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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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Hey again. This is the only chapter that contains bondage, which includes some dominant style mouth-fucking, deep anal sex (the type that hurts at first but then feels good), and a very brief instance of mild spanking. Even if you're not into BDSM, I'd encourage you to read the whole chapter, since it's important to the overall story. Or, at the least, if you skip the sex scene, there's still half a chapter left.
-Lemonator
His massive cock prodded the entrance to her tight asshole. He grabbed her hips and pushed, straining against the unyielding flesh. He was slowly but surely making progress, his dick sinking into her narrow shaft. Her low moans drifted up from the floor, muffled by the red plastic ball gag she was wearing. The pain was intense, and Ramona felt she was being torn in two.
She bore with it however, and waited. His swollen erection continued to fill her up deeper, a tighter fit than she had ever experienced before. However, as she had known, her body began slowly to adjust to his size and presence. The pain started to fade. He then withdrew and thrust back in. The second time, her muscles had loosened up. After that, each consecutive thrust felt better and better. She sighed.
She kneeled now, her head on the floor, her arms bound behind her back. Gideon stood behind her and plowed into her repeatedly. With every thrust he took himself deeper, and the deeper he went, the more ecstatic she felt. It was like an itch she could never have scratched on her own. His balls pressed tightly against her stuffed hole, as if they desired entry as well. He removed the gag with one hand temporarily.
"Tell me how big it is. Tell me how fucking huge it is, you slut!" He said, his voice betraying a certain frenzied nature just beneath the surface. Her moans were now perfectly audible, and they filled the room.
"It's so big. Your cock is so huge. It's a fucking monster," She gasped out. Smiling, he re-applied the gag and continued to pound her ass mercilessly. When Gideon had expressed an interest in Bondage, she had simply gone along with it. It wasn't exactly her thing, but she didn't mind. And she certainly didn't see any harm in it. It was just role playing. Fantasy, right?
To the left of them was a huge mirror, which covered that whole side of wall. To the right was his bed, slightly worn with curtains hanging over it. She felt her pussy moistening, the witness dripping down her left leg. She wanted so badly to reach down there and pleasure herself, but of course, that was part of the role-play. She wished he would fuck her there. It was such a bad itch.
He thrust in and out of her swiftly, balls swaying back and forth, dripping sweat. Ramona stared down at the tiled floor, focusing her vision on an intricate series of cracks in the distance, trailing out from under the dresser next to his bed.
He suddenly slapped her ass, making her gasp in surprise, her eyes widening and forgetting about the floor patterns. It wasn't hard enough to leave a mark, but it wasn't light either. His rhythm was timed so that after every thrust he gave her a quick smack that stung just a little, but mostly just felt good. Then he stopped, and withdrew completely from the confines of her anus.
"Turn around," He said. "And get on your knees." Obediently, she did so, bringing her head up off the ground and turning to face him, positioned right where she was supposed to be.
"That's a good girl," He cooed, and removed the ball gag, letting it fall around her neck. "Now open wide." Ramona did so, her red tongue sticking out ever so slightly, eyes closed. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands, and thrust himself inside, until she felt his balls squish against her chin. She felt him pass through her mouth and slip down into her throat. Having a bit of experience, she stopped herself from gagging and relaxed, breathing out through her nose, and letting him do as he pleased. He began shifting his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her mouth, her saliva acting as lubricant.
"Yeaaahhhhhh," Gideon moaned. "Take it you fucking bitch..." It had been difficult to fit him in; she really had to open her mouth wide. Not only was he about nine inches in length, he was also over an inch thick, which made it so she really couldn't close it when his cock was inside. He thrust himself into her mouth faster, his balls smacking roughly against her chin. She just kept breathing, and waited for him to come.
He increased his speed with each thrust until his pace seemed frantic and rushed. Gideon's stamina was ridiculous--apparently he had a lot of experience--because this time they had been going for at least a good hour. He pushed himself all the way in and stayed there, letting out a long, low groan.
She felt it twitch and spasm in her mouth, and then his cum was shooting down her throat. She swallowed the initial wave, and then let it drip, waiting patiently until he wanted to pull out. He then did so, smearing a little on her lips as he withdrew. She smiled and licked it off.
"Good job, babe," He said, somewhat tiredly. "Very sexy as always."
"I wouldn't do this for anyone else, hon," She replied. Of course, that was a lie. Ramona had had a multitude of other relationships, in which she had done whatever they wanted, more or less. In general, she was not opposed to fetishes. The reason she had only done this for Gideon then, was because he was the first to ask. She went in the bathroom and got dressed, combing the hair out of her face.
"I'm gonna go out for some air, okay?" She asked.
"Sure, sure. Just close the door behind you," He replied, pulling on his jeans. As he had come, Gideon's attention was not focused on her (as one would have guessed), but rather on the life-sized mirror to the left. As he came he stared into his own eyes and grinned, displaying his brilliantly white teeth. It was as if he saw something that no one else did.
Leaving the cramped apartment behind, Ramona walked out onto their small, but homely Veranda overlooking the ocean. She grabbed a folding chair and adjusted the back rest as low as it could go. It was a warm, summer evening; the sun low on the horizon, the sky a gorgeous mix of pinks, reds and oranges. She looked at how the sunset glow highlighted the endless expanse of skyscrapers--which seemed to stretch up into space--and thought then that perhaps New York was one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Or, from her knowledge of it anyway. She had only been to so many cities.
Her thoughts were interrupted however, when a large black shadowy mass seemed to emerge from the sun itself. She sat up, pushing her sunglasses down onto her nose for a better look. In moments, the entity divided itself exponentially--or perhaps it just became clear. There were hundreds of them, slowly advancing from beyond her range of vision. They were large, metallic, disc-like figures moving across the sky. There were tinted glass domes covering the ships that obscured any view of who--or what--the pilot may have been. Their silver plated hulls gleamed menacingly in the fading daylight, that same glow now as horrifying as it had been wonderful. These enigmatic beings approached with an unrelenting solemnity. There was only one explanation in Ramona's mind: (as ridiculous as it was) flying saucers.
"Fuck," She said, and ran inside. "Gideon? Babe? There's an inexplicable alien invasion taking place outside and I need your help." Upon reaching the bedroom, she found that he was sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep. She sighed, got her subspace bag and headed out the front door, locking it behind her. She walked out into the street and looked up at her new guests. There was one large ship, hovering overhead, as well as a multitude of smaller ships farther back, as if awaiting command. Up in the air, two figures began to materialize in front of her.
They almost looked like Octopi, with a few noticeable differences. First was the fact that they were green. Secondly, they only had half the amount of tentacles, and they were rough and scaly; they also lacked suction cups. Their bulbous heads had four round, humanoid eyes, one set under another, white with round black pupils. Their mouths stretched wide, displaying rows of gleaming animal-like teeth that dripped with some sort of acidic substance. The most notable feature of these creatures was the presence of holes in various spots on the body. Three on either side of the head, and one large hole in the chest. What these were used for she hadn't the faintest. Perhaps for breathing, like fish gills?
The one on the left--who was wearing an intricately crafted crown with a bronze frame and a black velvet interior, with a large diamond in the center the focal point--began to speak.
"Earth creature, please hear our message!" The crowned one boomed.
"Yes indeed," The one on the right replied. "Hear our message!"
"We have come a long way to reach this planet, from our homeworld, Frito Lay."
"Yes, such a long way," The one on the right assured her.
"And now that we are here, we are going to enslave your men, enjoy your pets as delicacies, and have our way sexually with your women!"
"We're going to rape your women!" The alien on the right agreed enthusiastically. The one to his left sighed and brought a tentacle up to his face, mimicking a surprisingly human expression.
"John," He said impatiently. "Is there an echo in here? Why do you have to repeat everything I say?" She looked at the two of them, unsure of how to proceed.
"Why, it's for emphasis, sir!"
"Emphasis?! I don't need any more emphasis! My god man, haven't you ever heard the saying, 'less is more?'"
"I'm sorry Jerry, I just know how important this invasion has been to you..."
As entertaining as this was, Ramona didn't feel like waiting around all day. She unzipped her Subspace bag and began feeling around inside, looking for something particular.
"Dammit, I told you over and over again. I wanted to bring in our merciless army of death on this invasion and be intimidating and cool. Repeating everything I say isn't cool, in fact, it's lame. And another thing-" But he didn't finish his sentence, as he was blown to pieces, blood and internal organs flying in all directions. The ornate crown remained in-tact however, and fell to the ground, where it spun on its side for a few moments, before falling over. Covered in alien gore, Ramona stood, holding a big black rocket launcher. Its design was square, and it had a large gold star painted on the top. A line of smoke was billowing up from the barrel of the gun, having just fired. She frowned.
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"Damn," She said. "And here I thought I wasn't going to have to change my clothes today. Oh well." She cast her gaze on the alien on the right, who was now in hysterics over the loss of his good friend.
"Jerry!" He yelled, panicked. "Fuck this, I'm getting out of here!" With that, he began flying back towards the mothership. Ramona crouched down, led her target, calculated for distance, and fired. He was practically upon the main door.
"I can't believe it!" He cried giddily. "I'm actually going to make it! I'm going to-" Her second shot hit its mark, as the alien formerly known as John turned into a green mist. She turned her attention to the hundreds of aliens that had begun pouring out of the ships and moving towards her.
"So," She asked. "Are you going to go away? Or do I have to use force?" Before she knew it however, she had been surrounded. A small group of aliens in the front row of a group of aliens closest to her was having some sort of argument, it seemed.
"I say that we kill her," One of them said.
"Well I think we should rape her," Another said.
"Kill her!" On one side.
"Rape her!" On the other.
"Hey guys," One particularly adventurous and forward-thinking young alien spoke up. "How about we rape her, then kill her?" There was a pause, and then much cheering. It was short lived, as the group that had been arguing exploded violently.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you," Ramona said, putting her sunglasses back on. "But I'm taken. That and I'd really rather not die, thanks." The remaining hoard charged forward in anger, and the ones coming right at her met the same fate as all the others, splattering more blood on her. She felt something slimy and smooth grab her arms, and legs. She turned and swung the launcher like a baseball bat, sending the creature sprawling on the ground. Following it up, she brought the butt of her weapon down on its head with a sickening crunch. She saw--much to her dismay--that they were closing in from all sides, and they were getting un-nervingly close. She needed to get out of this circle.
"You've got nowhere to go now, Earth whore!" One shouted with delighted anticipation. Seeing no other option, she jumped in the air and shot downwards. All the aliens below her ceased to exist, like drawings on a page that had been erased. The blast singed her legs a bit, but it also propelled her into the air. The remaining Frito Layians stared up in amazement, coming out of their stupor just a bit too late. Ramona began raining death down on her foes, sending corpses flying with each blast. She rolled as soon as she hit the ground, to cushion the fall. Still not having learned much, they rushed towards her, ignoring their losses.
"Too easy," She said. On the underside of the launcher, right next to the trigger, there was a dial. She turned it, and shouldered the launcher, turning it on the crowd. The closest to her ran right into a pillar of fire. He screamed in agony as his flesh began to melt away, revealing brittle bone underneath. She swept the flames across the oncoming attackers, and they ran back in the opposite direction, burning and running into each other and collapsing. She adjusted the switch back and shot a rocket overhead. One of the aliens blinked, and then laughed.
"You're a terrible shot, human." Ramona smirked.
"Not quite," She replied. The mothership spun in the sky where it had been hit, smoke rising up from the burning hull. It crashed into the ground and exploded right in the middle of the horde of aliens. She put a hand over her eyes, bracing herself from the violent gust of wind that followed the carnage. The few that remained after the smoke cleared shook in terror and watched helplessly as her figure emerged from behind the wall of flame. She slung the launcher over her shoulder like it was nothing and glared at them.
"Get out of here," She said. "And tell your friends not to fuck with Earth." They fled, screaming in terror. The fleet of ships soon vanished from sight, disappearing over the horizon. The sun had set, and the stars were beginning to come out. She sighed, her work finally done. She let the Subspace Launcher drop to the ground and collapsed on the sidewalk.
"What the hell happened here?" She sat up, and saw Gideon standing in the door.
"Oh nothing..." She said irritably. "I just fought off a horde of evil invading aliens is all."
"Oh, sorry about that," He replied. "I fell asleep."
"How convenient that you fall asleep when I need you the most."
"What can I say babe? You wear me out," He said, then gestured to the burning wreckage in their front yard. "Besides, doesn't seem like you needed much help."
"Even still, it's been scientifically proven that fighting waves of supernatural creatures with a loved one is a great bonding experience..." She said disappointedly. He shrugged in an almost apologetic fashion, seemingly at a loss for words.
"Hey!" She said, suddenly standing up. "Would you like to go see a movie together? I'm sure there's something good playing."
"Sorry," He said. "My boss just called me in. They need me pretty badly right now."
"Oh," She said, slumping.
"I'll see you later tonight, okay?" As he walked down the cobblestone path to his car, he stopped and gave Ramona a quick hug and a kiss on the lips.
"I love you, you know that," He said, smiling broadly at her.
"I love you too," She replied, returning the smile but without quite as much enthusiasm. As he got in the car and drove away, she waved to him as he slowly drifted out of sight.
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Ramona sighed and turned the key in the ignition. Her car rumbled to a start. Looking back, she wasn't sure why she had ever dated him.
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