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‘Mate.’
‘No.’ ‘Mate.’ ‘No.’ ‘…Mate.’ ‘I said no!’ ‘Mate! This one wants Mate!’ ‘Can’t you have your tantrum somewhere else?.’ ‘Ga wants Mate! Give Ga Mate!’ Broly cringed at the loud, irritated voice that sounded throughout his head. With an exasperated sigh, Broly rolled his eyes,
‘I said no.’
‘I want Mate!’ The voice boomed louder; more instant, more… whiny. How embarrassing. The random voice in his head didn’t really bother Broly too much, as it existed ever since he hit puberty. What used to be innocent interactions with the opposite gender, now became full-fledged irritations; the voice in his head making every little thing seem so vulgar and over sexualized. And it had only gotten worse as he grew older. His father called the voice his ‘inner-beast’, something that all Saiyan males get when their annual ruts start to hit. Only after securing a mate, will the voice fade or disappear. Unfortunately for Broly, he wasn’t even thinking about getting a mate. He was still young! All he had to do was look some random female in the eye and boom, their ovaries exploded and he would get laid. ‘Ha…’ the voice, (who he affectionately named Ga) scoffed. ‘This one knows that the only female you wish to bed is the delectable creature that haunts all of your wet dreams.’ It let out a pleasured rumble when it suddenly filled Broly’s mind with X-rated images starring his possibly- not-so-secret-crush, Cheelai. ‘Ah, yes. Our beautiful, wonderful Cheelai.’ Ga dreamily sighed, sounding content. Broly had met Cheelai in Psychology class during Freshman after she had asked him for his notes since she was absent the day before and he gladly gave them to her, always willing to help out. After chatting and walking out of class to the front of the school, they were stopped by his father; who, upon seeing Cheelai, promptly told him not to converse with whores and to shut up and keep his head in the books, much to his mortification. Outraged, Cheelai went up and smacked his father across the face, calling him a jackass before storming off. Ever since then, she made it a point to walk out to the front of the college everyday, if she knew he was getting a ride home. And she still did, three years later. ‘Ugh, she can smack us anytime, seriously.’ The voice groaned, causing Broly to blush profusely. He lowered his head as he walked along the sidewalk on the way home. Since he lived a couple blocks from school, he normally walked home, only getting rides or taking the car on occasion, seeing no real need for it on a daily basis. ‘Stop ignoring me! We must create a plan!’ Ga demanded.
‘A plan for what?’
‘Cheelai, you simpleton! Now think, shall we woo her with flowers? Or maybe a nice card? We need to win her over and make her ours. God knows that Yamcha fellow has been panting over her for like, three months.’
Broly inwardly scoffed, kicking a stray rock into the bushes, ‘How about we give her the hearts of our enemies or something.’ he thought sarcastically. ‘You think she’d like that? Write that down! It's just the right amount of primal savageness and sexy caveman, women love that! ’ Ga said enthusiastically, not catching on to Broly’s sarcasm.
‘Is savageness even a word?’
‘The hell if I care. I just want Cheelai.’
‘Why are you so focused on her anyways? There are plenty of other girls…’ He replied uncertainty, knowing that he was just spewing bullshit. He was totally in love with Cheelai, just too awkward to do anything about it.
‘Because, she's the ONE. This one feels it deep within his soul. You feel it too, maybe not in your soul right now though. You probably feel it in your dick-’
‘Can you not!’
‘Don't yell at me! You're the one with the blue balls and that massive hard on that hasn't gone away for three years, I’m just here to be your internal wingman. Shit, look, up ahead.’
With an exasperated sigh, Broly looked up and almost tripped over himself when he spotted Cheelai a few blocks ahead of him. She was running. Towards him. In a black, skin-tight tank top and dark purple short shorts.
‘Holy shit.’
When she got within hearing distance, she slowed down and waved, continuing to walk towards him. “Hey Broly!”
‘Stop standing in the middle of the sidewalk! You look like a dumbass!’
‘Shut up! I lost my train of thought, that’s all!’
‘Liar! You were totally staring at her boobs.’
Broly subtly cleared his throat when Cheelai walked up, quickly taking a drink of water from the bottle she had attached to her hip. He gulped as he watched a single droplet of water escape from the corner of her mouth and slide downwards towards her chest.
‘Damn, those puppies are HEAVING. Step closer, I wanna see more!’
Cheelai wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and reattached the water bottle, trying to regulate her breathing. She looked up at Broly and noticed that he looked a bit red. “Uh...are you okay Broly?” “I’m fine!” His voice came out in a high pitched squeak. His eyes unwillingly shot down to her chest, noticing how hard she was panting and how her sweat made the skin on her chest glisten in the sunlight. ‘ Glisten? In the sunlight? Really? Who are you, Nicholas Sparks?’ Ga snorted.
‘No one asked you.’
“So...I see you’re running.”
‘No fucking shit Sherlock.’
Unfazed, or probably used to how awkward Broly was, Cheelai smiled, “Yeah, just burning off some calories, staying in shape, the usual.” ‘I know a better way to burn calories.’ Ga purred suggestively, causing Broly to twitch. “That’s good. How was your day? I didn't see you around school.” He asked. Cheelai rolled her eyes and jutted her hip out before crossing her arms and tucking them under her chest. This caused her breasts to bulge out of the sports bra she wore under her top and offer an even more enticing view of her cleavage.
‘Fuuuck.’
‘I’m trying REALLY hard not to notice.’
“The professor for my advanced Economics class bailed at the last minute, which sucks because I spent my whole night studying-” While Cheelai continued to rant, Broly’s thoughts wandered.
‘How are you not on top of her right now?’
‘Unlike you, I actually have a thing called boundaries.’
‘Righttt, because jacking off in the shower to a naked mental image of her is totally not breaking any boundaries.’
‘Tch...shut up.’
‘Make me Broccoli boy, I’ll smack the Saiyan out of you.’
‘Well guess what, I AM you, so you’d just be smacking yourself.’
‘You suck.’
‘And you swallow.’
‘Well I AM you, so that means YOU swallow.’ Ga snarled back.
“Only for Cheelai honestly.’
“...was it hard?” Broly heard Cheelai ask suddenly. ‘Oh yeah baby, it's harder than a advanced linear algebra equation.’ Ga rumbled, the voice dripping with hunger. Broly knew a blush was forming on his cheeks, “Um, I’m sorry, what...what did you say?” The green alien woman cocked her head to the side innocently, “I asked if it was hard.”
‘Ohmygod fuck yes.’
“Was what hard?” “The science paper that was due today, you’ve been complaining about it for days. You said that it was hard to write and that you didn't think you could finish it.” Cheelai explained patiently, giving the giant Saiyan a concerned look. “Oh, yes...that. Ahem, it wasn't too bad in the end. I think Professor Gero said he’d give them back next Friday.” The small female smiled brightly, giving him a thumbs up. “Good good! I bet you’ll get a good grade, you’ve always been better at writing papers. Ugh, I hate those things.”
‘Look at how fucking cute she is! Hug the shit out of her. Then love the shit out of her. Then fuck-’
‘Not another word!!’
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‘She’s going to kill us one day.’
‘Let her do it, it would be an honor.’
Broly only groaned and glanced at the green woman longingly as she arched her back, face morphing into one of pleasure when several pops sounded from her spine. He gulped and turned back around to focus on the set he was struggling to finish. Going to the weight room seemed like such a good idea earlier. Oh how wrong he was. Classes had just gotten out and Broly was unsure of what to do for the rest of the day. Finals were finished and he wanted to be somewhat productive. Thankfully, instead of wandering back home to brood, Kakarot and Vegeta invited him to the gym for a workout. The school's gravity room was closed for maintenance, so the only other option to train was to head over to the weight room specifically built for the stronger aliens. Why Yamcha kept insisting to come along was lost on Broly, but Vegeta seemed to get pleasure out of putting more weight on his barbell when his back was turned. They were the same size and shape as regular human weights, just labeled differently. Happy that he wasn’t going to waste away at home, Broly followed the other Saiyans to the back of the campus. Since they all had classes later in the day, the campus was nearly empty when they got out. The large Saiyan pondered silently behind them, half listening to Kakarot talk about carrots.
‘Pffft, that idiot.’
“That’s not nice Ga, Kakarot is a very kind man.’
‘Oh he’s kind alright, kind of stupid. This one thinks that he was possibly dropped on the head as a baby.’ Ga huffed. He was happy to finally release all of the stress he had built up while studying for finals. Yes, it would just be him and the guys today. A bunch of shirtless dudes in a room, grunting, groaning and sweating while lifting hundreds of thousands of pounds. Indeed, a testosterone-filled afternoon.
‘Well...WE can lift hundreds of thousands of pounds, as can the idiot-‘
‘Kakarot, Ga.’
‘And the grumpy midget-
Broly sighed, ‘Vegeta.’ ‘But that whelp Yumclap can’t even lift 2000 pounds.’ Ga scoffed disdainfully.
‘Wait...who?’
‘Yomcup. That human beta male that hits on our Cheelai.’
‘Ga, I really wish you would call people by their actual names.’
‘Where’s the fun in that?’
‘Anyway, he’s human, its amazing that he can even lift 1000 pounds.’
Ga grumbled a bit. ‘Humph, whatever. He’s still a total beta male.’ They arrived at the locker rooms and Broly was thankful that he had the foresight to keep a few pairs of workout gear in his locker for occasions such as this. Stripping out of his shirt and pulling on a pair of purple workout pants, he grabbed a towel and a water bottle and headed out to the weights. There were a few guys milling about, he spotted Tien, Krillin and Yamcha in one corner next to a large mirror. The shortest of them waved, “Hey Broly! How was finals?” Krillin asked. Timidly smiling, Broly walked over to the group and greeted them awkwardly before answering, “It was not as bad as I was expecting. But studying was very stressful.” Tien nodded in understanding, “Yeah, I was on the verge of going on a rampage. I hate studying.” He smiled, “The gym was a great stress relief though and I’m just glad its over.” “For now.” Groaned Krillin, he pulled off his tank top and began stretching lightly. Everyone else followed suit as Goku and Vegeta walked up and joined them silently. Vegeta sent a chilling smile towards Yamcha, who just ‘eeped’ and turned away, looking slightly scared. Eventually, they all scattered to do their own things. Tien and Krillin decided to run on the treadmills, Goku and Vegeta went to the weight benches and were currently trying to out-do each other as usual. Yamcha was still leisurely stretching, humming a tune a few feet away from him. ‘Ugh, shut him up, this one cannot concentrate.’ Ga snarled while Broly got himself comfortable on the lat pull-down machine. He didn’t comment, also finding the humming a bit irritating but decided to focus on having a good workout. About a half an hour in, everyone was in their own element, and thus the groaning and huffing began. The doors suddenly slammed open, banging against the walls, causing everyone to look up. Bulma, Chichi and Cheelai walked in, all of them wearing skin tight black leggings and sports bras. Bulma was in front, while Chichi was second and Cheelai brought up the rear, distracted by a book. They carried their yoga mats; Bulma’s was a cobalt blue, Chichi’s was a bright orange and Cheelai’s was a muted green. Broly couldn’t stop himself from staring at her. ‘Mmm, this one would love to peel those useless pieces of clothing right off of her delectable body.’ Ga rumbled. ‘ I’m in skin-tight workout pants Ga, I can’t afford to have a hard on right now.’ Broly internally whined, trying to ignore the heat that went down to his crotch.
‘Who the hell cares, we have nothing to hide! I mean, we have the biggest dick-“
‘GA!’
‘Out of everyone here. These fools have NOTHING on us. Especially Yuncla.’
‘HOW could you possibly know that?! And can you please stop calling my penis a dick, it sounds rude.’
‘Remember when he spilled juice all over himself that one time in Freshman year?’
‘Not really…’
‘Yeah well, you were busy staring down our beautiful Cheelai during lunch. Anyway, he went to stand up and because he wore those obnoxious basketball shorts that were way too large, the weight of the juice caused his shorts to fall. And that day, everyone found out that he went commando. And that his dick was a pretty laughable size.’
‘How do I not remember that? Not that I want too.’ Broly grimaced.
‘This one has no idea.’
He immediately focused back to what was happening. “It sounds like you guys are having an orgy in here.” Cheelai said, a giggle in her voice as Bulma snorted and Chichi blushed. “The hell are you three doing here?” Vegeta demanded, dropping a dumbbell on the padded floor with an irritated, if not slightly scandalized look on his face as he glared at them. “Calm down Vegeta, we’re just here to do a bit of yoga is all.” Bulma sniffed, crossing her arms. “Hey you three! Where’s 18?” Krillin greeted with a smile. “She didn’t feel too well and decided to go home.” Chichi answered, her eyes flickered over to Goku for a split second and she blushed furiously, noticing that he was shirtless. Unbeknownst to her and to the other humans, the slight scent of her arousal spread across the room, causing some of the other aliens to drool. Krillin shrugged and told her that he would check up on 18 later and went back to doing push ups along with Tien. ‘It would seem that the dumbass has a little admirer.’ Ga stated in a bored tone, totally immune to the sickeningly sweet smell of her arousal. Broly looked over to Goku, wanting to see his reaction, but nearly rolled his eyes when he watched the orange clad man goofily balance a weight on his chin. He then locked eyes with Vegeta, who did roll his eyes. The spiky haired Saiyan locked his thick arms across his chest and sneered lightly, “Why don’t you do yoga in the YOGA studio?” Not liking his tone, Bulma glared at him, “Its under construction right now. Look, we’re just going to go do yoga over there,” she pointed a well manicured fingernail to a corner of the room. “And keep to ourselves.” “But,” Her eyes became hooded and they started directly at Vegeta, a teasing smirk playing on her lips. “You’re always free to watch.” “You vulgar woman!” Vegeta yelled, furiously blushing while shaking his fist. Giggling, she winked and blew him a kiss. She motioned to Chichi and Cheelai to follow her to the corner. The green woman caught Broly staring at her and she smiled brightly, waving. “Hey big guy!” He shyly waved back. ‘See, even Cheelai knows we’re big!’ Ga cheered, to which Broly pointedly ignored. Not wanting to sport a massive boner in front of everyone, he turned away and began stacking weights onto the leg press, hoping to really push his body to the limit. After that was done, he kneeled and started adjusting the seat so he could fit comfortably. ‘Do you think Cheelai would be able to take us?’ Ga asked suddenly. ‘What?’ Broly replied, not understanding the context of his question. The deep voice sighed exaggeratedly and elaborated, ‘I meant, do you think she would be able to accept our sausage stick? Cause she’s pretty small.’ Ga stated. Disturbed, Broly stopped fiddling with the machine when he was sure it was a comfortable enough and lowered his massive bulk onto the chair, bending his knees and pressing his feet against the flat surface of the press, hips shoulder width apart.
‘Broly.’
‘...’
‘Broly…’
‘...’
‘Brolyyy?’
‘...’
‘BROLY!’
‘WHAT?!’ Broly answered, his voice bordering hysterical.
‘What the hell is wrong with you?!’
‘You just called our junk a sausage stick!’
‘You told me not to call our proud tower a dick, so I am not!’
‘Proud wha? Ga, what the fuck?’
‘This one has come up with other synonyms for our limp biscuit.’
‘Wait, no-‘
‘Like muffin mutilator, or trench destroyer-’
Deciding that he didn't even want to know, he tuned Ga out and slowly extended his legs putting pressure on them, causing the press to groan in protest as the weights were forced up. He did a couple of reps, sweating a bit as his legs started to feel like jelly. After 3 sets, he grunted and awkwardly tried to stand on his legs. While he was massaging them, movement in the mirror caught his eye and he glanced at it, only to regret doing so. In the reflection, Cheelai had her feet planted firmly on the mat, legs straight. He dragged his eyes up her legs and ogled her plump rear as it pointed in the air, her waist bent and arms stretched out in front of her, her back was straight as well; he recognized the pose, it was called downward dog. Even through the eroticism of the pose, Broly admired how fit she kept her body. ‘I’d wreck those beautiful buns of hers.’ Ga's tone dropped a few octaves deeper. ‘Yeah.’ He answered, as if hypnotized. Suddenly, a thick, offensive odor assaulted his delicate nose and for a split second, he thought that Kakarot probably was to blame, but when he straightened himself up and glanced at him, both his and Vegeta’s noses were crinkled in grimaces. Vegeta noticed that he was looking, and he delicately tipped his chin down while eyeing something right over his shoulder. Confused, Broly turned around and spotted Yamcha openly staring at the girls, his mouth open and head tilted to the side. In his head, Ga snarled viciously at the man looking at what was his. Broly pushed back his primal instinct to challenge the offending male and winced as another wave of Yamcha’s arousal pulsed throughout the room. The other occupants isn’t seem particularly disturbed and went along with their business. Broly internally shrugged and turned to go and ask Kakarot or Vegeta to spot for him when a large purple alien strode confidently past him and made a beeline towards the girls. Vegeta jerked his head up, alert. Broly tensed when the male coughed loudly, to get the women’s attention. Cheelai was the first to look up disinterestedly, “Can I help you?” She asked, standoffish. In one fluid movement, she stood up, standing protectively in front of Bulma and Chichi, who were still on the floor. “The names Daigen, babe. I was wondering if you wanted to go grab a bite to eat. I’m sure we’d have a lot of... fun ...together.” The purple alien said, raking his eyes up and down her body, making no attempt to hide his perverse looks. Bristling, Cheelai curled her lip, “No thanks.” Daigen frowned but with a sick smile, he leaned over her in an obvious attempt at intimidation. Not one to be cowed, Cheelai stared up at him with a raised eyebrow. “C’mon sweet cheeks, I’ll treat you right.” He attempted to appeal to her again. Scoffing, Cheelai just flicked her hair and looked to the side, “I said I wasn’t interested, you moron.” She failed to notice Daigen’s fists tightening and was startled when a large hand grabbed her arm roughly causing her friends to gasp, “I’m done asking!” He yelled, his grip on her arm made Cheelai cry out and then she was suddenly on the floor. The large expanse of Broly’s back rippled and twitched in agitation as he easily lifted Daigen off of the floor with one hand, his aura crackling with green energy.
‘OH GIRL!’
‘Who the hell are you?!’ Cheelai thought frantically as she watched Broly fling the other alien through a wall like he was nothing.
‘I’m you! But like, a super-mega pervert you!’
‘What?!’ ‘I’m basically your inner-most thoughts. Kinda like a conscious but instead of telling you to do morally good things, like help old ladies across the street, I’m here to help you realize your intensely repressed, sexual attraction to a certain massive Saiyan monkey man.’ The voice said happily. 'WHAT?!'
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‘So, let me get this straight...you are me, and I am you?’ Cheelai thought as she settled herself on her bed. After Broly had thrown that random dude that tried coming on to her, he ran out of the room before she had a chance to to thank him. But she was a bit occupied with the phantom voice inside her head. Deciding that ‘Inner-Cheelai’ was a bit of a name, she decided to just call the voice Berry.
‘Yep!’
‘And the whole point of you appearing out of nowhere is...because I’ve subconsciously realized that Broly is my potential mate?’ ‘Basically, yeah. It goes like this, when I say jump, you say on who. And ‘who’ happens to be that gorgeous hunk of Saiyan man-meat.’ Berry drooled causing Cheelai to furrow her brow in confusion. She played with the ends of her short hair, ‘But...I don’t even like, like Broly that way. He’s always been a good friend to me and I wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship.’ Berry scoffed, ‘You mean you’ve NEVER thought about him in any other way? Never? I find that hard to believe, like seriously, have you SEEN HIM?!’ ‘I mean, I have , a few times. But I’ve always thought that we’d just be friends, he’s never shown interest before! And he’s so...so innocent , I can’t corrupt him!’ ‘Look girl, I’ll let you in on a little secret, no man bodily throws another man across a room unless he’s interested. I think you’re in denial and I know just the way to make you see the light.’ ‘He was just protecting me! As a friend.’ Cheelai denied. She got up and paced around her room, a pensive look on her face. ‘GOD, you are thick .’ ‘Hey!’
‘Don’t hey me, denial isn’t just a river!’
Cheelai stopped in front of her full length mirror and pulled the slightly loose chemise tight to her body. She sighed dejectedly, ‘Well, it's gonna have to be. Broly is such a catch and I’m just...short...and green . Like who the hell wants to be with a green chick?! And I’m weak...don’t Saiyans take pride in how powerful they are or something? He wouldn’t want a weak mate. So yeah, I’m in denial because I have literally nothing to offer him.’ She thought bitterly, hugging herself. Cheelai sunk to the floor and leaned her head against the mirror, analyzing every inch of her face and body. She could sense Berry in the back of her mind, unsure of what to say. ‘C’mon,’ the voice said, trying to appease her. ‘Don’t think so low of yourself, girl. You’re amazing! You have clear skin, pretty eyes, a slamming body and you’re the only person at school to hold the ‘Deadliest Accuracy’ award for sharp shooting. No one else has it!’ ‘I guess…’ ‘Green is Broly’s favorite color after all.’ Berry smirked. ‘Even so...I don’t believe that he likes me...we’ve established that I like him but that doesn’t mean he likes me back. ’
‘You want proof? I’ll give you proof, now listen closely…’
~~ Broly had just finished swapping books out from his locker when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and nearly jumped out of his skin, eyes widening in an alarm at what she was wearing. ‘That’s it. I’m leaving.’ Ga sobbed. Cheelai had her pack slung over her shoulder, a sweet smile on her face. She had a white off-the-shoulder top that hugged her breasts tightly, very short jean shorts that showed off her long legs and a pair of wedge sandals. “Hey Broly, I just wanted to thank you for saving me yesterday, I really appreciate it.” Cheelai said, fluttering her lashes. Broly gulped and pressed his backpack against his hips, “Y-you’re welcome Cheelai, it’s what friends do.” He stuttered.
‘Ugh, you fool. We don’t want to be friends! We want to take her roughly against the wall and dick her dow-‘
“Ah. Well how about I treat you to some ice cream? It's what friends do.” She offered. The large man blushed, he could see right down her shirt at his height and he noted that she wasn’t wearing a bra but some strange looking stickers covering her nipples. ‘I wonder what color her nipples are.’ He thought absentmindedly. ‘HA! He’s totally looking down our shirt!’ Berry crowed. Cheelai was so pleased that she almost blushed. No, she had to keep her cool, she had to follow through with the plan. “I really have to get to class…” Broly replied, hunching in on himself, feeling the beginnings of an insane hard-on. “It’s the end of the day, big guy. C’mon.” She whined, eyes wide and sparkling.
‘SHE NEEDS TO NOT DO THAT!’
‘I will literally poke a hole through my backpack Ga! What do I do?!’
‘Do HER, you rock!’
“Oh yeah, I guess I c-could join you?” Broly squeaked. ‘Gotcha.’ Berry cackled. Cheelai smiled and looped her arms around his free one and pressed against him, making sure his arm was trapped against her breasts. “Great!” She cheered, dragging him. “There’s one right over there!”
‘I can feel them! Oh my god.’
‘I swear I will take over your body and rut her myself!’ Ga snarled. Broly internally cried as he let himself be dragged halfway across campus, all the while Cheelai and Berry decided what part of the plan they were going to execute next. Arriving at the ice cream stand, she let go of his arm and stood in front of him to order. “What flavor do you want Broly?” She asked without turning around, pretending to scan the menu. ‘This one wants whatever flavor you are, dearest Cheelai.’ Ga cooed sweetly. “U-um, chocolate please.” She nodded and unzipped her bag to find her purse while ordering a vanilla cone and a chocolate cone. She reached into her purse and grabbed her wallet and fished around for the exact change when she dropped a few coins, “Oh no. I’m sorry, let me just get those.” Much to Broly’s surprise, she bent over at the waist, exposing her rear-end encased in her tight shorts. Broly could feel the mental strain that Ga caused,
‘THAT’S IT!’
‘NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.’
‘Can you not see?! She is doing this on purpose!’
‘Just a tiny bit more girl!’
‘I didn’t stretch before this and now my hamstrings are gonna be sore tomorrow!’ Cheelai complained, feeling the pressure rushing to her head. ‘Hopefully by the end of this, your hamstrings aren’t the only things that are going to be sore!’ Berry cackled. Broly tried to ogle her ass subtly but when he made eye contact with the cashier, he blushed as the girl only gave him a knowing smile. After what felt like a million years, Cheelai had finally picked up the change and gave the girl the money while she got the ice cream back in return. She turned towards him, a large smile on her face and she passed him the chocolate cone. “Lets go sit over there.” She pointed at a lone metal table with two chairs, they sat under a palm tree in the shade. Broly nodded and began licking his cone, smiling constantly at the chocolate flavor. They sat and silently ate their ice cream, in their own little world until Cheelai moaned. “Mmm, I love ice cream.” She eyed him and licked at the dripping cone. ‘Are you envisioning what I'm envisioning?’ Ga asked, dumbfounded.
‘That she’s licking our cock? Yeah, I totally am.’
‘Ah, so you’re finally coming around eh?’
‘Well, no. But seriously, LOOK AT HER.’
‘Oh, I am.’