The Nippon Ichi Kink Meme

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THE NIPPON ICHI KINK MEME!
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Archive updated on 12/17/11

How it works: Anonymously post a pairing from the Nippon Ichi franchise, and a kink. ANY pairing (including crossover pairings, as long as at least one character is from an NI game!) and ANY kink is acceptable.

Examples:
-I'd like to see some hot Zetta/Salome action. No explicit

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I can't believe I'm doing this. . .

[anonymous]

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"Ugh... my head... wh-where the Hell am I?"

Zetta couldn't help but groan in annoyance as he slowly levitated off the ground in place, essentially all he could do sealed in the form of the Tome, as he looked at his surroundings.

"Weird... what am I doing back here? Last thing I remember was... some... gothic chick or something... Goddamn wannabes."

Vaguely, the details of his defeat slowly came back to him like the blurred memories of a night in a bar when you're dealing with the hangover the next morning.

"Ah... man, why the Hell do I get stuck having dreams like that? Oh well, at least it was all in my head. After all, I OBVIOUSLY can't be defeated, I mean, I'M the most BAD-ASS FREAKIN' OVERLORD IN THE COSMOS! WHAT KIND OF IDIOT WOULD THINK THEY COULD BEAT ME!? BODY OR NO BODY, I'M STILL ZETTA, DAMNIT! HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

In his own customary manner Zetta cackled in his typical masculine tone and grinned viciously, but at this point, his mind began to wander, perhaps out of boredom.

"Though, I do still need that body back, I mean, come on, I could be getting LAID or something. Seriously, I wish I was able to WALK right now!"

At this point, Zetta realizes his awkward predicament, looking around and finding that even after his boastful yelling, not a soul had appeared to do his bidding.

"...Well, looks like I'm talking to myself..." Zetta said in a sharp, aggravated tone. "When my minions get here I'm gonna give those lazy bastards hell..."

At this moment Zetta began to hear the sound of slow clapping. Condescending clapping. As most of the universe knew, being looked down on was hardly something Zetta took lying down, so naturally, his frustration peaked. He whirled around to face the source of the sound

"ALRIGHT, WISEASS, WHO THE HELL DO YO-" Zetta started to say before he stared dumbstruck at none other than the girl from his dream. "ETNA!" he screamed in outrage. How he knew the girl's name he didn't know, except he could have sworn that he had a dream just like this. 'Maybe being the sacred tome lets me see into the future!' he thought to himself triumphantly. 'Alright, I'll show HER who she's messing with!'

"Well, I have to admit..." Etna said, as she crossed her arms amusedly, "You're still just as cocky as usual even when you just got your ass kicked." She had her usual revealing leather outfit on (not that it mattered, seeing as she had little assets to show), and her reddish-violet hair was in two spiky pigtails as usual, but something seemed off. It was in her knowing smirk. That smugness. It bugged Zetta. In the back of his mind, he knew why she seemed so confident, but his pride kept him from considering the matter for a second.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, NOBODY HAS EVER BE-" Zetta stopped mid sentence as he recalls how the dream ended: with him being soundly defeated by this very woman in front of him. For the first time, Zetta found himself nervous and frightened. The woman uncrossed her arms, and casually snapped her fingers. A pair of small, penguin-creatures on peg-legs ran over carrying a good sized vat of something. Whatever it was, it had a strong odor. The kind of smell that's disgusting in its own unique way, like a cross between burnt rubber and molten plastic. Suddenly, the woman picked Zetta up and chuckled to herself. "I figured that the defeat of the "bad-ass fweakin oberlord" should be followed by the ultimate humiliation..." Zetta didn't know if he was more disgusted by her condescending tone or by how helpless he was to prove otherwise. He screamed various degrading terms to try and summon his minions (even his personal favorite, "battle monkeys"), but to no avail. Zetta's book-form bent painfully inward on itself as he was molded into a shape with some vague semblance of a cylinder and dipped into the disgusting goo. It was slick. Disgusting smell AND feeling. Suddenly, Zetta was placed well below waste level and was treated to the disturbing sight of Etna's lack of underwear... worse, he was slowly moving towards skirt level. Zetta put two and two together and began pleading, truly this is how desperate his predicament was. "N-no, wait, you can't be SERIOUS, THAT'S DISGUSTING! WAIT, STOP, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"