Oh Spriiiing...
Yes, I know it's a week late and a dollar short but here, at last, is your birthday present. You may want to wait to thank me. ;-)
Alas, there are no hunky red serge draped mounties in the following. Nevertheless, you can rest assured that it was made especially for you. In orther words, you have no one to blame but yourself for the extreme left turn into insanity that follows.
To anyone else, well, consider yourself warned. The 'alternate lube' story is quite normal by comparison.
And remember, it's all Spring's fault!!!
Purple Peep leaned back in his bed of green plastic grass and sighed. For days, the residents of the basket had been chattering excitedly about the arrival of something called 'Easter', though he paid them no mind. It was just more idle gossip.
Purple Peep knew he wasn't like his companions. He knew the chicks snickered behind his back, saying that he wasn't a true 'peep' because he was bunny shaped rather than chick shaped, but he paid them no mind. After all, were they not all formed in the same factory? Were they not all molded from the same marshmallow and coated in the same sugar? Sure, he looked different from the chicks, but in the end, they were all the same on the inside where it really mattered.
Of course, that wasn't the only difference. The other bunny peeps spent much of their time trying to gain the attentions of the chocolate bunnies, nestled in the other side of the basket, but Purple Peep just wasn't interested. Oh sure, the chocolate bunnies were pretty enough with their silky brown coats and their bright candy eyes, but they just didn't do anything for him. They always seemed so...empty headed to Purple Peep; pretty on the outside but with nothing behind that creamy chocolate facade. Besides, such liaisons just felt hollow to him.
He shifted in the plastic grass again and turned his gaze outward, through the pink cellophane wrap that covered the basket, to another basket that sat on the table directly across from his. He squinted, staring across the intervening space to peer through another layer of yellow cellophane into the interior of the other basket. He ignored the chocolate bunnies and the foil covered eggs and the jelly beans scattered across the green plastic grass like colorful droppings and focused all his attention instead upon one thing: Pink Peep.
Purple Peep sighed anew. Oh, Pink Peep, how he made Purple Peep's heart beat faster,
Well, if he had a heart it would have beat faster, he was sure of that.
It had all begun so innocuously. Purple Peep and eight of his brethren were lodged together in a crowded cardboard box, squished side by side like Siamese triplets on a shelf in the grocery store. He wasn't sure how long they sat there though he didn't think it was that long since he still felt as fresh and squishy as he had on he day he was manufactured. Then one day, another box of peeps was placed next to theirs. Purple Peep looked over and that was when he saw Pink Peep for the first time. Their brown eyes met and Purple Peep's insides turned to mush.
Purple Peep wasn't sure wasn't sure what it was about Pink Peep. Maybe it was the way the food dye in his eyes was just that little bit deeper; perhaps it was the way his sugar coating gleamed just that little bit brighter. He didn't really know. All he did know was that his insides turned all soft and gooey whenever he thought about Pink Peep.
He could see Pink Peep now, sitting in the other basket, pressed so close to the yellow cellophane wrapping Purple Peep could almost feel his sugar coating. He trembled. Oh if only Pink Peep could feel the same way about him! If only they could be together!
But that was impossible. They lived in different baskets, separated by the length of a table; they might as well be a world apart. Purple Peep would never know if Pink Peep was as soft and pliant as he appeared, or if his ears were as perfectly shaped as they appeared. Life was cruel, so very, very cruel.
Purple Peep was pulled from his musings by a riot of sound. Suddenly there were giant beings everywhere, tearing, ransacking, making a terrifying noise. Purple Peep cringed from the greedy, grasping hands that sought out the chocolate bunnies and the foil covered eggs around him.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The beings retreated and the sound abated. Purple Peep regarded the carnage they had left in their wake. He was alone, surrounded by pieces of colored foil and torn wrappers and jellybeans that had hidden themselves in the depths of the grass to escape the marauders. The sudden silence was almost as terrifying as the noise had been.
He heard another loud sound from far off, a harsh, barking sound and then there was a thud as something was tossed into his basket not far from where Purple Peep was sitting. The green plastic grass rippled at the impact, sending out vibrations that almost toppled Purple Peep from his precarious perch. He righted himself and then gazed with hesitant, unblinking, brown-dotted eyes at the source of the disruption.
Purple Peep gasped.
Well, if he had a mouth he would have gasped, he was sure of that.
There, sitting not three inches away was the object of his longing, Pink Peep. Pink Peep, it seemed had been tossed quite unceremoniously into Purple Peep's basket to land ears first in the grass. Fortunately, gravity took hold and pulled him into an upright position once more so that the two of them were sitting there face to face.
Purple Peep's non-existent heart beat faster as he gazed at the features he knew so well. He was sure of it now: the food dye in Pink Peep's eyes *was* just that little bit deeper, and his sugar coating *did* gleam just that little bit brighter. Pink Peep was truly perfection.
The moments stretched as Purple Peep continued to gaze rapturously at Pink Peep and it was with a sudden start that he realized that Pink Peep was gazing back at him with equal intensity. Could it be? Could Pink Peep, the object of his longing and a hundred...OK maybe seven...erotic fantasies truly feel the same way about him? Did Pink Peep want him, poor, pathetic Purple Peep?
There was only one way to find out. Sucking up all his courage and drawing in a metaphorical deep breath since he had neither mouth nor lungs, Purple Peep wobbled over to where Pink Peep was sitting. Pink Peep watched him with an inscrutable expression in his deep, dark, brown-dotted eyes as Purple Peep moved ever closer. They stood there close enough for Purple Peep to taste Pink Peep's sugar coating, to smell the faint but delectable scent of marshmallow that permeated his being. Purple Peep thought he might swoon form the heady sensations rushing through his body, making him quiver like a bowl of grape Jell-o.
And then they were touching. Purple Peep could feel the full length of Pink Peep pressed up against him, could feel every granule of his sugar coating were it made contact with his own. No words were spoken because, well, there was that lack of mouth thing again, but none were needed. They began to rub against one another, their rough sugar coatings creating a delicious friction as they moved.
Heat spread through Purple Peep's body and he felt himself melting from the inside out. He could almost feel his insides turning him into a gooey, mushy, molten mass, while his sugar coating began to caramelize everywhere it made contact with Pink Peep's body. Their movements increased in speed and desperation and then Purple Peep was melting, melting, melting...
Purple Peep came back to himself slowly. His exhausted, sated body was plastered to that of Pink Peep and when he gazed upward he saw deep, dark brow-dotted eyes that were warm and contented and perhaps just a little bit smug. Purple Peep didn't care. He was happier than he'd ever been in his short peep life. Snuggled against his beloved Pink Peep, he just melted with joy. He was happy, truly happy and the future was bright with endless possibilities. He and Pink Peep were together and no force of Earth could tear them apart.
He rested against Pink Peep's soft body and dreamed of their future together. In the distance he could hear loud voices and strange words that he could only half understand in his sated state. The words floated on the breeze, drafting about him like fluffy clouds.
...peeps...
...microwave...
...melt...
...cool!...
Purple Peep tuned them out and smiled inwardly. Oh yes, the future was very bright indeed.
Finis
Alas, there are no hunky red serge draped mounties in the following. Nevertheless, you can rest assured that it was made especially for you. In orther words, you have no one to blame but yourself for the extreme left turn into insanity that follows.
To anyone else, well, consider yourself warned. The 'alternate lube' story is quite normal by comparison.
And remember, it's all Spring's fault!!!
Purple Peep leaned back in his bed of green plastic grass and sighed. For days, the residents of the basket had been chattering excitedly about the arrival of something called 'Easter', though he paid them no mind. It was just more idle gossip.
Purple Peep knew he wasn't like his companions. He knew the chicks snickered behind his back, saying that he wasn't a true 'peep' because he was bunny shaped rather than chick shaped, but he paid them no mind. After all, were they not all formed in the same factory? Were they not all molded from the same marshmallow and coated in the same sugar? Sure, he looked different from the chicks, but in the end, they were all the same on the inside where it really mattered.
Of course, that wasn't the only difference. The other bunny peeps spent much of their time trying to gain the attentions of the chocolate bunnies, nestled in the other side of the basket, but Purple Peep just wasn't interested. Oh sure, the chocolate bunnies were pretty enough with their silky brown coats and their bright candy eyes, but they just didn't do anything for him. They always seemed so...empty headed to Purple Peep; pretty on the outside but with nothing behind that creamy chocolate facade. Besides, such liaisons just felt hollow to him.
He shifted in the plastic grass again and turned his gaze outward, through the pink cellophane wrap that covered the basket, to another basket that sat on the table directly across from his. He squinted, staring across the intervening space to peer through another layer of yellow cellophane into the interior of the other basket. He ignored the chocolate bunnies and the foil covered eggs and the jelly beans scattered across the green plastic grass like colorful droppings and focused all his attention instead upon one thing: Pink Peep.
Purple Peep sighed anew. Oh, Pink Peep, how he made Purple Peep's heart beat faster,
Well, if he had a heart it would have beat faster, he was sure of that.
It had all begun so innocuously. Purple Peep and eight of his brethren were lodged together in a crowded cardboard box, squished side by side like Siamese triplets on a shelf in the grocery store. He wasn't sure how long they sat there though he didn't think it was that long since he still felt as fresh and squishy as he had on he day he was manufactured. Then one day, another box of peeps was placed next to theirs. Purple Peep looked over and that was when he saw Pink Peep for the first time. Their brown eyes met and Purple Peep's insides turned to mush.
Purple Peep wasn't sure wasn't sure what it was about Pink Peep. Maybe it was the way the food dye in his eyes was just that little bit deeper; perhaps it was the way his sugar coating gleamed just that little bit brighter. He didn't really know. All he did know was that his insides turned all soft and gooey whenever he thought about Pink Peep.
He could see Pink Peep now, sitting in the other basket, pressed so close to the yellow cellophane wrapping Purple Peep could almost feel his sugar coating. He trembled. Oh if only Pink Peep could feel the same way about him! If only they could be together!
But that was impossible. They lived in different baskets, separated by the length of a table; they might as well be a world apart. Purple Peep would never know if Pink Peep was as soft and pliant as he appeared, or if his ears were as perfectly shaped as they appeared. Life was cruel, so very, very cruel.
Purple Peep was pulled from his musings by a riot of sound. Suddenly there were giant beings everywhere, tearing, ransacking, making a terrifying noise. Purple Peep cringed from the greedy, grasping hands that sought out the chocolate bunnies and the foil covered eggs around him.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The beings retreated and the sound abated. Purple Peep regarded the carnage they had left in their wake. He was alone, surrounded by pieces of colored foil and torn wrappers and jellybeans that had hidden themselves in the depths of the grass to escape the marauders. The sudden silence was almost as terrifying as the noise had been.
He heard another loud sound from far off, a harsh, barking sound and then there was a thud as something was tossed into his basket not far from where Purple Peep was sitting. The green plastic grass rippled at the impact, sending out vibrations that almost toppled Purple Peep from his precarious perch. He righted himself and then gazed with hesitant, unblinking, brown-dotted eyes at the source of the disruption.
Purple Peep gasped.
Well, if he had a mouth he would have gasped, he was sure of that.
There, sitting not three inches away was the object of his longing, Pink Peep. Pink Peep, it seemed had been tossed quite unceremoniously into Purple Peep's basket to land ears first in the grass. Fortunately, gravity took hold and pulled him into an upright position once more so that the two of them were sitting there face to face.
Purple Peep's non-existent heart beat faster as he gazed at the features he knew so well. He was sure of it now: the food dye in Pink Peep's eyes *was* just that little bit deeper, and his sugar coating *did* gleam just that little bit brighter. Pink Peep was truly perfection.
The moments stretched as Purple Peep continued to gaze rapturously at Pink Peep and it was with a sudden start that he realized that Pink Peep was gazing back at him with equal intensity. Could it be? Could Pink Peep, the object of his longing and a hundred...OK maybe seven...erotic fantasies truly feel the same way about him? Did Pink Peep want him, poor, pathetic Purple Peep?
There was only one way to find out. Sucking up all his courage and drawing in a metaphorical deep breath since he had neither mouth nor lungs, Purple Peep wobbled over to where Pink Peep was sitting. Pink Peep watched him with an inscrutable expression in his deep, dark, brown-dotted eyes as Purple Peep moved ever closer. They stood there close enough for Purple Peep to taste Pink Peep's sugar coating, to smell the faint but delectable scent of marshmallow that permeated his being. Purple Peep thought he might swoon form the heady sensations rushing through his body, making him quiver like a bowl of grape Jell-o.
And then they were touching. Purple Peep could feel the full length of Pink Peep pressed up against him, could feel every granule of his sugar coating were it made contact with his own. No words were spoken because, well, there was that lack of mouth thing again, but none were needed. They began to rub against one another, their rough sugar coatings creating a delicious friction as they moved.
Heat spread through Purple Peep's body and he felt himself melting from the inside out. He could almost feel his insides turning him into a gooey, mushy, molten mass, while his sugar coating began to caramelize everywhere it made contact with Pink Peep's body. Their movements increased in speed and desperation and then Purple Peep was melting, melting, melting...
Purple Peep came back to himself slowly. His exhausted, sated body was plastered to that of Pink Peep and when he gazed upward he saw deep, dark brow-dotted eyes that were warm and contented and perhaps just a little bit smug. Purple Peep didn't care. He was happier than he'd ever been in his short peep life. Snuggled against his beloved Pink Peep, he just melted with joy. He was happy, truly happy and the future was bright with endless possibilities. He and Pink Peep were together and no force of Earth could tear them apart.
He rested against Pink Peep's soft body and dreamed of their future together. In the distance he could hear loud voices and strange words that he could only half understand in his sated state. The words floated on the breeze, drafting about him like fluffy clouds.
...peeps...
...microwave...
...melt...
...cool!...
Purple Peep tuned them out and smiled inwardly. Oh yes, the future was very bright indeed.
Finis