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Author: Ameban
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Challenge fic: Amelia sees an opportunity and grabs it. Non con or seemingly non con A->Z, accidental stimulation, begging or offering, clumsiness, and Amelia in drag, preferably in a suit. This is my answer to that request. Special thanks to Phizzy-chan for editing the text and his suggestions, as well Rowena for the suggestions. Slayers isn’t my property but Hajime Kanzaka’s, Dragon Magazine’s and Rui Araizumi’s Tokyo TV SOFTX. I just write this for fun. ***The Move.
*The Epilogue… That night, in the inn’s canteen, Gourry and Zel were drinking some alcohol as the girls had an embarrassing chat in one of their rooms; the blond swordsman was cheerful after seeing Lina and Amelia had settled their problems, and apparently Zelgadiss also should be glad because Gourry knew what Amelia had been trying to do with him. But the moody chimera was even more moody than usual and, for some reason, the innkeeper seemed to be totally freaked out by the gang. Gourry didn’t mind anything about that, it was the usual when he traveled with Lina –the “dragon spooker” after all- , so everything was ok along the food was good. But Zelgadiss’ current mood was another different matter… “What’s wrong with you today, Zel?” Asked Gourry in his usual cheerful manners, “You look totally crushed…” The Chimera groaned in disbelief. At this point everybody in the fucking town had known what had happened in the inn’s men toilet… everybody except for Gourry who remained as clueless as usual. Didn’t he see the extra-crispy soldiers? And the shouting-as-crazily-as-possible old man? It had to be that because the blonde swordsman saw how the chimera left his head hit the wooden table with a loud “thud” (almost a “Crash”) and his hair got stuck on the wood. “Zel… are you right?” he asked in concern. “Leave me the fuck alone, Gourry…” the chimera answered with muffled voice.
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