Right. This little tale was spawned by a discussion on the vying ML about Coran in a leather mini-skirt, which somehow led to a discussion about what Zarkon would look like in said leather mini-skirt and since I'm far less sensitive to certain images than the other members on the list, here's a little tale spawned from leather mini-skirts. Um, major warning of bizarreness and huge OOC-ness. And, um, one cuss word.

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The seventh annual "Recognition of Minor Characters who Play very Important Roles but are Never Seen" was well underway when Coran appeared. The RMCPIRNS' rented building bustled with activity as hundreds of thousands of anime and manga characters surged in and out of the doors. Tonight was the costume party and Coran was certain that he was going to win this year, having taken his costume idea from the ever popular "Rocky Horror Picture Show". The black, leather, mini-skirt rubbed against his legs as he strutted--or rather, stumbled--his way into the building on his twelve inch stiletto heels.

Nodding to old friends, Coran made his way to the bar. There were so many handsome people to choose from...the Ancient from Ronin Warriors, Sesshoumaru of Inu-Yashu fame, Principal Kuno who looked particularly resplendent in his rhinestone covered aloha shirt...

Then Coran saw something that almost made him spit out his milk. Standing there, casually chatting with Gosunkugi, was Zarkon! And he was wearing Coran's outfit!

Slamming down his glass of milk, Coran stomped over to the King of Doom, so angry that he only fell once. Fuming, corset bound chest heaving, Coran tapped Zarkon on the shoulder.

"Yes?"

"You're wearing my outfit!" Coran spluttered.

"No I'm not. You're wearing my outfit!" Zarkon replied.

Striking the now famous pose of surprised disbelief (one hand resting on a hip, the other raised to do the triple-"Z" snap) Coran shook his head. "Look, bitch, I was written into this outfit first! It's mine!"

"In your dreams! Besides, I look better in it than you do."

"Hah! You look like a bloated, blackened lizard! You don't even have a waist!"

Zarkon gave a growl of inarticulate rage and jumped Coran, instituting the sissiest cat-fight ever fought by two males in leather outfits. They rolled over and over on the floor, creating loud cries of protest form the other convention goers. However, in the midst of the cat-fight, Coran looked upon at his assailant and suddenly froze.

I never realized just how...attractive Zarkon can be in black leather...

Coran drew in a deep breath, lust levels raging. And, if the growing bulge was any indication, so was Zarkon.

"Black...leather...too sexy...Can't...resist...Staying...nearby?" Zarkon managed to gasp out, before succumbing to his lust. Coran nodded rapidly and stood, grabbing Zarkon's purple hand. The two dashed out of the building, groping each other and practically drooling in lust.

It was just another night at the RMCPIRNS seventh convention.

Keith: [looking horribly disgusted/shocked] Eww! Eww! Eww! Eww!


Lance: [pale and sickly looking] Oh God. Oh God. I'm going to be sick.


Todesengel: [sniffs in derision] Pansies.

Though this does make you wonder what exactly was in that milk Coran was drinking...

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