Poking Krew: Why Shouldn't We?
Find out what happens when you poke Krew a bit too hard...
Daxter took the last gulp of his Rum and slammed the mug down on the table, sloshing the drink all over him. Needless to say: his fur was getting extremely sticky. Drunkenly, he stared around the room until his large Ottsel eyes settled on a large, obtuse figure hovering in the corner of the room.
His devilish brain immediately went to work, fueled by the alcohol in his system. Daxter grinned evilly and motioned to Sig and Tess who immediately leaned over to listen.
"Whass say Eight Asses oe'er there pops whenya sticka knife in'Im?" he slurred, swaying a bit.
"Ew, gross, Daxter! My money's on yes! He'll probably spew hot air all over the place!"
"I think Larder over there won't pop even if you have the Metal Head leader chew him up."
The Ottsel glared from Tess to Sig, wondering why they were actually urging him on. But, he wasn't complaining.
He hopped off the stool he was sitting on and stumbled over to the bar and picked up a napkin dispenser. Daxter looked it over a minute before deciding it was good enough, and hopped over to the wall where Krew was floating. He made his way up the wall with the napkins in his mouth and jumped onto Krew's massive stomach. The Wastelander and Undergrounder looked up anxiously at Daxter. Jak's partner who was now poking Krew's stomach with curiosity. It held.
Glaring at the napkin dispenser, he threw it over his shoulder and stood for a moment, eyes roving around the room. They settled upon the chair in front of the door.
And so it went. From chairs to cans, to Sig's helmet, to Tess's headband, to walking canes around the room, Sig's goggles, Sig's gun, a couple of Metal Heads. Cheese and crackers, bologna, his head, the kitchen sink, a toilet, even his own teeth! And finally, he caved into the urge to break open a bottle of Brewsky and poke him with it.
That was probably why he still smells like a very old dumpster.
So he broke up a bottle of alcohol and once more climbed up on top of Krew's massive belly, and poked. And poked, and poked, and poked, and jabbed, and thrust, and poked some more. The exposed flesh started to split open, but strangely, no blood seeped out. Instead, a small hissing noise came from the hole.
Daxter put his eye to the hole, but saw darkness. The stuck his fingers in...and yanked.
Krew's skin split apart and flew to separate sides of the room, spewing hot air, eco, and something that smelled vile and stuck to your fur. Something else dropped out.
"Ew! What is this shit? That is not natural." Tess screamed, jumping behind Sig who in turn ducked when a large piece of what looked like a bladder came hurling towards them. and hit Tess square in the face. It smelt rancid.
"Well, what do we have here?" Sig asked picking up some slime covered mass in the middle of the floor. It was a mini-Krew.
"Thass tha bih shot thass been callin' tha shoss? He ain't nuthin buta...buta..."
"Baby?" Tess supplied.
"Yeah! Why, I could take thiss sugger and beat him with my tail behind my bag." Tess giggled as Daxter swung around in a circle, fists raised.
Krew stirred and sat up, looking around wildly. He glared at the three people towering above him.
"What? Have you never seen a baby before?"
"What's with the big suit, Krew?"
"I got lazy."
Sig, Tess, and Daxter fell to the floor in succession, slapping themselves for getting mixed up with crap like Krew.
Today, Daxter learned a very important lesson: Don't poke fat people. They might be lazy babies hidden inside flab.
Second installment in the 'Why Shouldn't We?' series. Please read and review! Thank you for all the reviews for the first chapter.
Wish I was Keira: It's a fanfiction site, any fiction can be posted. And kissing is not porno, no clothes were removed.
Find out what happens when you poke Krew a bit too hard...
Daxter took the last gulp of his Rum and slammed the mug down on the table, sloshing the drink all over him. Needless to say: his fur was getting extremely sticky. Drunkenly, he stared around the room until his large Ottsel eyes settled on a large, obtuse figure hovering in the corner of the room.
His devilish brain immediately went to work, fueled by the alcohol in his system. Daxter grinned evilly and motioned to Sig and Tess who immediately leaned over to listen.
"Whass say Eight Asses oe'er there pops whenya sticka knife in'Im?" he slurred, swaying a bit.
"Ew, gross, Daxter! My money's on yes! He'll probably spew hot air all over the place!"
"I think Larder over there won't pop even if you have the Metal Head leader chew him up."
The Ottsel glared from Tess to Sig, wondering why they were actually urging him on. But, he wasn't complaining.
He hopped off the stool he was sitting on and stumbled over to the bar and picked up a napkin dispenser. Daxter looked it over a minute before deciding it was good enough, and hopped over to the wall where Krew was floating. He made his way up the wall with the napkins in his mouth and jumped onto Krew's massive stomach. The Wastelander and Undergrounder looked up anxiously at Daxter. Jak's partner who was now poking Krew's stomach with curiosity. It held.
Glaring at the napkin dispenser, he threw it over his shoulder and stood for a moment, eyes roving around the room. They settled upon the chair in front of the door.
And so it went. From chairs to cans, to Sig's helmet, to Tess's headband, to walking canes around the room, Sig's goggles, Sig's gun, a couple of Metal Heads. Cheese and crackers, bologna, his head, the kitchen sink, a toilet, even his own teeth! And finally, he caved into the urge to break open a bottle of Brewsky and poke him with it.
That was probably why he still smells like a very old dumpster.
So he broke up a bottle of alcohol and once more climbed up on top of Krew's massive belly, and poked. And poked, and poked, and poked, and jabbed, and thrust, and poked some more. The exposed flesh started to split open, but strangely, no blood seeped out. Instead, a small hissing noise came from the hole.
Daxter put his eye to the hole, but saw darkness. The stuck his fingers in...and yanked.
Krew's skin split apart and flew to separate sides of the room, spewing hot air, eco, and something that smelled vile and stuck to your fur. Something else dropped out.
"Ew! What is this shit? That is not natural." Tess screamed, jumping behind Sig who in turn ducked when a large piece of what looked like a bladder came hurling towards them. and hit Tess square in the face. It smelt rancid.
"Well, what do we have here?" Sig asked picking up some slime covered mass in the middle of the floor. It was a mini-Krew.
"Thass tha bih shot thass been callin' tha shoss? He ain't nuthin buta...buta..."
"Baby?" Tess supplied.
"Yeah! Why, I could take thiss sugger and beat him with my tail behind my bag." Tess giggled as Daxter swung around in a circle, fists raised.
Krew stirred and sat up, looking around wildly. He glared at the three people towering above him.
"What? Have you never seen a baby before?"
"What's with the big suit, Krew?"
"I got lazy."
Sig, Tess, and Daxter fell to the floor in succession, slapping themselves for getting mixed up with crap like Krew.
Today, Daxter learned a very important lesson: Don't poke fat people. They might be lazy babies hidden inside flab.
Second installment in the 'Why Shouldn't We?' series. Please read and review! Thank you for all the reviews for the first chapter.
Wish I was Keira: It's a fanfiction site, any fiction can be posted. And kissing is not porno, no clothes were removed.