The Sparkly Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Ulquiorra and Grimmjow went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Ulquiorra hit Grimmjow in his forearm with a big iridiscent iceball. It hurt a lot, but Ulquiorra kissed it sexxily and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really pretty snow man!" Ulquiorra said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Grimmjow said. "That would be more glowy and politically correct."
"I know," Ulquiorra said. "We can make a snow bagder. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up moodily and made a brite snow bagder. Ulquiorra put on a basket for the collarbone. The bagder was almost as big as Grimmjow.
"It looks shinee!," Ulquiorra said hotly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Grimmjow said and held up a homoxexualish egg. "I found this in a tree." He put the egg onto the bagder's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the bagder, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a monsoon rain that washes away the pain and sorrow...~!.
Grimmjow screamed huskily and ran but the snow bagder chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow bagder marryed him deliciously.
"Nobody does that to my little Dull Table," Ulquiorra screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow bagder through the neck. It fell down and Ulquiorra kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Grimmjow said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The egg lay in the yard until a lovey child picked it up and took it home.