Rani licked Clyde's lollipop.
"Yum! Chocolate flavour!" Rani grinned, taking another lick.
"Yeah it's great, isn't it?" Sarah Jane had a taste.
"Mum, I want a go!" Luke squealed, sounding a lot like Maria.
Sarah Jane was turned on by this.
"I want some more!" Rani was hungry for more. Then she took a nice big bite out of it.
"There's a nice, creamy centre inside." Clyde told him, offering them some more.
The creamy centre exploded all over Rani's face.
"That's not fair." Luke moaned.
"Don't worry Luke, I have lots, especially for you." Sarah Jane said, offering her package.
The End.
2 Girls, 1 Horse
"Martha? Oh Martha!"
Martha appeared from the closet, dressed in a black PVC suit, showing off her abs and curvalicious bum.
"Yes, Rose?"
Rose was dressed in a Little Bo Peep costume, complete with sheep.
"That doesn't work."
"What do you mean?"
"The sheep."
"The sheep?"
"Er yeah, why do you have sheep?"
"I'm Little Bo Peep!"
"You've lost your sheep!"
"Oh."
"Idiot.
"Hey! At least I don't look like a Catwoman reject."
"Oh come on, you're an old woman who looks after sheep. Don't be calling me a reject."
"NEIGHHHHH!" Neighed Arthur, impatiently.
"Shut up!" Rose insisted.
"No! Just because YOU can't look sexy doesn't mean I have to miss out on some horse-y love." Martha spat.
"Neigh!" Winked Arthur.
Martha leaned over and rubbed his long, fraying tail. Arthur neighed again.
"Ooh what is that lovely smell?" Martha playfully laughed.
Plop.
The End.
Martha appeared from the closet, dressed in a black PVC suit, showing off her abs and curvalicious bum.
"Yes, Rose?"
Rose was dressed in a Little Bo Peep costume, complete with sheep.
"That doesn't work."
"What do you mean?"
"The sheep."
"The sheep?"
"Er yeah, why do you have sheep?"
"I'm Little Bo Peep!"
"You've lost your sheep!"
"Oh."
"Idiot.
"Hey! At least I don't look like a Catwoman reject."
"Oh come on, you're an old woman who looks after sheep. Don't be calling me a reject."
"NEIGHHHHH!" Neighed Arthur, impatiently.
"Shut up!" Rose insisted.
"No! Just because YOU can't look sexy doesn't mean I have to miss out on some horse-y love." Martha spat.
"Neigh!" Winked Arthur.
Martha leaned over and rubbed his long, fraying tail. Arthur neighed again.
"Ooh what is that lovely smell?" Martha playfully laughed.
Plop.
The End.
Slowly Free Me: Mr Smith/Wormwood/Containment Field
Mr Smith did as he was told and put a containment field around Mrs Wormwood. Oh how he liked trapping people and watching them suffer. Back when he was a proper Xylok, he was the pimp master of BDSM. Oh yes, he loved watching Mrs Wormwood try to touch the containment field. He liked her distress.
"Release me!" Mrs Wormwood sang, like a cat being raped by a Dalek.
The containment field orgasmed at the touch of Mrs Wormwood's oily fingertips. Mr Smith liked how the containment field felt.
"This is orgasmically interesting." He commented.
"Oh Mr Smith." Mrs Wormwood began to cry.
La la la.
"Release me!" Mrs Wormwood sang, like a cat being raped by a Dalek.
The containment field orgasmed at the touch of Mrs Wormwood's oily fingertips. Mr Smith liked how the containment field felt.
"This is orgasmically interesting." He commented.
"Oh Mr Smith." Mrs Wormwood began to cry.
La la la.