Title: The Scoobies Poo: Part One-Buffy
Author: me, LuckyCow, you want it go ahead, I just wanna know where it's going.
Disclaimer: hahaha I wish I owned these people
Summary: really YOU NEVER SEEN ANYONE TAKING A GODDAMN SHIT ON TV
Feedback: Wee-Wee, uh, I mean Oui Oui
Buffy and Spike moved up against each other on the wall, a rhythm all their own. The waves of orgasm crashed over them and suddenly they were plunging, into each other and through the floor, landing in a pile of debris and dust, still moving, staring into one another's eyes.
Buffy woke up with a start. Dude, what the fuck just happened? She thought. I don't know but I really have to crap. She then looked around, finally realizing where she was and the events of the previous 3 hours caught up to her. She stole a glance at Spike. Still sleeping, okay, good, wow I have to shit. She carefully maneuvered herself out of his grasp as he spooned against her. Dammit, it was fucking cold!!! What the hell was she thinking??? Who fucking fucks in a fucking HOUSE? Okay, well most people, generally, but not a fucking ABANDONED ONE. She was liable to get a fucking splinter. Dammit, I'm starting to sound like a fucking Jay and Silent Bob movie, she thought. Now to find a place to shit. Ahhhhh, there ya go. There was a pile of old boards propped up against the wall. She slid behind them precariously, trying hard not to knock them down. She propped herself up against the wall in a sitting position. It took a minute or two before she struck up the nerve to shit. It felt dirty and wrong. She grunted a little bit, a tiny "egghh" before letting it all out. Some of the pee eradicating from her body made a little tinkling sound as the bowel emerged, long and soft and brown. It coiled up in a pile on the dusty wooden floor. She wriggled her bottom a tiny bit to get the last few drops of everything else. She then stood up and slithered out from behind the boards, and tiptoed back to where Spike was sleeping soundly. She laid down next to him and kissed the indentations of his pronounced cheekbones. He sighed softly.
"Hello, luv," he said. "What were you doing over there?"
"Um, just, searching for a way out," She responded.
"Leaving so soon?" he replied.
"No, just the fact that we're kind of trapped in a basement gave me the wiggins."
"Oh, good point. Bloody hell, what smells down here?"
FINé
Author: me, LuckyCow, you want it go ahead, I just wanna know where it's going.
Disclaimer: hahaha I wish I owned these people
Summary: really YOU NEVER SEEN ANYONE TAKING A GODDAMN SHIT ON TV
Feedback: Wee-Wee, uh, I mean Oui Oui
Buffy and Spike moved up against each other on the wall, a rhythm all their own. The waves of orgasm crashed over them and suddenly they were plunging, into each other and through the floor, landing in a pile of debris and dust, still moving, staring into one another's eyes.
Buffy woke up with a start. Dude, what the fuck just happened? She thought. I don't know but I really have to crap. She then looked around, finally realizing where she was and the events of the previous 3 hours caught up to her. She stole a glance at Spike. Still sleeping, okay, good, wow I have to shit. She carefully maneuvered herself out of his grasp as he spooned against her. Dammit, it was fucking cold!!! What the hell was she thinking??? Who fucking fucks in a fucking HOUSE? Okay, well most people, generally, but not a fucking ABANDONED ONE. She was liable to get a fucking splinter. Dammit, I'm starting to sound like a fucking Jay and Silent Bob movie, she thought. Now to find a place to shit. Ahhhhh, there ya go. There was a pile of old boards propped up against the wall. She slid behind them precariously, trying hard not to knock them down. She propped herself up against the wall in a sitting position. It took a minute or two before she struck up the nerve to shit. It felt dirty and wrong. She grunted a little bit, a tiny "egghh" before letting it all out. Some of the pee eradicating from her body made a little tinkling sound as the bowel emerged, long and soft and brown. It coiled up in a pile on the dusty wooden floor. She wriggled her bottom a tiny bit to get the last few drops of everything else. She then stood up and slithered out from behind the boards, and tiptoed back to where Spike was sleeping soundly. She laid down next to him and kissed the indentations of his pronounced cheekbones. He sighed softly.
"Hello, luv," he said. "What were you doing over there?"
"Um, just, searching for a way out," She responded.
"Leaving so soon?" he replied.
"No, just the fact that we're kind of trapped in a basement gave me the wiggins."
"Oh, good point. Bloody hell, what smells down here?"
FINé