shredded rags before she
knew what was happening, and her chest was being covered with
kisses. Her bra seemed to mystify him, though. After
several failed attempts to work out the hook, he simply slid
the straps down her shoulders, revealing her well-formed,
smooth breasts. He returned to his wild, passionate kisses,
nipping and flicking his tongue over her skin, then reaching
her pink, erect nipples. She gasped and cried out as he
sucked and kissed at them, sending sparks throughout her
body, and she reveled in the wonderful feeling.
As he kissed her breasts, she became aware of his
attempts to undo her fly. He tore the buttons open, and
struggled to slide her jeans and panties off. She moved to
try to help him, and soon was lying almost naked on her back
underneath him. His kisses left her nipples, disappointing
her somewhat, but his tongue and lips were moving lower over
her stomach, and his powerful hands were spreading her legs,
moving up her thighs, towards the place where she needed him.
Blanka paused, staring at the mysterious, black, curled
hair covering her _there_. He could see moisture, and
tender, pink lips, and knew that he wanted it, and her, so.
She was gasping, "Please, Blanka...please...", and trying to
pull his head down into her. With a fierce rush, he attacked
her, spreading her lips to reveal glistening pink and red
folds, then madly licking and sucking at her, making her cry
and beg.
Chun Li felt like she was going to explode, with the
incredible feelings pouring into her. But Blanka couldn't
stand the delays any longer. Grabbing her around the hips,
he flipped her over, onto her knees and shoulders. He spread
her legs, tore his own pants open, and then quickly thrust
into her.
His sudden attack took her completely by surprise. He'd
slid inside her easily enough, and his fierce thrusts were
pleasant enough, but why had he stopped what he was doing
before? He was thrusting faster and faster, howling as he
pounded into her. His shaft, so huge, was thrusting deeper
in her than she had thought possible. His claws were leaving
scratches in her hips and back as he moved, and finally he
left out a final cry, as he gave in to his release. As he
did, electrical shocks released from him, making her spasm
and cry, both in pain and in pleasure.
Blanka collapsed on top of her, his still-erect shaft
finally leaving her. She felt sore, disoriented, but not
totally dissatisfied. It hadn't been all that bad... but he
definitely needed work.
Teaching him should be great fun.
"Blanka?"
"Mmmm?"
"I think there's some things we need to work on..."
She turned to look at him. He looked hurt.
"You didn't like...?"
"No, I did, but we can make it better..." She unhooked
her bra and removed it along with the remains of her shirt.
Then she reached out and took his shaft into her hand,
feeling it growing hard again already as she touched it. How
on earth had that fit in her so easily? "Much, much
better..."
* * * * *
Ukyo pulled out a pocket mirror and checked his face.
Guile had come perilously close to spattering on him, which
might have led to a tragedy beyond imagining...blood marring
his perfect features.
No...he reassured himself it was all right. Still,
better to leave before something went wrong. He pushed his
way out of the party and into the hotel. The planners had
stocked a shockingly small amount of sweets for the buffet.
Fortunately, there was a vending machine at the end of the
hall.
As he unwrapped his Snickers, he heard a whine behind
him and felt something nudge his calf. He looked down to see
Poppy, Galford's dog, looking up at him with deep, soulful
eyes.
"Go away, Poppy. Chocolate isn't good for you." Poppy
whined again. "Please don't bother me. Why don't you get
some chips from the party?" Poppy poked Ukyo's leg with his
nose.
"Well, be that way." He started to head back to the
party, but the dog blocked his path. "Don't do that. I want
to go back to the party." Poppy steadfastly refused to move.
"Very well, I hate to do this, but..." He took careful
aim and leveled a kick at the dog's rump. Poppy lept away,
so the kick only grazed her leg. Defeated, no chocolate
forthcoming, she decided to leave, regardless.
His way clear, Ukyo started to return to the party. He
only made one step, however, when he was knocked to the
ground by something heavy falling on him. A person, by the
feel of it.
"Galford, I did *not* hurt your dog. You have no call
to attack me." His mysterious assailant moved off him,
leaving him free to regain his feet. The person who'd fallen
on him wasn't Galford, however.
Ukyo whistled to himself as he took in her tall, lithe,
green spandex-clad form. The only part of her face he could
see was her big brown eyes, which were filled with concern as
she held out a hand to help him up. He was privately
impressed; although he could have almost any woman in Japan
if he wanted, women like this were usually married. This one
looked somehow more...available, though.
"Wait. I...know you. Mileena?"
She shook her head, swinging her long, black hair.
"She's my sister, sort of. I'm Jade."
He furrowed his flawless brow. "I have not had the
pleasure of hearing about you. I thought Mileena's sister
was Kitana?"
"It's more complicated than that--Mileena's a clone or
something. Look, let's not go into it. I was annoyed about
not being able to make it to the party until you managed to
fulfil the conditions, and I'd like to make up for lost
time." She ran her eyes over his face, taking him in with an
approving gaze.
Ukyo cast a distrusting glance above him, worried that
Mileena might teleport in next. "I trust your sisters are at
the party?"
"No." Jade made a face. "They decided to get a room, if
you can believe it."
He arched a well-formed eyebrow. "Hm. If she is a
clone, does that qualify as sex, incest, or masturbation?"
She winced. "I've seen Mileena's face, and I'd just call
it painful."
Tactfully changing the subject, Ukyo asked, "Shall I
escort you to the women's party, then?"
Her eyes ran over him again. "Noooo...I don't think so.
I'd rather spend time with you."
"Why me? One as unattractive as I is unworthy of one
like you." Ukyo had found false modesty to be a useful tactic
at times like these.
"Of course you're not unattractive. Ukyo, you're
so...androgynous!" she said as she pulled open his shirt.
* * * * *
who had
been bothering her was busy mating with another human, and
he'd dropped his chocolate. Looking around to make sure she
wasn't caught, she quickly wolfed it down, then trotted back
to the party. Maybe her master would feed her some more
peanuts.
[Part 2]
Unlike the men's party, it was almost impossible to
spend much time away from the women's party undetected, and
things had slowed down badly. Only half a dozen or so women
remained, and Mai was getting somewhat impatient.
"Well, this is thrilling," she muttered to Ryoko after
Cammy and King slipped off together. "Gen-An gets this huge
bash, and what do I have? The women's sewing circle! Almost
all the women are off enjoying themselves, and who's left?
My two identical sisters, no offense, a snooty French woman,
Sonya, and an alien who can't even talk."
Ryoko poured Mai some more beer. "It's too bad in some
ways that fighting games don't have more women in them. Of
course, that leaves more cute guys for the rest of us. Well,
you're getting married, of course, which I suppose reduces
the competition, but..."
Nakoruru leaned in, rescuing Ryoko from herself. "Since
things are so dead over here, why don't we just crash the
men's party? I'm sure they wouldn't mind..."
"Sure, why the hell not? Let's go."
The women snuck quietly towards the other party. Mai,
taking up the rear, paused when she heard strange whirring
sounds coming from behind one of the rooms' doors. She
couldn't help but stop and listen.
_Of course. Matrix and Brocken. I wondered where she'd
got to..._
When they slipped in, the men were gathered in one
corner watching a movie on the big-screen TV. Several of the
larger men were blocking her view, but she could hear a few
moaning sounds above the derisive shouts of the watchers.
(The shouts mostly consisted of "This sucks!" and "Jenghiz,
you weenie, why the hell did you pick this one?")
"Let's get 'em!" Ryoko shouted as they charged the
startled men. Mai hung back and watched. Most of them could
take their pick, but she didn't want anybody but Gen-An, and
not yet.
She heard a disappointed grunt from next to her, and
looked up to see Mantazz. She somehow managed to look
dejected, which was no mean feet for a seven-foot-tall
insect.
"Come on, Mantazz," said Mai. "Do you know how to play
gin?"
* * * * *
"This time, Blanka, let's go nice and slow..."
Blanka was surprised, but gratified that Chun Li wasn't
upset with him. When he saw the scratches that he'd left on
her he thought that she'd never want him to touch her
again...but now she was touching him!
"Now, this time, I just want you to lie back and relax,
all right? Just lie here..." Blanka obeyed, and she looked
down on his huge, hairy, muscled body...and his growing,
entrancing shaft. She took him in her hands, and gently ran
her fingertips over his shaft. He moaned, and she smiled.
She began to rub his shaft with her hands, feeling it grow
still larger, and harder. A small drop of liquid appeared at
the tip. Blanka shuddered. He couldn't believe that she was
doing this...making him feel these wonderful things. He
groaned again as she stroked him. What was she going to do?
Then he felt her breath against him. He raised his head to
look, and saw her, leaning over him, her mouth open, hovering
over him. He reached for her, an imploring look in his eyes.
"No, not yet... be patient, Blanka..."
He closed his eyes, tortured with desire. Then he
shuddered suddenly and gasped aloud. Her tongue! Her
tongue, tracing over the underside of his shaft, was giving
him the most incredible feelings...teasing him, as she licked
up and down his shaft. He whimpered, words escaping him:
"Please don't stop...please..."
Chun Li paused, gathering her breath. She wanted him...
more than anything. But she would wait...for a bit.
Blanka felt her hand on his shaft, pulling it away from
his stomach. There was breath on the head of his shaft, and
he shut his eyes tight, so the sight wouldn't torture him.
But then...he felt her lips, kissing the base of his shaft.
Moving up, slowly. He tensed every muscle in his body, his
hands curling into fists...her kisses reached the tip of his
shaft. And paused. Blanka whimpered, unable to do anything
more.
And then she began. He felt her mouth engulfing him,
and her tongue moving around him. Her hand stroked the base
of his shaft, and her mouth moved up and down. He reached
out with his hands, and put them on her head, trying to pull
her further on to him. Only a third of his length was in her
mouth, and he needed more. The feelings were incredible...
and then she began to suck.
Words erupted from his mouth: "Ch-chun...Chun...
please...yes..."
But then it stopped. He cried out in protest, "No,
please...please don't...", but she had pulled away from him.
"Blanka..." She paused in her words, trying to catch
her own breath. "I'm just changing position. So you can
taste me, as I help you."
"YES!"
Chun Li shifted position, so that she stradled his head,
facing his feet. She slowly lowered her hips, and then
gasped as his tongue found her folds.
Blanka tasted her salty, sweet, wonderful lips, and
kissed her, exploring the endless wonders of her folds,
finding a place, a little nodule of flesh, that made her
shriek and cry when he kissed it. For several minutes, she
rode him, moaning, but then she leaned forward. As he kept
kissing and sucking at her, he felt the kisses return to his
shaft. She quickly took him in her mouth again, and the
sensations were incredible. Fighting to keep control, he
kept licking at her.
He felt her moving, and then the suction at him stopped,
as she thrust hard back at his tongue, crying out, calling
his name, and then finally erupting into spasms.
She caught her breath, then gently climbed off of him.
"Oh, that was so good, Blanka." Then she saw the pleading
look in his eyes.
"Oh, yes... I can't forget what you need." She bent
over his shaft, and took him into her mouth again. This
time, though, he felt himself going deeper and deeper into
her. He didn't understand what she was doing, but soon he
was all the way inside her, and the feeling was like nothing
he had ever dreamed of. She moved her tongue, and her head,
and he felt a surge building in him. She moved faster, and
faster.
Finally, an almost excruciating spasm shook him, and he
felt himself exploding into her mouth. She worked at his
shaft a few times, draining the last of his release, then
pulled away from him.
Chun Li caught her breath, swallowed, and looked down at
him.
"Now, wasn't that good?"
Blanka, not trusting himself to speak, merely nodded.
She glanced down...and saw, to her disbelief, him growing
*harder* again as he looked at her.
"Do you want, um, anything more, Blanka?"
Blanka growled and reached for her.
* * * * *
"Look, I didn't know it would be that bad, Rancid. The
box said 'Fighting Masters Orgy!' and it sounded perfect.
Even Dee Jay said she looked good on the box."
Rancid sighed. "Don't tell me, man, talk to the rest of
them. I don't need a movie to get off, but a lotta them do,
and the ones who didn't get picked by the ladies are pretty
frustrated right now, and I don't think you can Mongol Fire
'em all."
J. Carn wandered away, hoping no one would catch him.
He almost made it to the keg when someone smacked the back of
his head.
He turned to find himself face-to-face with three
paintball masks. "That was lame, Carn," the yellow one said.
"Yeah," added the blue one. "Martial arts orgies...what
a dumb concept."
The green one said nothing, just hissed.
ck off, OK? Go and practice your foot sweeps or
something."
"Naah," Scorpion said. "We'd rather take out our
frustrations on something."
"Yeah," Sub-Zero chimed in, cracking his knuckles.
Reptile hissed again.
As they started forward, J. Carn abruptly dived forward
and slid between Sub-Zero's legs. Confused, they looked
around the room for a few moments before spying his fleeing
back at the doorway.
"Oh, well," said Scorpion. "More beer, anyone?"
* * * * *
Fuuma slumped over his drink. "Why do you always have to
go on about how cute Hanzo is, Ryoko?" His head drooped. "The
only difference between us is our color schemes, but I
*always* get left behind. Hanzo gets all the attention, he
gets in the introductory sequence, everyone *sniff* likes him
better..."
Tears welled up in Ryoko's eyes. "Oh, Fuuma...I didn't
realize you felt like that. I'm sorry..." Pausing to
consider for a moment, she reached out and took his hand.
She kissed the fingers lightly, then guided it gently into
her shirt.
Fuuma chuckled inwardly. _I knew getting Hanzo drunk
would pay off..._
* * * * *
Hanzo was on top of the world. He'd been chasing Janne
for months, but she'd never shown the slightest interest in
him. Now, all of a sudden, she showed up out of nowhere and
practically dragged him into bed. Sure, he was so drunk that
he wouldn't remember two-thirds of it later, but he'd finally
managed to act out some of his fondest fantasies.
He reached out and stroked her glittering thigh with his
forefinger. A thought was desperately trying to permeate his
sodden brain, but wasn't getting very far.
He put an arm around her and began to go to sleep when
it suddenly hit him.
_Wait a second...since when did Janne have silver skin?_
He sat bolt upright. "YOU?"
"Janne" sat up, pulling the sheet over her breasts.
"What-do-you-mean,-Hanzo?"
"You...you...you're not Janne, you're...Geegus!"
"You-are-correct." "Janne" shimmered and changed to
Geegus' neutral form. "I-wished-to-experiment-with-love,-and-
you-are-the-most-attractive-of-the-World-Warriors."
"But...but...but...you're a man! I mean most of the
time!"
"Hah hah hah." Even in his shock and inebriation, Hanzo
still realized that the android had the most artificial laugh
he'd ever heard. "My-basic-form-is-neuter.-Only-the-gender-
of-the-adopted-body-matters.-I-can-be-all-woman-if-you-want,
-honey."
"Don't call me that!" He held his head. "Wait a sec.
Can you do other forms besides us?"
"Affirmative.-I-can-mimic-any-form-I-have-observed."
"Can you do Miyazawa Rie?"
Geegus shifted and changed, its silver skin shrinking,
molding itself into a feminine form again. "Is-that-what-you-
want,-honey?"
"Perfect," he said, reaching out and pulling her in.
* * * * *
"Gen-An?"
Gen-An glanced up from Rancid's _Hustler_. "What is--
oh. What are you doing here, Mai?" He hastily slipped the
magazine under the table.
"I couldn't wait any longer, Gen-An. I just had to have
you." She turned seductively. "I rented a room..."
Gen-An followed her into the hallway. Not that he was
objecting, but this seemed a little more forward than he'd
expected from Mai. He had the impression that she wanted to
wait a bit longer.
They were barely inside the room when she grabbed him,
pulling his head down to her breasts. "Oh, Gen-An. I can't
stand waiting...I want you to go down on me now..."
Gen-An began to reach for the waistband of her
sweatpants when something struck him. He reached up to
stroke her hair and wasn't at all surprised when it came off.
"A wig. Sheesh, Nakoruru, this is pretty lame."
"Well, you almost fell for it," Nakoruru muttered.
"What the hell were you trying to pull? What was going
through your head?"
She pulled the wig completely off her head. "Well, I
always wondered about your tongue, and this seemed like the
perfect time..."
"Lovely. Get outta here, Nak."
* * * * *
Charlotte took a huge scoop of dip on her potato chip.
None of the men really appealed to her, and she was happy to
let the others take their picks. _Well, that's not quite
true_, she amended, casting a jealous glance at the table Jax
and Sonya shared in the back.
She was about to bite the chip when a hand fell on her
shoulder. She turned and looked up...and up...and up...into
a pair of eyes peering at her from behind a helmet.
"Sacre bleu," she whispered, "you're the second biggest
I've ever seen...and you bathe..."
J. Max grinned. "I always thought it was how you used
it."
* * * * *
Baraka was lost. He'd been trying to find the men's
room, and gotten thoroughly confused by the hotel layout.
He'd passed someone at a desk, but the man had shouted at him
for making him lose his count. He found one door that looked
like a bathroom, but got a big yellow foot in the gut when he
tried going in. Maybe this door was it.
He pulled it open, and saw a woman and an insect playing
cards. He was about to leave...when he chanced to take a
second look.
Baraka and Mantazz met each other's eyes across the
room. Something like energy passed between them, and each
one could hear angelic music playing in the background.
Baraka smiled; she shyly responded. He held out her hand,
and she took it gently in her talon. They walked off, arm in
arm.
Mai began thumping her head on the card table.
* * * * *
Chun Li whimpered as she offered her breasts to Blanka's
mouth. She bent down over him; he took her breasts in his
hands, and licked and sucked at the nipples. She gasped as
he lightly nipped at her--her body seemed to be on fire,
burning wherever he touched her. His hands stroked over her
sides, her back, her buttocks, and she moaned. Her hips
began to rotate, almost of their own accord, and she felt his
hard shaft underneath her, and ground down at it.
"Blanka...oh...do it now!"
Blanka raised her hips up, then slid his hand between
her thighs. As she whimpered with desire, he spread her
lips, then raised his shaft up. She helped him guide it
inside her, the head just inside her entrance.
She slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling his huge
shaft fill her. It amazed her still that it could fit in so
easily. Once he was all the way inside her, she looked down
at him. Blanka was watching her, his hands moving over her
body again. Then she began to move. First sitting up
straight, sliding up and down his shaft, then, as the fire
rose in her and she began to lose control, leaning forward to
grind herself against his body, pressing against him. As she
lowered herself, he reached up to suck hard at her nipples,
making her gasp and cry out. She moved faster and faster,
feeling the wonderful, wonderful fire building in her. Her
cries grew faster and faster, building to a crescendo so
quickly. She knew that she couldn't stand it for much
longer.
"Oh God... Oh Blanka.. Oh God! OH GOD!"
She shrieked aloud, feeling the explosion rush through
her, shaking. Then she whispered "Now, Blanka. Now."
Blanka grasped her hips once again, and rolled her over
onto her back underneath him. He raised her legs up high,
and thrust with all his might into her. She gasped in shock
at the feelings of depth this gave her... deeper still than
he had ever been inside her. Blanka thrust faster and
faster, letting the passion take control once again.
Vaguely, vaguely he heard Chun Li's surprised cries as she
felt a climax rising in her again, but it didn't matter to
him. He only knew that he had to finish inside her. He felt
it building within him, from his spine and testicles and the
base of his shaft. He slammed harder into her, raging,
trying to control the surge he felt. It was beyond his
control, however, and he felt it leave him like a bolt of
fire. He was aware of Chun Li's shriek underneath him, as he
exploded, and she exploded, and the crackling of electrical
power flew all around them.
Blanka collapsed on top of her, panting, and trying to
catch his breath. He realized, in a detatched, relaxed sort
of shock, that he simply didn't have the strength to move.
He hoped she wasn't too uncomfortable.
Chun Li lay underneath Blanka, almost in shock from the
experience. Nothing had ever been like this, and perhaps
nothing ever would be. She only knew that she wanted to lie
right here, with him on top of her, for a year or so.
She held his head to her breast, and they rested,
neither saying anything.
* * * * *
"We're here! Let the fun begin!"
Orion cut off suddenly, looking at the mess around him.
Most of the partygoers had retreated into drink after the
women left, and they were sprawled over chairs and tables in
various states of drunkenness or unconsciousness.
Musashi punched him in the arm. "Baka! I told you that
you had the wrong time, but you would not believe me. 'Oh,
no,' you said, 'I know all about time zones.' It is foolish
to expect a spaceman to know anything about time on Earth."
He snared a mug out of Kyoshiro's limp hand and drained it in
one gulp.
"What's a baby with a mask doing here?" Wulf asked,
reaching down and picking him up.
* * * * *
The manager threw the sack of quarters in the safe in
disgust. First that freak with the teeth made him lose his
count by clutching his crotch and shouting "Potty emergency!"
Then some berserk woman in a green robe claimed that someone
had stolen her blouse from the ladies' room. But seeing the
huge fat bald guy with the KISS makeup rent a room with a
tiny Ainu woman, and a *bird*, was the final straw.
There was a *ding* from the desk bell. He turned to
face the new annoyance.
"Greetings, sir." The man bowed. "I am the White Karate
Master, and these are my companions, Geki, Nuncha, and Cody.
Could you kindly direct us to the bachelor party?"
* * * * *
Chun Li gratefully pulled on the shirt Blanka had found
for her. It was sticky and stank of punch, but still better
than the shredded remains of her T-shirt.
Blanka shuffled uncomfortably. "So, um...I really liked
that, Chun. I...will I see you again some time?"
She smiled, then reached over and hugged him tightly.
"Any time you are in China, Blanka, look me up. Or perhaps I
should go to Brazil some time in search of fun."
"Yeah, uh..." He kissed her cheek. "I've got to go.
Mother is expecting me home by dawn."
Chun Li waved good-bye as he wandered down the street,
then walked back into the building. Unnoticed, one tear
trickled down her cheek.
* * * * *
"Hi, honey."
"Mai!" Gen-An stroked her hair gently, reassuring
himself that it was attached. "How was your party?"
"Boring. But I won six games of solitaire!" She smiled
weakly.
"Really? What went wrong?"
Mai slumped into a chair and sipped a cup of punch.
"Well, everyone got horny and decided to go off with guys.
Even Mantazz got laid...or something. I wound up alone in
the room. What a waste."
Gen-An managed to look sheepish. "I'm afraid it's half
my fault. See, I was worried that your party would be dull,
so"--he pulled a vial of red liquid out of his tunic--"I put
this in the punch."
She sloshed the vial around and held it to the light.
"What is it?"
"Just a little something I stole from Amakusa. In small
doses it just lowers inhibitions a little, but too much of
it..."
Mai looked at the bottle, then down at her cup of punch.
"You jerk!" she shouted, punching him in the arm. Gen-An's
high-pitched titter was quickly muffled, and soon moans and
gasps began drifting over the unconscious forms of the
drunken fighters...