[wanwan1203]

Originally Posted by Allquall

There are stories that shouldn’t be written, and then there are the stories that REALLY shouldn’t be written but are anyway. Take a quick guess as to which one this is.

Oh yeah, Wanwan, it's THAT one.

Spoiler for The TSAB Brigade:

Kyon could hear the screams of torment from down the hall. He sighed in his futility as he opened the door under the sign that read “Literature Club. His eyes immediately widened at what greeted him when he walked in.

“Kyon-kun!” Mikuru tearfully begged, “Help!”

Kyon gasped at the skin-tight, flesh-colored leotard that the cute, little time traveler was wearing. He had to take a double take because she looked naked at first glance. The girl on top of her had an outrageous outfit of blue and white robes with a very short skirt and a ridiculously long wig pulled up in a lopsided ponytail.

“What the hell is going on, Koizumi?” Kyon asked the smiling esper who looked rather butch in his outfit of black and gray with his hair dyed black.

“Suzumiya-san marathoned all three seasons of Mahou Shojo Lyrical Nanoha over the weekend. So it seems that it is magical girl dress up week,” the esper replied.

Kyon rubbed his forehead and sighed, and then he sat across from Koizumi and made the first move of their usual game.

“Kyon! Why aren’t you in costume?” shouted the Brigade Leader.

“I don’t see Yuki dressed in an outfit!” Kyon snarled back.

“She is, dumbshit! She’s Raising Heart!”

Yuki held up a small red pendant that was tied around her neck while still reading the book in her other hand.

“Ready…Standby…Set up…” said Yuki quietly and without emotion.

Haruhi did a little twirl at the phrase.

“Itsuki is Chrono Harlaown,” continued Haruhi.

“Shouldn’t I be Chrono?” asked a perplexed Kyon.

“Why?”

Kyon shrugged. He hadn’t seen the show but somehow felt linked to Chrono.

“What the hell is Asahina then?” he asked while pointing to the weeping pile of person in the corner.

Haruhi grinned evilly, “She’s Nanoha in mid-transform sequence. Watch!”

Kyon watched at Haruhi pulled two long sticks out of a small box and handed them to Asahina.

“Are you insane?” yelled Kyon comprehending what was going on, “You can’t light sparklers inside of the school!!”

But it was too late. Asahina screamed as Haruhi forced her to hold the spouting sparklers while spinning around. Haruhi sang the transformation music, and the screams and the singing echoed across the school campus. After a minute, the flames died out, and Asahina returned to being a quivering mass of humanity in the corner of the clubroom.

“Kyon! What are you waiting for, retard? Get your costume on.”

Kyon knew better than to fight her when she was like this, but a vein popped out of his head when he looked at the costume waiting for him behind the changing screen.

“I’m not wearing this!”

“Shut up and put it on!” commanded the SOS Brigade leader.
“Shouldn’t Koizumi and I switch outfits? This is way more up his alley!” yelled Kyon.

“I wonder what he could mean by that,” smirked Itsuki while turning a page over in his GQ magazine.

“Kyon, put it on this instant or else…PUNISHMENT!”

“Gah! Fine!” Kyon said with a huff as he pulled off his uniform jacket.

A small knock at the door startled everyone.

“Come in!” yelled Haruhi.

“Just bringing a note from the student council,” said the small voice as the door opened, “Excuse the intr-OH MY GOODNESS!! NANOHA!!”

Kyon nearly dropped the wig he was putting on when he heard the sure sounds of a fangirl squeal.

“What club is this where you dress up as Nanoha?” the girl bounced happily, “Your costumes are so good! May I join? Please, may I join?”

Haruhi looked down at the girl with interest while analyzing her, “We may have a spot for you. I see a gleam of it in your eyes, but I must first test it to be sure.”

“Huh?” the small girl said with confusion on her face.

“What’s your name?”

“Wanwan.”

“Well, Wanwan-chan, what do you see?”

Haruhi picked up sniveling Asahina and held her in front of the girl. Wanwan’s eyes never made it to Asahina’s face, because they were distracted by two large-

“Tracts of land…er…BEWBS!” drooled Wanwan.

“I knew it!” chuckled Haruhi triumphantly, “You’re a pervert!”

“I’m…I’m…not a pervert,” stuttered Wanwan.

But her pleas were lost on Haruhi whose hands moved to Asahina’s breasts.

“They’re really soft and frickin’ huge!” commented Haruhi as she groped two handfuls from the screaming girl.

“Gaaaaaaaaaaa….” Wanwan tried to speak, but she could only gargle because of the vast amounts of drool.

“Go ahead! Feel them! You won’t believe how large they are!” Haruhi said while seizing Wanwan’s hand and jamming it onto Mikuru’s chest.

Wanwan’s eyes bulged as blood erupted from her nose.

“Heh heh heh,” chuckled Haruhi, “Not a pervert, huh? I’ve got a costume reserved for the pervert. Put this on.”

“Oh cool! I get to be Hayate!” yelled Wanwan in excitement.

“Are you done yet, Kyon?” yelled Haruhi, “Wanwan needs to change.”

An audible sigh came from behind changing screen as Kyon stepped from behind it. Wanwan gasped.

“Crossplay Fate?” she yelped while looking at the hairy legs descending from the short black skirt.

The long blond wig pulled up into pigtails did nothing to hide Kyon’s embarrassment as he folded his arms under the while cape.

“Heh heh,” grinned Haruhi-Nanoha as she walked toward the scowling Kyon-Fate, “Nope, Wanwan, this is not Crossplay Fate.”

“Huh?” gasped the confused Wanwan.

Haruhi quickly grabbed the short skirt before Kyon had any time to react and pulled it up to his belly button and exposing his nether-regions for all the clubroom to see.

“It’s Futa-Fate!” Haruhi declared.

A flood of nose blood broke the clubroom door off of its hinges, and it floated out into the hallway.

gahhhhhhhhhh you actually wrote it!!! *flails* b-but the last part.. o//////o oh the last part... *mental image commence* ....

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*faints*