Misadventures: Another Side

Disclaimer: I don't own what's not mine and I'm not trying to make money off of this.

Yeah, another new chapter is up... and I now have my greatest idea for the next chapter. It will probably be the longest one with much more lemony goodness inside.

This is also a new pairing, one I have been wondering whether or not I should use... but I had consent and it would be a shame not to tap into it... so that sloved that problem.


Chapter 6: Company

If anyone asked about it, people would have told them it was an ordinary house in Aekea. It had all the basic comforts of a home, a kitchen to cook, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a living room. It was perfectly normal. No one would ever believe that anything interesting could happen here, in this place. Perhaps that is why Anon chose it.

Anon, the renowned genius scientist, had made his home here in this small part of Aekea, a city bustling with activity. Building an underground lab, unknown to almost everyone on Gaia, Anon began his research, working tireless hours in order to further science to it's peak. His ultimate goal is still unknown, even to the two who now work for him.

Isha, a chemical specialist, was working on her own floor, quite alone. At least, she was pretending to work. In truth, her mind was wandering off for the who knew how many times that night alone. Honestly, she had lost count. She couldn't help but think of Colette, the way her body reacted to her touch mere days ago. How her own body seemed on fire.

Isha rubbed her breast lightly through the labcoat she was wearing. She imagined Colette sitting on the very workbench that she was suppose to be working on, naked and displaying herself to Isha in all her glory. She could almost see the wetness between her legs as she spread them for Isha, the look in her eyes beging her to take her to new levels of pleasure.

"Isha."

Isha could just imagine her calling her name, in a pleading voice. Beging for her to make her climax and reach that ultimate hieght of pleasure. A plea that Isha would not dare refuse to answer, because Colette's pleasure was hers as well.

"Isha."

Yes Colette... call my name just like that. Isha thought, daring to slip her hand under the skirt she was wearing.

"Isha!"

Isha turned around, gripping her workbench with both hands. Anon was standing behind her with a clearly annoyed look on his face. At least as far as Isha could tell. Back when Snidne was her boss, one look at his eyes would give all the answers she needed. But Anon's eyes were covered with his visors. Yet she could tell that he was angry.

"What are you doing? Aren't those reports done yet?"

"Aw Anon! You scared me. I would have killed you if I had a weapon in my hand," Isha said almost too sweetly. Anon knew that all her talk was mostly just to try and get out of things. "Anyway I'm almost done I just need to-"

"Isha, I expected those reports today!" Anon said. "If your gonna keep slacking, I'm not gonna assign you a part in the Hielos Project."

Isha whinced visibly at this point. The Hielos Project, according to Anon, was one of the most important projects he had scheduled to do and because he prefered to keep it top secret, had planned on doing it alone. However, he soon realized that it would impossible without at least one of his two employers to help, and Isha readily voluteered. As such, Anon had to make sure she was at least a few weeks ahead of schedule. "Please Anon, just give me until tomarrow morning! I promise it will be ready by then!"

Anon knew that he had her pinned down on this one. "Fine, but if it's even one minute later then seven o'clock tomarrow morning, your off the Project."

Isha waited until Anon had departed into the elevator and back to his own work, before letting out a sigh and grin. In truth, she had finished the report hours ago, and thanks to her clever trick, managed a few hours of free time. With her smile stil on her face, she decided to check up on her fellow co-worker.


Meanwhile the robotics expert Manga was dealing with something of her own. She had completed her work for the day and was tinkering on what appeared to be a metal glove. Wiring of different colors were connected to various points on the glove. She started to twist a screw in here and tighten a nut there when the door opened.

"Hey, long time no see!"

Manga looked to the voice and smiled. "Hey Cross, what brings you all the way out here?"

Cross crossed the room and smiled. "Just thought I'd pop by and say hi, catch up on some old times. We haven't seen much of each other since we parted ways, right?" He looked over Manga's shoulder to see the glove on the table. "So, what's your big invention this time around?"

Manga smiled again, one that seemed to proclaim to the world just how far her mind could take her. She picked up the invention and proudly displayed it to Cross. "This is my Neuro-Glove. It connects with the nerves in her hand uses it's technology to boost up your strength with your fists! The ultimate fighting tool!"

Cross looked from Manga, who seemed to be expecting praise for her work, to the high tech glove and back again. He gave a small sigh. "Please, why would anyone need that? Besides, I'm already the best when it comes to hands on fighting. That thing is more of a weapon then an actual tool to help anyone."

At this Manga flared up. "How dare you! I will not sit by and let you insult my work and-"

"Why not a bet?" Cross interrupted, before she could go off on one of her rants. He knew Manga took great pride in her work, and though he liked to see the look on her face when she was upset, it often times had Manga trying to prove, with almost too much detail, why her work was considered genius.

"A bet? Alright then, how about this. If I can beat you with my new invention, you have to apologize."

"And what if I win?"

Manga placed the glove on her right hand before smirking. "You won't."


The elevator door opened and Isha stepped out into the hallway, skipping along at a brisk pace. She was by no means in any hurry, but she felt strangely hyper today. Well, a bit more hyper then she usually was. Opening the door that lead to the room she knew Manga often worked in, Isha ran at full speed intending to take her by surprise.

But Manga was nowhere in sight.

"Aww no fair... don't tell me she saw it coming..." She kicked at the ground, as if she was outside kicking up dirt in frustration, when she noticed a side door in the room that hadn't been closed properly. Isha decided to go and close it, and although part of her really wanted to see what sort of new toys Manga was working on, most of her knew how she would react if she caught her sneaking around here.

As she got closer to the door, she heard strange noises coming from it.

"Please... this is..."

"Come on..."

Isha looked confused. She had naturally assumed this was just some storage closet, but apparently it was a bedroom. An occupied bedroom at that. Isha was surprised that Manga had a bedroom next to her workplace, but another minute's thought made her realize why. Sometimes Isha would get a sleeping cot and sleep next to her workbench, often times because she would get some idea for a bomb in the middle of the night and not want to waste time traveling from her room to where her chemicals where.

Apparently, Manga had the same ideas.

Isha peeked into the room, seeing Cross and Manga together. Cross was holding her close to him, seemingly sucking lightly on her neck.

"Cross... you can't..."

"Oh can't I?" Cross said, with a smirk. He traced his tounge over her neck, drawing circles with it, as Manga bit back a moan of pleasure. "You never let me choose my prize for winning, so it's only fair."

Never before had Isha been so confused, yet so aroused. The sight of it was really starting to turn her on now, her mind no longer caring exactly what Cross meant by that statement. She had just discovered something she knew no one could walk away from. Then she realized, she actually DID know someone who would walk away, and she inwardly smiled at the reaction Snidne would have on his face before that moment.

"Cross... no this isn't right..."

"Manga, if you were any other woman I would have been satisified with a victory." This statement quickly caught her attention. "Your such a strong, independant person," Cross continued, rubbing her breast lightly. "That's my kind of woman. I don't want someone to submit to me with love in their eyes. I want to earn that love."

Manga tried to say something, but Cross caught her lips in a kiss. He pulled away her labcoat to reveal her tanktop and pants. He kept one hand around her waist while the other kneaded her breast through her clothes, before lifting the top up and pressing her closer to him. They broke the kiss, Manga's face blushing furiously as pulled away her top, no longer caring about it. His touch was like wildfire and she wanted it more then anything.

Casting her bra aside, Cross placed a gentle kiss on her bare breasts. Manga shivered with excitement, as she began to suckle it like a newborn child, using his tounge to stimulate it more. He rubbed her other breast, taking delight at how soft it felt, compared to the rough workout he had gotten from fighting her earlier. Manga was moaning out more, her hands around his head, holding him close.

By this time, Isha was already rubbing her breast and teasing herself, her fingers rubbing against her panties that had now become noticably wet. Watching these two go at it like this, even more so by the fact that they were being unknowningly watched by her, was starting to become less bearable. Her mind wandered to Colette again, imagining that she was doing all these things and and more to her special lover.

Cross led Manga to the bed, though it was Manga who pushed Cross down. If any thought in her mind told her this was wrong, she was surpressing it quite well. She took off his shirt, throwing it aside into some corner of the room, uncaring where it went. She then started to lick down his chest, taking pleasure in the moans Manga heard as she flicked his nipple. As she licked further down, she slid her body down against him, making sure to take off his shoes and socks. She then set to work on dragging down his pants and freeing his erection.

Taking it into her mouth, she began to suck on the head lightly, before taking more into her. Cross involuntarily bucked his hips at the contact, pushing himself further into her mouth, but Manga seemed fine by this sudden action. He began to lightly comb his hands through her hair, enjoying the feel of it. Once Manga took his erection out of her mouth though, Cross decided to take the initative.

Flipping her over quickly and suddenly he removed her own footwear and began to tug at her own pants and panties, taking them both off at the same time. Leaving her as naked as him, he began to trace patterns over her body with his tounge, going down towards her navel and back up to her breasts. As he decided to head lower, Manga spread her legs open, revealing her desire. He smiled before dipping his head down and rubbing her cilt with his tounge.

Manga's cry of pleasure rung loudly in Isha's ears, as one of her own breasts was exposed to the hot air. He pinched her nipple and twisted it desperate to release her own cry of pleasure. However, she bit it back, knowing full well that if she made a sound or some unexpected move, she would be found. Two fingers were eagerly pressing inside of her, teasing her own cilt now and again. Her own pussy ached for bliss, but she wanted to hold off for a reason.

Cross at this time had entered Manga, and was now thrusting into her heated core as if he was some primative animal, driven by lust and want. He pounded into her hard and fast, and from the sounds Manga was making, he could tell she was loving it.

"Manga... your so tight... and hot..."

"Yes... oh yess... just like that... more!"

Both of them had lost themselves to the pleasure, and were building up for the finale. Sweat rolled down their bodies as Cross' own length was swallowed by Manga's pussy. Suddenly with a cry Manga came, her own inner walls gripping against Cross' penis. The sensation was enough for him to feel his own release, his warm essance filling her up.

Isha let herself go as well, making sure to reach climax just as they did. Her own hand became covered in her sweet juices, as she gently sucked on it lightly. She pulled herself away from the sight, letting herself catch her breath as she rested against the wall.

Once they had spent themselves, Cross relaxed himself against Manga's body. "Now, aren't you glad you lost?"

Manga gave him a smirk. "No, I'm still mad. I will win next time, you'll see."

Cross laughed lightly to himself. Yes, there was that same side of Manga he always liked.

Isha walked away back out to the hallway and down the elevator. As she stepped out and headed to find some 'toys' to play with, she couldn't help but have that devilish little smile on her face as she decided that perhaps it would be best to have some company over too.