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storypaint) wrote2009-10-10 12:04 am
storypaint) wrote2009-10-10 12:04 am
U-Haul (fem!Horrible/Penny)
Title: U-Haul
Fandom: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Length: 493
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: Dr. Horrible, Girl!Horrible/Girl!Hammer, "Give me back my shirt!" "So you are a girl, Doctor. With that short hair, boyish face, and barely any breasts, I was having my doubts."
Pairing: Girl!Horrible/(Girl!)Penny, Girl!Hammer/(Girl!)Penny
Other: Genderbending as per prompt. Set at the end of Act Two.
Excerpt: Captain Hammer crossed her arms under her own breasts, which were as always, threatening to spill out of the bikini top that she considered appropriate heroine wear.
Doctor Horrible had been beaten up by Captain Hammer fifty-seven times already, and it wasn't getting any easier with practice. Hammer wasn't creative in any way whatsoever-- it was always the villains who had flair, Doctor Horrible thought smugly-- but even a brief feeling of superiority didn't drown out the pain. That's what she was expecting, not this sudden cold feeling on her chest.
"Give me back my shirt!" she demanded, covering her breasts instinctively and feeling like an idiot, and also embarrassed. She hadn't worn her nice bra, either. This was the one with holes in the band. It was laundry day, after all.
"So you are a girl, Doctor. With that short hair, boyish face, and barely any breasts, I was having my doubts."
Captain Hammer crossed her arms under her own breasts, which were as always, threatening to spill out of the bikini top that she considered appropriate heroine wear. The Doctor glowered and reached out for the shirt dangling from one of Hammer's gloves, but the other woman pulled it away.
"Of course I'm a girl. I don't have to have it all hanging out like you do. Disgusting," she answered, still reaching for her shirt, knowing how ridiculous she looked.
"Disgusting? Everyone likes this view," Hammer answered, preening her fingernails. "I mean, in a getup like that, you must be a dyke, right?"
"Just because my hair is short, it doesn't make a lesbian, you idiot," she answered, finally pulling her shirt from Hammer's grasp and slipping her arms into it, trying to fasten buttons without dropping her air of evilness. It wasn't easy.
"No, but having a crush on sweet little Penny does," Hammer trilled triumphantly. "Because she's a girl too."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Horrible growled back, willing the blush back from her face and fastening the last button that she could. More than half of them had been torn loose by Hammer's yanking and Horrible's bellybutton was bare and cold. She pulled her shirt down but it didn't help much. She was ready to go home.
"Don't worry, Betty," Hammer said, "I'll take good care of her for you. We're having another date, you know. Apparently the custom is to bring a U-Haul?"
Horrible reached out and would have swung at her, but then Penny came back and she couldn't do this, not in front of Penny.
"Are you okay, Betty?" Penny asked, concerned with Horrible's disarray.
"Fine," she muttered. "This... shrunk in the wash. And then the buttons fell off. I should dry-clean it next time."
"I know a really great one down on Sixth Street," Penny answered with a smile. "I'll give you a card next time I see you, all right?"
"She'll be just fine," Hammer said cheerfully, snaking her arm around Penny's waist. "Shall we?"
They walked away, hips bumping with their closeness, and Horrible began to plot her revenge.
Fandom: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Length: 493
Prompt:
comment_fic: Dr. Horrible, Girl!Horrible/Girl!Hammer, "Give me back my shirt!" "So you are a girl, Doctor. With that short hair, boyish face, and barely any breasts, I was having my doubts." Pairing: Girl!Horrible/(Girl!)Penny, Girl!Hammer/(Girl!)Penny
Other: Genderbending as per prompt. Set at the end of Act Two.
Excerpt: Captain Hammer crossed her arms under her own breasts, which were as always, threatening to spill out of the bikini top that she considered appropriate heroine wear.
Doctor Horrible had been beaten up by Captain Hammer fifty-seven times already, and it wasn't getting any easier with practice. Hammer wasn't creative in any way whatsoever-- it was always the villains who had flair, Doctor Horrible thought smugly-- but even a brief feeling of superiority didn't drown out the pain. That's what she was expecting, not this sudden cold feeling on her chest.
"Give me back my shirt!" she demanded, covering her breasts instinctively and feeling like an idiot, and also embarrassed. She hadn't worn her nice bra, either. This was the one with holes in the band. It was laundry day, after all.
"So you are a girl, Doctor. With that short hair, boyish face, and barely any breasts, I was having my doubts."
Captain Hammer crossed her arms under her own breasts, which were as always, threatening to spill out of the bikini top that she considered appropriate heroine wear. The Doctor glowered and reached out for the shirt dangling from one of Hammer's gloves, but the other woman pulled it away.
"Of course I'm a girl. I don't have to have it all hanging out like you do. Disgusting," she answered, still reaching for her shirt, knowing how ridiculous she looked.
"Disgusting? Everyone likes this view," Hammer answered, preening her fingernails. "I mean, in a getup like that, you must be a dyke, right?"
"Just because my hair is short, it doesn't make a lesbian, you idiot," she answered, finally pulling her shirt from Hammer's grasp and slipping her arms into it, trying to fasten buttons without dropping her air of evilness. It wasn't easy.
"No, but having a crush on sweet little Penny does," Hammer trilled triumphantly. "Because she's a girl too."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Horrible growled back, willing the blush back from her face and fastening the last button that she could. More than half of them had been torn loose by Hammer's yanking and Horrible's bellybutton was bare and cold. She pulled her shirt down but it didn't help much. She was ready to go home.
"Don't worry, Betty," Hammer said, "I'll take good care of her for you. We're having another date, you know. Apparently the custom is to bring a U-Haul?"
Horrible reached out and would have swung at her, but then Penny came back and she couldn't do this, not in front of Penny.
"Are you okay, Betty?" Penny asked, concerned with Horrible's disarray.
"Fine," she muttered. "This... shrunk in the wash. And then the buttons fell off. I should dry-clean it next time."
"I know a really great one down on Sixth Street," Penny answered with a smile. "I'll give you a card next time I see you, all right?"
"She'll be just fine," Hammer said cheerfully, snaking her arm around Penny's waist. "Shall we?"
They walked away, hips bumping with their closeness, and Horrible began to plot her revenge.