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The Drabblemator
Nov. 30th, 2007 01:10 amCompliments of the drabble-matic at http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/
The Battle For The Cards
Under the table, Will smashed his cards. He had been busy with the cards for hours and now wanted nothing more than a stretchy cuddle or a furry massage from his lover Jack.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his long Jack appeared at the door, grinning weirdly.
"Put down the cards," Jack said hard. "Unless you want me to smash that cards on your finger."
Will put down the cards. He was filthy. He had never seen Jack so viscous before and it made him shiny.
Jack picked up the cards, then withdrew a dock from his foot. "Don't be so filthy," Jack said with a viscous grimace. "A fox bit my throat this morning, and everything became smelly. Now with this cards and this dock I can hard rule the world!"
Will clutched his green throat girlishly. This was his lover, his long Jack, now staring at him with a viscous foot.
"Fight it!" Will shouted. "The fox just wants the cards for his own long devices! He doesn't love you, not the stretchy way I do!"
Will could see Jack trembling girlishly. Will reached out his finger and touched Jack's foot hard. He was long, so long, but he knew only his green love for Jack would break the fox's spell.
Sure enough, Jack dropped the cards with a thunk. "Oh, Will," he squealed. "I'm so stretchy, can you ever forgive me?"
But Will had already moved under the table. Like a drunken ferret stumblig across piano keys, he pressed his finger into Jack's foot. And as they fell together in a smelly fit of love, the cards lay on the floor, shiny and forgotten.
BEWARE THE VISCOUS FOOT, AGENT 99!
The Battle For The Cards
Under the table, Will smashed his cards. He had been busy with the cards for hours and now wanted nothing more than a stretchy cuddle or a furry massage from his lover Jack.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his long Jack appeared at the door, grinning weirdly.
"Put down the cards," Jack said hard. "Unless you want me to smash that cards on your finger."
Will put down the cards. He was filthy. He had never seen Jack so viscous before and it made him shiny.
Jack picked up the cards, then withdrew a dock from his foot. "Don't be so filthy," Jack said with a viscous grimace. "A fox bit my throat this morning, and everything became smelly. Now with this cards and this dock I can hard rule the world!"
Will clutched his green throat girlishly. This was his lover, his long Jack, now staring at him with a viscous foot.
"Fight it!" Will shouted. "The fox just wants the cards for his own long devices! He doesn't love you, not the stretchy way I do!"
Will could see Jack trembling girlishly. Will reached out his finger and touched Jack's foot hard. He was long, so long, but he knew only his green love for Jack would break the fox's spell.
Sure enough, Jack dropped the cards with a thunk. "Oh, Will," he squealed. "I'm so stretchy, can you ever forgive me?"
But Will had already moved under the table. Like a drunken ferret stumblig across piano keys, he pressed his finger into Jack's foot. And as they fell together in a smelly fit of love, the cards lay on the floor, shiny and forgotten.
BEWARE THE VISCOUS FOOT, AGENT 99!
