Journey to the Lumber Yard, Part Three
Title: Journey to the Lumber Yard, Part Three
Author: profbutters, leilia, docnerd
Rating: Adult Situations
Universes: Squeaky Clean, Yakko's World OWBC, Vetinari Dualegacy
Summary: Yakko, Spider, and Max find mammaries, to Yakko's satisfaction
Notes: It is late and we are getting punchy.
“I would like to point out that this was, in fact, your idea,” Spider said, peering through the bushes.
“Yes, it was,” Max said, satisfied.
“Oooh, they have volleyball!” Yakko cheered. His head bobbed in small arcs as he followed the bouncing. “And they have old nurses and young nurses and nurses of all shapes and sizes! Do you think I can go play with them?”
“Yeah, go have fun,” Spider said flatly. “Go knock yourself out.”
“Yay!” Yakko bounced through the bushes, calling, “Hello nurse! Can I serve next?” As he reached the sand, he tossed his pants back over the bushes.
After a few minutes of observation, Max said, “He is clearly enjoying himself. And the 'boobies' are indeed real.”
Spider shuddered. “Oh, God. I know. So much jiggling.”
“They seem to be quite taken with him.”
“As long as they keep him.”
“You are not, in fact, having a good time?” Max inquired.
“Well, at least I'm getting fresh air and sunshine.” Spider glanced back through the bushes. “Let's face it, this day has pretty much been a wash. Not that I don't like Yakko, because he has his moments, but he has a way of derailing the best laid plans. It's just that strip clubs are sort of vortexes of ickiness, and this beach-yeah, we both know I'm not terribly shy, but if I want to see you naked, believe me, I will communicate that to you privately.”
“Someone just gave Yakko a bottle of YooHoo,” Max said. “Now might be an appropriate time to intervene.”
Yakko came back over to the bushes with his YooHoo. “They gave me a YooHoo and they let me play games and the boobies are real! This is the best day ever! Can we stay?”
“No,” Spider said, barely keeping the snarl out of his voice. “But I bet Zane would love to hear all about your wonderful day. Why don't we go back to the garden?”
“Okay! Where are my pants?” Yakko asked.
“Here are your trousers. They may be a bit worse for the wear.” Max shook out Yakko's pants and handed them over.
Yakko chugged his YooHoo, set the bottle down, and pulled on his pants.
Before there was a chance for further distraction, Spider grabbed Yakko and Max and teleported them back to his garden.
“I'll go tell Zane all about the fun we had today!” Yakko chirped. “I'm sure he'll want to see it for himself! They're having a cookout and s'mores tonight!”
“Make it so,” Max said calmly.
“You can go back to snake wrestling!” Yakko said before disappearing with a pop.
Spider Jerusalem flopped onto his back on the ground. “At least he's Zane's problem now.”
“That is certainly one consolation,” Max agreed, folding his long legs beneath him.
“Do you want me to say it? You won. Congratulations, you are the winner. That was quite possibly the least erotic afternoon ever.”
“It does not need to remain so,” Max pointed out. He reached over to the nearest plant, plucked a flower, and handed it to Spider, stretching out next to him.
Spider ran the blossom over Max's mouth. “Well, aren't you just full of good ideas today?”
Max coaxed Spider's face down to his. “Yes.” Occasionally it was good to have the last word.
Author: profbutters, leilia, docnerd
Rating: Adult Situations
Universes: Squeaky Clean, Yakko's World OWBC, Vetinari Dualegacy
Summary: Yakko, Spider, and Max find mammaries, to Yakko's satisfaction
Notes: It is late and we are getting punchy.
“I would like to point out that this was, in fact, your idea,” Spider said, peering through the bushes.
“Yes, it was,” Max said, satisfied.
“Oooh, they have volleyball!” Yakko cheered. His head bobbed in small arcs as he followed the bouncing. “And they have old nurses and young nurses and nurses of all shapes and sizes! Do you think I can go play with them?”
“Yeah, go have fun,” Spider said flatly. “Go knock yourself out.”
“Yay!” Yakko bounced through the bushes, calling, “Hello nurse! Can I serve next?” As he reached the sand, he tossed his pants back over the bushes.
After a few minutes of observation, Max said, “He is clearly enjoying himself. And the 'boobies' are indeed real.”
Spider shuddered. “Oh, God. I know. So much jiggling.”
“They seem to be quite taken with him.”
“As long as they keep him.”
“You are not, in fact, having a good time?” Max inquired.
“Well, at least I'm getting fresh air and sunshine.” Spider glanced back through the bushes. “Let's face it, this day has pretty much been a wash. Not that I don't like Yakko, because he has his moments, but he has a way of derailing the best laid plans. It's just that strip clubs are sort of vortexes of ickiness, and this beach-yeah, we both know I'm not terribly shy, but if I want to see you naked, believe me, I will communicate that to you privately.”
“Someone just gave Yakko a bottle of YooHoo,” Max said. “Now might be an appropriate time to intervene.”
Yakko came back over to the bushes with his YooHoo. “They gave me a YooHoo and they let me play games and the boobies are real! This is the best day ever! Can we stay?”
“No,” Spider said, barely keeping the snarl out of his voice. “But I bet Zane would love to hear all about your wonderful day. Why don't we go back to the garden?”
“Okay! Where are my pants?” Yakko asked.
“Here are your trousers. They may be a bit worse for the wear.” Max shook out Yakko's pants and handed them over.
Yakko chugged his YooHoo, set the bottle down, and pulled on his pants.
Before there was a chance for further distraction, Spider grabbed Yakko and Max and teleported them back to his garden.
“I'll go tell Zane all about the fun we had today!” Yakko chirped. “I'm sure he'll want to see it for himself! They're having a cookout and s'mores tonight!”
“Make it so,” Max said calmly.
“You can go back to snake wrestling!” Yakko said before disappearing with a pop.
Spider Jerusalem flopped onto his back on the ground. “At least he's Zane's problem now.”
“That is certainly one consolation,” Max agreed, folding his long legs beneath him.
“Do you want me to say it? You won. Congratulations, you are the winner. That was quite possibly the least erotic afternoon ever.”
“It does not need to remain so,” Max pointed out. He reached over to the nearest plant, plucked a flower, and handed it to Spider, stretching out next to him.
Spider ran the blossom over Max's mouth. “Well, aren't you just full of good ideas today?”
Max coaxed Spider's face down to his. “Yes.” Occasionally it was good to have the last word.