[FIC] Muffin - or - Pookie's Affair
Title: Muffin - or - Pookie’s Affair
Author: WickedGame
Rating: NC-17 for subject matter
Genre: humor, Pookie fic
Pairing: established 1=2 and 3=4 with some PxM, 2xPx4xM and mention of 1x3.
Warnings: umm… Pookie fic? So…crack…tentacle sex…foul language.
Notes: Written for corazon_d_fuego who is trying to quit caffeine and I said I would write some Pookie smut.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I do not own Pookie. I do own Muffin but you can use it. Pookie is owned by windandwater for conception and samikitty for artwork. Beta read by triowing.
Trowa and Quatre stepped up onto the porch of Heero and Duo’s house, and knocked on the door sharply. Trowa looked longingly at Quatre and then looked enviously at the carrier in his hand.
“Couldn’t you have left it at the hotel?” Trowa asked, not being able to help the jealous feelings inside of him.
“Muffin didn’t want to be left alone, and besides, Pookie needs a companion.” Quatre smiled happily at his new toy and then frowned at Trowa. “You gave him to me, remember? Why are you so bent out of shape about it?”
It was true. Trowa had bought the tentacle-like toy for Quatre after he had seen how much fun Duo had with it. What he hadn’t reckoned on was the fact that no matter how kinky the people of L3 were, he just couldn’t get used to the thing. That hadn’t been a problem for Quatre, who had taken to the toy he had named Muffin like a fish in water. Trowa had been privy to night time emissions that left their bed smelling somewhat like strawberry margaritas, and had witnessed more than once Quatre letting the appendages have their wicked way with him.
No matter how hard Muffin tried though, Trowa couldn’t derive pleasure from those slick tips and the smooth tightness of its squeezing. In the end, Quatre had taken complete possession of it and spoiled it like one spoiled a child.
Heero answered the door with a slight smile. “Come on in you guys, did your flight go well?”
“That Quatre and Trowa?” Duo called out from the back of the house.
“Yeah. Come say hi.” Heero motioned for them to drop their bags and take a seat. Quatre set the carrier Muffin resided in on the floor next to his chair and settled in for a nice visit with friends.
&~&~&~&
It was light now. It had been light and not dark for some time, and the long wait for pleasure had made its skin too hot and too slick. The very movement of appendages caused the warm secretions to spill from its very tips sporadically.
There was motion, and smells. It was not its smell, but it was smell and it promised pleasure of its own kind. It heard stuff squeezing, and stuff squirming, and then it was not alone- it was sharing its warmth and space with another of warmth and space.
Skin, but not its, gliding, and the hotness and slickness was like its own. Wrapping, probing, seeking, strawberry and coconut co-mingling as liquid seeped from multiple tips. Openings and flexing...thrusting and thrusting… always thrusting…tangles and waves and convulsing movements of release and completion…
&~&~&~&
“What’s that smell?” Duo asked, sitting down across from Quatre. “It smells like Pookie, but kind of not…?”
Quatre smiled brightly. “Trowa got me one! I named it Muffin.”
“Muffin’s the name of a dog or a rabbit,” Heero muttered but Quatre rambled on as he lifted the carrier from the floor. He looked at it and quickly frowned.
“What’s wrong?” Trowa asked.
“This is heavier than before. And Muffin smells like fruit salad, when it should smell like strawberry margaritas.”
Heero sighed and got up. He walked into the bedroom and then walked back out. “Duo, get Pookie away from Quatre’s… thing.”
Quatre gasped and Duo opened the carrier. “How do I tell which one’s mine?” he asked, staring at the mass of quivering tentacles. “Oh! I know.”
Quatre watched as Duo lifted one of the things and sucked on an appendage. “This one tastes like pineapple and coconut. Definitely Pookie.”
“Duo! Not in front of the guests!” Heero admonished, watching his lover give the blob messy head.
“Sowwy,” Duo said around a mouthful of now-thrusting Pookie. “e dun wan me oo top.”
Trowa looked at Quatre and rolled his eyes. Quatre’s eyes were intense with pleasure, watching Duo suck off his toy. “Say Duo, want to go into the bedroom and let Pookie and Muffin play together while we…?”
Duo looked at the two more staid gentlemen in the room and nodded. “Let’s get away from these fuddy-duddies.”
Heero looked at Trowa as their lovers walked away together, obviously intent on pleasuring themselves and their toys. “Want to go find a bar?”
Trowa smirked and advanced on Heero. “How about you show me the bedroom that isn’t invaded by little black blob-things.”
Heero smiled and led the way. The house filled with cries of contentment and completion and all the while Pookie stayed curled around Muffin, both of them only waiting for the chance to please again and again.
Author: WickedGame
Rating: NC-17 for subject matter
Genre: humor, Pookie fic
Pairing: established 1=2 and 3=4 with some PxM, 2xPx4xM and mention of 1x3.
Warnings: umm… Pookie fic? So…crack…tentacle sex…foul language.
Notes: Written for corazon_d_fuego who is trying to quit caffeine and I said I would write some Pookie smut.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I do not own Pookie. I do own Muffin but you can use it. Pookie is owned by windandwater for conception and samikitty for artwork. Beta read by triowing.
Trowa and Quatre stepped up onto the porch of Heero and Duo’s house, and knocked on the door sharply. Trowa looked longingly at Quatre and then looked enviously at the carrier in his hand.
“Couldn’t you have left it at the hotel?” Trowa asked, not being able to help the jealous feelings inside of him.
“Muffin didn’t want to be left alone, and besides, Pookie needs a companion.” Quatre smiled happily at his new toy and then frowned at Trowa. “You gave him to me, remember? Why are you so bent out of shape about it?”
It was true. Trowa had bought the tentacle-like toy for Quatre after he had seen how much fun Duo had with it. What he hadn’t reckoned on was the fact that no matter how kinky the people of L3 were, he just couldn’t get used to the thing. That hadn’t been a problem for Quatre, who had taken to the toy he had named Muffin like a fish in water. Trowa had been privy to night time emissions that left their bed smelling somewhat like strawberry margaritas, and had witnessed more than once Quatre letting the appendages have their wicked way with him.
No matter how hard Muffin tried though, Trowa couldn’t derive pleasure from those slick tips and the smooth tightness of its squeezing. In the end, Quatre had taken complete possession of it and spoiled it like one spoiled a child.
Heero answered the door with a slight smile. “Come on in you guys, did your flight go well?”
“That Quatre and Trowa?” Duo called out from the back of the house.
“Yeah. Come say hi.” Heero motioned for them to drop their bags and take a seat. Quatre set the carrier Muffin resided in on the floor next to his chair and settled in for a nice visit with friends.
&~&~&~&
It was light now. It had been light and not dark for some time, and the long wait for pleasure had made its skin too hot and too slick. The very movement of appendages caused the warm secretions to spill from its very tips sporadically.
There was motion, and smells. It was not its smell, but it was smell and it promised pleasure of its own kind. It heard stuff squeezing, and stuff squirming, and then it was not alone- it was sharing its warmth and space with another of warmth and space.
Skin, but not its, gliding, and the hotness and slickness was like its own. Wrapping, probing, seeking, strawberry and coconut co-mingling as liquid seeped from multiple tips. Openings and flexing...thrusting and thrusting… always thrusting…tangles and waves and convulsing movements of release and completion…
&~&~&~&
“What’s that smell?” Duo asked, sitting down across from Quatre. “It smells like Pookie, but kind of not…?”
Quatre smiled brightly. “Trowa got me one! I named it Muffin.”
“Muffin’s the name of a dog or a rabbit,” Heero muttered but Quatre rambled on as he lifted the carrier from the floor. He looked at it and quickly frowned.
“What’s wrong?” Trowa asked.
“This is heavier than before. And Muffin smells like fruit salad, when it should smell like strawberry margaritas.”
Heero sighed and got up. He walked into the bedroom and then walked back out. “Duo, get Pookie away from Quatre’s… thing.”
Quatre gasped and Duo opened the carrier. “How do I tell which one’s mine?” he asked, staring at the mass of quivering tentacles. “Oh! I know.”
Quatre watched as Duo lifted one of the things and sucked on an appendage. “This one tastes like pineapple and coconut. Definitely Pookie.”
“Duo! Not in front of the guests!” Heero admonished, watching his lover give the blob messy head.
“Sowwy,” Duo said around a mouthful of now-thrusting Pookie. “e dun wan me oo top.”
Trowa looked at Quatre and rolled his eyes. Quatre’s eyes were intense with pleasure, watching Duo suck off his toy. “Say Duo, want to go into the bedroom and let Pookie and Muffin play together while we…?”
Duo looked at the two more staid gentlemen in the room and nodded. “Let’s get away from these fuddy-duddies.”
Heero looked at Trowa as their lovers walked away together, obviously intent on pleasuring themselves and their toys. “Want to go find a bar?”
Trowa smirked and advanced on Heero. “How about you show me the bedroom that isn’t invaded by little black blob-things.”
Heero smiled and led the way. The house filled with cries of contentment and completion and all the while Pookie stayed curled around Muffin, both of them only waiting for the chance to please again and again.