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Drabbles....XD
A drabble I got at Drabble-Matic
Soon Tripping
Milo tripped along late. He was on his way to meet his lover, Camus, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a cat hopping along, carrying a chains in its mouth.
Milo was almost on the dresser when he came across a strong cake, lying alone on a nice plate. "That must be a treat from my alluring bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked adorable, so he ate it.
It gave him the most sensual tingling sensation in his groin. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Camus.
When Camus came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Milo cried heavily.
"Your chest! And your mouth!" Camus said. "They're soft! Can't you feel it?"
Milo felt his chest and his mouth. They were indeed quite soft. "Oh, no!" Milo said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that strong cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Camus said. "I got you a sheets. It must have been that angry man who lives nearby. He acts a little angrily, ever since he touched a bed."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Milo sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Camus said lovely, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your chest is really passionate like that."
"Really?" Milo dried her tears. Milo kissed Camus and it was an entirely handsome sensation, as white and pristine as snow was in Siberia.
They spent the night having entirely handsome sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
Nice Lang Syne
Milo sipped soon at his drink and stood nice behind a bed. 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 soft and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how sensual his chest got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Milo knew very well why he was at the party: to see Camus.
Ah, Camus. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his passionate mouth made Milo's heart beat as white and pristine as snow was in Siberia.
But tonight everyone was masked. Milo peered heavily through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Camus. There, he thought, the man over by the sheets, the handsome one with the cat mask. It had to be Camus. No one else could look so strong, even in a cat mask.
He began to walk Milo's way and Milo started to panic. What if he actually talked to Milo?
Camus came right up to Milo and Milo thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Camus said angrily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the chains," Milo said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so angry.
Just then, an alluring voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Milo's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Camus might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Camus swept Milo into his arms, bent him on the dresser, and kissed Milo lovely, slipping him the tongue and groping his groin.
Milo could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out late and pulled Camus's mask off his face. It was Camus! "I knew it was you," Milo said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Camus said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Milo watched him go. He would be right back, Milo was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
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The second one was great too (and very yummy/hot as well as romantic! *___*), but I'm still under the effects of the first one, *rotlf* XD
*re-reading and giggling madly still* Oh the last line of the first one!!! *ROTFL* XD
(the last line of the second one is emotioning, btw! :D) Milo is so cute! *LOVES the way you made him/her sound*
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I'm very happy you've liked them ^^
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