Triple Threat

Disclaimer: I’m MISOGIRL!!!! Not Daisuke Moriyama. . . as ususal. . . weeping, weeping.

Author’s Note: Here’s Chapter two. Some crazy lyao(laugh your ass off) kind of stuff. If it looks like I’m a bit rushed or scattered brained here . . . it’s mostly due to that I have three other stories going at the same time.


Anglebreed2121: YA! More funnies.
MisoGirl: Okay . . .
Shader: I’m in SV! Read that one. MG’s in it too! She’s the kitsune!
AB2121: I want to go on a murderess rump. (pouts)
MG: O_o . . . hmmm–kay. Here’s a rusty crowbar. (Hands over the crowbar)
S: Write the next chapter of SV right now.
MG: Would you fell better if I told you your in Broken Links?
S: Who cares about that? No one read BL yet.
AB2121: (beating dead bodies with the crowbar)
MG: You can’t kill what’s already dead child!
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Triple Threat
Chapter Two
Three’s a Crowd

The pen in her hand crumbled under its vice grip. Her eye twitched as her mouth gaped open at the triplets before her. Two of which were standing and the other was on the couch nursing Father Remington’s broken nose. Kate glared at the one who was obviously discarded her girdle. She shook slightly in her set as she took a deep breath. “Now . . .” Kate said softly but tensely. “Can anyone tell me how this happened?”
Everyone that was in front of her desk exchanged looks. The one next to Remington hopped up to her feet like a child. “The demon was out of the store and braking things up when I–” the girl stopped in mid sentence and glazed at her other two counter parts. “We! Well it was I at the time but not really me!! GAH!” The girl began to wave her arms around and scream at the same time.
THUNK
Kate’s fountain pen shot itself into the girl’s forehead. Blood and black ink drizzled down. Wide teary periwinkle eyes looked out shocked and confused at the one who tossed it. The hand dropped and narrow dark ocean depths shimmering with annoyance. She shrank her upper body as a river of tears came. Her arms came together and her mouth began to nibble on her thumb. “Y–your so–soo mean.” The wimp whimpered.
“Next time I’ll use bullets.” The bully hissed coldly as a curd smile crawled onto her face. All of the rooms occupants stared at the strange scene before them.
Chrono was the most confused, because it looked like he was being dragged through the halls. If fact he was. One of the Rosettes was pulling him away from Sister Kate’s office. She moved quickly through to building and across the courtyard. Then they were in the church and were making a beam–line for the confessionals. He couldn’t say anything, his voice was trapped in his chest.
She swung open the door and gently tossed him inside. He stumbled and fell on the set. “Rosette!” He found his voice again and spun around to face her. “What do you think you’re doing! Rosette is killing Rosette back there!!” He waved his arms around.
She pointed to her lips and look upwards. “Could that be considered suicide?” The woman asked whimsically.
The violet haired devil opened his mouth to reason with her but her mouth was on his before she could say anything. She kissed him deeply and with her mouth open. He felt her tongue lick his fangs playfully before she brock the sudden kiss. Her eye were half closed half open so that her eyelashes created erotic shadows in them.
He gaped open mouthed and he could taste her breath when she spoke. “Now, what’s that look for.” She whispered seductively. “We were interrupted last time . . . weren’t we?” The seducing lulu kissed him again and this time he returned it. He felt her tongue begging his the play and taste her. The demon complied, wrapping and swirling his clapper around hers. Chrono didn’t know he hade a weakness to wards something like this.
His legs cave out slightly and he plopped down on to the small seat in the confessional. He brought his arms around her slim but full frame. The demon placed one of his hands at the nap of her neck and gently squeezed. The other traveled lightly down her curvy silhouette to her thigh. The skin there always peeked out over ther stockings and behind the skirt’s slit, and always taunted and teased him with short little glances. He moved his hand under the skirt to the back and pulled her closer to him.
Author’s Note: lime ends here and lemon begins. So if you don’t want to read it, skip this part.
The golden lulu tried to pull back, but the demon growled and pulled her back to him, crashed his mouth over hers. She pulled back again, more gently this time. He growled again and tried to kiss her again, wanting, needing to dominate her. The woman gently placed her warm finger on his bottom lip. “I’m not going anywhere.” She hummed.
Her fingers made quick work of his jacket and she slid it off his shoulders. The woman began to undo his shirt with one hand wile the other worked on her’s. with their chests bear to the cool air she gently ran her hands over his and press her thumbs over his nipples. He hissed out aggravated and shot his hand to her hips and began to pull off her bloomers. Her hands were quickly over his in a heart beat. “Coll it mister.” She giggled.
“Now.” He growled and tugged on her underwear.
“Thought you were supposed to leave the best for last . . .” The young lulu whispered in his ear.
“No. Now.”
“Soon. Baby. Real soon.” She cooed sweetly.
“NOW!” He roared as he pulled the bloomers down to her knees. The devil quickly move the front flap of her skirt aside.
She quickly put a hand on the one that was grasping her skirt. “Alright. Alright.” The girl cooed again. “Just let me get better acquainted with him.” She moaned as her hand moved on his crotch. He quivered and his fingers slacked under her touch. The seductive angel dropped to her knees before him. Slowly she unzipped his shorts and his demon was freed.
She ‘ooo’ed at it as his member throbbed for her attention. Her warmed tongue gently licked the base as she scooched closer. The woman kissed and licked up n’ down his shaft, surprised by it’s warmth. She moved to the other side and gave it the same attention.
He growled and balled his fist on her soft, round shoulders. She jumped a bit at the sudden presser and took it as a sign to hurry up. The woman moved to his tip and sweetly kissed it. She smiled as she heard a purring moan escaped his lips. The girl answered that by pulling the head into her mouth and sucked hard.
His glowing crimson blood eyes snapped open. This was torture how she treating his little demon. Chrono hands fisted in her hair and pulled her down his shaft, as his hip arched up to her. He repeated this action harsher and faster with each pass. His head fell back as his eyes rolled up into his skull. Roars of triumph and ecstasy echoed in the small booth.
Rosette struggled and fought it get free. She pulled his fist out of her hair and released her throat from his thrusts. He growled and glared down at her as she coughed painfully. She looked up at him with watery eyes. “Kurono . . . that hurt.” The woman said with a pout in her voice. “If that’s what you wonted . . .” She continued. “ . . . you should of told me.” The lulu said in a erotic tone.
She moved closer and position her head so it wouldn’t tare her pharynx. Her mouth quickly dove down his phallus’ shaft. The woman bobbed her head to a far more evan and smoother rhythm than his, but still hade the same effect. She stopped at the base and started suckling as she moved the flat of her tongue in circles on the underside of his shaft. Then she pulled back up, sucking harder as she went and her tongue squeezed and crest along the way.
This made him buckled forwards and his bowels to boil over. She did this action with every bob her head took. He ran his fingers through her hair, gingerly holding her and letting her move on her own. The demon found himself moaning out his approval and begging her to do more to him. He didn’t care how loud he was or how he humiliated the demon rase.
His nose twitch.
That scent him over the edge, as his stomach quivered. She jumped back as a sudden rush of liquid filled her mouth. His loins weren’t done yet and his seed spilled all over her face and bust.
He could smell her flower building up nectar for their next action.
Or it would of been, if the door didn’t slammed open just then. The gaping mouths of Ewan, Kate and an female trainee as the other two Rosettes reacted defiantly. The more aggressive Rosette vain popped and showed her teeth, as the childish Rosette gasped and hid her face behind her hands as she turned away.
The little demon shrank and wished for the sweet release of death as the head Sister’ and Remington’s racooned eyes looked onto his.
Author’s Note: Kinda ended some where back there . . .
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After that Chrono was separated from the Adulteress Rosette. They were banded to go anywhere alone together. Far too much news spread than the Sister Kate wanted. Everyone knew there was now three Rosettes at the convent. One of which was an adulteress whore, but it was soon found out that she may be a flirt and tease she only hade eyes for one man . . . demon. Some men tied to move in on her but most of them ended up with the wrong one, some got a crying n’ wailing teenaged girl or they were rushed to the medic center because their manhood was literary hanging by a thread.
The demon sighed and leaded back on his bench. He never even dreamed of that Rosette could have this many sides of her. Especially the one that threw herself at him in sexual way at a drop of a hat. The other two he hade little contact with he could sort’a guessed they were there, the rare occasion when she let herself break down and cry, and the all too often seen destructive–self. He let out another sigh, it hadn’t been a day since his girl got split.
His eyes snapped open. Where did that came from . . .
Soft jittery murmurs had his ears pricking up. One of the Rosettes was hiding (poorly) behind a tree and looking over at him with nervous eyes. The devil guessed that this one was the more innocent and childish of the three. He put on a wide friendly smile not closing his eyes and beckoned her gently closer to him. She looked around and behind her in a paranoid manner. He chuckled to himself, the demon wasn’t use to seeing his contractor acting so cute. The demon watched her jump and slowly came closer. He leaned back forwards and rested his arms on his knees.
She fidgeted with her fingers and mumbled and squeaked under her breath as her blush spread down her neck.
He chuckled again, but kept it well in his chest. “Yes Rosette? I there something you want?”
The girl flinched like a child being dragged into trouble. She took a few deep breaths and slowly let them out, gathering her courage. The girl stopped but as soon she look at him she started up again. He just sat there waiting for her to calm herself down. The devil knew this must be due to the event earlier with him and her double in the confessional. She stopped again and this time she didn’t open her eyes but began to shake like a volcano about to erupt.
“WOULDYOUGOOUTWITHME?!!” She said like a gust of wind that shot out of her mouth instead of lava.
“Ummm . . .” His hair fell back down from being thrown out behind him. He blinked once and twice clearly astounded that she could summon that much strength. “Could you repeat that?”
“W–Well I asked Sister Kate if I could go out shopping for a little wile, and she said that I–I was–was–was the b–best behaved one of–of th–th–the three, that and I should have an escort with me and if you don’t want to go with me, th–th–that’s Jake, I’ll ask Farther R–Remington if he’s not bissy if he would like to go with me–!” She jammed her stammering mouth shut when he raised his hand.
So . . . she wants to go shopping. He sighed in his mind. The devil looked back at one of the split contractor’s parts and saw her face was red and she was sweating bullets. “Silly girl. Of–corse I’ll go with you.” His smile broaden as she perked up with an adorable smile on her face. “So did Sister Kate give you money?”
“Nope! Grandpa did.” She yipped joyfully. His slaked open as his eyes blink owlishly. “Sister Kate and Grandpa were talking when I came and asked to go shopping.” She skipped ahead leaving his asking himself who the hell is this Grandpa man was.
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She parked the car in front of a breakfast café. He felt a little sorry for his brethren being frozen in the icicles forming in hell. Rosette actually drove slowly and carefully! So slowly and carefully that other drives were honking for her to hurry up.
The girl hopped out of the jalopy and spun around to face his shocked and gaping face. “Come on Kurono! Hurry up.” The blond squeaked happily as the bright autumn sun gave her a glowing halo. She pronounced his name just like the other Rosette did to seduce him but this one was more chipper and sweet than the other was, so it did nothing to his limbedo.
He got out and soon fallowed her short quick skipping like steps. Her eyes glittered at variety of the stores, from thrift second hand stores to clothing to trinkets to sweets shops. The girl suddenly stopped and back stepped, then took a turn and entered a dress store. Chrono fallowed her in wondering what caught her eye.
“It’s like a princess dress . . .” He heard her awe. She was over by the ‘al-ready-been-worn sales’ racks. A chary pink gown jumped out at him. It did look like a dress a princess wore in a fairy tale. It was strapless with a red butterfly lace along the top. The dress was simple and elegant at the same time. He pictured Rosette in it and a deep red blush formed on his cheeks.
The demon looked over at his innocent contractor seeing the shimmer of want on her eyes. He smiled gently and talked smoothly. “You wanna try it on?”
“You mean I can?” She squeaked joyfully just like a child would. He nodded his head and she squealed again. The girl hurried past the dress Chrono ogled and grabbed another then preceded off to the dressing rooms. He sighed to himself and walked over to the dress he stared at. It would of look good on any girl, but on Rosette . . . she would of been the bell of the ball. He took a look at the price tag and read the add on it.
‘Bey 2 dresses Get the matching pairs of shoes/bags 4 FREE!’
The devil blinked at the handwritten add and saw the slashed prices. It was slashed five to six times and it was now twelve clams. Still a bit pricy but not as nearly as when it first started.
Then a thought popped itself into the devil’s head. If all three Rosettes wore different clothes, then the order members would have to wait for their actions the find out which Rosette they were talking too. If they knew who was who then they will be less emotional break downs and less men in the hospital wing.
He took the dress down from the rack and walked over to the still changing Rosette. He leaned on the wall and wait a little bit longer for her. She hopped out of her booth and sung around in front of the mirror. She had on a pearl pink dress that reminded him of the old french use to wear. This one just had a shorter skirt the ended just above the knee. It also hade a V neck line with the fabric cris–crossing over the stomach. “How do I look Chrono?” She looked over her shoulder at him, her hair waving like a curtain with her nun’s navy blue headdress off.
“Well . . . I guess I have to call you princess Rosette now.” He mused. The demon hade to suppress a laugh when she hopped up and down.
She skipped over to him and saw the gown he was holding. “Kurono? What’s that for?” The girl ask pointing at the dress folded over his arm.
“Well the tag said if you bey two dresses you get the matching shoes or bag for free . . .” He said now wondering how much money ‘Grandpa’ gave her.
The girl leaned down and forwards into his field of vison. “And you think I would look pretty in this?”
“Rosette . . . I think you’ll look beautiful no matter what dress your in.” The lilac haired demon sighed, felling a bit dirty flirting with the child side of his contractor.
She blushed and ran back into the change room. The girl came back out in her exorcist uniform on and the dress on the it’s hook poorly. A little flustered, she began to walk briskly to the cashier but the little demon stepped in front of her. “You have to try on the other dress on silly.” He smiled and raised the chary colored one up to her. The girl nodded and took the dress he pick out as he took the one she pick out.
She stepped back out quicker this time, and when he saw her his breath hitched in his throat. In the dress she chose she was sweetly cute with a little bit of maturity, but in this deep fuschia gown she gave off this innocent maturity of a newly blossom woman. The girl muttered that it fits her and stepped back into the changing room. She came out in her usual attire with her face in a new shad if pink.
They went to the cashier’s desk and gently lay the dresses down on it. An older woman came up wearing a pair of ‘cat’s eyes’ framed glasses. She lifted her thin pointy nose at the sight of the exorcist and strange child. The cashier took the gowns off their hooks, avoiding touching them as if they were soaked in urine. She quickly folded them and stuffed them into boxes, then wiped her hands with a damp cloth. The elderly woman rung up the prices and snootily said “That’ll be twenty–two dollars and twenty–five cents.”
Rosette rummaged through her back pocket and pulled out an old leather man’s wallet. She pulled out a few bills and handed them to the lady. The woman took them, avoiding touching the girl’s bare hands. Chrono’s eye twitched at the poor customer’s service they received. The woman finished counting the money and opened the cash register and it made the cliche chime. “You change is two dollars and seventy–five cents.” The woman handed the money over and let her long spider legs like fingernails drop it into the girl’s hand.
Chrono grabbed her hand and started to the door, not wanting his beloved contractor be looked down upon. The girl pull against his hold and turned back to the rude woman. “Excuse me, Miss?” The addressed woman’s eye shot sharply to the girl. “The tags said I get a pair of free shoes . . . or something.” Rosette shuffled her feet as if she was the one acting badly.
The cashier looked at the tags she tore off earlier. “Yes. You get the matching shoes or bag to each of the dresses you just bought.” She said as a vain throbbed on her large forehead. “Which would you like? The shoes or the bags madam?”
The girl thought for a moment. “The shoes I guess . . .” She said softly.
The woman went into the back room and came back out carrying two shoe boxes. “This one goes with the ocean pink dress . . .” The old lady said handing over the larger of the two boxes. “ . . . and this one goes with the fuschia flower dress.” The smaller box was practically thrown at the shocked girl. “Enjoy your day.” The woman snapped slightly and stormed off.
Chrono did the same, dragging an over loaded and softly whimpering Rosette behind him. He turned around and saw through the boxes her shoulders trembled as tears slid down her red cheeks. He touched her hip softly and squeezed her hand gently. She pulled her hand free of his and rubbed at her eyes. “Chrono? Am I a bad girl?”
His eyebrows shot up surprised. “No! No. You are not a bad girl. Don’t let that Dumb Dora Mrs. Grundy get to you.” He cooed softly. “You’re the sweetest girl here.”
“Really?” She asked wiping the tears off of her red face.
The devil just smiled and nodded his head once. She finished wiping her wet face and took a deep breath. He reached out to the boxes as he saw her struggled with them. “Here. Let me carry those for you.”
“No!” She pull the boxes out of his reach sharply. “They’re my things so it’s only right for me to carry them.” Chrono blink not believing what he just heard. The little demon was just so use to being her pack mule that it stuck a cord inside him.
His hand reach for the boxes on it’s own. “But you can’t carry those and shop at the same time.”
The girl seemed to ponder that for a moment. “Well your right.” She sighed, but still pull the boxes out of his reach. “We’ll put them on the car for now.” Then she turned toward the jalopy and skipped off.
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The rest of the shopping trip was mostly spent on window shopping. The Childish Rosette bought a package of hair ribbons and hair clips, flower accessories for the hair, arms, and other parts of the body. She also got a new comb for herself, and assortment of gloves from wrist length to opera length. All the wile she carried her own bags. Before they went home they went into a sweet shop. She got a large box of miniature cakes and got some free fudge form the porcupine that was flirting with her. She also got two all day suckers for them. As she gave Chrono his, she said it was a thank you for being her jazzbo escort.
His cheeks were still red as he stepped out slurping at his huge lollipop. He saw her skipped off to wards the Elder’s hut. “Here’s you r money back Grandpa!” The demon hurried his footsteps and turned the corner. She handed the wallet she used all day over to the Elder. The old man patted her head and thanked her for returning his wallet. She smiled cutely and skipped back to the vehicle.
The demon watched her go and walked up to the elderly man. “Well at least you acknowledging your old enough to be her Grandfather.” The purpled haired devil said through his sugary snack.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” The man’s wrinkled face frowned. “She’s still the little sheba berries just like before . . . but I like my women to have a little kick to them.” He smiled pervertly.
The little devil sighed to himself, and left the old man to his work . . . or perverted thoughts. He decided to listen to the chore practice and do some yard-work before super. Well at least he was, until a group of young apprentice boys shot past him.
“Man! She’s crazy!”
“She’s gona to kill us!”
“It’s her fault! She shouldn’t be wearing that in the first place!”
The demon’s ears drooped with a thousand questions bussing in his head. He turned the corner and soon he felt like running too. One of the trio of Rosettes was seething with rage. Her periwinkle eyes burned as her face was a boiling crimson. At the sight the demon quickly drew up the conclusion that she was the aggressor of the three.
His blood red eyes blink feverishly at was they saw her wearing. “Ummm . . . Rosette? Why are you wearing the man’s uniform?” He asked slowly.
She focused her pin prick glare on him. “Why shouldn’t I?” She hissed through her snarling teeth. “It’s because I’m a girl, isn’t it?” She jabbed a finger on his chest that felt more like a knife that an digit.
“Well it is a rule . . .” He squeaked as he sweat like a Easter ham.
Her eyes narrowed as her eyebrow twitched. “Your just like the rest of them . . . aren’t you?!” She leaned forwards so that her face you just a breath away. “You think just because I’m a girl I should only wear stupid frilly dresses and lay flat on my back squeezing out babies, cook three gourmet meals a day, clean a fifty rooms to a shine, wile looking beautiful like a fairy fucking princess, and do it all with a smile. Don’t you?” She said slow and steadily.
He took a deep gulp of saliva as he cringed under her heated stare. “N–no! I just thought it was a rule.” He began to shake as she lean closer to him and he nearly dropped his sucker. “B–BUT I think it should be Okay! I–I mean it’s not that big of a deal . . .”
The woman narrowed her eyes more and lean forwards more, making Chrono rocking on his heals. “If it’s not a ‘big deal’ why did you tell me to wear some stupid girly dress then?”
He blinked once, then twice, and soon his own temper began to flare up. “I didn’t say that! I just asked you why you’re wearing that. More importantly were did you get it!” The lavender haired demon hissed back. “You can only get that in the male’s dormitory, where women aren’t aloud!”
She rocked back on her heels and smiled mischievously. “Not in the laundry room.” The girl stretched her arms over her head. “I didn’t know men’s clothes were so comfy.” She smiled at first then scowled. “Why is that? Why are women’s clothes seem to suffocate it’s wearer. I mean, how come women should squeeze into dresses that mush the boobs together and tighten the girdles that suck the air right out of them, when men get to feel fine n’ dandy all day like they’re strutting around nude?” The ranting female blinked down at him and shot her index finger at him. “If you’re thinking about cross-dressing Chrono, don’t. Stick to your own trousers. NOW! Where are those brats that groped me. They have a slow and painful death coming to them.” Rosette quitly brushed her hands off and briskly walked passed the stunned demon.
The young, crimson eyed, royal rich purple haired demon stood there like a statue. His glazed unblinking eye stared at the vacant air before him. Quit like a turtle he popped the large sucker into his mouth. The demon squeezed his eyes shut and attempted to convince himself he was at a amusement park watching a clown making balloon puppets.
Ewan rested his head against the window in the head office. He gently ghost his feigners over the bandage on his nose that the extremely innocent Rosette placed there. The injury throbbed lightly as he remember how aggressive Rosette the tornado could be. His ear picked up Sister Kate’s complaining over the adulteress action of the third Rosette and demanding more antacid tablets. The minister sighed and finally understood the phrase ‘three’s a crowd’.

FIN
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Final Thought: Okay I’m done here folks. I’m gona work on BL, (Broken Links) for a wile. Gona start SV chapter four soon. Which reminds me, I got’a get cracking on LOTS, (Land of the Sun) next chapter too! I got so much work . . . AND I got’a find a job soon too! OH and get cracking on my driving too. Not mentioning booking an appointment for my cats at the vet’s office too. Maybe I should schedule in some eating and breathing too with a possibility of sleeping too!

S: You need to get a life . . . I mean a better one.
MG: To all of thoses who are thinking of getting work at McDonald’s . . . don’t!! They treat you like crap and when they will have to give you medical they’ll fire you for no good reason!!!
AB2121: I’m too young to work fore anything other than newspaper delivery . . . that’s my story and I’m sticking with to it.
S: I’m a figment of a derange manga artist’s imagination that he put on a pace of paper that later became a world wide phonon that later became an anime.
MG: I hate you.
S: R&R!!!