| drabble-matic(Shiro/Errow style) |
[14 Apr 2008|01:40am] |
( The Hot Stranger )
The Battle For The Couch
Against the wall, Shiro licked his couch. He had been busy with the couch for hours and now wanted nothing more than a beautiful cuddle or a smooth massage from his lover Errow.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his silky Errow appeared at the door, grinning sexually.
"Put down the couch," Errow said sharply. "Unless you want me to lick that couch on your foot."
Shiro put down the couch. He was hungry. He had never seen Errow so big before and it made him long.
Errow picked up the couch, then withdrew a bed from his neck. "Don't be so hungry," Errow said with a big grimace. "A kitty bit my hand this morning, and everything became hot. Now with this couch and this bed I can sharply rule the world!"
Shiro clutched his sweet hand heavily. This was his lover, his silky Errow, now staring at him with a big neck.
"Fight it!" Shiro shouted. "The kitty just wants the couch for his own silky devices! He doesn't love you, not the beautiful way I do!"
Shiro could see Errow trembling heavily. Shiro reached out his foot and touched Errow's neck sharply. He was silky, so silky, but he knew only his sweet love for Errow would break the kitty's spell.
Sure enough, Errow dropped the couch with a thunk. "Oh, Shiro," he squealed. "I'm so beautiful, can you ever forgive me?"
But Shiro had already moved against the wall. Like fuzzy kittens in a washing machine, he pressed his foot into Errow's neck. And as they fell together in a hot fit of love, the couch lay on the floor, long and forgotten.
A Hot Occurrence
Shiro paced up and down, jiggling his neck. His very good friend, Mary Sue Bed, had arranged to meet him here against the wall. "I have something smooth to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Bed was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Shiro expected to see her bounce up, her big hair streaming behind her and her shiny eyes aglow.
Shiro heard footsteps, but they seemed rather silky for a delicate and long girl like Mary Sue Bed, whose tread was beautiful. He turned around and found Errow staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Errow said sexually. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Shiro had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so boldly. "Mary Sue Bed asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Errow, his foot began to throb grandly.
"Oh," Errow said, sharply. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Shiro said and caught Errow by his hand. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Errow said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like fuzzy kittens in a washing machine.
From behind a couch, Mary Sue Bed watched with a sweet light in her hungry eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Shiro/Errow". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the kitty from extinction.
To Heavily Lick
Shiro and Errow were celebrating a big Valentine's Day together. Shiro had cooked a hot dinner and they ate against the wall by candlelight.
"My darling," Errow said, stroking Shiro's foot, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Shiro. "It is but a silky token of my sweet love."
Shiro opened the box. Inside was a smooth rocket! He gazed at it boldly. Then he gazed at Errow boldly. "It's long," Shiro said. "Come here and let me lick you."
Just then, a shiny crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like fuzzy kittens in a washing machine. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a beautiful voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Errow read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other grandly as the crone cackled some more. Shiro's neck began to tremble. Then Errow shrugged, pulled out a bed, and hit the crone on her hand. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Shiro said and kissed Errow sharply. "This is a hungry Valentine's Day!"
They sexually burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they licked each other all night long.[this one is so Errow. XDD]
Smooth Lang Syne
Shiro sipped heavily at his drink and stood smooth behind a rocket. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel sweet and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how shiny his hand got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Shiro knew very well why he was at the party: to see Errow.
Ah, Errow. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his hot neck made Shiro's heart beat like fuzzy kittens in a washing machine.
But tonight everyone was masked. Shiro peered sexually through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Errow. There, he thought, the man over by the bed, the hungry one with the kitty mask. It had to be Errow. No one else could look so big, even in a kitty mask.
He began to walk Shiro's way and Shiro started to panic. What if he actually talked to Shiro?
Errow came right up to Shiro and Shiro thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Errow said grandly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the couch," Shiro said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so beautiful.
Just then, a long voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Shiro's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Errow might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Errow swept Shiro into his arms, bent him against the wall, and kissed Shiro boldly, slipping him the tongue and groping his foot.
Shiro could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out sharply and pulled Errow's mask off his face. It was Errow! "I knew it was you," Shiro said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Errow said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Shiro watched him go. He would be right back, Shiro was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.[This one made me sad. :[ poor shiro.]
I'm Dreaming Of A Smooth Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Shiro sat grandly against the wall, sipping hungry eggnog.
He looked at the hot rocket hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Errow had hung it there, just before they looked at each other heavily and then fell into each other's arms and licked each other's hand.
If only I hadn't been so big, Shiro thought, pouring a silky amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Errow might not have got so sweet and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a long tear and held his foot in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a beautiful voice lifted boldly up in song.
I'm dreaming of a smooth Christmas
Just like fuzzy kittens in a washing machine
Shiro ran to the door. It was Errow, looking shiny all over with snow.
"I missed you sharply," Errow said. "And I wanted to lick your hand again."
Shiro hugged Errow and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Errow said.
"I think so too," Shiro said and they licked each other's hand until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted kitty neck and lived sexually until Shiro got drunk again.
1000 Bed Kittys
Shiro paced sharply back and forth. Sweet dread filled his heart. Errow should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like him to be late. Oh, my long love, Shiro thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Errow had been taken hostage by Big Neck, a supervillain who had the city in a state of smooth terror. Shiro fainted dead away, like fuzzy kittens in a washing machine.
When he came to, there was a bump on his foot and the sweet dread had returned. "Errow, my hot honey bunny," he cried out boldly. "What is Big Neck doing to you?" Probably torturing him, laughing sexually as he licked him in the hand.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Shiro remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 bed kittys, then whatever you wish for will come true.
Shiro ordered in a supply of bed and set to work, folding kittys until his foot was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last kitty when Errow walked in the front door.
"Errow!" Shiro screamed and threw himself into Errow's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 bed kittys and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing against the wall. He kissed Errow heavily on the hand.
"Actually," Errow said, pulling away grandly, "I was rescued by the Hungry Couch. He's a new superhero in town." Errow sighed. "And he's really shiny."
The sweet dread came back. "But you're beautiful to be back here with me, right?"
Errow checked his watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Hungry Couch for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay silky, baby." He left and the door banged behind him.
Shiro choked back a sob and started folding another kitty. Then he went out and got drunk instead.[D:]
I Saw Errow Kissing Santa Claus
Shiro woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one silky box that looked like a rocket.
Then Shiro noticed that Errow was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Shiro thought that he would surprise Errow. Maybe even sneak up behind him and lick him on his big neck. That always made Errow beautiful.
Shiro crept sexually down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its hungry lights, and the presents, heaped up boldly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Errow. Kissing someone.
Shiro was so angry, he picked up a bed from a table and threw it heavily against the wall.
They both looked around.
"Errow, you hot kitty!" Shiro yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Shiro looked and then rubbed his foot and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Errow said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a long kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Shiro said grandly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be sweet."
That seemed reasonable. Shiro went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like fuzzy kittens in a washing machine. He made Shiro's hand feel all smooth.
"You see?" Errow said sharply and Shiro saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.[O_______________________________O naughty...]
Grandly Tripping
Shiro tripped along sexually. He was on his way to meet his lover, Errow, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a kitty hopping along, carrying a rocket in its mouth.
Shiro was almost against the wall when he came across a big cake, lying alone on a hungry plate. "That must be a treat from my silky bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked long, so he ate it.
It gave him the most smooth tingling sensation in his neck. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Errow.
When Errow came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Shiro cried boldly.
"Your foot! And your hand!" Errow said. "They're shiny! Can't you feel it?"
Shiro felt his foot and his hand. They were indeed quite shiny. "Oh, no!" Shiro said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that big cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Errow said. "I got you a bed. It must have been that hot man who lives nearby. He acts a little heavily, ever since he licked a couch."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Shiro sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Errow said sharply, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your foot is really beautiful like that."
"Really?" Shiro dried her tears. Shiro kissed Errow and it was an entirely sweet sensation, like fuzzy kittens in a washing machine.
They spent the night having entirely sweet sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.[klah;g jkdf XDDD]
A Hungry Day To Lick
Shiro stepped heavily out into the beautiful sunshine, and admired Errow's foot. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a silky sight."
Errow climbed off the couch and walked sharply across the grass to greet his lover. Shiro patted Errow on the hand and then tried to lick him boldly, but without success.
"That's all right," Errow said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not shiny," Shiro. "Not as shiny as the time we licked against the wall."
Errow nodded grandly. "We were big back in those days."
"Our necks were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Shiro said. "Everything seems sweet and long when you're young."
"Of course," Errow said. "But now we're smooth, we can still have fun. If we go about it sexually."
"Sexually?" Shiro said . "But how?"
"With this," Errow said and held out a hot rocket. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to lick."
Shiro swallowed the rocket at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to lick sexually. They licked like fuzzy kittens in a washing machine. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
omg, i'm never gonna get tired of this...but i needs to sleep. :[
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