Howard's End
Title: Howard's End
Word Count: 200
Prompt: Howard's End
Rating: G
Warning: None?
Characters: Howard, Vince, others mentioned.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Notes: accio_arse is at least partly to blame.
Bob Fossil had once given him coin for booty, asked him to shake it. Howard just assumed it was something he did with all new employees. Bainbridge once told him that, while he liked to see Howard go, he loved to watch him leave, and Howard had thought it an odd sort of insult. And each time he’d encountered Gregg, he had been spanked, caressed, or groped about his bottom by the creature. Howard began to think it some odd greeting between sea monsters and the objects of their affection.
It wasn’t until he caught Vince staring open-mouthed at his rear during a particularly vigorous satsuma fight that he began to suspect there might be something more to the Moon posterior.
“Have I got a nice bum?” he asked Vince one slow afternoon at the shop. To his surprise, Vince colored, stood up straight from where he leaned against the counter.
“Er.”
“Only, I wonder…. It isn’t altogether bad, is it?”
“Honestly?” Vince asked. Howard nodded uncertainly. “You’ve got a genius bum, Howard.”
“Really? Thank you. That’s kind of you, Vince.”
“It’s pretty tasty.”
“Right, that’s quite enough.”
“Even better than your delicious tits.”
“Oh...”
“Give us a squeeze?”
“...dear.”
Word Count: 200
Prompt: Howard's End
Rating: G
Warning: None?
Characters: Howard, Vince, others mentioned.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Notes: accio_arse is at least partly to blame.
Bob Fossil had once given him coin for booty, asked him to shake it. Howard just assumed it was something he did with all new employees. Bainbridge once told him that, while he liked to see Howard go, he loved to watch him leave, and Howard had thought it an odd sort of insult. And each time he’d encountered Gregg, he had been spanked, caressed, or groped about his bottom by the creature. Howard began to think it some odd greeting between sea monsters and the objects of their affection.
It wasn’t until he caught Vince staring open-mouthed at his rear during a particularly vigorous satsuma fight that he began to suspect there might be something more to the Moon posterior.
“Have I got a nice bum?” he asked Vince one slow afternoon at the shop. To his surprise, Vince colored, stood up straight from where he leaned against the counter.
“Er.”
“Only, I wonder…. It isn’t altogether bad, is it?”
“Honestly?” Vince asked. Howard nodded uncertainly. “You’ve got a genius bum, Howard.”
“Really? Thank you. That’s kind of you, Vince.”
“It’s pretty tasty.”
“Right, that’s quite enough.”
“Even better than your delicious tits.”
“Oh...”
“Give us a squeeze?”
“...dear.”