Warning : This is a Lemon, or adult-themed, work. If depictions of sex and/or scenes of a graphic nature disturb you, or you are less than 21 years of age, please exit this download now. Also, this is a work of fan-fiction. No one here owns any of these characters or situations or intends use of them for profit - just fun.Enjoy ! Comments, Questions to: inaba@earthling.net Sucfiro: A World Of The Willing Fuu - Behind The Green Door by Inaba & Shinobu (on Gekkikan and Zovia I-35 --Once a day and 98% effective!) Fuu turned about slowly, her eyes glancing around the blackened forest about her as her heart thrummed in her chest, pushing her breasts against the crisp armor. Her hands, clammy, cold, curled about the weapon she cradled within her fingers. She tensed, her eyes desperate for some sign of the enemy that she knew was there, lurking behind the walls of her mind. Her feet, chilled by the breathe of autumn as she felt the leaves crumple under her toes, the soft leather of her boots giving little comfort. A flash of light glimpsed across her weapon as she stood in sixte, ready for the attack. She turned to investigate, her lungs filling the breastplate painfully. Nothing was there. Kuso, she thought, her mind screaming in cirlces as the eerie shadows of the trees burgeoning down upon her, crushing her will with each, small step she took. A slow, foul breeze cut across her cheek, throwing blazing fires of ice down, about her nose and cheeks as a web of ice began to grow about her spectacles. She reached deep into the weapon, trying desperately to draw some strength from it as she felt the cold hand of fear grasp at her heart. Her breathe quickening as yet another sound, unexplained, almost unheard dashed at her ears, bringing her to the edge of panic. The chill in her fingers began to grow, slowly creeping over the ring about her finger. The ring... The ring! "Ferio..." she whispered, her voice, soft, sallow, strangled by the chill. "Tatsukete.:" "Hikaru-chan! Mite, mite!" Umi smiled mischievously as she called Hikaru over. "Look! Fuu-chan's having a wet dream!" (sound fx of writers snickering madly) Hikaru turned, putting away the small fruit that she was suckling on. "Eh? Honto?!" Umi's eyes gleamed back to her compatriot, she snickered. "Ee!" "Um..." Hikaru mused. "She doesn't look wet." (SWEATDROP) "Hikaru-chan? Umm... how old are you again?" "Ee? Why I'm fourteen and a half! Same as you." (sigh) Umi shook her head woefully, taking a very naive young Hikaru-chan in a protective arm. "Umm... well, have you ever had those kind of dreams that make you feel all tingly when you wake up?" Hikaru's blank stare faced her. "Well, once when I was alone all day with my dog. My brothers were on vacation, and I had the dojo all to myself. Had a good workout that day. And after, I had thestrangest dream." (BIG sweatdrop) "Your... um.... DOG?!" "Ee? Hai! My dog, Hikari. He's a great big dog. Part wolf." Umi snickered, and breathed softly, "Well, I know a couple of wolves, but they all walk on two legs." "Ee?" "Nandemonai o." Umi said, avoiding a potentially dangerous explaination. "Well, let me tell you a little story my mother toldme." Hikaru turned to her wide eyed, wondering what new piece of wisdom Umi would impart. "You see, a long time ago, in a galaxy far away..." Zagato watched through his enchanted mirror as Umi explained the facts of life rather gently to a captivated Hikaru. His throughts turned slowly, watching the three of them with the obsessiveness of an enemy, all the while crafting a web of their destruction. *** Fuu wiped the sweat from her brow as she took another step, and then another through the forest. She'd awaken to the two girls giggling girlishly over something neither would talk about. But it wasn't just that that bothered her, even though in the short time they'd been together, none of them had ever been secretive. It was also thedream. She couldn't keep her mind off the cold, lonely feeling deep inside of her; the mental vision of standing alone in the center of an arena, surrounded by wooded gargoyles and thorned prison bars. And with her friends' newfound secrecy, it seemed all the more real. She collapsed in on herself, gripping her chest tightly as the soft sound of locusts peirced her ears. The light call of a bluejay echoed up above. The contrast was almost shocking in itself. "Fuu-chan?" Umi prodded, "Did you have a nice nap?" Fuu answered back absently, only barely catching the curious tone of Umi's voice. "Hmm?" "Well, you just seemed so captivated. I mean, the way you were holding that pillow..." "Ee?" "Well, we thought you might have got a little... caught up, isn't that right, Hikaru-chan." All the red-head could do was blush. Fuu was lost. She couldn't for the life of her puzzle out what Umi had meant. A call came from the trees. "Yo! Fuu!" All eyes looked upward as Ferio swung down from the trees, throwing down a sachel in front of him. "Anyone care for a bite?" Fuu's mind collapsed over the inuendo Umi had tried so desperately to make clear. The blush that radiated from her body ignited several small trees around the group. Hikaru looked about her, wiping the sweat away. "Is it hot in here or is it just me?" "I think it's Fuu-chan." Umi chuckled, elbowing a one inch tall Fuu hiding behind her glasses. Ferio, bemused, looked to the three in turn. "Did I misssomething?" "Yes," Umi replied. "But I'm sure you'll get it later." (SFX of writers rolling about the floor laughing our asses off) Ferio did his best to look innocent as Fuu hid herself behind a blade of grass, but by now, too far gone in her fantasies to stop herself from inspecting the prize that hung beneath his tunic. "Ooo..." she mumbled, the package a bit larger than she remembered. Ferio smiled, displaying his patented wink in Fuu's direction as her face took on previously uncharted shades of crimson. "Here," Umi said, pushing Fuu blatanly towards Ferio. "you two go find some wood and we'll have a picnic! I know, we'll make horndogs. I mean corndogs." Hikaru, bemused, "But, we already ate." A very precise elbow found Hikaru's ribs, HARD. "Oww!" "Oh, but we wouldn't want all this beef to go to waste, would we Fuu-chan?" Umi said as she smiled innocently, a halo barely visible above her blue tresses. Fuu, breaking her eyes away from the intense study of legs, loins, torso glanced up. "Ha... Hai." "Good, now you two just have fun! And don't worry about us, okay? There's plenty to do so don't feel you have to hurry back." Umi said, winking conspiritorially to Ferio, her hint only as broad as the shit-eating-grin she displayed. Ferio smiled brightly, lifting an eyebrow in response as he led his tomato-blushed soon-to-be koibito away from Hikaru and Umi who spontaniously erupted in a slew of giggles. They treked through the woods slowly, Ferio picking up a stick or two for appearances sake as he watched Fuu's movements. The slight twist of her hips as she walked, the delicate curve of her behind, hidden behing the pleated, cotton skirt. At the sight of her lacy slip his manhood bulged. He pulled at the aggrivation, shifting it to one side as to not be too obvious. "Ferio." Fuu said softly, her eyes coming round to him as his mind screamed CAUGHT! She leaned down slowly, with each inch of decline her legs remaining strait and sure giving him only the barest glimpse of white cotton beheanth. She grabbed at the object lifting it up with cradling hands, the big stick leaning sloppily into the dirt. "Look! I found one, but it's sooo big. Do you think you can DRAG it all the way back?" Tears nearly came to his eyes. It was all too much. He had to clear the lump out of his throat before his voice would work. "Uh...umm... I think I can manage, if you give me a hand." his eyessaid it all. As he walked to her, lifting one leg curiously higher than the other, she couldn't help but feel that delicsious quaver in her knees, moving slowly upwards about her body. She could see, if only barely, the heavy, bulge peek out around the side of his tunic. The promise of unknown pleasures gripped at her heart, tightening her chest, and for the first time since she'd been in Cefiro, she wanted her armoroff, and NOW! Hikaru turned to Umi, her eyes the size of the grapefruit she held in her hand. "You mean she..." she stammered, pointing to the woods with the banana she held in the other. Umi's eyes blazed with mischeif, "If she's lucky." Hikaru's mouth dropped, bemused by what horrors she'd been told. Umi, a sweatdrop clinging from her forehead, sighed heavily, pushing the banana directly into Hikaru's mouth. "It goes something like that, okay? Understand?" Hikaru nodded dumbly, finding she rather liked this strange feeling. It was almost like sitting behind HIkari in the futon, only she didn't have to pick the hair out of her teeth afterwards. Umi turned to her, beginning to wonder if her new friend was beginning to like that banana a bit too much. She pulled it from her mouth quickly, before she could start some very interesting day-dreams of her own. "Now, Hikaru." she explained. "When you start to feel like that, just let me know and I'll let you borrow something more suited than a banana." "Really? They make things like that?" "There's got to be a Fredrick's somewhere on this world." "Fredricks?" a voice queried from behind them. "What's a'Fredrick's?" "Ferio! What are you doing here? And where is Fuu? Can she walk? Or did it hurt too much? You baka! You're supposed to take it easy on the first time!" (SWEATDROP) "EEEEE?!!" "But... you mean... but you and Fuu-chan..." The birds sang softly in the distance, as a small, furry bunny hopped up on a stump and sniffed at an attractive bit of green fabric as Fuu felt the pull of his hands at her back, pulling her down atop him . She could feel the heat of his hands drift down her back to tease sensuously at the line of her bottom, squeezing it firmly in his heavy grasp. She moaned aloud, her breasts scraping against his bare chest through utilitarian fabric of her cotton bra. Her nipples etched their way into his chest as she felt the hem of her pleated skirt lift above her waist. Then, with slow hands, the buttons fell open, her body free from it's constraint. He lifted his hips to hers, screaping the length of his still cloistered manhood against her wet sex--the very center of her passions throbbing with the electric heat that engulfed her body. She choked down a scream, biting down hard on his neck as her nails tore at the flesh of his back. A scream tore through his lungs, escaping only barely through the tight knot in his throat, and she could feel the rumble in her loins. At the sound, the sweet longing that arced through her body were almost unbearable. She lifted her hips, dragging herself along his length, tempting him with all of her as she lifted her hands to her own breasts, slowly breaking the deep, empassioned kiss as she leaned back. He watched in amazement as she slid one strap, then two down the length of her arms, his hands immediately clutching at the bare skin exposed, and displaying more. Her nipples dug into his hands as she felt a quaver of electric heat arch down into her midriff, blooming outward into each minute nerve in her body. He lifted her up, driving his member against her heated sex as he flipped her over onto her back, his mouth covering her nipple only to pinch delicately at the other as his hand drifted downwards across her midriff, tugging at the borders of her panties. Blooming peaks of fire raged from each, seperate fingertip as she felt his touch move down, below the white, cotton line. Her breathe caught, her throat moving back and forth trying to push away the knot that strangled her cries as his soft, green hair etched into the sweaty skin of her breasts. Intinctively her hands sank into the wealth of the soft silk that curled about his head, urging his mouth down further onto her breast as her body shifted beneath his urgent touch about the furls of her sex. She moaned softly, her other hand digging down into his back, baring her nails against his skin as he circled her sex with one prodding finger, simultaniously biting down on her nipple. She screamed aloud, her chest bereft of air as the throes of her own passions overwhelmed her. Then, with one, bare finger, he raked at the center of her womanhood. She quivered, his relentless ministrations driving her ever closer to a sensual madness she had never dreamed existed. "Haaahhhah......" she moaned aloud. "Ferio....." I DID WHAAAAAT??!, a voice boomed in her mind, grating across every fiber of her being. Her eyes sprang open, and for that one moment, she saw, there against her chest, not the hair, not the body of her lover, but the cruel stare, and the cold, grisly hands of Innova. She screamed, backing away as fast as she could. "NO! NO!" her arms flailing from side to side, pushing him away with every ounce of energy she had left as she felt the very reality of her exposure. He grabbed at her, dragging her back by her ankle as she fought to get away; away to the gauntlet that lay just out of reach. Her mind screaming, the pain of his hooked fingernails biting into the skin of her thighs evaporating as fast as the wounds came."FEEEERIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "FUU!" Ferio screamed, her peircing call still ringing in his ears as he blazed through the forest, his sword at the ready, and his mind eager for the action he knew would come. He could the sweat drip from his forehead, the heavy weight of his sword, and the ground as it passed like lightening beneath his feet. But as for the brush that cut at his legs, the shards of marble, agate, and granite that prodded upwars through his soft leather boots, the branches, reaching out to cut and tear at his face, arms and legs, there was no sensation. The only thing that was real was that horrible shriek; that desperatecall. Hikaru sped behind him, with Umi coming in a third, all weapons drawn and gleaming expectantly, crying for blood. "Mate!" she called between huffing breaths, but no ears heard the call as Ferio zagged through the trees ahead of herself and Hikaru. He could feel the heat of the blood that run through Fuu's veins, and his eye twitch lightly as the pain cut into his thighs. Something was happening! Something is happening to MY FUU! "TATSUKETEEEEEE!" she shrieked, her heart thudding inside her chest as the very tip of her finger slid along the bright metal of her armor. Her breasts heaved, her body stretched until there was nothing more within her. She could feel his hands, cold and deadly dig at her body, turning her about as he slammed one of her hands down into the earth, then groped for the other. Lost in her own nightmare, delirious with fear, she scratched at him, screaming aloud, "IIYAAAAAA!" Then, almost as if in answer to her plea, power began to pulsate from her midriff. She raised her only free hand, and spun a web of wind before her, "GREEEENDOOOOOOOR!!" The wind sang through the hollow, ripping away the bright green leaves from the trees about her as it began to curl into a tornado behind Innova, wrenching his legs, his body up from a battered Fuu. The wind crackled against his cheeks as thousands of leaves, twigs, blades of grass cut at his bare skin from every direction. Blood sprang forth about his body as the green wind twisted it this way and that, then in one final gust, blew him into the gap behind him. And in one instant, as if a door had been shut on his evil, he disappeared to leave Fuu, battered and bruised to tend to her wounds, both inside and out. But even as she turned, scanning the area for the remnants of her clothes, she could do nothing but cry. Something was missing inside of her, she was tapped from the core. It was almost as if the bastards had reached in and pulled out her heart. *** Fuu awoke from her restless sleep. She'd been plagued by nightmares ever since that day in the woods, and each morning she was sure to find her cold, clamy skin pressed against bed-sheets soaked with sweat. The dreams were horrid, too terrible to explain, and often much too alarming to dwell on. Most nights she spent curled tightly into a ball, her knees pulled into her chest. But every night there was always one thing that she could count on. Ferio was always there with a soothing smile and a warming embrace as she greeted the day. He would ask, as he peered into her eyes, "Are you feeling well?" and she could never be rid of the quaver that followed. The deep, soothing tones of his voice, the soft touch of his breath on her neck as she felt his hands, so soft and warming embrace her always sent a tingle through her body not unlike the one that she had felt so long ago. But this, this was different, she thought, returning his hug as a bright smile glimmered in her eyes. So much more than what she remembered. It was as if he was there, holding her inside her mind as he smiled down to her and ran his fingers through her hair. THE END...... for now ^_-Author's Notes: Hehehe ! I'm having to do this for Inaba-kun...he's, um, too exhausted -_^; ...word of warning to future fic writers of the ecchi persuasion - know what you're getting yourself into when you write one with your significant other...while it is a fascinating experience , it's also VERY tiring ! Oh the fic itself's fun, but what happens afterward is...um...well, I'm just glad we're *both* hentai ! I'd hate for all he is to be wasted on a girl who isn't ! Ooh ! He's waking up ! (giggle) Ja ne !! Shinobu and Inaba ------------------------- Natsugusa ya Summer grass: tsuwamonodomono Warriors dreams, yume no ato the aftermath. --Basho -----------------------------------------------------