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Scott Pilgrim Vs. Himself	By : Lemonator Category: Comics > Scott Pilgrim Views: 4353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Scott Pilgrim is the property of Bryan Lee O' Malley and Oni Press, not me. I have not made any profit off this story in the past, nor do I intend to.

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When Scott was sure she was asleep, he slipped out of bed. In the darkness of their bedroom, Scott felt an indescribable emptiness inside him. And for some reason, even though there was a living being only a few feet away-chest rising and falling with every breath-he felt alone.
It was in his head. It had to be. It was restlessness, pure and simple, a result of too much thinking (something rare for himself, he admitted). He just needed to get out and clear his head. Getting his clothes on, he silently descended the stairs and went out the front door, locking it behind him. Walking across the lawn to his car, Scott looked back one more time at the house that he now shared with a girl he had met in a dream.
He opened the door and got inside. He turned the key in the ignition and the car rumbled to life. Pulling out of the driveway, he turned on the radio. According to its built in clock, it was 1:00 AM. He thought he'd go to the Rockit. It was open 24 hours a day, so it seemed like a good plan. He pulled up across the street and parked his car, looking out the window.
He could see strobe lights pulsating inside, all manner of drunk twenty-something year olds swaying back and forth to the rhythm. He walked across the street, hearing the pounding base grow louder with every step. When the Rockit wasn't hosting local talent, they brought in a DJ-usually late at night. As Scott walked inside, he was greeted by the comforting sound of Pon de Floor blasting out of the stereo speakers. No energy in him to dance, he sat down at the bar and summoned the bartender.
"Apple juice, please," Scott said, eyes half closed.
"...What?" The man at the bar (not much older than Scott by the looks of it) replied.
"I uh, I don't drink."
"Whatever." He filled Scott's glass and slammed it down in front of him. A bit of juice jumped up and splashed him in the face and Scott thought about how badly he wanted to combo this dude's ass. But he was tired. Now this is all I need, Scott thought. Some time away from...stuff. At that moment a drunken girl slammed into him before falling to the ground.
He yelled and his drink splashed onto the guy next to him. The large, angry looking man. With the bull tattoo on his muscular right shoulder. And the man-beard. He was tall, muscular, and plenty fat. His greasy helmet hair twisted this way and that, with a single alfalfa sticking up in the back.
Bob (Last name unknown)
Age: 35
Construction worker of some kind
Rating: He can fix ANYTHING
"Er, uh, sir, I'm um, sorry..." Scott stuttered, trying to say something that wouldn't cause him to DIE. Bob steamed.
"I'm a construction worker, dammit! I work hard all day at my crappy job, my foreman's a jerk and I don't know what the HELL a twitter is! All I want to do is relax and have a beer, but I guess I can't even do that, huh?" Bob hoisted up a large I-beam* (it's a large metal beam-often seen at construction sites -Ed) from seemingly nowhere.
"No wait, don-" WHOK. Swinging it like a baseball bat with incredible ease, Bob sent Scott flying. Scott crashed through the window and landed on the sidewalk outside. Lying in the broken glass, he picked himself up in a daze, rubbing his head.
"Woah-" Scott flipped backwards as the metal beam slammed down where he was just moments ago. As Bob lifted it off the ground, Scott grabbed a piece of broken glass and ran up the beam. He leaped into the air and drove it into the large man's eye. As he did, the glass splintered and tiny shards flew into his right hand. He screamed and fell to the ground. He looked up incredulously at the man's intact eye.
"Y'know, kid, being a construction worker has it's perks." Scott cocked back and punched him in the gut, hard. Bad idea. Why Scott thought punching someone with glass his hand was a smart idea is beyond me, but I digress. Bob swung again, and Scott ducked under it.
Using his left hand this time, he delivered several blows to the man's stomach that were virtually ineffective. Annoyed, Bob swung the heavy beam once more. Scott ducked and a mailbox exploded behind him. One of the letters grazed Scott's arm and he yelped.
"Paper cut, you dick!" When Bob swung it back the other way Scott hopped on top of it, and from there to the top of Bob's head and then behind him. Bob turned fuming and brought it crashing down, Scott darting to the left just in time. This time he crushed a fire-hydrant, causing water to shoot up in the air and rain down on them, Bob's greasy hair moistening and falling in his eyes.
Scott rolled under the downed beam and kicked upward. The beam flew out of Bob's hands and up into the air. Scott leaped up and grabbed it, holding it vertically, and upon falling, impaled the large bear-like man. He exploded into a few coins that fell to the ground. Scott frowned upon closer investigation.
"Not even minimum wage? No wonder this guy hated his job," He said. Even still, he begrudgingly pocketed the three dollars and fifteen cents. Rather than using the door, Scott climbed back in through the broken window. When he neared the bar, the bartender gave him a nasty look.
"What?" Scott asked, annoyed.
"This is for ordering apple juice instead of beer, you unmanly person!" The bartender then proceeded to splash him in the face with a mug of Sam Adam's.
"AUGGH I DON'T DRINK AGGGH" Was Scott's response. Resisting the urge to hunt down his parents and kill them for their crimes against humanity, Scott went into the bathroom to clean himself off. He took a sheet of paper towel and dried his face. Then, in the bathroom mirror he saw a girl poke her head in from the door. He turned, curious.
"Heyyy...I know this is the bathroom for dudes and all, but I saw you after that fight. You're hand's cut up pretty bad. I can help. If you want," She said. When Scott said nothing she took it as an invitation. Stepping into the room, he could see that she was about his height, with straight blond hair that came down to her shoulders. She was wearing a short lime-green sleeveless dress and faded jeans with sandals.
"My dad's a doctor, so I know how to handle this sort of thing." She gently but firmly grabbed his wrist. "Now this is gonna hurt a bit, okay?" Scott nodded. His face twisted in pain as she removed each shard of glass, but he made no noise. She took something off her back, which Scott saw was a first-aid kit. Opening it she took out some disinfectant and some bandages. She sprayed his hand with the disinfectant and carefully wound the bandages over each small wound.
"There, all done," She said. "Feel better?"
"Yeah," Scott said. "Thanks."
"You know," She said. "I'm a big fan. Sex Bob-Omb? That's good shit. And Shatterband? Gotta say, not bad. I was there for the first performance here. You know, when that crazy Indian dude burst through the ceiling? My main point is you guys saved my life. When I first heard you play I was going through some rough times. Your songs...they're just so beautiful and honest. I know this sounds weird but it gave me something to live for."
"Wow," Scott said. "You're the first person to say something like that. If only Stephen Stills was here. Usually people just think we suck. I mean...I kinda think we suck." She laughed.
"You've done so much for me, I think I should do a little something for you. It's only fair. Think of it as a gift." She smiled slyly at him.
"Ooh, you mean like a videogame?"
She was taken aback. "Uh, no man. I was thinking more of a favor. A sexual favor. I'm offering you sex." Scott suddenly grew very nervous.
"Well," He said. "That's a very nice offer but I do have a girlfriend."
"Oh, okay. Well, there are plenty of other things I could do for you that technically aren't sex. And I mean, it's not really cheating if you think about it. It's just a little something on the side. I mean, I don't really mean anything to you..oh my god, I'm sorry! I never introduced myself. I'm Mary. I know you're Scott. You play base."
Mary Jenkins
Age: 19
Has emotional problems
Rating: Run away Scott run away NOW
Scott had to make a decision. Scott didn't like decisions. Generally, in these situations, Scott handed over his decisions to his moral compass, here represented in the tried and true cliche of an angel and demon on his shoulders.
"Scott, I know it's hard, but really think about this before you do something stupid," His angelic persona stated, matter-of-factly. "What is it you hope to accomplish here? You have a beautiful girlfriend, friends who care about you and a band that I guess isn't all that crappy. Ramona is all you could ever want and more, don't betray her like this. She loves you."
"Hey man," His demonic persona said. "Don't listen to that guy, he's naive."
"I'm Naive?!"
"Yeah, you heard me. Scott, sometimes you just have to get out and enjoy life. Not worry about responsibility or whatever. This girl's offering you something most guys would kill to have. Great sex with no commitments and no guilt. And the best part of it is, this is an isolated incident. You can fuck this chick, leave her and then go back to Ramona and enjoy all that lovey crap. She'll never know. See, I'm a realist. I read Vonnegut. I was a logic major in college."
"Um, why does the devily guy seem more rational?" Scott asked. The angel wept and the devil played air base in celebration. Coming back to reality, Scott nodded.
"Okay," He said. "But just this once." Smiling, she led him by the hand into one of the stalls.
"Sit down," She said. "Make yourself feel comfortable. Just relax and I'll take care of everything. You can even think of her if you want." Scott sat. She knelt down in front of him and swept her hair back, tying it off in a ponytail. However it wasn't perfect and a strand or two hung down the side of her face.
Working quickly with her hands, she undid and pulled Scott's belt out. She draped it around her neck and continued. She unzipped his jeans slowly, letting the tension and sense of suspense sink in. She pulled his pants down until they were on his legs and then began to rub the growing bulge in his boxer shorts.
She then unbuttoned them and Scott's dick slid out. Leaning forward, she brought her lips less than an inch away from the tip. She exhaled deeply and her warm breath teased his cock. She slid her long tongue out between her lips and brought it again, so close to touching the head but not. And then, finally, after what seemed like forever, it made contact. The bottom of her tongue merely touched the tip, resting atop, but not doing any actual licking.
And then she slid it from the bottom of his cockhead to the tip. And then again, although this time from a different angle, moistening a different part of his cock. She then began to make a circular motion, licking all around the head, getting every inch of it. Next she retracted her tongue and planted a light kiss on the tip. She stayed there, opening her mouth slowly, until eventually the entire head was in her mouth and she was sucking on it.
Her mouth watered and saliva dripped from her lips, running slowly down his length and onto his shorts. His length was aching to be gratified but she wasn't about to take him all in just yet. She knew that the longer the wait, the better the pleasure. She felt his balls through his boxers, gently cupping them and stroking. She started to take more of him past her lips, slowly.
Just as it seemed like she was going to gulp him down, she drew herself back up-until her lips were once again resting on his tip. She gave it a few teasing kisses, then returned to the task at hand. This time she went down a little bit farther...and then once again came back up. Sweat ran down Scott's flushed face and he wiped it away with the back of his hand.
"C'mon," He said. "Stop torturing me and do it already!" Mary smiled internally. She figured she had let him suffer enough. With renewed vigor and a steady pace, she began sucking his length. However, she still only went about halfway down. She wanted to milk this for all it was worth-no pun intended. Every time she came back up she licked his head, her saliva acting as great lubricant.
Scott resisted the urge to grab her head and push her down all the way, and instead reached out and cupped her breasts through her dress. She started to moan, which sent waves of pleasure up and down Scott's cock. With her free hand, she frantically unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. She reached into her panties and began rubbing her crotch. She plunged her fingers into her warm, tight tunnel, moaning long and low.
Scott's breathing was haggard and slow. She withdrew her fingers from her underpants, dripping with her juices and offered them to Scott, holding them up to his face. He sucked on her fingers, tasting her sweetness. It occurred to him that she tasted like strawberries. She increased her tempo, working his shaft faster and going down farther.
She sunk her fingers back into her wet pussy, and as she twisted them inside herself she took all of Scott into her mouth. He let out a low groan of relief, so glad that he was now completely inside her. With every up and down motion, she fingered herself more and more rigorously, with every moan increasing his pleasure exponentially.
"Uhhhh..." Scott moaned. "I don't know how much longer I can last." Mary paid no attention and continued what she was doing. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to her climax. With her thumb she rubbed her clit softly, making her moan louder. As she came she took Scott in all the way to the base once more and held herself there.
Her moans, muffled but intense, brought him over the edge. He came with great force, shooting thick white cum into her mouth. Her eyes closed, he saw her swallow several times, all the while staying down on his base, not letting any escape. She stayed like that for a couple of seconds before letting his dick slide slowly out of her mouth. She saw a small droplet of cum sliding down his cockhead, she licked it off, and smiled up at him, eyes gleaming.
"The great thing about a good blowjob: no cleanup," Mary said.
"Uh...thanks," Scott said. "That was, er, nice."
"No, thank you," She said. "You saved my life, remember?" She stood up and pulled up her pants, zipping them up and opening the stall door.
"After you, good sir," She said giggling. He pulled his own pants back on and walked out. Not really sure what to say, Scott awkwardly walked to the door. Before he could leave though, she called over his shoulder.
"Hey man," She said. "I really hope things work out well with your girlfriend. I'm sure she gives way better bjs than I do. And don't worry, chances are you'll never see me again."
With that, Scott walked out into the frantic, sexually charged atmosphere of the Rockit dance floor and then out into the night, once more. Feeling scared, confused, and most of all, alone.
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