For... well, Everyone...
If anyone feels emo, I hope this, at the very least, brings a smile to your lips.
Warnings--Seriously? Um.... NSFW!!!
I'm both sorry and you're welcome.
I think V gets the majority of the blame for this, but all of the ficchat peeps share some responsibility.
It had had a good existence. Just the summer before it had been full of strawberry preserves. Of course, that meant that it was more than familiar with sticky fingers, since the smaller female seemed to have decided that strawberry was her favorite kind of preserve.
Once the last traces of preserves had been exhumed from it, the taller female had immersed it in scalding hot water--after leaving it on the counter to reach room counter to prevent any cracks. In fact, it had to admit that it kind of loved the taller female. She took care with it and all its fellows.
When the water cooled a bit, it was scrubbed thoroughly and carefully, using a natural sponge to thoroughly remove any traces of the preserves while not scratching its smooth surfaces. It was then allowed to soak in vinegar water to allow it to keep an almost crystal-like shine.
All in all, as it was returned to the shelf with its comrades, most of whom were larger than it, it thanked whatever forces there were to thank that its component sand had been used to shape it into a mason jar.
However, one day, its life changed in ways that would haunt it forever.
The male grabbed it and took it to a room in which it had never been before. It was a small room and though it boasted a sink like its home, there was something about the room that felt very wrong to it.
Then IT happened!
At first, it was calm. It was carefully set on the counter. However, before she could breath a sigh of relief, the male was removing the clothing over the lower part of his body. Now, this was not the first time that it had seen the male’s male-parts. He often came into the kitchen late at night for food, and more often then not he was completely naked.
However, never had the dangly part been quite so pointy as it was now. And then the male started doing something to it, while looking at, what seemed to be, naked pictures of the tall-female.
It still did not know what was going to happen, but it was definitely scared.
Its worse fears were realized as the man groped for it and shifted to hold it under it’s pointy thing. After only a few more seconds, it was filled with a milky sticky substance that the man seemed to be spurting wildly into it.
Gently it was set on the counter, where it would have trembled if it could, as the man washed his hands and then carefully wiped down its outside, closed it with a lid, and then wiped the counter down.
It did not notice the way the tall-female rolled her eyes as the male set it in the refrigerator inside a brown paper.
Less than a day later, it sat inside another refrigerator, deep in a sulky depression. However, when it was moved into a bedroom later, and heard two females laughing over it and saying they could guess who the donor was, it began to become a bit curious.
Five years later, after being sterilized more times than it could count, and finally being considered clean again, it sat on a window full of water and a couple of flowers hand picked by a different small-female. A small female with whom it felt an odd connection and an odder pride.
Warnings--Seriously? Um.... NSFW!!!
I'm both sorry and you're welcome.
I think V gets the majority of the blame for this, but all of the ficchat peeps share some responsibility.
It had had a good existence. Just the summer before it had been full of strawberry preserves. Of course, that meant that it was more than familiar with sticky fingers, since the smaller female seemed to have decided that strawberry was her favorite kind of preserve.
Once the last traces of preserves had been exhumed from it, the taller female had immersed it in scalding hot water--after leaving it on the counter to reach room counter to prevent any cracks. In fact, it had to admit that it kind of loved the taller female. She took care with it and all its fellows.
When the water cooled a bit, it was scrubbed thoroughly and carefully, using a natural sponge to thoroughly remove any traces of the preserves while not scratching its smooth surfaces. It was then allowed to soak in vinegar water to allow it to keep an almost crystal-like shine.
All in all, as it was returned to the shelf with its comrades, most of whom were larger than it, it thanked whatever forces there were to thank that its component sand had been used to shape it into a mason jar.
However, one day, its life changed in ways that would haunt it forever.
The male grabbed it and took it to a room in which it had never been before. It was a small room and though it boasted a sink like its home, there was something about the room that felt very wrong to it.
Then IT happened!
At first, it was calm. It was carefully set on the counter. However, before she could breath a sigh of relief, the male was removing the clothing over the lower part of his body. Now, this was not the first time that it had seen the male’s male-parts. He often came into the kitchen late at night for food, and more often then not he was completely naked.
However, never had the dangly part been quite so pointy as it was now. And then the male started doing something to it, while looking at, what seemed to be, naked pictures of the tall-female.
It still did not know what was going to happen, but it was definitely scared.
Its worse fears were realized as the man groped for it and shifted to hold it under it’s pointy thing. After only a few more seconds, it was filled with a milky sticky substance that the man seemed to be spurting wildly into it.
Gently it was set on the counter, where it would have trembled if it could, as the man washed his hands and then carefully wiped down its outside, closed it with a lid, and then wiped the counter down.
It did not notice the way the tall-female rolled her eyes as the male set it in the refrigerator inside a brown paper.
Less than a day later, it sat inside another refrigerator, deep in a sulky depression. However, when it was moved into a bedroom later, and heard two females laughing over it and saying they could guess who the donor was, it began to become a bit curious.
Five years later, after being sterilized more times than it could count, and finally being considered clean again, it sat on a window full of water and a couple of flowers hand picked by a different small-female. A small female with whom it felt an odd connection and an odder pride.