Elmer Studios presents... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Welcome to Weird Science Theatre 2037 episode 2: The Pendant. Amazingly enough, there *is* Escaflowne fanfiction out there! Of course, it would have to be a lemon... The Vision of Escaflowne is copyright Sunrise. The Pendant is copyright Dusk. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Warning: The fanfic contained within is a lemon. It contains scenes of graphic sex. You must be 18 or older to view this file. With that out of the way... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lab 13. Cluttered as always, but this time filled more with papers and files than the far more familiar glasswork. Kim stood in the middle of it all, seemingly lost amongst the countless sheets of paper, holding several in her hands. Her boss, Dr. Yuki, finally entered the lab, apparently delayed by one of the endless request her boss was putting on the two of them. "Ma'am?" Kim began as Yuki entered. The doctor audibly sighed. "I have a question to ask." "Yes, Kim? What is it now?" Yuki was already rather peeved and could do without more of Kim's inane questions. Especially since she wasn't happy with half of the answers herself. (Kim had once asked what was the basis for this experiment, to which all she could reply was that it had been repeated hundreds of times over in the late twentieth century. But it bothered her that the original researchers might have had other motives than pure science.) "It's about the fics we show them..." Kim started up, but trailed off in a nervous silence. Yuki sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Kim, we send them bad ones to test them. They're lemons, because those are generally the worse and most unsettling. And yes, people really did write things like that." She smiled slightly, happy that she'd already answered Kim's question. Kim quickly said "No, ma'am" (slight groan from the other side of the room) "It's not that. "Then what is it?" Yuki snapped back. "Why do I have to sample and choose them?" Kim asked, indicating to the papers, every single one of them a potential experiment that she'd had to read through. "Because I'm too busy." Yuki said with a smile. Now there was an answer she was happy with. ***** James sat in the "rec room," as it had been dubbed, waiting for the next fic to be sent in. Two of the other lucky candidates were also present, Juno and Mark. The two of them were having an arm-wrestling contest... sort of. Mark had proclaimed that he could easily overpower Juno, and looking at the seven-foot wrestler next to the five-foot kid, James would have believed him. Mark had been in the WWF for five years now and, as much as he would hate to admit it, made a marvellous heel. Simply put, he was loud, self-confidant, arrogant and offensive. And when he got in the ring he just started exaggerating his already odious features. Juno on the other hand was some kind of "experiment." Yuki had told them that she was vat-grown and hypno-trained, but James somehow doubted she was meant to turn out so physically immature. But only physically, however, as she seemed to be by far the most mentally mature of the four of them. Plus her power was simply incredible - as far as he'd seen, she was yet to reach a limit to what she could do. The four of them had been put on Ishiyama's payroll coincidently (at least, according to Yuki) just after Mark and Alice's powers had developed. They did the usual unpleasant tasks - assassinations, raids, kidnapping, that kind of thing - until they got a new job of "minding" Juno. As for their arm-wrestling contest... At first, Juno had easily beaten Mark, but he cried foul, since she was using her telekinesis to add weight to her hand. She then said it would be unfair otherwise, since he had a clear advantage. So now they were sitting opposite each other, Mark clutching thin air while Juno concentrated on his hand. It was odd that Alice wasn't here, given her habit of punctuality. She was a model "in her spare time," and had made several appearances assisting Mark in his matches. The two of them apparently had a relationship that James couldn't figure out some years ago. Whatever the result, they were now rather bitter and sometimes horribly immature towards each other. Mark strained against Juno's telekinetic grip, a feat James thought to be impressive in itself given how he'd seen Juno bend a four wheel drive in half. The match ended suddenly with a quiet "Boo" from behind Mark. He started, lost his concentration, and quickly had his hand on the table. Alice appeared behind him, apparently out of thin air, and giggling to herself. "Alice! That wasn't damn funny! I had a point to prove," Mark yelled as he stood and turned to face Alice. "Well sorry. I just couldn't resist. Besides it's real fair of you taking on a kid like that," Alice responded, smiling. "Kid nothing. You know what that little freak can do!" Mark replied. "Yes, beat you, apparently," Alice countered in her horribly smug tone. Juno inquisitively turned towards James, who merely shrugged. "Leave 'em to it," he said, sick to death of these two's arguments. The kid sighed, shook her head, and rather startled James with her comment that "They're so immature." The large wall screen suddenly lit up, interrupting the argument that was underway and bringing everyone's attention to the debris-strewn lab that it displayed. James had just enough time to mutter "Speaking of all things immature," under his breath before Yuki began. "Good evening again, subjects. I hope I find you in good health." "Hiya, guys," Kim added, waving from behind Yuki. Yuki slumped slightly, but quickly recovered. "Ahem. I'll dispense with the pleasantries and just send you straight in there, as we're already running somewhat behind. Suffice to say the subject of today's story is rather... unusual." Yuki motioned for Kim to start the screen. In the rec room, the cinema door swung open on its own accord. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The scene: A small theatre-like room. Four seats sit in front of a large screen, occupying the entirety of the forwards wall. There is an exit to the right and left of the screen.] [The four psychics file in and sit from left to right: Juno, Alice, James, Mark.] > This is a short fic I wrote in honor of Vision of Escaflowne/Tenkuu no > Escaflowne, Juno: Make up your mind. James: That's the Japanese name. Juno: So why does he need to point it out? > which is IMHO one of the finest anime series ever produced. James & Alice: Here, here! Mark: I don't see what's so good about it. The fights are lame and all the guys look like chicks. Juno: There's possibly some deeper themes involved in the story other than simple fights. Mark: So? > Unfortunately, there is a lack of any interesting Alice: -Thoughts in my head, so I'll leave it at that. > (or heck, any, period) > escaflowne lemon/hentai out there, so here is my humble submission :) Juno: So his "homage" to "one of the finest anime series ever" is to write a story about two characters having sex? Mark: Makes sense to me. > [insert standard over-18 disclaimer, > i-dont-own-escaflowne-and-it-is-trademark-of-sunrise blah blah here] James: Yackety Shmackety. > Enjoy! Comments/Suggestions/Complaints/Flames may be sent to > xlot@hotmail.com :) Mark: You see that? he asked for flames! Alice: Ask and ye shall receive. > --Dusk Alice: Just before the fun starts. > _The pendant_ James: [Announcer] This pendant can be yours for only $99.99! Call now! > "Now Merle, I want you to look closely at the pendant," Hitomi > instructed. Alice: [Hitomi] It has a flaw. Inside, you can see the figure of a springing panther. > The pretty young cat girl growled deep in her throat, Juno: [Merle] Why did I agree to this lousy fanfic? > but did as she was > told. "Well? I don't see anything special, it's just a stupid pendant." James: I dunno, some Draconians would argue that point with you. > "Keep watching," soothed Hitomi, Mark: Don't see why. We're still waiting for something to happen. Alice: [Sighs] Mark, your pathetically short attention span never ceases to amaze me. [Mark suddenly slams his right hand into the floor, causing a small explosion on the opposite side of the theatre, blasting Alice's chair apart and flinging her backwards. When the smoke clears, Alice stands rubbing her back.] Alice: No fair. Mark: Well you deserved it for that. [Alice looks around and, seeing no other chairs, stands for the rest of the viewing.] > as she gave the pendant a shake. "See, count the swings." > "Grr--all right," Merle aquiesced grudgingly. > "One...two....three...four...five..." Mark: Intense counting action! > As Merle focused on the pendant, counting off each swing, Hitomi was > carefully watching the cat girl's expression. Sure enough, after about > ten seconds Merle's eyelids started to droop ever so slightly James: [Yawns] I don't blame her. > and her shrill voice started to soften. Mark [Rubbing ears] Well that's a relief. > "Eleven....twelve...." Juno: What happened between five and eleven? James: Mercy. > Hitomi noted that Merle's jaw and mouth were > becoming slack, and her eyes were starting to glaze over, but never > wavered from their gaze on the now-bright pendant. Alice: [Merle, drowsy] Pretty lights... > "Fourteeen...fiiiifteeeeen...thixtheen..." Her words started slurring. > The young cat girl now had heavily lidded eyes and an entirely slack > expression; she was also beginning to slump forward in her chair. James: But got a rude shock when she realised she hadn't finished her soup. > "nineteeeen.." she intoned in a tiny, lispy whisper that Hitomi found > strangely yet undeniably attractive. Alice: Oh, come on. Merle and Hitomi have been at each other's throats for ages. Why would she find that attractive? She doesn't even go after girls. Mark: Oh yeah? Look at the kind of guy she likes. Alice: Ah... I... Damn. Juno: He's got you there. Alice: Shut up. > "tweeenteeeey.." the young, pretty cat girl had completely fallen under > the "spell" (or whatever it was) of the pendant. James: If anyone here can't see where this is going, raise their hands. [Juno slowly raises her hand. The others look at her in befuddlement, then break out laughing.] > Merle's head was bowed, > strands of her reddish orange hair spilling over her face. Her breathing > was quiet and extremely rythmic, and her young eyes had completely shut. Juno: She is what we call: Asleep. > A speck of drool formed at her slack, slightly open mouth. Alice: That we did not need. > Hitomi smiled, then placed a hand at Merle's chin and gently lifted it > so they were facing each other. Merle's eyes, however, were still closed. > "Merle, can you hear me?" she inquired. Alice: [Merle] No. That oughta fool her. > "Hai," came the soft, slightly slurred reply. Hitomi felt herself > getting damp. All except Juno: Huh? Mark: [Hitomi] Damn. Knew I should've gone after breakfast. > "Merle, will you please open your eyes for me?" Another question, > slightly changing Merle's reference. James: The "I highly recommend" part quickly became "Merle is a fink." > "Hai," was the submissive little-girl reply. No doubt about it, this > little cat-girl was hot. Alice: Someone had left her in the oven too long. Mark: Yeah, right. She's flat-chested, got no butt to speak of, is thin as a post and has bad hair to top it all off. James: Not to mention she's underage, anyway. > Merle's eyelids slowly lifted, showing her large brilliant green eyes, > now glazed over and unfocused, as if she were stil seeing the pendant > swing back and forth...back and forth...back and forth. [They all sway their heads from left to right.] James: Man, now it's making me sleepy. > The two girls > were still facing each other, but while Hitomi was intently studying the > little cat girl, Juno: She had her "Merle 101" exam tomorrow and didn't want to fail. > Merle was helplessly lost in the pendant's power. James: Actually, it was the gross mischaracterisation in this fic that had dazed her. > "Merle, do you know who I am?" > "Hai." Mark: You've been stuck on this cruddy flying ship for god knows how long. How could she not? > "Who am I?" Hitomi inquired, curious as to what Merle would say. Alice: [Merle] You're an annoying brat from the mystic moon. Duh. > The cat girl paused, her mind obviously struggling with the pendant's > 'power'. Juno: [Merle] Umm... I forgot my line. > Hitomi gazed at her, lifting a finger to lightly wipe away the > drool that had pooled at a corner of the young cat-girl's slack mouth. James: [Hitomi] Eew, kitty drool. > Merle shuddered at her touch, something seeming to give way inside her. Mark: [Hitomi] Merle! Bad kitty! Use your sandbox! > With no more hesitation, whispering now, her tiny, high pitched, lispy > voice sounded indescribably erotic. [Everyone except Juno looks around, uneasily.] Mark. Nope. > "Hitomi-sanma...you are unworthy > Merle's mistress, and the one who Merle obeys." Her voice trailed off, > but the effect was done; a startled but aroused Hitomi nearly creamed > her panties. Alice: Yeah. Sure. Firstly, Hitomi isn't some kind of control freak. Secondly, even if she was- Mark: Like you. [Alice lets out a soft growl. Mark suddenly starts hitting himself repeatedly over the head.] Alice: Even if she was, she wouldn't be *that* aroused by a simple answer. Alright Mark, you can stop hitting yourself now. [Mark promptly stops.] Mark: Geez, will you cut that out? > "Merle--how did this happen?" She asked cautiously, uncertain as to what > exactly was going on. Juno: Did her IQ just drop sharply or something? James: Man, we know more about this fic than she does. > The young cat girl didn't hesitate. "Merle doesn't know, mistress > Hitomi. Mark: Merle don't know much, does she? > All Merle knows now is that the pendant told Merle to obey > Hitomi-sanma with all of Merle's heart and soul," she purred softly. > Heart and soul...purred. Hitomi couldn't help it; she creamed her > panties. Mark: Man, if a cat purring was really that much of a turn-on, society would be a shambles. Juno: The term "cat lovers" would take on a whole new dimension. Alice: [Bitterly] Thanks for that. > Moaning slightly, she watched in interest as Merle's nose > twitched as the scent of female musk hit her sensitive cat nose. Juno: So now she's suddenly wearing perfume? > A tiny, > delicate pink tongue appeared, as the cat girl delicately licked her > small pouty lips. A soft, pleased purring sound came from the back of > her throat, and the young girl erotically arched her slim body. Mark: And now Merle's a dyke too. Geez, I don't even like the damn show, and it's annoying me. > Hitomi could barely stand it. The formerly bratty little cat girl was > quite a piece of work; James: It must have taken the character designer ages to get her right. > she drank in the sight, seeing Merle wearing in > her tiny dress, panting slighty with glazed eyes and an unfocused face, > completely helpless and in her power. Alice: Panting? Any reason? Mark: [Hitomi] Good dog, Merle. Good dog. Alice: Say one thing about bitches and I'll hurt you. > Almost without thinking, Juno: Since that might lead to accurate characterisation. > the teenager leaned forward towards Merle's pretty little face, still > cupping a corner of the young cat-girl's face with her left hand. James: [Hitomi] Does this bother you? I'm not - Oh wait, I am. Whoops. > She felt Merle shiver in anticipation--and then their lips met. As they > touched, Hitomi heard an barely audible sound from the back of the > cat-girl's throat. Not much more than a slight purring moan, it seemed > to embody Merle's complete surrender and submission to her new mistress. Alice: It was the last flicker of the real Merle dying under the weight of this awful fic. > Any semblance of will the young cat had remaining had been transformed > into a slavish, adoring obedience to Hitomi. James: Yeah, we noticed. Juno: Is it just me, or is the author relishing in the fact of the characters being OOC? Mark: [Author] I wanna lesbian sex scene! I don't care if they ain't dykes or not, they're gonna screw anyway. > It was beyond erotic, and Hitomi could barely withhold her excitement. Alice: [Bored] I'm trying to contain mine, too. > Wrapping her arms around Merle's lithe feline body, her hands slid down > the back of cat-girl's small dress until they reached her tight young > bottom. Hitomi stroked and teased the cat's naked buttocks (Merle never > wore panties under her tiny dress). Merle writhed under her mistress' > minstrations, moaning and purring uncontrollably. James: And now we get to the pointless sex scene. Mark: About bloody time. > "Puuuuuurrr...oh YES Hitomi-sanma...puuurrr...aaaahhhhh!!" Mark: [Hitomi] Don't mind me, Merle's doing fine on her own. > The young cat > girl crushed her mouth against her mistress', sending her small pink > tongue to deeply explore the inside of Hitomi's own mouth. James: Along with a torch, a map and three days supplies just in case. > Startled but > pleased by her young slave--? yes that was probably the correct term > now--'s deep kiss, Hitomi pressed her own mouth against Merle's, using > her own longer tongue to lock Merle's in a helpless grip. Juno: [Singing] Everybody was tongue-fu fighting! [They all stare at her.] Juno: What? > Merle seemed > to enjoy her feeling of complete and utter helplessness, and her moans > and purr's were increasing in volume. Alice: I'm surprised the whole ship hasn't heard them by now. > Suddenly however, the cat girl broke off the kiss. A startled Hitomi > watched as her young charge blinked several times, eyes closed, panting > heavily. James: [Merle] Boy, I'm bushed. All that kissing really wears you out. Juno: Should I tell the author that it's dogs that pant, not cats? > Suddenly her eyes opened wide, and Hitomi could see the lust > (and submission) James: [Author] Oh, did I forget to mention she was a slave? My bad. > still displayed in them. With a sudden kitty > exclamation, Merle leaped onto Hitomi, arms clutching her around the > neck, Alice: [Hitomi] Aack! You're... choking... me! > smooth slim legs wrapping around Hitomi's waist. Mark: Well that's a submission hold I've never heard of. > The cat-girl buried her face in Hitomi's neck, kissing, licking, sucking, James: Drinking her blood, that kinda thing. > and murmuring over and over > "Mistress....Hitomi sanma...Merle's mistress....unworthy Merle....will > always obey....Merle's eternal mistress...always obey....mistress > Hitomi..." Alice: [Hitomi] Great. Get off me! > Alternating from the left and right, to her throat; Juno: Yes, but alternating what? > Hitomi could feel > her charge's hot breath and saliva over her neck and throat; James: I hope you're gonna clean that up when you're done. > the > feeling, coupled with Merle's helpless-little-girl chanting, was one of > complete and utter rapture for the young teen. Juno: Now think of what this says about the author. > She continued stroking > and teasing the nubile young cat buttocks in her hands, further > increasing Merle's squirming and moans, which had the added effect of > increasing her efforts to please her mistress. Mark: Now it's getting good. > The two young girls continued their exploration of each other's bodies. James: [Guide] Here we see the great rift valley... [Normal] I can't believe I just said that. > Hitomi slid a hand from Merle's tight butt to her thigh, and then in > between her legs. It was hot and damp between the cat-girl's slim but > strong legs, Mark: [Hitomi] So, is that a marsh ecosystem in your panties, or are you just happy to see me? > and Hitomi could feel Merle suddenly tense up even more. > Slowly, she continued moving her hand up the little girl's inner thighs, > running her fingers along the smooth young flesh. Juno: And across the coarse, bristly fur. > Merle by now was > emitting a nonstop purr of delight, interrupted only occasionally by a > whimper and a murmer of "Merle is Hitomi-sanma's slave...slaaave," as > she licked deeply along Hitomi's neck. Alice: You're heart just isn't in this, is it Merle? > Hitomi's probing fingers finally reached the juncture of Merle's leg, Juno: Her knee? > feeling the extreme heat and dampness there. Mark: [Shakes hand] Ow! Hot, hot, hot! > She sent a few dingers Juno: Dingers? James: Dingers? > exploring further up into Merle's hole, and was rewarded by Merle' > actions. The cat-girl suddenly froze, Alice: [Merle] Aah! Someone turn up the heater! > then pressed herself even harder > against Hitomi (the teen could feel the cat's small budding breasts > press against her own) Mark: I'm surprised she could feel anything there. > and thrust her crotch hard onto Hitomi's fingers. > Suddenly a burst of fluid flowed down Hitomi's fingers, James: Psst, cat, you've got a leak there... > accompanied by a crying moaning meow from the cat girl. > "Meeeahhhhroooowwrrrrahhhhh!!!!" Juno: Try saying that five times quickly. > Merle threw back her head mewling and > screaming in pleasure, while still pressing her entire small body > against Hitomi, in an attempt to convey her complete and total > submission to her mistress. James: [Author] Whoops! It's been a whole paragraph since I mentioned she was a submissive slave. My bad. > Her orgasm lasted for nearly a minute, [They all sit around for a while, occasionally glancing at their watches except for Mark, who is staring at the screen with rapt attention.] Alice: Is she done yet? Juno: Not yet, she's still declaring how submissive she is. James: A minute on her first time? Never. Mark: Okay, she's done. > after > which the young cat-girl sighed softly, still mewling lightly in the > back of her throat. She was still tightly clutching her mistress, and > leaned forward, laying her head on Hitomi's shoulder. James: About now's when Van should enter. > Hitomi had been startled, then interested as she watched the young > cat-girl in the throes of orgasm. Her right hand was coated with pussy > (literally!) juices. Alice: Ha, ha. The author's sophistication amazes me. > She brought her hand up to her nose while Merle was > laying against her and sniffed; the cat-girl's juices smelled > interesting, and Hitomi tentatively licked her hand. Mark: Uck. Just when I was enjoying this. > Sweet, almost like honey. Alice: Um, no. > She sucked the pussy's juices off her index finger, then had > another thought. Mark: [Hitomi] Hey, this would go well on toast. [James and Alice turn visibly green.] Juno: Mark, some day *I'll* hurt you for one of those comments. > "Merle," she whispered to the cat-girl laying limply against her. James: [Merle] Shut up, I'm busy being submissive. > Merle stirred, lifting her head from Hitomi's shoulder and gazing at her > mistress with a gaze of complete adoration and submission. "Hai, > Hitomi-sanma?" James: [Author] Did I mention... [Normal] Oh, forget it. > Hitomi was now holding Merle (who's firm legs were still locked around > her waist) with one hand directly on the buttock; she shifted her other > hand, still dripping with cat juices, in front of Merle's face. Juno: Wouldn't that mean she's dripping it all over herself? Mark: [Hitomi, singing] I'm singing in the rain- [Mark suddenly drops to the floor, reaches his right arm back and his right leg forwards and puts himself in an approximation of the Shamrock Ankle Lock.] Alice: Be good. Mark: Aack! [Mark furiously taps the ground with his remaining hand for a few seconds before releasing himself.] James: Do you have to be so mean to him? Alice: It's not like he doesn't deserve it. [Another small explosion occurs beneath Alice, throwing her off her feet.] Mark: Now we're even. Alice: [Getting to her feet.] Like hell! James: Do you two mind not killing each other until we're out of the way? > Understanding dawned on Merle's face, and she smiled at Hitomi with such > an expression of lusty yet submissive eagerness that the teenager > creamed her panties again. Mark: Is it Hitomi or a fire hose? You be the judge. > She'd have to wash them later--or maybe have > Merle lick them clean? Thoughts began forming into her head of what had > happened and what she could do now. James: What, you only realised that *after* screwing her? > Meanwhile Merle had leaned her head forward and started on Hitomi's > hand. Her small pink tongue emerged from her mouth, daintily licking > several spots to prevent more juices from dripping away. The tiny licks > soon turned to outright sucking, as the cat girl tried to completely > clean Hitomi's hand. Mark: [Merle] Tastes like chicken. > The young cat-girl's tongue was soon kissing, > licking, and sucking at Hitomi's fingers, worshipping every inch of her > mistress' hand--an extremely erotic feeling. Juno: Not when you consider that a cat's tongue is like wet sandpaper. Alice: [Hitomi] No, wait, Merle! Not down there... AACK! > Hitomi leaned back, closing her eyes and sighing. This could be the > beginning of a lot of fun... > FIN Mark: What's on a fish. > ...for now (feedback would be appreciated and would be conducive to > further writing efforts by the author :) Juno: Accurate characterisation would be nice. > Hope you enjoyed this! Comments/Suggestions/Complaints/Flames may be > sent to xlot@hotmail.com :) > --Dusk [They all stand and file out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Urgh..." was all that James could say as he left the cinema. "Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad," Alice said, trying to console her friend. "The spelling and grammar were considerably above CATS' level. It was technically rather well written," Juno chimed in. "It's just... You know, the way those two were treated," James replied. "Yeah. I don't get it? What's with the assumption that inside every straight woman is a raging lesbian waiting to get out?" Alice added, slightly peeved. "Well... I don't mind it," Mark butted in. "In fact, I wouldn't mind seeing more like that." Alice and James stared in shocked disbelief at Mark. Juno, always the calm one merely backed away, sensing what was about to happen. "I don't believe it," Alice said in a huff, breaking the silence and fulfilling Juno's prediction. "How can even a moronic oaf like you be so insensitive?" "Hey!" Mark hollered back at her, then proceeded to jab her in the chest with a finger. "I don't have to take this kind of crap from you!" Alice put her hands on her hips and regarded him with a look of utter disgust. "You know, it's about time someone put you in your place." "Oh, and I suppose you're the one to do it, huh?" Mark jabbed her in the chest again. James rolled his eyes and simply said "Oh, boy." He backed away from the oncoming conflict along with Juno, then turned to their diminutive charge. "Can you get us out of here." "Gladly," she replied and placed a hand on James' shoulder. The two of them vanished from the room. ***** In lab 13, Yuki was busy packing up her gear. The experiment was... Well, it provided some important data, and that's all that could be hoped for. She was interrupted suddenly by a nervous "Uh... Ma'am?" from behind her. "What is it now?" She was tired, she'd had enough of this job and she wanted a good stiff drink. "Mark and Alice are busy tearing the rec room up!" Kim replied anxiously. "Let 'em." "Let them?" "Yeah." Yuki smiled. "I'm done for the day, so it's not my problem." Kim looked startled for a second, but quickly agreed and fled the lab. Something to do with the wall blasting in, a piece of rubble hitting the button on the way dow- [BLIP! FWOOSH!] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Riffed by: Max Fauth (rickr@one.net.au) All MSTing characters are copyright 1999 Max Fauth Elmer Studios!: http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Realm/2628/elmer.htm All of Elmer Studios' MSTings, artwork, character profiles, AAVM conversions and the Satellite of Predacons in one spot. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ > Hitomi had been startled, then interested as she watched the young > cat-girl in the throes of orgasm. Her right hand was coated with pussy > (literally!) juices.