Definitely Not Pope Pius XVI !vDMoxoSIHY 2009/09/10 (Thu) 20:17 No. 31259 ▼ File 125261385587.jpg - (50.61KB, 900x600 , NSFW Image.jpg)
"Enjoying it? Not really," you admit, and immediately kick yourself for being taken off guard. "I thought the, er, Meiling's design would work a bit better than it has so far."
"Yes, her design certainly might have performed better than this." Sakuya sips her tea and avoids looking at you. Remilia tilts her head, but turns back to the crystals a moment later.
The next chamber's view causes you to blink in surprise. Wasn't it a bare stone room when you looked at it before? You could swear those pillows and curtains weren't previously there, and that's not even considering the tall, full-tipped plant stalks and lasciviously inviting scrunched pink ruffles adorning the walls. And you're quite sure that Koishi and the others she'd gathered were wearing a few more articles of clothing minutes ago.
"OooOooh, Marisa!" several of the ladies moan as the witch penetrates their chamber. Nitori Kawashiro, Koishi herself, that Rin girl from underground, the brunette poltergeist whose name you can never keep straight... well, she seems to be having a little trouble keeping straight herself, but that's beside the point at the moment. Or wrapped around the point, suckling on it.
"Ahaha, hey, ladies! You all here to stop me too?" Marisa laughs, eliciting a slew of head and bosom shakes in reply.
"Oh, no," Nitori purrs, slipping Marisa's arm inside the complex array of cords binding the key to her chest. "We want you to keep going. Don't stop!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Koishi adds, looping further blue strands around the witch. "Just look inside yourself and look for what you really want. Or look inside us, if you like. Hey, do you... want to see?"
"Ahhh, what I really want! Yeah, that's right!" Marisa stiffens, lighting up. "I'd like to give you girls what you want, too. Wonder what that is. Maybe something... raw? Squishy 'n juicy 'n tender 'n fleshy? Maybe a little dirty 'n smelly, but sooo good to eat? Yeah, mmm, yeah, that's it, you want to get into the secret places, don'tcha?" As the panting crowd around her nods and moves in, Marisa winks and reaches into her clothing in a way that makes even you blush. Her hand returns to view a second later, slick with juices, and bearing something you definitely didn't expect to see.
"J-just where was she hiding THAT?!" Patchouli gasps in shock.
"It's so... big! Even bigger than yours!" Remilia chokes, looking at you.
"She's slipping them her meat?!" Even Sakuya is unable to keep quiet.
And with that, Koishi's room turns into an abrupt orgy, as every girl dives at once for the huge, thick slab of steak Marisa drops on the ground as she flees. "Good grief," you groan, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
The seventh room presents your best hope for salvation, in the form of Shikieiki tapping her foot with mirror in hand. As soon as Marisa enters, she holds the mirror up, looks at her watch and vanishes, relieved. The witch raises an eyebrow, steps cautiously forward, and then has to dive out of the way of a silent Master Spark from the purple-clad Marisa that appears in the yama's place.
"Ah, is it just me? Boring!" the real one proclaims. She pulls out her hakkero and quickly goes to work producing an intense but brief clash of lasers and stars. Once again, your hopes are dashed as Marisa makes quick work of her clone and runs on ahead.
"Well, I didn't think that was boring... but damn, how strong IS that rat at danmaku? It's like she's not even tired!" Remi exclaims. You privately agree with her, but bite your lip. Mustn't say anything, at least not yet.
Further on, Marisa finally enters the fake library. You were quite proud of this one, though a bit anxious about exposing Koakuma to danger. Despite Meiling's assurances that the little devil is more than capable of fending for herself, you've never actually seen her fight in any capacity other than... ahem, well, that already failed for Koishi's gang. But just as you'd hoped, Marisa pauses, shrugs, and starts grabbing books. She even looks genuinely surprised when the books grow teeth and start growling and chomping into her clothes! Koakuma steps out of the shadows, smiling silently and carrying a white silk garrote, and at last Marisa seems to panic a bit.
"Hmph! Good thing I didn't use this yet!" she grunts, using her free hand to pull a small round object from her apron. Koakuma's smile turns upside down quickly, and she tries to turn and run, but no - "MASTER SPAAAARK!" - t quite fast enough. Even Patchouli winces.
"Two rooms left, and I trust none of those were real tomes," the librarian grumbles. "You will help my assistant recover."
"Ah... me? All right..." you answer, after noticing the icy glares directed at you from the rest of the room. They know, don't they. Two rooms left. You can only pray.
Reimu Hakurei, standing in the ninth room, leaps to her feet as if in answer of your prayer when Marisa comes in. "Fantasy Heaven!"
"Eh? Reimu! Hey hey hey, what're you doin' here?" Marisa asks, edging back towards the entrance quickly. "Not like you to go to effort like this, don't the vampire owe you favors? Wait, I got it, how much is she into ya for?"
"A hundred thousand yen!" Reimu retorts proudly. "Now die!"
Inside, Remilia's head whips around to look at Sakuya - and you. "HOW much did she just say?"
"You really wanna put yourself out here? Hundred and twenty says you go back to the shrine!" calls Marisa, and Remi's eyes swivel back to the crystals, where Reimu's deadly orbs have paused in their orbits.
"She'll make more trouble for me afterwards. A hundred and fifty thousand, at least."
"Hundred and thirty grand, an' I won't nick your tea for a month!" Marisa counteroffers. The shrine maiden sizes her up, looking grim, then...
"Deal, but you better not forget about the tea!" Reimu holds out her hand, Marisa shakes it, and you start thinking about escape routes. Maybe if you could grab Sakuya's stopwatch for a minute again. But no, she's already smirking.
"About that punishment, mistress. Did you have anything in mind?" she asks.
"Oh, yes." Thinking to herself, Remi nods. "I think she'll - WHAT IS FLANDRE DOING WITH MY WEDDING DRESS?" Ah. That's your cue to push your chair back a bit, and maybe say you have to use the restroom. Except that you are suddenly unable to move, as Patchouli glares at you and mumbles an incantation. Sakuya looks at the floor as Remi starts lecturing her, but your eyes are now literally glued to the display.
What Flandre is doing with the dress, in fact, seems to be wearing it. And waiting at an altar. In the last room of the dungeon. In your defense, you reflect, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Let her get involved, do something silly, and there's no way Marisa would actually make it that far, right? Right? Right. No way. She definitely tripped and knocked herself out between the ninth and tenth rooms, that's definitely not her entering the 'wedding chapel' Meiling had had fun designing, and this is definitely all some sort of bad dream. Right.
"Marisa, you're here! You passed! Let's hurry up and get married!" Throwing her arms up in the air, Flandre bounces towards her 'groom.'
"What the ze?" Marisa replies. "Flan, what are you doing here? Ain't there supposed to be one more obstacle, or you should be trying to stop me, or somethin'?"
"Nope! That was a test to see if you're good enough to marry into the Scarlet family!" Humming that infernal wedding march, Flandre hops into Marisa's arms. The witch chuckles and catches her, but asks:
"Really? Who told you that?"
Close your ears.
Close your ears.
Close your ears.
Pray.
Pray.
Pray.
OW DAMMIT OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW REMI NO NOT THERE
"An' he's a part of the family, so it's official!" Flandre concludes happily.
"Reeeeaaaaalllllly...." Marisa thinks, and... laughs. You can hear it all too well over the dead silence of the sitting room. "Okay, we'll go with that, so we're married now. That means I'm Marisa Scarlet, and this mansion's my house too, right?"
"Uhhh. Yeah, I guess." Flandre shrugs. "Where do you want to go for our honeymoon?"
"How about the library?"
Patchouli clenches her fist, and the crystals shatter, breaking the scene off there. From somewhere not too far away, you can hear Meiling, clearly afraid for her life, offering the new couple congratulations....
{Marisa and Flan, Together Forever! End}
Some time later, Sakuya Izayoi places a couple of new photos into one of the mansion's albums, then shakes her head, takes out her watch and yanks the hands backwards...
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Cackling, Remilia pecks you on the shoulder and flies out of the room. Sakuya bows and follows her, and Patchouli, sporting the closest thing to a smirk you've seen on her face, heads back towards the library. Leaving you and Meiling staring at each other, in various degrees of aghast.
"But - but I - what will I do?!" she pleads.
Will you help her?
[ ] Yes
[ ] Yes
[X] Yes
"Ten rooms," you mutter. "Good grief."
Well, she could try...
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