AU Animal!Crew Part Two
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mekachu04Universe: One piece
Dated: July 2007
Rating: R?
Pairing: eh... detached ?xZoro ... really easy to figure out who, but since he hasn't the sanity to give his name, then he his still unnamed... tell me if you think leaving him unnamed in AN is a bad idea...
Disclaimer: .... yeah - One Piece would be a lot shorter if i owned it... and maybe more 'crack'ish..... but then again, if you watch mugiwara theaters.. you can't get more 'crack'ish than that.... but my crack-ish isn't as nice and fluffy as cannon crack-ish .. heh.. fLuffy... ^_^
Warnings: okay... i'm feeling like this has become a HUGE wtf thing... it makes sense to me, but i have NO idea if anyone else gets it or cares... um.. high rating on this.. not really sure how to label it as far as warnings go,so please - read at your own digression. it's not anything horribly awful (as far as content.. the writing could be though), but it's ... different...
Part One
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He'd learned months ago - words made no impact at all. Which was fine with him - he wasn't all that gifted with them in the first place. But actions... well, he was much more versed in that - and didn't Chopper tell him once that actions spoke louder anyway?
Pity and kindness to the fox the night before, found Zoro slammed mightily against the wall first thing that morning, claws digging into the flash of his arms, teeth sinking into the meat of his shoulder.
With a hiss, the toro threw himself sideways, sandwiching the fox between himself and the stone wall. The teeth around his arm loosened, and then let go, in favor of charging straight into the tiger's face, launching himself into the air. His legs wrapped around the tiger's torso, pinning his left arm to his side, clawing at the toromimi's face - teeth sinking into the already battered left ear with a snarl.
The delicate skin gave way under the sharp teeth, as Zoro struggled under the vice of the kitsune's powerful legs. His right arm twisted up, jabbing at the fox's neck, as he kicked off the wall. The other struggled briefly to keep his hold, deep guttural growl warning of a lack of both patiences and sentient thought; and Zoro freed his right hand in time to block the onslaught to his face.
The two remained locked in combat, strangers fighting as passionately as mortal enemies. Strength and stamina were long since tested and drained, and as the sun crossed the sky, the struggle slowed to exhausted, pained movements.
By the time a winner could be decided, Zoro lacked the will to even care, and the adrenaline from fighting had long since faded. The kitsune whined softly, panting against the toro's mutilated ear, the last lingers of the blood frenzy doing little to keep the forced hormonal response at bay any longer.
Zoro laid pinned under the kitsune still, snarling softly between his own strained breathing. His struggles to escape were more on principle than anything else, too tired to care as the fox lazily rubbed against him.
The kitsune's forced behavior was nothing new to the toro, it was explained to him even before he'd met the fox. Even knowing the boy's induced-sex craze- and thus the habit of humping anything with a pulse- before hand, Zoro'd still agreed to do what he could to help. But it was still a great disturbance to him when things devolved as they did again now.
Not necessarily disgust in the kitsune, for the unmentionable past of Zoro's own life had unfortunately caused him to be indifferent to the act - but more of the fact that it was happening enough to tie with the days it didn't happen - leading the toro to unhappily admit that the fox might be close to evenly matched to the tiger.
The fox mewed, teeth lightly nipping at the battered ear, his hips rolled, clothes trapping him as he sought release against his mostly unresponsive captive. The final act was more drawn out then either participant would of liked, but it finished soon enough, leaving them both resting in a quiet exhaustion.
Hormones sated for the meantime, the fox sat still and quiet, and with muttering hushed curses about wanting to do nothing more than sleep, Zoro retrieved the long since abandoned supplies and food.
It took some finagling - the fox never seemed to remember how to eat on his own until at least half of Chopper's soup had been spooned down his throat, but soon Zoro had the day's newest injures tended to, and had watched warily to make sure the kitsune swallowed all the pill's that had been included in the day's care package.
As instructed, he watched for signs of improvement. The fox hadn't been given any new doses of the altering drug in what was quickly becoming weeks. Very soon, it could be updated to months. The doctors also had been sending along drugs of their own to attempt to counter act the existing ones. They tried to remain hopeful, but the tiger didn't see it.
But he looked for them anyway, because the crestfallen, defeated look Chopper displayed every time Zoro told him no, had begun to depress even the toro, to the point he'd hide away and avoid the doctor for days. And maybe, to the optimist, there where signs.
Zoro muttered a goodbye for the afternoon, securing an ankle to the wall to avoid an ambush like this morning's, and gathered up the food wrappings, the bandage debris, and the ripped fabric laying scattered about. Maybe.. MAYBE, there where little things that had gotten better, he mused to himself.
After all, the fox at leased remained mostly clothed now a days. And it'd been a week since they'd stopped having to use the full body restraints to keep the other from tearing himself apart...
The door was opened, and a tired Zoro left the bundle of refuse in the hall, wincing slightly as the loud harsh closing of the door behind him reawakened the pain in his head. He brushed his fingers against the ragged flesh of his ear and shook his head. He really should go to Chopper first and get that (plus the other deeper, and potentially more dangerous) cuts looked too, but he found it hard to keep his eyes focused at all, and the yawn the overtook him was deep enough to hurt.
He staggered back to his own room, flopping down on the bed with little interest in much more than sleep. He was out before he could even registered he was laying down, body curling up on the blankets on it own, resting deeply so he could get up and do it again he next morning.
Dated: July 2007
Rating: R?
Pairing: eh... detached ?xZoro ... really easy to figure out who, but since he hasn't the sanity to give his name, then he his still unnamed... tell me if you think leaving him unnamed in AN is a bad idea...
Disclaimer: .... yeah - One Piece would be a lot shorter if i owned it... and maybe more 'crack'ish..... but then again, if you watch mugiwara theaters.. you can't get more 'crack'ish than that.... but my crack-ish isn't as nice and fluffy as cannon crack-ish .. heh.. fLuffy... ^_^
Warnings: okay... i'm feeling like this has become a HUGE wtf thing... it makes sense to me, but i have NO idea if anyone else gets it or cares... um.. high rating on this.. not really sure how to label it as far as warnings go,so please - read at your own digression. it's not anything horribly awful (as far as content.. the writing could be though), but it's ... different...
Part One
**~*~*~**~*~*~**~*~*~**~*~*~**
He'd learned months ago - words made no impact at all. Which was fine with him - he wasn't all that gifted with them in the first place. But actions... well, he was much more versed in that - and didn't Chopper tell him once that actions spoke louder anyway?
Pity and kindness to the fox the night before, found Zoro slammed mightily against the wall first thing that morning, claws digging into the flash of his arms, teeth sinking into the meat of his shoulder.
With a hiss, the toro threw himself sideways, sandwiching the fox between himself and the stone wall. The teeth around his arm loosened, and then let go, in favor of charging straight into the tiger's face, launching himself into the air. His legs wrapped around the tiger's torso, pinning his left arm to his side, clawing at the toromimi's face - teeth sinking into the already battered left ear with a snarl.
The delicate skin gave way under the sharp teeth, as Zoro struggled under the vice of the kitsune's powerful legs. His right arm twisted up, jabbing at the fox's neck, as he kicked off the wall. The other struggled briefly to keep his hold, deep guttural growl warning of a lack of both patiences and sentient thought; and Zoro freed his right hand in time to block the onslaught to his face.
The two remained locked in combat, strangers fighting as passionately as mortal enemies. Strength and stamina were long since tested and drained, and as the sun crossed the sky, the struggle slowed to exhausted, pained movements.
By the time a winner could be decided, Zoro lacked the will to even care, and the adrenaline from fighting had long since faded. The kitsune whined softly, panting against the toro's mutilated ear, the last lingers of the blood frenzy doing little to keep the forced hormonal response at bay any longer.
Zoro laid pinned under the kitsune still, snarling softly between his own strained breathing. His struggles to escape were more on principle than anything else, too tired to care as the fox lazily rubbed against him.
The kitsune's forced behavior was nothing new to the toro, it was explained to him even before he'd met the fox. Even knowing the boy's induced-sex craze- and thus the habit of humping anything with a pulse- before hand, Zoro'd still agreed to do what he could to help. But it was still a great disturbance to him when things devolved as they did again now.
Not necessarily disgust in the kitsune, for the unmentionable past of Zoro's own life had unfortunately caused him to be indifferent to the act - but more of the fact that it was happening enough to tie with the days it didn't happen - leading the toro to unhappily admit that the fox might be close to evenly matched to the tiger.
The fox mewed, teeth lightly nipping at the battered ear, his hips rolled, clothes trapping him as he sought release against his mostly unresponsive captive. The final act was more drawn out then either participant would of liked, but it finished soon enough, leaving them both resting in a quiet exhaustion.
Hormones sated for the meantime, the fox sat still and quiet, and with muttering hushed curses about wanting to do nothing more than sleep, Zoro retrieved the long since abandoned supplies and food.
It took some finagling - the fox never seemed to remember how to eat on his own until at least half of Chopper's soup had been spooned down his throat, but soon Zoro had the day's newest injures tended to, and had watched warily to make sure the kitsune swallowed all the pill's that had been included in the day's care package.
As instructed, he watched for signs of improvement. The fox hadn't been given any new doses of the altering drug in what was quickly becoming weeks. Very soon, it could be updated to months. The doctors also had been sending along drugs of their own to attempt to counter act the existing ones. They tried to remain hopeful, but the tiger didn't see it.
But he looked for them anyway, because the crestfallen, defeated look Chopper displayed every time Zoro told him no, had begun to depress even the toro, to the point he'd hide away and avoid the doctor for days. And maybe, to the optimist, there where signs.
Zoro muttered a goodbye for the afternoon, securing an ankle to the wall to avoid an ambush like this morning's, and gathered up the food wrappings, the bandage debris, and the ripped fabric laying scattered about. Maybe.. MAYBE, there where little things that had gotten better, he mused to himself.
After all, the fox at leased remained mostly clothed now a days. And it'd been a week since they'd stopped having to use the full body restraints to keep the other from tearing himself apart...
The door was opened, and a tired Zoro left the bundle of refuse in the hall, wincing slightly as the loud harsh closing of the door behind him reawakened the pain in his head. He brushed his fingers against the ragged flesh of his ear and shook his head. He really should go to Chopper first and get that (plus the other deeper, and potentially more dangerous) cuts looked too, but he found it hard to keep his eyes focused at all, and the yawn the overtook him was deep enough to hurt.
He staggered back to his own room, flopping down on the bed with little interest in much more than sleep. He was out before he could even registered he was laying down, body curling up on the blankets on it own, resting deeply so he could get up and do it again he next morning.
