Day 21: "Expansion Pack" (Toy Story, Mister Potatohead, Hard R?)
Title: Expansion Pack
Fandom: Toy Story
Character: Mister Potatohead
Rating: hard R? I have no idea.
Words: ~650
A/N: Well, hey. I started off with Buzz, so why not?
Expansion Pack
"Don't forget your angry eyes!"
Mister Potatohead heaved a sigh and held still for the wife to toss his spare eyes in the back, hoping for all he was worth she didn't decide to dig around in his compartment.
Not that he didn't like that sort of thing from time to time, you understand, but today he really wanted to get out the door, and if she found his erect penis in there with his angry eyes, there would just be questions.
Fortunately, she barely opened his hatch, tossing in his eyes and …from the heavy thump, his work boots, and closed him up with a pat on the rear. "Have fun," she said.
For a moment he thought she was going to forget to add, "and don't be laaaate" (as if he could possibly for an instant forget how she would feel about that. Honestly), but then she shouted after him, and he turned to nod, biting his tongue so as not to start an argument.
As soon as he got out the door he stopped and traded lips; now that tongue hurt.
Finally, he was around the corner and in the bushes, where he was to wait for Slinky Dog, who had been off on some errand the nature of which he hadn't been privy to.
Which was why he'd packed his erect penis, because seriously, waiting wasn't all that much fun alone, and since Rex was always busy these days with Bo Peep (he tried not to consider all the ways this could end badly) and Woody and Buzz apparently had some sort of complicated arrangement with Jessie, no one else was available to sit with him. He rummaged in his compartment and found the relevant part and swapped it out, then settled in the shade.
He kept his regular groin handy; you never knew when you were going to have to make a speedy switch.
It was nice and cool out here, which was a pleasant change of pace. He loved his wife--he did (mostly)--but they were baking potatoes, and sometimes things were just a bit too warm for his liking. Of course, the time he'd mentioned the heat becoming a bit of a problem as it was difficult to keep going all sweaty, she'd gone all crisp and overdone for a week, and he didn't want mashing, so he'd come up with this alternative.
His erect penis attachment was firm in his plastic hand: firm and cool in the lovely breeze as he waited, and he slid the hand up and down at a leisurely pace, speeding up only when he saw Slink coming around the corner. It always took the dog a minute to get organized after a turn, so he had enough time--barely--but he had to hurry. He moved faster, keeping his free hand on his regular groin for fast switching. Just another minute now--he moved faster yet and tried not to grunt loud enough to be overheard. He wasso close!
And then--oh no!--here came Sid, crashing through the bushes and grinning wickedly at his find.
Mister Potatohead had no choice.
He froze, hand on his erect penis attachment, halfway in the middle of coming.
Sid picked him up, poked his penis, and laughed, metal braces gleaming wickedly in the sun, before taking off for his horrible room
Mister Potatohead could all but hear his wife shouting now, at the foolishness of being distracted, at getting caught doing something interesting, and, and, and doing that.
He concluded probably it was best if Sid decided to keep him.
He waited until the boy was looking, then deliberately gave one more stroke, and came.
Sid stared, then smiled more broadly yet, and snickered, "Do it again."
Mister Potatohead realized, all at once, he hadn't brought his regular groin with him. Oh, shit.
Fandom: Toy Story
Character: Mister Potatohead
Rating: hard R? I have no idea.
Words: ~650
A/N: Well, hey. I started off with Buzz, so why not?
Expansion Pack
"Don't forget your angry eyes!"
Mister Potatohead heaved a sigh and held still for the wife to toss his spare eyes in the back, hoping for all he was worth she didn't decide to dig around in his compartment.
Not that he didn't like that sort of thing from time to time, you understand, but today he really wanted to get out the door, and if she found his erect penis in there with his angry eyes, there would just be questions.
Fortunately, she barely opened his hatch, tossing in his eyes and …from the heavy thump, his work boots, and closed him up with a pat on the rear. "Have fun," she said.
For a moment he thought she was going to forget to add, "and don't be laaaate" (as if he could possibly for an instant forget how she would feel about that. Honestly), but then she shouted after him, and he turned to nod, biting his tongue so as not to start an argument.
As soon as he got out the door he stopped and traded lips; now that tongue hurt.
Finally, he was around the corner and in the bushes, where he was to wait for Slinky Dog, who had been off on some errand the nature of which he hadn't been privy to.
Which was why he'd packed his erect penis, because seriously, waiting wasn't all that much fun alone, and since Rex was always busy these days with Bo Peep (he tried not to consider all the ways this could end badly) and Woody and Buzz apparently had some sort of complicated arrangement with Jessie, no one else was available to sit with him. He rummaged in his compartment and found the relevant part and swapped it out, then settled in the shade.
He kept his regular groin handy; you never knew when you were going to have to make a speedy switch.
It was nice and cool out here, which was a pleasant change of pace. He loved his wife--he did (mostly)--but they were baking potatoes, and sometimes things were just a bit too warm for his liking. Of course, the time he'd mentioned the heat becoming a bit of a problem as it was difficult to keep going all sweaty, she'd gone all crisp and overdone for a week, and he didn't want mashing, so he'd come up with this alternative.
His erect penis attachment was firm in his plastic hand: firm and cool in the lovely breeze as he waited, and he slid the hand up and down at a leisurely pace, speeding up only when he saw Slink coming around the corner. It always took the dog a minute to get organized after a turn, so he had enough time--barely--but he had to hurry. He moved faster, keeping his free hand on his regular groin for fast switching. Just another minute now--he moved faster yet and tried not to grunt loud enough to be overheard. He wasso close!
And then--oh no!--here came Sid, crashing through the bushes and grinning wickedly at his find.
Mister Potatohead had no choice.
He froze, hand on his erect penis attachment, halfway in the middle of coming.
Sid picked him up, poked his penis, and laughed, metal braces gleaming wickedly in the sun, before taking off for his horrible room
Mister Potatohead could all but hear his wife shouting now, at the foolishness of being distracted, at getting caught doing something interesting, and, and, and doing that.
He concluded probably it was best if Sid decided to keep him.
He waited until the boy was looking, then deliberately gave one more stroke, and came.
Sid stared, then smiled more broadly yet, and snickered, "Do it again."
Mister Potatohead realized, all at once, he hadn't brought his regular groin with him. Oh, shit.