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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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"Now, don't get me wrong Envy, your last performance was spectacular, but you could be a bit more..."
Natalie Adams sat in a small square office, across from a man professionally dressed, in a large armchair. Another man--less so--stood off to one side, hands in his pockets. She wore what wardrobe referred to as a dress. It was mostly red, with see-through mesh all the way from the tops of her breasts to her waist. Underneath she wore skintight black leather pants (they had specifically encouraged her not to wear underwear) and long red boots that ended in a skull design--they were currently trying out the Goth look.
"A bit more slutty," The one that was standing said. Her expression--one of boredom and contempt--didn't change.
"Mr. Graves," Envy said. "With all due respect, sir. You can see my nipples through this outfit. Don't you think that's enough?"
"Now Envy, darling," He said. "You know that sex sells. Our audience is counting on us! Those lonely teenage boys need someone to give them some sort of sexual attention. Why do you think those posters of you make so much money? I understand you recently went through a bit of a traumatic experience...my grandson turning out to be a psychopath and all...but you need to get your act together. I know it's not all your fault--I'll have a talk with wardrobe about creativity and workmanship."
"Sir?" She tried to mask the cold fury in her voice.
"Yes, babe?"
"Can I leave now?"
"Certainly."
As soon as he waved her off she got her coat and left the room, neglecting to close the door behind her.
She walked down the hallway and down the long staircase. As she went through the lobby, the receptionist greeted her warmly. Natalie ignored her and walked out the door into the fresh air. She breathed a sigh of relief. She hated being in that building with a passion, and more-so sitting in the same room with that prick. Sometimes she daydreamed about him being eaten by wild animals, or hit by a car, or something like that. Sighing, she hailed a cab.
"So, you're Envy, huh?" The cab driver asked.
"Yeah. Hey, I'll pay you extra if you don't say anything." And he didn't. What couldn't money do? She would rather be by herself; it let her think. She looked out the window and up into the gray, cloudy Toronto sky. When they had arrived she got out of the cab, paid the extra cash she had promised, and turned her back as he drove away.
She had a fairly small house, two floors. It was white, not a very interesting color, but then again--that wasn't her primary concern these days. She went inside, kicked her shoes off, threw her coat on the couch, and went into the downstairs bathroom. She turned on the shower and filled up the black bathtub. She stripped down to her white panties and hung her "dress" on the adjacent clothes rack. She pulled the last of her attire from her body and tossed it aside. She lowered herself slowly into the warm water, exhaling deeply as it touched her skin and warmed her body. She dipped her head back under the water and remained for a moment before coming back up, slowly opening her eyes. Her long red hair became straight, regaining its natural structure those whores had robbed it of. Two round pink mounds poked up from beneath the water, the rest of her body submerged. She let her arms sink into the water at her sides. Closing her eyes, she slid her hand down between her legs. She began thinking of men--clean shaven faces, muscles that were hard, yet smooth. She let her long, dainty fingers linger at her opening for a moment, before slipping them inside. She maneuvered them in and out, stroking the inner walls of her pussy.
Firm hands gripping her breasts.
With her free hand, she squeezed one breast and then the other, playfully flicking her nipple with a finger.
Tongue and Lips. Sucking on her nipples. Thick, hard cock forcefully pushing its way ins--
--Her fingers, thrusting deeper and deeper inside, twisting. She brought her other hand down and starting rubbing her clitoris slowly with her thumb. Her face beet red, she sunk down farther into the water, her mouth and nose disappearing along with any trace of her breasts.
The sweat dripping down his forehead, his chest, his balls.
She started fucking herself faster, inserting a third finger into her cunt and gasping at the stretch. She paused from attending to her clit, and pushed a single slender finger up into her anus.
She saw his face. Scott's face. Fuck. Panicking, she tried to think of someone else. Hell, even Todd. Anyone else she had ever dated. Anyone but him. But it was no use. Despite his inability to see when something was wrong, despite the fact that he had never been there for her when she needed him--not even when she had needed him the most--no one had ever made love to her like Scott had. On the long list of things that the great Scott Pilgrim was terrible with--among those people and their feelings--sex was not one of them. He had been passionate, gentle, and more than willing to go down on her--and had done so on more than one occasion.
She saw his huge cock spasming as it shot a load of cum all over her face, thrusting upwards impossibly deep into her pussy; Stretching her asshole wide. She hit her climax suddenly, moaning deeply. Her cum rose upward in a milky cloud below the surface of the water. Still fingering herself rapidly, she came several more times, her body shuddering with delight. She sighed and relaxed, opening her eyes. She then put her arms behind her head and put her feet up, out of the water.
"Fuck you," She said, eyes watering. "Fuck you, you unbelievable prick."
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He knew he shouldn't. He knew it was wrong. But Scott was doing it anyway. Mary had given him her phone number and her address, "just in case he wanted to get in touch." Well, Scott wanted to get in touch, all right. But he didn't know why. All he knew was that Ramona would be out all day, and that Mary lived at 1402 Braham Avenue. He was surprised to find that she only lived a few blocks down from Ramona's apartment. Strange, how people can be living right next to you and you never meet them.
He stopped at the third house on the left side of the street, and looked down at the piece of paper in his hand. 1402. This was the place. It was a small, blue house. Two floors, two windows (That Scott could see), a small porch with a few steps and no garage. There was a white Christler in the driveway and a silver Saturn parked at the curb. The rusted screen door creaked open, and Mary stepped out, wearing a pair of black shades, a Beatles' Revolver T-shirt, a black miniskirt and sandals.
"Hey," She said. Each step produced a squeaky, unpleasant sound as she walked down them. "Yeah, so this is where I live."
"Nice place," Scott replied, eyes on her chest.
"Haha, thanks," She said. "My boobs are hot, I know."
"I wasn't even looking at your boobs!"
"Riiiiight."
They started walking. Mary lifted her shades and looked at him.
"My grandma'll be asleep for a while, so we can do whatever we want."
"You live with your grandmother?" Scott asked.
"Well duh, that's what happens when your parents die, silly."
"Oh man, that sucks. I'm sorry I brought it up."
"Actually, hold on. My mom died, my dad's still alive. He's a doctor, remember?"
"So why aren't you living with him?"
"Something about him being 'unfit to be a parent' or something like that. Probably something to do with his alcoholism. Go figure." They walked down the street, pausing to look before crossing over.
"You know," Mary said. "Oral sex is technically a fetish? It's just so common that people don't consider it one. A fetish is defined a sexual desire for anything that isn't straight up penetration. Although I suppose anal wouldn't be considered a fetish for gay dudes..." She paused.
"I'll bet...hopefully, that you're thinking about my skirt. The short skirt's showing off my legs, which is making you think about my ass. Makes you just want to plow me over and over again...Of course, the fact that I'm telling you all this right now is probably turning you on." She reached over and cupped his crotch through his pants.
"Yup, definitely turned on."
"Well," Scott said, smiling. "Just what are you going to do about that?"
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Natalie thought that she would take a walk. She thought that it would clear her mind. Make her stop thinking about a certain person. At the very least she would get out of the house and get some fresh air.
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"Well," Mary replied. "You're going to wait until we find a nice quiet alleyway, and then you're going to press me up against the wall and fuck me from behind." He felt his dick pressing painfully against the front of his pants. He grabbed her hand and started walking forward at a much quicker pace. As they entered the shopping district, Scott dragged her into the first alley he saw and pushed her up against the wall. Mary felt her soft breasts flattened up against the hard brick and put her hands out to support her. She stuck her rear out facing Scott, shook it seductively and turned her head to stick her tongue out at him.
"Are you teasing me?" He asked playfully.
"Mayyyybe," Mary replied.
"You're going to regret that," He said with a wicked grin. Reaching down, he grabbed her skirt and lifted it up. He took hold of her exposed panties and pulled them down. He gave her ass a light slap, before running two fingers along the lips of her pussy, first making sure she wanted him as much as he did her. She did.
"You know," Scott said. "I've been wondering what you look like under those clothes since we met."
"If this is good, I might just take off my top for you later," She said teasingly.
"If?" He laughed. He undid his belt and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall around his ankles. He removed his rigid cock from inside his boxer shorts and positioned himself behind her. He tore open one of the condom packets he had in his pocket and pinched the tip, rolling the thin latex down to the base of his dick before throwing the package over his shoulder. Scott planned to tease her as much as she had that night at the Rockit, making her want it desperately before plunging it in and finally satisfying her. He placed his dick inbetween her two plump cheeks--which were almost as round and firm as her breasts--and began to rub himself against her, up and down. He squeezed them around his prick, moaning and feeling an overwhelming urge to just dive in--but he resisted. It was the principle of the thing. This time he reached around and put his hands up under her shirt, grabbing her soft, warm breasts directly, no pesky material to get in the way. He took her nipples--one with each hand--and gently rotated them around in a circle with thumb and forefinger, clockwise and then the other way.
"Uhhhhhhhh," She moaned. "What are you doing dude? Just stick it in me already!"
"Oh no," Scott said. "Remember last time? This is payback." Wanting to make her as horny as possible, he withdrew his dick and pressed the length horizontally across her lips down below. He started to slowly thrust his hips back and forth, rubbing his swollen cock across the outside of her pussy, which dripped moisture all along his prick, which was making it harder and harder for Scott to resist. But he persisted. He pressed her breasts against each other, and lightly flicked her nipples.
"Ohhhhhhhh God..." Mary's eyes were shut tight in frustration. Scott repositioned himself and proceeded to prod the tight opening of her cunt, not quite making penetration. Then slowly--achingly slow--Scott slid himself inside her. She was unexpectedly tight, and as he pushed past the yielding moist flesh, he sighed. Her relief was simultaneous, the look on her face motivating him further. He thrust himself in deeper, still maintaining that slow, rhythmic pace. Clear fluid escaped from her spread pussy and dripped onto the base of his dick. Each time he withdrew, he thrust back in harder and a little faster. He listened to her pleasured moans and smiled to himself. And she was so damn tight around his cock--it seemed as if her cunt was squeezing him, pressing up against him consciously. She was warm. Suddenly overwhelmed by pleasure, he could feel himself losing it. He panicked. He usually lasted much longer than this, and it was so good--he didn't want it to ever end. Scott started pounding her, fucking her pussy frantically. Each thrust rocked her body, her tits shaking in rhythm. He grunted, coming suddenly, flooding the condom with hot cum.
"Scott?"
He turned. Standing at the opening to the alleyway, Natalie Adams stood staring at them with an unreadable expression on her face. Scott's face turned red.
"I...I...this..."
Natalie sighed. "Why am I not surprised?" She asked.
"It's not what it..." Scott paused. "Please don't tell her," He muttered weakly.
"I guess it's really none of my business."
"Nat...I think I might be in love." She raised an eyebrow and gave him a look of contempt.
"Just like with Ramona, huh? Scott, you're pathetic. You don't even know what love is."
"I..."
"Goodbye, Scott. And good luck." With that, she turned and walked away. Mary turned to Scott, and smiled.
"Hey man, fuck her. What matters is you love me, right?"
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