Sillyfic: "Mind the felt", FRM, Spike/Puppet!Angel
Written for slashthedrabble's challenge of "That's So Wrong!"
Rated: FRM
Spike/Angel!Puppet. Guest starring Harmony.
300 words
Mind the Felt
Harmony pushed the door open and strode into Angel’s office, documents in hand. “Hey Ang-” She stopped mid-sentence, seeing only Spike sitting at the desk and looking quite…content.
“Hi Spike,” she said more formally and with a sniff. “Have you seen the boss?”
“’Course. He’s right here.” Spike pushed the chair away from the desk revealing the mass of naked pink felt in his lap busily working his cock with little felt hands and little felt teeth, nylon tuft of black hair bobbing up and down.
“Oh. My. God.” Harmony turned a shade of what would be called pale even for a vampire, her eyes flicking a rapid triangle between the pile of puppet clothes on the desk, her puppet boss giving fellatio to her ex-boyfriend, and Spike’s smug smirk.
Angel sighed and looked up. “Harmony, do you mind?” Harmony noticed the thin puppet lips were set in a decidedly stern frown. His face seemed odd without a nose but then she realized he must have taken it off to…she left that blank unfilled. Then she noticed that the Angel puppet was anatomically correct. The little strip of felt was most definitely pointing skyward…
“That’s just wrong!” she squeaked, and fled, dropping several files in her hurry to rush out.
“Wonder what’s got the bint so uptight? I don’t see anything wrong,” Spike commented.
Angel shrugged. “Guess some people just can’t stand the thought of gay sex.” Spike leaned back as the feel of soft, nappy felt stroking his cock resumed.
“Just try to warn me this time before you come? The stains are hard to get out, and dry cleaning is literally a pain…”
“I could just throw you in the wash…”
Angel glared upward. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Er…right. Mind the felt it is…”
Rated: FRM
Spike/Angel!Puppet. Guest starring Harmony.
300 words
Mind the Felt
Harmony pushed the door open and strode into Angel’s office, documents in hand. “Hey Ang-” She stopped mid-sentence, seeing only Spike sitting at the desk and looking quite…content.
“Hi Spike,” she said more formally and with a sniff. “Have you seen the boss?”
“’Course. He’s right here.” Spike pushed the chair away from the desk revealing the mass of naked pink felt in his lap busily working his cock with little felt hands and little felt teeth, nylon tuft of black hair bobbing up and down.
“Oh. My. God.” Harmony turned a shade of what would be called pale even for a vampire, her eyes flicking a rapid triangle between the pile of puppet clothes on the desk, her puppet boss giving fellatio to her ex-boyfriend, and Spike’s smug smirk.
Angel sighed and looked up. “Harmony, do you mind?” Harmony noticed the thin puppet lips were set in a decidedly stern frown. His face seemed odd without a nose but then she realized he must have taken it off to…she left that blank unfilled. Then she noticed that the Angel puppet was anatomically correct. The little strip of felt was most definitely pointing skyward…
“That’s just wrong!” she squeaked, and fled, dropping several files in her hurry to rush out.
“Wonder what’s got the bint so uptight? I don’t see anything wrong,” Spike commented.
Angel shrugged. “Guess some people just can’t stand the thought of gay sex.” Spike leaned back as the feel of soft, nappy felt stroking his cock resumed.
“Just try to warn me this time before you come? The stains are hard to get out, and dry cleaning is literally a pain…”
“I could just throw you in the wash…”
Angel glared upward. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Er…right. Mind the felt it is…”