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telesilla (telesilla) wrote in porn_battle,
@ 2008-09-18 14:48:00

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round five

Prompt List: Round Five
And now...the moment we've all be waiting for!

Prompt Lists: Round Five

You'll notice that the Western Media prompts have been handled a little differently; we're experimenting still. Also, please excuse any mistakes; all told we had over 2600 prompts and even split up as they were, things will slip past us.

So, you have a week; at some point in the evening on Thursday the 25th, I'll close the battle. Until then?

*points down to the comments*

Porn goes here!

You must put the prompt in the subject header of your comment. If the prompt is too long, name the fandom and pairing and as much of the rest as you can. (This is so that at the end of the round, we can make a link back to your fic on the final Master List.)

If your fic is too long for one comment, post part one as a top level comment and then the second part in reply to that comment and so on.

Have fun!

ETA: I am aware that most of the lists off site are all scrunched together. They shouldn't be and I'm working on it. Thanks for your understanding.

As of now--1:10 PST--the Porn Battle is closed.

The list of fics will be up soon, hopefully by tomorrow evening unless my connectivity issues continue.

Thanks for playing, everyone!

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After School Nightmare, Ai/Kureha, necklace

sky_pirate_tat
2008-09-23 12:12 pm UTC (link)

A torrent of wind blew their hair- one pink and light as cotton candy. The other's hair dark and heavy as a curtain. It barely lifted. One decked in children's Victorian garments, in a sinister-tragic tone; her opposite stood in shining armor. Though the armor did not weight her down as the Dark Knight's did. It uplifted and protected her. Ai's glare attempted to pierce through that armor. Her face fell.

“That won't work again.” Kurea held her eyes to the girl just as she held her own.

“How. . .” Ai hissed under her breath- one of her beads shattered. “Y- I'm the only one who can protect Sou!”

“How? You should know best how. This is a dream. If I want to protect myself against your predictable attacks all I have to do is deny your attacks will happen.”

“You're not as pathetic as you once were, Fujishima.” Ai drew her finger in the air and in one crescent motion she and Kureha were in a bubble of darkness.

“First Mashiro, then Sou. . . my you said you hated men bu you're certainly jumping fom one to the other.”

“If you count Mashiro as a guy.” Unintentionally they said in unison.

“I'm glad you finally see that.” Ai grinned.

Kureha wasn't as amused.

“You still love Mashiro even though he is actually a she. Why don't you go back to Mashiro? It would save Sou the grief.”

Kureha turned, tiring of the girl's sharp remarks. It was as if Ai were sharpening a knife, if one cut didn't do, she sharpened her claws then lashed again. Kureha felt nothing but apathy for this, ever since she reached her full potential she didn't experience as much emotional impact in the dreams.

“So how do two girls do it?”

Kureha stopped, she realized she couldn't escape the bubble. She looked at Ai, demanding the benevolent girl to free her. Instead she repeated the question.

“If I tell you, you'll let me go.”

“If you show me, I'll let you go.” She brushed her black hair out languidly. It fell back in place in strips. “Out of all the women Sou ventured with, you and Mashiro (aside from myself) have held his full attention. It's because you're lesbians. Men have a thing for them but it never works out. I tried to tell Sou before that Mashiro could never love him.”

Kureha's armor rattled with her impatience.

“Show me what my brother sees in you two. Then, I will let you go.” Ai's smile deepened. “It's only a dream.” She persuaded. Her words dripped with honey, her grin was as large and sweet as the devil's.

It's only a dream.

The words hung heavily. Kureha looked at her hands and undid the cuffs- nothing else.

Ai's childish facade and clothes shed as Kureha neared. It didn't start with a kiss, it began with hands as delicate as a kindergartener's dragging along her chest and pulling her nipples. Kureha's touch was course and a bit lazy but Ai had expected it, sex really is better when the feeling is mutual. She wasn't wet but Kureha pushed her fingers inside.

Ai's second bead burst. It hurt as badly as her first time with Sou. In and out, a repetitive agony that shook her body. She tried to block out the day she lost her virginity. How she gritted her teeth, wishing to push him away but she didn't- she didn't want to be like everyone else. She didn't understand- she had forgotten until Kureha reached inside of her. Ai felt like a part of her was being racked out.

But it didn't. Kureha let go. “Ai. Sou and I are just good friends.”

The third bead made a clatter, pounding the vapid space with the ring of broken glass.

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