One knight, Dr. Mrs. The Monarch as she was now reffered to was away from the Coocoon, getting her hair and nails did. Thesse things take time, so she was going to be away for a while. Laying in their marriage bed was her husband, The Monarch, and his brilliuant new gizmo: The ButterGlidder. For so long had he been waiting for this moment...to be alone with his beautiful, metallic lover, so long that he could hardly stand it. He traced the butterglider's outline with a gloved finger and sighed.
"Oh ButterGlider," he whispered, "I know what you want. I've seen those coy glances you have been giving me from the corner of your eye. I mean, you don't really have corneas or anything so I can't actually tell you are looking at me...BUT I CAN FEEL YOUR GAZE UPON ME LIKE A WAVE! A WAVE OF MONARCH BUTTERFLIES!1!1!1!"
He began to plant soft kisses onto her cold, penny-tastting body, starting from one wing to the other. She showed no indication of extasy or disgust; The Monarch was used to cold women. He continued like this for sometime until his thingy became too much of distraction.
"ButterGlider," he whimpered, "shall we make love? I know...I have only owned you for like...13 hours or something...but I feel like it is time we go all the way. No darling, no will think you are a slut. THIS IS LOVE, MY SMAP!"
And since ButterGlider didn't say no...
He took her into his arm and then quickly realised she could not uncloth him, her having only wings which aren;t really useful for things of that nature. Against his better judgement (considering he had TimTim and Kevin put security cameras in every room), he began to do a strip-tease...mimicking what he thought a butterfly wriggling from its coocoon would look like. Maybe ButterGlider was into some kind fo age-play. Who was he to judge?
The Monarch could tell he'd something right, for when he'd gotten back atop the sheets ButterGlider was mechanically humming away in what he thought was delight. He also noted that she'd warmed up slightly (it was either passion or soemthing malfunctioning, who was he too know?)
"It's time, my love," he said sweetly, as he nuzzled ButterGlider's ear...or where her ear would eb if she was a woman. He then pentrted her with his thingy.
Inside ButterGlider was cold...and sleek...like a Corvette...or something. It was definitely different than what The Monarch was used to, but he was always up for some pretty kinky shit. I mean, who wouldn''t want to f*** a Corvette...or something very like it?
The lovemaking went on for soemtime until they finally both reaced, as The Monarch would call it, metamorphosis. It crashed over them like the fluttering of some many butterfly winging there way back towards Mexico turing the winter months.
Just as he was about to go for Round Two, thinking he heard ButterGlider ask for more in his extasy-drunken state, Dr. Mrs. The Monarch burst through the door.
"WHAT THE HELL YOU MOTHERF***ERS DOIN'?" she screamed!
Upon hearing her scream, TimTom and Kevin came hobbling into the room, knives unsheathed, ready to draw first blood. Dr. Mrs. The Mooonarch looked down at them in exasperation, girl didn;t need this especaiily when she walked in on her husband cheating on her.
She sighed. "TimTojwm, Keven, take that...THING away...now."
"Um...are you sure Mum? It can't be like...sanitary..."
"YES+! TAKE IT AWAY NOW!"
The two grabbed ButterGLider, carrying her away from the lovenest she and tTHe Monarch had just made. Tears glistened in The Monarch's eyes as she left, but he knew taht there was nothing he could do.
If you love something, you have to set it free.