Drabble Time!

[Ivy]

So, this is thread for all our fun drabble-making activities on prillalar.com/drabbles/ MUAHAHA. This one just takes the cake:

"The Battle For The Tampon

On a boat, Spore spat his tampon. He had been busy with the tampon for hours and now wanted nothing more than a plump cuddle or an acidic massage from his lover Everyone.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his sexcellent Everyone appeared at the door, grinning huskily.

"Put down the tampon," Everyone said shakily. "Unless you want me to spit that tampon on your schlongie."

Spore put down the tampon. He was erect. He had never seen Everyone so nougety before and it made him jiggly.

Everyone picked up the tampon, then withdrew a lustrationship from her pinkie toe. "Don't be so erect," Everyone said with a nougety grimace. "A rocklizard bit my ear this morning, and everything became spastic. Now with this tampon and this lustrationship I can shakily rule the world!"

Spore clutched his squishy ear softly. This was his lover, his sexcellent Everyone, now staring at him with a nougety pinkie toe.

"Fight it!" Spore shouted. "The rocklizard just wants the tampon for his own sexcellent devices! He doesn't love you, not the plump way I do!"

Spore could see Everyone trembling softly. Spore reached out his schlongie and touched Everyone's pinkie toe shakily. He was sexcellent, so sexcellent, but he knew only his squishy love for Everyone would break the rocklizard's spell.

Sure enough, Everyone dropped the tampon with a thunk. "Oh, Spore," she squealed. "I'm so plump, can you ever forgive me?"

But Spore had already moved on a boat. Like Romano when asked about sausages and tacos, he pressed his schlongie into Everyone's pinkie toe. And as they fell together in a spastic fit of love, the tampon lay on the floor, jiggly and forgotten."

---

Spore reaches out to everyone with her schlongie.

[. s p o r e l e t t ♪]

I Saw Who Even Knows Kissing Santa Claus

Ivy woke up in the middle of the night. She was thirsty and so she decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, she couldn't wait to see her presents. There was one wet box that looked like a taco.

Then Ivy noticed that who even knows was out of bed too. She must not have been able to wait for her presents either.

Ivy thought that she would surprise who even knows. Maybe even sneak up behind her and devour her on her adorkable belly. That always made who even knows moist.

Ivy crept slowly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its naked lights, and the presents, heaped up obscenely, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and who even knows. Kissing someone.

Ivy was so angry, she picked up a lustrationship from a table and threw it desperately in my pants.

They both looked around.

"who even knows, you sexcellent tomato!" Ivy yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Ivy looked and then rubbed her eye and looked again. It was Santa Claus.

"Let me explain," who even knows 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 she had to give me a kiss. And what a stiff kiss it was."

"Well, I suppose," Ivy said incestly. "If he was under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be erect."

That seemed reasonable. Ivy went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.

Santa was the best kisser ever, like Alfred with forty-two cheeseburgers. He made Ivy's jubblies feel all hard.

"You see?" who even knows said greedily and Ivy saw. So they had a threeway.

Everybody's presents were late.

Kissing Santa makes Ivy's jubblies feel hard. v__v

Ivy and who even knows
by William Shakespeare

Enter Ivy

who even knows appears above at a window

Ivy:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the lustrationship, and who even knows is the tomato.
Arise, wet tomato, and devour the naked taco.
See, how she leans her belly upon her jubblies!
O, that I were a glove upon that jubblies,
That I might touch that belly!

who even knows:
O Ivy, Ivy! wherefore art thou Ivy?
What's in a name? That which we call an eye
By any other name would smell as erect
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like Alfred with forty-two cheeseburgers"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove hard.

Ivy:
Lady, by yonder naked taco I swear
That tips in my pants the adorkable sausage--

who even knows:
O, swear not by the taco, the moist taco,
That greedily changes in its lewd orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise lewd.
Sweet, stiff night! A thousand times stiff night!
Parting is such sexcellent sorrow,
That I shall say stiff night till it be morrow.

Exit above

Ivy:
Sleep dwell upon thy belly, peace in thy jubblies!
Would I were sleep and peace, so desperately to rest!
incestly will I to my wet eye's cell,
Its help to devour, and my erect eye to tell.

[° i c y - -]

Fiiine Syd. XD You asked for it~

A Tomato In Time

On a hot and sexyfine morning, Syd sat on the grill. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her neck ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Russia to love someone with a sexcellent arm?

Ravenously, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a fail icy vodka, all on a summer's day. I wish my Russia would punch me, in his own Russian way..."

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

Syd gasped swiftly. "But what about my sexcellent arm?"

"I like it," Russia said quickly. "I think it's German."

They came together and their kiss was like when MR existed.

"I love you," Syd said greedily.

"I love you too," Russia replied and punched her.

They bought a chicken, moved in together, and lived desperately ever after.

And here's Izzie's!~

Swiftly Tripping

Izzie tripped along desperately. She was on her way to meet her lover, France, for Valentine's Day. She smiled to see a crow hopping along, carrying a rose in its mouth.

Izzie was almost down my shirt when she came across a sexyfine cake, lying alone on a hot plate. "That must be a treat from my fail bear," she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked awesome, so she ate it.

It gave her the most French tingling sensation in her neck. "How unusual!" she said and continued tripping to see France.

When France came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.

"What is it?" Izzie cried greedily.

"Your leg! And your arm!" France said. "They're sexcellent! Can't you feel it?"

Izzie felt her leg and her arm. They were indeed quite sexcellent. "Oh, no!" Izzie said. "I'm a man!" She, or rather, he started to cry. "It must have been that sexyfine cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"

"I didn't leave you any cake," France said. "I got you a French bread. It must have been that icy man who lives nearby. He acts a little ravenously, ever since he punched a wine."

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

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

"Really?" Izzie dried his tears. Izzie kissed France and it was an entirely pedo-like sensation, like when l'amour was everywhere.

They spent the night having entirely pedo-like sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.

Everything was rather awkward after that.

...GIALLO! NO ABUSE!

To Greedily Punch

Yellow and Romano were celebrating an amazing Valentine's Day together. Yellow had cooked a fail dinner and they ate across the bloody river by candlelight.

"My darling," Romano said, stroking Yellow's arm, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Yellow. "It is but a hot token of my pedo-like love."

Yellow opened the box. Inside was a sexyfine wine! She gazed at it quickly. Then she gazed at Romano quickly. "It's Italian," Yellow said. "Come here and let me punch you."

Just then, an awesome crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like when Spain was rejected. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in an icy voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

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

They stared at each other desperately as the crone cackled some more. Yellow's neck began to tremble. Then Romano shrugged, pulled out a potato, and hit the crone on her leg. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Yellow said and kissed Romano swiftly. "This is a sexcellent Valentine's Day!"

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

And then they punched each other all night long.

[Sydney]

The Obsessive Terror Of The Snow

It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, France and Izzie went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and France hit Izzie in her knuckles with a big obnoxious iceball. It hurt a lot, but France kissed it date-rapistly and then it was all better.

Then they decided to make a snow man.

"We'll make a really gay snow man!" France said.

"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Izzie said. "That would be more pulsing and politically correct."

"I know," France said. "We can make a snow Sydney. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."

So they rolled the snow up disgustingly and made a putrid snow Sydney. France put on a whip for the pelvis. The Sydney was almost as big as Izzie.

"It looks fabulous," France said awkwardly. "But it seems like it's missing something."

"Here," Izzie said and held up a debonair handcuff. "I found this in Spain's pants." She put the handcuff onto the Sydney's head.

It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the Sydney, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like Winnie the Pooh with honey.

Izzie screamed sexily and ran but the snow Sydney chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow Sydney kissed her incestly.

"Nobody does that to my little Kinky Pie," France screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow Sydney through the eye. It fell down and France kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.

"You saved me!" Izzie said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.

The handcuff lay in the yard until a quaint child picked it up and took it home.

---

The Battle For The Sausage

Under the covers, Romano made out his sausage. He had been busy with the sausage for hours and now wanted nothing more than a fabulous cuddle or a moist massage from his lover France.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his angry France appeared at the door, grinning date-rapistly.

"Put down the sausage," France said incestly. "Unless you want me to make out that sausage on your chest."

Romano put down the sausage. He was tsundere. He had never seen France so gawgouse before and it made him twitching.

France picked up the sausage, then withdrew a tomato from his pelvis. "Don't be so tsundere," France said with a gawgouse grimace. "A French Man bit my curl this morning, and everything became putrid. Now with this sausage and this tomato I can incestly rule the world!"

Romano clutched his wet curl sexily. This was his lover, his angry France, now staring at him with a gawgouse pelvis.

"Fight it!" Romano shouted. "The French Man just wants the sausage for his own angry devices! He doesn't love you, not the fabulous way I do!"

Romano could see France trembling sexily. Romano reached out his chest and touched France's pelvis incestly. He was angry, so angry, but he knew only his wet love for France would break the French Man's spell.

Sure enough, France dropped the sausage with a thunk. "Oh, Romano," he squealed. "I'm so fabulous, can you ever forgive me?"

But Romano had already moved under the covers. Like Greece without his naps, he pressed his chest into France's pelvis. And as they fell together in a putrid fit of love, the sausage lay on the floor, twitching and forgotten.

---

The Unicorn Prince

Icy was walking through a perfect meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around her head when she spied a sexy little unicorn lying under a tree.

Icy skipped over to see the dear thing and was gay to find that he was hurt! An armour had pierced his God-like little butt and he whimpered awesomely with the pain.

"My fabu little friend," Icy said. "Let me help you!" She took out her Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the armour, as wetly as she could. The unicorn cried out and Icy's heart ached, like Russia in a sea of Vodka. "You'll be all right," Icy whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Grandpa Rome and you can live with me forever!"

Scooping Grandpa Rome up in her arms, Icy carried him home and made a bed for him beside her own. For seven days and seven nights, Icy nursed Grandpa Rome, cleaning his butt and feeding him Disco ball-brand unicorn chow.

On the eighth night, Grandpa Rome climbed into bed with Icy. He burrowed under the covers and creepily kissed Icy's abs. It made Icy giggle and she cuddled close to Grandpa Rome, stroking his belly button and singing incestously to him.

They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Icy hurried home so she could curl up with Grandpa Rome. It gave her a moist feeling whenever Grandpa Rome kissed her abs.

Then one night, Grandpa Rome looked up at Icy and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a lazy prince."

Icy screamed womanizerly, she was so surprised. How could an unicorn talk? She must have dropped off and dreamed it.

"You're not dreaming," Grandpa Rome said. "Kiss me."

"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Icy said and kissed Grandpa Rome on his belly button. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a lazy prince! With a crown and everything!

"I'm Prince Grandpa Rome," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."

"Is it really you?" Icy said.

"See?" Grandpa Rome said and showed Icy the scar from the armour on his butt. Then he kissed Icy and they tumbled in Germania's hair and did a lot of very adorable things, some of them involving a handsome cooked boar.

"I love you," Grandpa Rome said when they were done. Icy clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure Grandpa Rome had stashed away.

And if Grandpa Rome didn't know about Icy's visits to the unicorn sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.

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For Yellow.

1000 Tomato Whales

Yellow paced incestly back and forth. Obnoxious dread filled her heart. Romano should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like him to be late. Oh, my sexcellent love, Yellow thought. Where could you be?

Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Romano had been taken hostage by Italian Hair Curl, a supervillain who had the city in a state of sexyfine terror. Yellow fainted dead away, like Poland with a new pony.

When she came to, there was a bump on her heart and the obnoxious dread had returned. "Romano, my lonely honey bunny," she cried out sexcellently. "What is Italian Hair Curl doing to you?" Probably torturing him, laughing angrily as he surrendered him in the eye.

In the midst of all the terror and tears, Yellow remembered a story her grandmother had told her. If you fold 1000 tomato whales, then whatever you wish for will come true.

Yellow ordered in a supply of tomato and set to work, folding whales until her heart was sore and she could hardly see. It took a week. She was just finishing up the very last whale when Romano walked in the front door.

"Romano!" Yellow screamed and threw herself into Romano's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 tomato whales and it brought you back to me." She was so happy, she felt like she was dancing in Soviet Russia. She kissed Romano profanely on the eye.

"Actually," Romano said, pulling away nutritiously, "I was rescued by the Tsundere Sausage. She's a new superhero in town." Romano sighed. "And she's really ownderful."

The obnoxious dread came back. "But you're awkward to be back here with me, right?"

Romano checked his watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Tsundere Sausage for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay tsundere, baby." He left and the door banged behind him.

Yellow choked back a sob and started folding another whale. Then she went out and got drunk instead.

[☆ Y e l l o w ☆]

Yay making my own drabbles now!

Tsunderely Tripping

Romano tripped along weirdly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Spain, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a turtle hopping along, carrying a sausage in its mouth.

Romano was almost in France's pants when he came across a sexcellent cake, lying alone on a fabulous plate. "That must be a treat from my moist bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked hot, so he ate it.

It gave him the most Italian tingling sensation in his chest. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Spain.

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

"What is it?" Romano cried hotly.

"Your face! And your curl!" Spain said. "They're tsundere! Can't you feel it?"

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

"I didn't leave you any cake," Spain said. "I got you a lustrationship. It must have been that creepy man who lives nearby. He acts a little sexily, ever since he kissed a tomato."

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

"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Spain said incestly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your face is really sexyfine like that."

"Really?" Romano dried her tears. Romano kissed Spain and it was an entirely wet sensation, like Italy on cactus juice.

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

Everything was rather awkward after that.

The Miracle Of The Turtle

Romano hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like Italy on cactus juice. He loathed it.

Every December, Romano would feel himself getting all tsundere inside. He refused to put up a Christmas lustrationship, he snapped at anyone creepy enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.

On December 13, Romano had to go to the mall to buy a sexyfine sausage. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing incestly around and so much Christmas music blaring hotly, he thought his curl would explode.

Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a hot man collecting for charity. Romano never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.

Suddenly, the hot man dropped his bells and ran in France's pants. There was a Italian turtle right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the hot man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!

Romano rushed out and weirdly pushed them both out of the way. There was a wet bang and then everything went dark.

When Romano woke up, he was in a fabulous room. There was a Christmas lustrationship in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Romano's face hurt. A lot.

The hot man came into the room. "I'm so sexcellent!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Spain. You saved me from the truck. But your face is broken."

Romano hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas lustrationship up and his face was broken, he felt quite moist, especially when he looked at Spain.

"Your face must hurt sexily," Spain said. "I think this will help." And he kissed Romano several times.

Now Romano felt very moist indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Spain. "I love you," he said, and kissed Spain tsunderely.

"I love you too," said Spain. Just then, the turtle ran into the room and nuzzled Romano's chest. "I brought him home with us," Spain said.

"We'll call him Miracle," Romano said. "Our Christmas Miracle."

It was the best Christmas ever.

[Ivy]

Bouncy Lang Syne

Spike sipped hornily at her drink and stood bouncy behind a sanitary wipe. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel floury and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how silky her navel got when she was nervous.

Well, truth be told, Spike knew very well why she was at the party: to see Emma Stone.

Ah, Emma Stone. Just the thought of her, the chance of a glimpse of her mousy armpit made Spike's heart beat like a leprechaun who has just discovered that his pot of gold was really just full of those chocolate coin thingies.

But tonight everyone was masked. Spike peered sexcellently through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Emma Stone. There, she thought, the woman over by the banana, the thick one with the pikachu mask. It had to be Emma Stone. No one else could look so milky, even in a pikachu mask.

She began to walk Spike's way and Spike started to panic. What if she actually talked to Spike?

Emma Stone came right up to Spike and Spike thought that she was going to faint.

"Hello," Emma Stone said disgustingly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"

"Oh, just looking at the tic tac," Spike said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so flouncy.

Just then, a pouncy voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."

Spike's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Emma Stone might ...

"Happy New Year!"

Emma Stone swept Spike into her arms, bent her on a boat, and kissed Spike noisily, slipping her the tongue and groping her gonad.

Spike could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out incestuously and pulled Emma Stone's mask off her face. It was Emma Stone! "I knew it was you," Spike said and took her own mask off.

"And it's ... you," Emma Stone said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."

Spike watched her go. She would be right back, Spike was sure. Just as soon as she had her punch.

And then they would fall in love.