Guy Thoughts Aplenty

(Howdy all! Just a quick explanation about what it is I’m doing here. I’ve found that many times I feel that it would be…interesting… for some web-comic characters to engage in such acts we’ve all seen on the site. Thus, since I can’t find anyone else that does it, I will. Starting with characters from “El Goonish Shive” [elgoonishshive.com]. This story, technically, is based off a filler comic that talked about the original intentions for a section of the most recent story Arc. While I understand that many times people will not recognize the characters of Web-comics or situations they are seen in without having read the comic, I will do my best to compensate. Thank you, and please read on.)

(PS, I TOTALLY don’t own the comic, so yeah)


”Guy Thoughts Aplenty: A fan fiction based on El Goonish Shive”

She’d done it. She’d taken her first steps to understanding the male mind. Susan, with the help of Ted’s gender switching machine and Grace’s absurd idea of a birthday party, had become that which she understood the least. She had become a man. She looked at herself in the mirror that was hung in the private booth that Ted had set up in his basement, examining her new body. Her new body was fairly toned and about 5 inches taller then her female body. Her hair, previously waste length, now hung just above her shoulders, still black with the dye she used. She thought about looking down, to make sure she was REALLY a guy, but decided it would be better to merely get dressed and start her journal. She looked around for the cloths she had brought in, finding them laying exactly where she had left them, folded nicely. Her outfit consisted of a pair of blue jeans, a black undershirt, and a light grey pull button up shirt, which she left unbuttoned. Once she finished dressing, she quickly grabbed the journal she had left under her close and began writing.

“I feel different. More different than I expected. Everything looks smaller. I feel stronger. Almost like running just for the sake of running…I had expected perversion. Instead, I just feel like a tall jock…” she wrote, hastily, trying to finish up, knowing that outside the both waited Grace, anxious to see the new male Susan.

“Susan! Aren’t you done getting dressed yet? Other people need to go zappy!” called in Grace, almost as if on cue. Susan took one last deep breath, preparing herself mentally for the night ahead. After making sure she was ready, she stepped out of the booth.

As soon as she exited the booth, Grace gave her a confused look. “You were done getting dressed in there for a while weren’t you?” she asked, her hair like antennas bouncing as she spoke.

Susan nodded, “Sorry, I was writing in my journal. Now why don’t we get upstairs?”

Grace nodded, started for the stairs, and then stopped. Sighing dejectedly, Grace crossed her arms and said, “If nudity wasn’t such a big deal, we wouldn’t need a booth. We would all come down here, undress, get zapped, and we could even help each other get dressed!”

Susan almost choked on her spit as all of her mental preparedness flew out the window. She couldn’t believe what Grace had just suggested! However, she found herself…turned on by the comment rather then appalled, as she would have felt as a woman. In fact, she was already noticing things about Grace she hadn’t noticed just a few seconds ago, let alone any other time. Her firm ass, her large breasts, her dark brown hair, everything that Susan knew she often hid as a woman.

Grace turned back to Susan, continuing her lecture. “I know Justine could have used a little help, her bra straps were totally uneven with her shirt at first, and Sarah ended up helping with them anyway…” As she said this, she articulated her point by adjusting her straps to where Justine’s had been, and then proceeding to lift her breasts to show the problem with the uneven straps.

Susan couldn’t move, couldn’t think, well, couldn’t think clearly. The only thoughts she had were of a slowly stripping Grace. She shook her head, trying to clear the images of Grace’s near perfect body from her mind. She thought about the many times she had seen her other friends semi-nude in the gym locker rooms, which didn’t help the her attempt to quell her arousal. She wasn’t even sure if Grace was talking anymore as she watched, her mind once again slipping into a state of arrest. She could see Grace though, that was for sure. Susan took a deep breath as she gave into her now male brain’s fantasies.

Grace was now dressed in only her panties, her large breasts hanging innocently in front of her, begging for Susan’s attention. Grace slowly walked over to Susan, touching her manly chest with her hand. Susan took a breath as Grace pulled her button down shirt off. Grace then stepped away from Susan, smiling seductively. She smirked at the frozen Susan as her antenna started to glow. Susan could feel her under shirt being pulled upwards; as she obliged by lifting her arms upward to allow the shirt to slide off easily. As the shirt covered her eyes, she heard a pop and then a tension release around her waist, realizing instantly that grace had just undone her pants. She heard the zip of the zipper and then a sudden feeling of comfort and forward pulling weight at her waste. It took her a minute to realize what the weight was, but she figured it out as her underwear was pulled off by Grace’s hands. While very seductive in itself, Susan felt even more excited by the fact that she still couldn’t see anything as the shirt still covered her head and held her arms in place.

Just as Susan was wondering what Grace was doing she felt a warm hand firmly grasp her member. She wanted to let out a moan but found herself unable to do so. Soon the hand was moving up and down, caressing the length of her shaft, causing Susan even more pleasure. Then Susan felt something she didn’t expect at all, the warm mouth of Grace close around her. Again, Susan wanted to moan but still founder herself unable to do so. Grace began working her mouth up and down on Susan’s member, her tongue caressing it while going both down and up. Susan closed her eyes and bit her lip as her orgasm built up. Closer and closer Susan got, more and more furious Grace got. Closer, faster, closer, faster…

“…Is it so wrong that I just don’t care if people see me naked, and that I’d have no problem taking off all my cloths, right here and now, and staying naked all night?!” Grace said, throwing herself against Susan’s body, snapping Susan out of her dreaming. She blinked, seeing the girls face only a few inches from her own and immediately started blushing profusely. Grace stared at her for a few seconds, her antenna resting on Susan’s head. “…Susan?”

“…Sorry, I… I just got really distracted by something…” Susan said as Grace detached herself from Susan. Grace turned back towards the stairs.

“Really? That happens to Ted a lot.” She said, confused as ever.




(Ok! And that’s it! For anyone that actually READS “El Goonish Shive,” you’ll recognize that the dialog is a direct transcript of the comic, except for a very minor change. Other than that, I hope anyone reading this enjoyed it. I know it’s not a lot, but I’ll take what I can get myself to do for my first time. Ok, well, thank you everyone, and if you don’t read El Goonish Shive, start now!)