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Late To The Game...

But, wanted to play, anyway... lifted from xmirax

The dreaded Valentine's Day Drabble-Matic


A Chair In Time

On a sweaty and lithe morning, Spike sat under the blanket. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His cock ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Angel to love someone with a solid chest?

Gently, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a smooth slender book, all on a summer's day. I wish my Angel would fondle me, in his own horny way..."

"Do you?" Angel sat down beside Spike and put his hand on Spike's leg. "I think that could be arranged."

Spike gasped quickly. "But what about my solid chest?"

"I like it," Angel said roughly. "I think it's gleaming."

They came together and their kiss was like the shimmering moonglow over a peaceful lake.

"I love you," Spike said noisily.

"I love you too," Angel replied and fondled him.

They bought a kitten, moved in together, and lived soothingly ever after.


Muscular Love

Spike finished packing. Ever since Angel, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Spike had been sweaty.

There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing fondled him, all was slender. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going under the blanket to become a lithe chair.

Just then, there was a smooth knock at the door. Spike opened it and stood there noisily for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his leg.

When Spike came to, Angel was holding his chest and looking solid. "My love," Angel said soothingly, "I'm sorry for the horny shock. I've been shipwrecked on a tall island for the last ten years, living like the shimmering moonglow over a peaceful lake. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my cock in the wreck. Can you still love me?"

Spike could hardly believe his Angel had returned. "I will always love you, cock or no cock. Besides, you can cover it up with a bed."

They embraced gently and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was gleaming.


The Adventure Of The Kitten

Spike and Angel were out for a slender Valentine's walk under the blanket. As they went, Angel rested his hand on Spike's chest. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so sweaty, Spike was filled with gleaming dread.

"Do you suppose it's tall here?" he asked soothingly.

"You horny silly," Angel said, tickling Spike with his book. "It's completely muscular."

Just then, a smooth kitten leapt out from behind a bed and fondled Angel in the leg. "Aaargh!" Angel screamed.

Things looked solid. But Spike, although he was lithe, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a chair and, like the shimmering moonglow over a peaceful lake, beat the kitten noisily until it ran off. "That will teach you to fondle innocent people."

Then he clasped Angel close. Angel was bleeding roughly. "My darling," Spike said, and pressed his lips to Angel's cock.

"I love you," Angel said quickly, and expired in Spike's arms.

Spike never loved again.


To Quickly Fondle

Spike and Angel were celebrating a smooth Valentine's Day together. Spike had cooked a solid dinner and they ate under the blanket by candlelight.

"My darling," Angel said, stroking Spike's cock, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Spike. "It is but a muscular token of my slender love."

Spike opened the box. Inside was a horny book! He gazed at it soothingly. Then he gazed at Angel soothingly. "It's tall," Spike said. "Come here and let me fondle you."

Just then, a gleaming crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like the shimmering moonglow over a peaceful lake. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a lithe voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Angel read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."

They stared at each other gently as the crone cackled some more. Spike's leg began to tremble. Then Angel shrugged, pulled out a bed, and hit the crone on her chest. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Spike said and kissed Angel roughly. "This is a sweaty Valentine's Day!"

They noisily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they fondled each other all night long.


A Bed In Time

On a muscular and horny morning, Spike sat under the blanket. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His leg ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Angel to love someone with a smooth cock?

Noisily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a solid sweaty chair, all on a summer's day. I wish my Angel would fondle me, in his own gleaming way..."

"Do you?" Angel sat down beside Spike and put his hand on Spike's chest. "I think that could be arranged."

Spike gasped roughly. "But what about my smooth cock?"

"I like it," Angel said gently. "I think it's slender."

They came together and their kiss was like the shimmering moonglow over a peaceful lake.

"I love you," Spike said soothingly.

"I love you too," Angel replied and fondled him.

They bought a kitten, moved in together, and lived quickly ever after.


Noisily Tripping

Spike tripped along roughly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Angel, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a kitten hopping along, carrying a chair in its mouth.

Spike was almost under the blanket when he came across a lithe cake, lying alone on a slender plate. "That must be a treat from my sweaty bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked horny, so he ate it.

It gave him the most gleaming tingling sensation in his cock. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Angel.

When Angel came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.

"What is it?" Spike cried gently.

"Your leg! And your chest!" Angel said. "They're smooth! Can't you feel it?"

Spike felt his leg and his chest. They were indeed quite smooth. "Oh, no!" Spike said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that lithe cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"

"I didn't leave you any cake," Angel said. "I got you a book. It must have been that solid man who lives nearby. He acts a little soothingly, ever since he fondled a bed."

"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Spike sobbed.

"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Angel said quickly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your leg is really muscular like that."

"Really?" Spike dried her tears. Spike kissed Angel and it was an entirely tall sensation, like the shimmering moonglow over a peaceful lake.

They spent the night having entirely tall sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.

Everything was rather awkward after that.


'Cause, you see... just once wasn't enough for me. Very, very silly.