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Best Rave Ever
By : ThePhizz
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June 17: -Lina/Gourry/Amelia/Zelgadiss/Xellos/Fil

ia: Dungeons, magic spells, aphrodisiacs, urgency for sex - While searching the rest of the Dark star magic weapons, our group of adventurers gets trapped in a dungeon full of pink air wich smells really nice. Boys can't control themselves and girls must help them to feel better. Filia wonders if the trickster mazoku has something to do with this.

The fill:

(This story turned out hugely long. Hope this is what you wanted, anon requester. I'm not too sure if the timeline matches up.)

Xellos' purple gaze fell on her blue one.
Amelia shuddered, horrified, looking away. Lina made a motion, made a grab for her sword, a look on her face that someone carrying a hammer and spike and reeking of garlic might have made before a vampire. Filia, standing besides the other two girls, laughed maniacally for a long moment.
The golden dragon understood what was happening: they were losing their minds. And the priestess had always been close to snapping, as Lina had always said. She had given into the craziness quickly.
There was no other explanation for the craziness that was occurring.
“Lina? Oh, god, Lina?”
The princess turned her head to look at the near-sobbing Gourry before immediately looking away. She really, really wished she hadn't seen him like that. Aside from being Lina's near boyfriend, she thought of him as big brother figure, and big brothers didn't grab at themselves that way in front of little sisters.
“Gourry! Gourry, stop it!” Lina sounded near hysterical, hands grabbing her hair. Wanting to beat the swordsman, and not go anywhere near him.
Understandable.
Poor Mister Gourry. That pink air was to blame for all this. It wasn't right that he would be kicked and punched to pieces by Lina for what that stuff had done.
“Lina, oh, please. C'mere.”
His tone made Filia and Amelia shudder, and Lina go stiff as a board.
Poor, poor Mister Gourry.
Groping himself through his pants like that, like what that super creepy man had done on a wagon ride into the annual Saillune pumpkin celebration that she and Lina had taken alone. How he'd waggled his tongue at them and grabbed his crotch, to both girls understandable horror and disbelief. Until they'd both snapped and throw fireballs at him, shrieking.
At least the blonde man was only touching at himself.
“Lina, please, I need you.”
The red-head seemed to be emitting an eerie black glow.
He didn't have a chance.
But it really wasn't his fault! It had been that sickly sweet strawberry smelling pink mist that they'd all thought was going to poison them, but seemed harmless.
As soon as they realized the pink air was not going to kill them, they all stopped waving their hands and holding the collars of their shirts to their noses. Gingerly, they breathed in the unfiltered air and looked at each other for an explanation. Even Xellos looked confused, wagging his staff through the bright fog.
“Well, this is weird.”
“Smells kinda good.”
“Are you kidding? It's making me feel sick.”
“I dunno. Kind of nice.”
“Isn't not bad,” Mister Zelgadiss had said neutrally.
“Really?”
Lina had been outraged. “Have you all lost your sense of smell?”
“Nope.” Miss Filia's delicate and not-entirely human nose had scrunched up. “I think it's nauseous.”
“Smells bad to me, too.”
“Isn't this...odd.” Xellos voice sounded weird. Thick.
“Yeah. I feel weird.”
“Light-headed.”
“Huh? What's wrong with you guys?”
“Let's just leave. We haven't found anything useful.”
“Wait. Just. Wait.”
“Hmmm, Lina?”
“What? What's up Gourry?”
“You know, I'd really like to know how exactly small your boobs are.”
The girls all had gasped. Gourry had looked confused, then alarmed.
“Wait! I didn't mean to say that! Don't hit me! Don't hit me real hard with your fists, rubbing yourself against me, jumping on me for a better angle.”
Lina had choked. “Oh god.”
“Bite me a little. Just grab and ride me right into the ground. Like Xellos said you wanted to do.”
“What!?”
“Bruise me. Lina. Grab my throat. I want you to strangle me.”
The sorceress grabbed her forehead. “Dear fucking god. I just. I just don't even know anymore. What did that stuff do to you?”
...that would explain why Gourry didn't seem to mind saying so many things that annoyed Lina, despite knowing better.
Then the tall man had started to grab at himself and whimper Lina's name.
And Filia lost it and began laughing. “Mwahahahahehe.”
Amelia had never seen the blonde woman laugh so much, and for so long. Holding her stomach, pointing at the other two. Just shaking from the force of her enjoyment. “Bwahahaeheh.”
She was still laughing, even now. Until Xellos jumped in front of her, eyes open and oh god something was bulging and Amelia had to look away. The golden dragon's laughter immediately stopped.
When the dark-haired princess had stolen a look at them, there was a look of terror on her face and Xellos looked at her so seriously, so intensely, so passionately, that Amelia wanted to wipe the image out of her head immediately. Sure, she and Lina had joked about the two of them becoming a couple, but it was always after a late night spent gossiping and eating candy and going into a dark bathroom with a candle at midnight and chanting scary names three times to see if they would appear.
“Shabranigdo! Shabranigdo! Shabranidgo!”
“Beast Master! Beast Master! Beast Master!”
“Zombie Rezo! Zombie Rezo! Zombie Rezo!”
“Wizer! Wizer! Wizer!”
“Zuuma! Zuuma! Zuuma!”
“Gracia! Gracia! Gracia!”
And if Lina had drunk enough wine, “Luna! Luna! Luna!”
Together, simultaneously in a dare towards the end,“Xellos! Xellos! Xellos!”
And once he had shown up in the bathroom, annoyed and in a shower of purple sparkles, causing them to erupt into childish shrieks and run into the door in a desperate attempt to get away. Their rush had sent the candle falling to the floor, and the inn had nearly burned down. The innkeeper hadn't been happy, nor were the other guests, and Xellos had been the least pleased at all.
Now, they would chant, “Xellos in his underwear! Xellos in his underwear! Xellos in his underwear!” and pray fervently in their hearts that he really didn't show up this time.
And when they got tired enough after the sugar crash they'd talk about whether or not Filia and Xellos liked each other at all. There was no argument they hated each other, but them together seemed so almost-romantic. “Star-crossed lovers,” Amelia told Lina, to dry heaving.
“No, really. He's a priest, she's a priestess. She's a dragon, and he's a Mazoku. He's, you know. And she's sorta uptight and very strict and righteous.
“Even their clothes compliment each other. Remember that time the innkeeper gave them the same room, because they were fighting about the other's haircut and she thought they were just flirting? Because they were already a couple, and 'looked so cute together.'
“They pretty much joined forces to try and kill her."
The taller woman would add something along the lines of, “She's crazy, he's crazier. Though that innkeeper was crazier than both of them. But not as crazy as you.”
“It's so perfect. If only, they weren't, you know. Them.”
“Stop, please, the licorice is coming back up.”
“And they both like tea!”
“Do you like vomit candy? Because I'll leave plenty on your bed.”
Then Amelia would mutter something about her and Gourry, and get a beady glare and the evening would wind down with a beating.
All those little comments about them now sounded terrible to her. As though, like with the chanting, they could be brought to life after enough repetition. She wanted to take it all back, the giggling after they'd actually touched hands reaching for the same teapot and their revolution and swears that they needed new gloves after that, the rib-nudging to Lina after she'd finished healing Gourry who'd said something about Filia always starring at Xellos and got a mace in the face for it.
Now she remembered that time at a carnival where Xellos had run a kissing booth and Filia had run up, screaming and pushing woman and men out of line, demanding this stop, just stop it right now. And that disturbing, haunted pause when she'd reached Xellos and was in the front of the line, and they'd just looked at each other, mouths swinging open a little. Filia's hair hanging sweatily in her face and both their eyes huge. Like, well, anything could have happened. Like they'd been considered it, or at least thinking the other one was.
Lina really had almost thrown up all her fried carnival food then. Nearby, Mister Gourry had given a little 'aww,' as though witnessing puppies cuddling. Mister Zelgadiss had almost joined Lina at the garbage bin she was gagging into, his blue skin that was dotted with dark pebbles almost gray, dark eyes huge and revolted. Amelia had nearly grabbed his hand and told him to be more supportive of Xellos and Filia's new relationship.

But no one had been able to fully look away.
Then Xellos had ruined it with a joke. “Miss Filia! I understand how eager you are, but you can't cut in line.”
“I'll murder you and bury you under this disgusting stand!”
She hadn't, of course, but she had definitely burned the kissing booth down and covered the area in salt she'd bought from a pretzel vendor. Xellos, not stopping her, but insisting that she'd wanted to be in that line and wasn't denial so sad? The neat, and quite artistic and detailed skull Filia made was ruined after two seconds later as Gourry had run his dry pretzel through the figure.
But now, now finally, it was happening! Xellos was admitting how he felt for her, though grabbing her that way and pulling him screaming and punching wasn't all that romantic...but she did look kind of swooning, knees bent as she slammed a fist into his mouth.
And Lina had Gourry on his knees, cooing at her, arms around her legs as he went on about how she was his princess, his dragon-spooker princess, his breastless dragon-spooker, bandit murderer princess, and no one could separate them, ever. He would cross the gates of Hell for her. Fight anyone. Cut off anyone's head, even her scary sister for all of eternity.
“Gourry. Get up. I appreciate the sister thing, though.”
“A hundred time! A thousand times!”
“Aww.”
It had taken that pink mist for him to become so articulate, but it was wonderful. Lina was blushing, trying clearly to wrap her mind around all this.
“Kill death for you. Swim through a lake of slugs! Can I kiss your boots?”
“That's...nice. Wait. What was that last thing?”
Gourry started to kiss her legs through her leggings and make her screech. Still, Amelia couldn't look away. They were so perfect for each other. She couldn't believe they were finally getting together!
“Miss Amelia! Help me!”
“Oh, Miss Filia. Don't deny me.” Xellos' nasally voice sounded so wrong when it was deep and throaty.
“Oh my god.”
“Miss Filia. We both know this has been a long time coming. Please. When you grab for your mace and show off that length of leg? We both know what that meant.”
“What?” The dragon's voice was cracking. “What are you talking about?”
“That garter belt. The priestess look. That hat. How that hat has driven me insane.”
“You've definitely lost your mind!”
“The blonde hair. Like my Master. Just like it. Like...my mother.”
“Eeeeewww.I...that's so disturbing. Even for you.”
“The big saintly eyes. You have the most perfect eyes. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
“I like how tall you are too. And that chest! Nothing like Lina!”
Several feet away, Gourry threw in a, “I know right!”
“Shut up!”
“Stop looking at my chest!”
“That nice ass, not all scrawny at all.”
Filia sputtered. “You would know all about scrawny butts!”
“The avoidance of curses. Such a good girl. That tail too. Love that tail. That ribbon. The things I want to do to that tail and ribbon.”
“...I should never have agreed to come with you all.”
“Missus Filia, you're so angry. So passionate.”
“What, I'm not married.”
“No, but it turns me on to think about you married to some old high dragon lord. Me seducing the young wife. With her hat and ribbons. Steal you away from your husband, have you gasping my name.”
“You have a, a c-cuckold fetish. And a priestess one. And...a ribbon and hat one. I. I just don't want to know this. How can I go on living with knowing that?”
“You look so pretty when you're distraught. I, I want to sing to you. Like. Serenade. To your pointed adorable sexy elfish ears. With those weird balls you keep tea in.” Then he giggled.
“This is Hell. Isn't it?”
“When I get you allloooooone, when I get you alooone--”
“--I definitely want to sing to you.”
Amelia jumped literally a foot into the air at the voice in her ears.
Oh. Oh. Mister Zelgadiss.
Oh god, Mister Zelgadiss! What had that stuff done to him? His expression was not unlike Xellos', and though she'd wanted for some time for him to look at her like that, it was...not nice. The dark eyes nearly black and seemed unable to focus anywhere but on her.
“H-hi Mister Zelgadiss.”
“Hello, princess.”
“Uuuh. Hello.”
“Where's your tiara?”
“I. I don't know.”
“I like it when you wear it.”
“That's n-nice.”
The chimera leaned forward to kiss her knuckles, making her squeak when she felt a wet tongue lap against the skin. She wanted to punch him, but, well, it was nice to know he liked her at all. So often he was cold and seemingly uncaring, even when she would wear one of her more revealing outfit. Gourry certainly showed more attention to Lina than that. So did Xellos when it came to Filia, even setting aside what he'd revealed today.
Too late she realized she'd been backed against the wall. It felt solid and heavy and inescapable. Zelgadiss was still lapping at her fingers, pulling one after another into his mouth to suck on.
Not even Gourry had done that much to Lina.
...Though the blonde man was taking off her boots and belt at the moment.
She could feel the tips of his sharp incisors against her nails, scraping so lightly. “Mister Zelgadiss. Stop this!”
His tongue was running down her wrist, lapping over her pulse point. “You've no idea how long I've been wanting to do this.”
“...really?”
“Mmm, oh yes.”
“For how long?”
He was making his way up her forearm, biting the inside of her elbow. “Mm. So long.”
“But, the exactly amount would be...? A few months?”
“You taste even better than I thought you would.”
“Er. Thank you. But for how long have you been thinking about, about 'tasting' me?”
“Forever. Night and day. Nights, in particular. All alone. Trying to concentrate on books rather than think about having you in my bed. Or me in your bed.”
There was silence as Amelia tried to think on that, and deal with Zelgadiss biting her shoulder.
“Oh, Gourry,” Lina muttered. “Jeez. Those abs.”
“Want to lick jelly off 'em?”
“I...How did you know that?”
Amelia didn't dare look.
The blue-skinned man was nearly poking her with his hair. “You like this?”
“Uh. It's not unpleasant.”
“You want me to do some more of this?”
Okay, oh god, he was grabbing her waist and starting to try and kiss her breasts through her tunic.

“Mister Zelgadiss?!”
“Mm. So, so nice. Nothing at all like Lina.”
“Definitely!” Gourry pipped in with, getting what sounded like a punch to the throat for it. “Uguh. Ugh. Do that again!”
When he finally kissed her, he was all passion and tongue and no real skill. Nothing at all in any way what she'd thought their first kiss would be like. It made her close her eyes, and imagine what it would be like if she'd actually given his unconscious, damp form CPR. Probably less tongue, but the same amount of actual lip motion.
She had to use all her strength to pull away and catch a full breath. And wipe her chin.
“Waited so very, very long for that. You're so soft, even I can feel it.” He was peeling off his gloves, showing off the ridiculously graceful hands.
“C'mere, princess. I'm the dark sorcerer and swordsman whose here to steal you away.”
Amelia winced, actually feeling a little embarrassed for him.
“Mm.” Zelgadiss started kissing her chest, nuzzling her hair very gently. Something that made her melt for him and forgive every bad thing he'd done, the kidnapping her and almost killing Lina and being rude to Sylphiel after her father and hometown had been destroyed, the times he'd pretended to simply not know her in public as in 'who's that crazy girl on that statue' 'no idea', the time he'd hit her for not thinking someone was bad because they wore white, that time she'd been fighting bandits and had interrupted her right in the middle of a new, awesome speech, refusing to look at her when she would ask his opinion on a dress, turning over their chess board because she was winning, shooting her in a cannon, not taking her chocolates during the holiday Saillune had created for friends and lovers to show appreciation until she'd been nearly in tears, once getting drunk and falling on her before nearly throwing up on her, when she'd accidentally cuddled up to him for warmth while camping only to be awakened by him freaking out and shoving her nearly into the fire, the way he'd given an appreciative, speculative look to the vividly, horribly accurate painting of her older sister before asking Amelia where she was anyway, a blush darkening his face.
To say nothing of when she would try to be nice and compliment him, or even spend time alone with him only to be dismissed with a cold look.
How he'd never apologized for any of that.
“You like that?”
“...I don't know anymore.”
“Hmmm, have to change that.” Sharp teeth bit down so gently on her chin that she started to stammer. “Make you glad I kidnapped you.”
“Oh. Mister Zelgadiss.” She patted his back, and consoling herself that he was still more normal than the other guys.
“So hot when you say that.” Something very warm and and hard poked into her leg. Her eyes grew twice as large as they normally were. “Say it again.”
“Uh. Mister Zelgadiss?”
“Mmm, yes, princess. Do it again. Gods, I wish you were wearing your crown. And waving that scepter around. Ordering me to lick you. Just raise up those stupid frilly dresses and kiss you.
“I'm so hard. Touch me. Please? Please? You see how you make the mysterious dark swordsman/sorcerer plead?"
She did so, out of curiosity more than his sad eyes. After all, who knew when she would get this chance again. “Wow. You're really stiff everywhere. Is that...are there pebbles down there too?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Huh.”
There was silence from him besides the occasional muffled moan, and she could hear Gourry begging Lina to bite and scratch him some more. And Filia admitting, yeah, okay, maybe I was curious about kissing you, like, how bad it would be and Xellos going “I KNEW IT!”
“Please, Amelia, let me taste you.”
“What? I thought you said you already did, and I lived past expectations.”
He was undoing and tossing away her belt, pulling up her shirt, touching her stomach. “Elsewhere.”
“Where?”
“Mmm, you know where.”
“No. I don't.”
When he fell to his knees and shoved his face into her crotch, she caught on.
“Woooww.”
“Oh, and don't tell your father I did any of this.”
“This is, really, this is moving very fast. Can't we hold hands first?”
“Everyone else is doing this.”
“Not. Not this.”
Gourry was naked and trying to get a wary Lina to jump on him, like, hang off him, while she just looked at him half-undressed and arms crossed. And Filia was wearing a dead face and actually holding Xellos' hand while he oh boy, was touching himself, as in had himself out of his pants and was panting and whispering things in the dragon's long pointed ears that made her shudder in clear revulsion.
“Mister Zelgadiss, you are no longer allowed to call yourself a freak. Especially call yourself our 'personal freak show.' No longer will I stand for that slander."
“Oh, I know.”
The feeling of tongue against such a vulnerable part of her made her jump.
“You know,” Xellos sounded as conversational as ever. “Shouldn't this be a full out orgy?”
“Oh ugh god.” Another shudder worked through Filia, who tried to pull her hand away from the purple-haired Mazoku, to no avail. “I'm not entirely sure what that is, but I know I don't want it.”
“Filia. Miss Filia. You're so preciously naïve.”
“An orgy's where a bunch of people make love.”
Everyone stopped to look at Amelia.
“What? I'm not saying I want one.”
Lina shook her head. “I'm disappointed with all of you.”
“Why are you complaining? You finally are getting to have sex with Gourry?” The blonde dragon sounded incredibly bitter.
“Whhhaaat? Are you saying you want Gourry, too?” There was a hideous glare aimed at the priestess.
“No. But you can't deny you got the better end of the deal here.”
The dragon-spooker barely glanced at Xellos before nodding, yeah. Sorry.
“Aah.” It was becoming increasingly hard to listen to them as Zelgadiss slid his tongue around further, really trying to taste her better. She couldn't even hold his head without pricking her fingers, and ended up balling her hands into firsts and making little whimpering noises when he pushed into her more.
“Now, Miss Filia. Insults on my manly pride only turn me on further.”
Filia made a sound like she was about to start sobbing. “I'm a nice person. I follow rules. I don't even litter! I do charity work! And this is my reward?! To be stuck in a cave, in an 'orgy' with you all!? To have to touch that Mazoku?”
“Go on about how much you hate me. About my flat ass. My haircut. You want to touch it?”
“Touch wha--No! No I don't! Were you even listening?”
“A little,” he admitted.
“I'm a mother--!”
“Hehe, a mother. Yeah, one I'd like to fool around with.”
“I...what? I'm a mother! I used to be a priestess!”
“Used to be. Until I seduced you away.” Xellos was all smugness.
“You did not! They were hypocrites who didn't--”
“Pleasure you like I did?” He nearly purred the words while Filia began dry heaving.
“Please, tell me all about you earlier sex exploits. I want to hear all the details.”
“There are none,” she said, depressed. “This is...you're the closest I've had to a lover. Oh. Oh gods.”
“That's hot too. I can work with that. The sweet virginal priestess I've corrupted.”
Then she really did begin to cry, and the only person to attempt to comfort her was Xellos. “Come here. Can I offer you a hug? A lap to sit on?”
“Oh, stop it. Stop kissing me. Just...stop it. Hmmm.”
“Mmm.”
“Xellos,” her voice was muffled. “Why do I get this feeling you planned all this?”
“Gourry, just, stop it, just stand still. Why can't you do what Zelgadiss is doing, keeping quiet?”
“You want me to do that? I can do that.”
“....eh. I guess you can.”
“Suuure. Now. Pull my hair.”
Lina sighed for a long time. “I don't know if I can punish you the same way ever again.”
“Zelgadiss! Zelgadiss! What, what are you doing, don't just stop like that!”
“Not 'Zelgadiss'. Mysterious dark swordsman/sorcerer! Mysterious dark swordsman/sorcerer!”
“...Can't wait to punish the person responsible for this.”
“...Never stepping foot in a dungeon without some kind of canary, from now on.”
“...can't even enjoy cotton candy again without thinking of this awful night. Strawberries, forever ruined.”
“...Well, if this helps you, I guess I can do that...”
“...Guess I have to make you feel better. It would be unjust to leave you like this...”
“...I'm a good person. Even if you're you. I have a duty to care for others health. Besides, you can't go in public like this. Bad enough you already do so with that haircut.”
“...Filia?”
“What is it, Xellos? And give me back my hat.”
“Can you turn into a dragon for me?”
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Best Rave Ever	By : ThePhizz Category: +S to Z > Slayers Views: 2052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Best Rave Ever