Annual Generals Convention
LunarBard
Rate:PG-17 for suggestive comments
1-4-00
“Welcome one and all, to the first Annual Generals Convention. We’re here to learn more about how to be good…”
“Knock it of Nephrite! Where’s this ‘big’ convention you told us all about?” Zoisite interrupted.
“If you were listening you would know,” Nephrite said snidely.
“Come on Neph, Zoi . . . don’t fight. Nephrite was able to get a day and a night off from Beryl. Be HAPPY,” Jedite pleaded.
“Jedite’s right you two, so knock it off,” Kunzite seconded.
“Fine!” Nephrite and Zoisite said together.
Everyone sat down and just stared into the decor. They were in a huge, dome room. Not knowing what to do or say, Jedite broke the silence. “Nephrite, how you get us this time off from Queen Beryl?”
This caught the attention of Kunzite and Zoisite. They too, were wondering how he had done it. “I told her that for us to better function, we need to get together for a day or so and look through other historical generals to find out how to better serve her and the dark force. She bought it,” snickered Nephrite.
That gained laughs and snickers all around. Zoisite had fallen off Kunzite’s lap, while laughing at their gullible Queen and Jedite had started to hiccup, because he couldn’t stop laughing. Kunzite had sat their at first, trying not to laugh, but finally snickers could be heard from his direction. When they had gain some of their dignity, they began to talk freely with each other. Nephrite past around one of his best bottles of wines and Kunzite started the stereo system. As the time past, they got drunker and drunker. Finally, they were all sitting together, slightly bored when Zoisite made a suggestion. “Hey, I got the best idea! Why don’t we play a game?”
“What game, target practice on some youmas?” asked Jedite.
“No, I have a better one,” said Zoisite. “What about Twister. I heard it was a fun game from one of Nephrite’s youmas.”
“What’s Twister?” Kunzite, his mind was befuddled, 'cuz of all the wine he heads drunken.
“You’ll love it Kunzite. Just play along,” answered Nephrite. : Can we say peer pressure:
So they started to set the game up. Adding some new rules as will as getting rid of some. Zoisite, not understanding the ‘real’ rules to Twister, used the ones that the youmas were using. None of the generals wore any clothes. They used magic to spin the spinner, so no one had to sit out.
Slowly the game progressed. Jedite was on the bottom with one of his arms in between Kunzite’s legs. Zoisite was on the next layer, just above Kunzite. His lower body was facing up while his upper body (chest, shoulders and face) was facing down into his lover’s face. Kunzite and Zoisite would have been in heaven if the last general weren’t straddling over Zoisite. Nephrite was more or less laying on Zoisite and Zoisite wasn’t very receptive to that idea. : SNICKER:
“What the HELL are you doing NEPHRITE?” yelled Zoisite.
“It’s not like I planned it this way!?!” Nephrite said despondently.
The night went on and all of the generals found themselves in interesting places. “Kunzite! Watched your hands!!” squeaked Jedite. “Jedite?” “What Neph?” “Nice ass.” “ . . .”
