Popsicle
By Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. After reading this fic you will be very, very, very, glad that I don't.
Note: This is a whole hell lot more risqué then any of my other fics. Also everyone's is a bit ooc. Especially Croe.
Note2: I'm sooo going to hell for writing this.
It was one of the hottest days ever. People were sweating off their skin. In fact many people were becoming delusional because of the heat.
There was to be a Muscle League Match today, a tag team match between Mantaro and Terry vs. The Magna Twins (the world's first openly cross-dressing chojins.) However the match was canceled at the last minute because Shojo Magna insisted he simply couldn't fight "in the heat, his make-up would be smeared."
Mantaro was glad because now he didn't have to confront the fact that Shojo Magna turn him on, despite really being a male.
However, Kevin Mask was most disappointed because he was rather curious about these bizarre newcomers.
"It's too fucking hot today Croe. Let's get something cold." They went to the concession stand. The New Generation was already there.
Croe noticed Terry eyeing Kevin and didn't like it one bit.
"Ya know, Kevin Mask I really like popsicles…" The young sweaty Texan remarked, carefully taking the wrapping off a purple Popsicle.
"Yeah, so fucking what of it?" Kevin did not like any of the Muscle Leaguers approaching him like this.
"I like my popsicles stiff and purple." Terry began to lick the grape Popsicle, his lips turning purple. Kevin found his thoughts disoriented.
Sieuchin begin to giggle nervously. Gazelleman had a pompous smirk. Mantaro was busy cramming his face with ice cream bars.
"In fact I really like to suck the tip of popsicles." Terry sucked the tip of his grape Popsicle, eyeing Kevin.
I don't like at all where this is going thought Croe.
Kevin felt his face turn red. For the first time in his life, Kevin was too stunned to react. Is he coming on to me? Wondered Kevin.
"In fact, I like to cram them down my throat." Terry somehow manage to stick the almost the entire grape Popsicle throat.
Steam was coming out of Croe's ears. That...that…Texan tramp! Fumed Croe.
Mantaro was still blissfully clueless as he continued to empty the concession stand of ice cream bars.
"I bet you love popsicles too." Terry finished his grape Popsicle and winked at Kevin suggestively.
Kevin's helmet somehow managed to turn completely red as his hidden face.
"Errr.urmmm.daaaaah…" Kevin incoherently mumbled.
"That's enough" Croe was now pissed off and ready for action.
"Kevin would never want your popsicle, (Croe bitched-slapped Terry)
He never will want your Popsicle! (Croe bitched-slapped Terry again) You're delusional, you Texan Tramp! And you probably have a small Popsicle Yankee!" Croe kicked the now fallen Terry in the balls.
Croe dragged the still-speechless Kevin far away from the concession stand.
The clueless Mantaro took a moment from eating ice cream bars: "I like popsicles too, Terry!"