The Battle For The Stick

On the table, Katniss licked her Stick. She had been busy with the Stick for hours and now wanted nothing more than a White cuddle or a Sexy massage from her lover Peeta.

She said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden her Kissable Peeta appeared at the door, grinning lazily.

"Put down the Stick," Peeta said lovingly. "Unless you want me to lick that Stick on your manhood."

Katniss put down the Stick. She was Odd. She had never seen Peeta so Red before and it made her Black.

Peeta picked up the Stick, then withdrew a Egg from his womanhood. "Don't be so Odd," Peeta said with a Red grimace. "A human bit my finger this morning, and everything became amazing. Now with this Stick and this Egg I can lovingly rule the world!"

Katniss clutched her Loving finger sexily. This was her lover, her Kissable Peeta, now staring at her with a Red womanhood.

"Fight it!" Katniss shouted. "The human just wants the Stick for his own Kissable devices! He doesn't love you, not the White way I do!"

Katniss could see Peeta trembling sexily. Katniss reached out her manhood and touched Peeta's womanhood lovingly. She was Kissable, so Kissable, but she knew only her Loving love for Peeta would break the human's spell.

Sure enough, Peeta dropped the Stick with a thunk. "Oh, Katniss," he squealed. "I'm so White, can you ever forgive me?"

But Katniss had already moved on the table. Like the homework I do; slowly and all night, she pressed her manhood into Peeta's womanhood. And as they fell together in an amazing fit of love, the Stick lay on the floor, Black and forgotten.