Opossum Time-Reversal
As the possum couple walked out of the theater, Mina couldn't keep the big amused grin off her face. Osmund looked over at her as she let out a chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Osmund asked.
"I just keep thinking," Mina said, "about when that character was just trying to do his best, and then he got knocked in his weakspot, and then he went down in agony like only a male could... I just love when that happens."
"I don't get why you're into that stuff," said Osmund self-consciously, not wanting to admit the thought she found it funny was kind of hot.
"It's just the thought... how every male... and how funny you all are there... that when you get hit there... no matter how weak or strong you are... seeing you all become so delicate in and dropping in agony I could never understand, and there's nothing you can do about it... the fact that we all work that way for this to happen is just... unbelievable. You males have such amazing bodies."
"Well, not every male," Osmund said, turning red.
Mina looked at him, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, not about having an amazing body... About being in that kind of pain... I can't imagine something like that happening to me." He shifted his legs.
Mina looked at him for a good long moment. Finally, "You mean to tell me that you've never been hit there in your _entire_life?"
Osmund went very red, imagining what Mina must be imagining about him this very moment. "If you're into it, then why have you never done it to me?"
Mina thought a good hard minute. "Well, I'm not that mean. It's funny, but if I did that, I could never take it back. Plus, there's nothing like the first time, if I did that to you then it would be over, any time I did that to you after that, you would already know what it feels like, now that wouldn't be very much fun. Plus, I couldn't scar you with those painful memories."
Osmund turned redder still, on the one paw, he was curious what that could even feel like to be in such agony, on the other, the thought of having his poor unfortunate shell of a body in such pain made him feel nauseous, of course that couldn't happen to him.
Mina sighed, thinking.
"If only there was a way where I could do that to you and take it back like it never happened so you'd never have to live with yourself as if you did."
The moment she said this, there was a sudden stillness in the air. Then, a moment later, a flash of blinding light. Mina and Osmund both jumped, covering their eyes.
Then, a voice, all feminine and majestic came from that light.
"Behold, I am the Goddess of Male Exclusive Injuries, your request has been heard and answered. From this day forward, you Mina will have the power to reverse time for the sole purpose of undoing your partner's first injury. Use this power well for the further you become from the injury the more your powers to undo it diminish. This power has an infinite amount of cycles and can be used up to 15 minutes past the recovery of his last injury. Enjoy your gift and may you forever find blessing in its usage. Fare well."
And then another flash, and she was gone.
Mina turned to face Osmund, pure amusement lighting her eyes. Osmund's eyes went wide.
"Wait, here?"
"Why not?" said Mina, "Nobody's going to remember it anyway."
Osmund tried to stall for time, all this time he was wondering what being hurt there could feel like, now suddenly, he realized he could be mere seconds away, and he was not ready, "But wait, we don't even know if-"
But it was too late, Mina had already planted her foot right between, right where he was sensitive the most.
Osmund's eye's went wide, it was worse than he could've imagined, instantly, he dropped to his knees grabbing himself, moaning, desperately wishing he could be trapped anywhere but his own body.
"Not me, not me," he moaned, "How could this be happening to me!"
But Mina was feeling none of that, just an overwhelming sense of self-conscious ecstasy building up in her at what she had just done to a guy.
She tried to not fall over in her amusement, "I can't believe I just did that," she rasped.
"Make it STOP!" Osmund moaned wretchedly, his very soul screaming with pain, "You don't even know if this'll work! UGHHHH!"
"Where about to find out," Mina said. She closed her eyes, wondering how this was supposed to work, then suddenly, in a flash, Osmund was back standing upright next to her, the expression on his face like nothing had ever happened. It worked, he had just been in absolute agony, and now he was like he never could imagine what h had just been through.
Osmund saw the look of mischievousness cross upon Mina's face, the emotions that had went through it before going through it all over again, "Wait, we don't even know if-"
But Mina didn't give him another moment, in an instant, Mina had once again planted her foot right where he was most sensitive.
Osmund's eyes went wide and he dropped to his knees once again, moaning horribly. "Not me, not me. How could this be happening to me!"
Mina burst out laughing hysterically, catching her sides trying to process that this had happened not once but twice in the same night. This was too good, she had always feared what would happen if she got him like that, that the magic of the first time would be over, that the consequences and the memories of each time would dampen the excitement of the next time, but now she could witness this whenever she wanted, however hard she wanted without having to worry about the lasting impacts, because those impacts could be deleted. It was too HILLARIOUS the possibilities!
"Make it STOP!" Osmund moaned wretchedly, "You don't even know if this'll work! UGHHHH!"
"Yes I did!" Mina burst out, "This is already the second time I've done it!"
Osmund's face went red, planting himself into the ground in agony, "No, it can't be! I would've remembered if this happened before, this HURTS SO MUCH!"
"Don't worry," said Mina, "It'll be like it never happened."
The world flashed again, and instantly, Osmund was once again standing in his upright position. She couldn't wipe the hilarity off her face, this was really happening.
"Wait," Osmund said, catching the look on her face, once again experiencing that sudden fear of what could be about to happen and not being ready for it (while it's already happened twice, so ready or not, it's a thing), "we don't even know if-"
"That's what you said the first two times," Mina said.
Osmund barely had a moment to process this before Mina once again planted her foot where she knew he could not bear.
His eyes went wide and he dropped to his knees, moaning in agony, "Not me, not me. This can't be happening to me!"
"You know what's funny," Mina laughed, "each time this happened, you said almost the same exact thing."
Osmund remained there clutching himself bitterly, "This can not be three times, this hurts too much for even once. UGHHHHH!"
"Oh Osmund," Mina said in admiration of her partner, so adorable folded up like that, "Get ready for round 4."
Osmund's eyes went wide, "Wha-!"
A flash and they had reset.
Osmund noticed Mina looking at him admiringly.
"What?" he asked confused, why was she looking at him like this right after that Goddess had showed up out of nowhere? "No wait, we don't even know if-"
"Oh Osmund!" Mina laughed, "Why does it have to be so funny!"
And with that, she kicked him once again, harder than ever before, so hard this time, she hoped it felt worse than death (Because in the end it would never matter).
Osmund's eyes popped like never before, and he collapsed, clutching himself in agony, saying his main lines with more angst than he had ever said before. Mina burst out laughing, clutching her sides desperately.
"Oh Osmund, you're so funny, every single time!"
Clutching her sides in laughter, she went to all fours, turning around and waving her tiny hiney at him (causing Osmund to flush through his pain), tittering in her own self-consciousness of her own amusing back-half, but once again loving the awareness of how different her own embarrassing region was from his sensitivity. She couldn't believe the situation, she couldn't believe him, that guys like Osmund could exist so separately and amusingly from girls like her. Still kneeling, she clutched her sides in desperate laughter. "And the fact that this could never happen to me, but it's happened to you four times...!"
She crumpled into the ground, rolling around on her back laughing hysterically, legs flailing in the air.
"PLEASE!" Osmund moaned "Make this stop! Go back and end this already!"
"No." Mina said decisively through laughter, "It's going to be erased anyway, it doesn't matter how long you lay there suffering-" The thought of what he must be going through and how little how long he had to go through it actually mattered when it was all erased... it didn't matter to Mina how desperate he got, because in the end it'd be like it never happened... but the fact of how unbearable it must be now that he couldn't bear that extra time Mina would make him go through until it didn't matter... it was just too much that she burst into uncontrollable, hysteric, flailing laugher she could not stop.
As Mina continued to laugh, Osmund continued to beg for her to make it stop, but she was too busy laughing that it all fell on deaf ears. Osmund struggled to bear through the pain with his very life, and he was failing desperately! IT HURT SO MUCH!
As Mina's laughter began to calm down, she caught glimpses of passerby's pausing to stare down at them. Mina realized it was probably time to move out of this spot.
Mina recovered her feet, but Osmund was still off his moaning on the ground (really, how hard did she kick him? Hopefully hard). Mina looked at a passerby, "You see," she replied, "he just went through something that could only happen to him..." her face lit up mischievously, they'd never remember it, so why not, "But never to me!" she thrust her hips, spinning around on her feet, emphasizing her much less sensitive lower half than him. Then, as she did so, there was a flash, and it all reset.
Mina stood there alone with Osmund, her face shining with the amusement of how much different she was than Osmund, Osmund noticed the look on her face, feeling all the emotions of fear of an oblivious-to-the-kinds-of-pains-a male-like-himself-could-face kind of possum that he was, "Wait, we don't even know if-"
Mina interrupted him, "Yes we do, four times!" Mina laughed, thinking of all her newfound memories, if only he knew.
Osmund stood their flabbergasted. Had Mina really seen him collapse in pain just like in the movies and he didn't even remember it? Had she really seen him in his most embarrassing male state, and he had no idea? He flushed. What embarrassing male memories did she have of him that he didn't even have of himself. He shifted his legs feeling completely strange in his own body of the things he couldn't even comprehend that had supposedly happened to himself. That couldn't be right, he felt like nothing had happened. He'd seen it happen to other males of course, but surely not him, right? If it was really as bad as they say, surely...
"Come on," said Mina, turning around on all fours to scamper home, waving her hiney at him in the process (Osmund blushed, but after all he'd been through, he deserved it), "It gets a little busy here soon, let's get home and try this again somewhere more discrete."
With that, Mina scampered off towards home. Osmund hesitated, second guessing the wisdom of following. Then he shrugged, just like now, he wouldn't remember any of it by the end anyway. Like if he didn't remember, it didn't happen, right? Unfortunately, as he followed Mina home, he was failing to think of all the regret and the pain that'd await him before it'd be undone in the first place.