Disclaimer: I do not own Beetle Bailey or it's characters.
Chapter 3,
Beetle hurried into the building and ran up until he came to a door that read 'Clarence Claypot Sculptor. Walk In.'. So Beetle just walking in with no hesitation, then he was shocked to see a beautiful woman.
"Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoop-de-da-day! Hehehe, he." Beetle exclaimed when he saw her. She was pale and didn't move a muscle when Beetle gawked at her. So Beetle moved closer to her.
"Say! Would you mind telling me, what's a sweet kid like you doing in a crummy joint like this, anyway?" Beetle asked, but she just smiled at him.
"You know, I'm a soldier." Beetle said, placing a hand on the wall to look more attractive to the girl.
"Which means I have dedicated my life so that people like you can rest easy knowing that you're safe." Beetle said. He took a step forward and started to stroke her exposed leg.
"I could help warm you up tonight. Nothing makes you feel safer, then knowing a soldier is in bed with you." Beetle said.
At this point, the sculptor Clarence Claypot was getting annoyed at Beetle flirting with his statue. Besides, working inside the Lion's mouth made this whole conversation echo all around him, and it had to stop.
"What are you, some kind of nut?" Clarence asked, his voice echoing into the room.
"G-gosh. A T-T-Talking St-St-St-Stone l-l-lion." Beetle said, terrified of the creature. He didn't want to make the lion angry and eat him, so Beetle walked over to the beast to gain it's trust.
"Hi there. Eh? M-me friend. N-n-nice pussy. Me go get pussy cat a dish of milk. Heh heh heh. See ya later." Beetle said, feeling clever and proud of himself.
"Stay right where you are." Clarence ordered and Beetle froze, afraid of being eaten. Clarence almost thought it was amusing that this soldier thought his statues were real. And Clarence wondered how far he could take this opportunity.
"Animals don't wear clothes, so remove yours." Clarence said, staying inside the lion to keep his voice booming. Beetle didn't want to upset the lion, so he obeyed and removed his uniform. Clarence couldn't believe how easy that was. It was a little unnerving for a soldier to be that gullible, but at least he got a guilt-free fuck out of it.
"Get on your hands and knees, like an animal, and retract." Clarence said and Beetle carefully crawled backwards.
"Now stop." Clarence said when Beetle got back to the mouth of the lion.
"Now present yourself." Clarence said, removing his own clothes.
"Present? Well, I'm Beetle Bailey. And I'm a soldier at Camp-"
"No, that's not what I want." Clarence said.
"Then what do you want?" Beetle asked and Clarence stroked himself a little.
"Place your face on the floor, and raise your bum as high as it will go." Clarence ordered.
"But then you could-"
"Now!" Clarence growled out, embracing the lion Beetle thought he was. Beetle submitted to the position Clarence wanted and the sculptor noticed how lubricated Beetle's hole still was, and he smiled.
Now Clarence could do something he always wanted to do, but never could. The man stood in the lion's jaw, jumped up into the air and crashed his entire length inside Beetle; then keeping the animalistic angle, he didn't wait a single second for Beetle to adjust, before he jackhammered the boy.
"AAAHH!" Beetle moaned out. The lion was smaller then Sarge, but old Snorkel could never thrust this fast, even for a quickie. And maybe it was the cold tiled floor, or the quiver of his legs, or the height of his ass, but Beetle could already feel his climax coming. Clarence could hear the soldier's moans getting higher in pitch, but he didn't want to get cum all over his floor.
"No you don't." Clarence said.
He grabbed the hair tie he kept around his wrist and somehow wrapped it tightly around Beetle, while still thrusting inside him. Beetle was impressed at how skillfully the lion did this. Clarence just wanted a quick fuck, but he wanted to make sure he got what he wanted before this gullible fool was gone. Clarence dug his nails into Beetle's back, so he could plunge a bit deeper into the man. Beetle moaned loudly. He did develop a small craving for pain during sex. Sarge was always so rough with him, that is was nearly a necessary requirement for climaxing. Beetle was loving every minute of this agony.
"So close, so close." Clarence moaned and then he pounded his seed deep into Beetle.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, Fuck, FUCK!" Clarence growled out. He didn't understand it, but every once in a while, climaxing actually pissed him off, instead of feeling bliss. Beetle's duck ached at the delicious warmth that filled his ass.
"Mr. Lion. I don't suppose you'd allow me to cum now?" Beetle asked and Clarence crawled back into the lion's mouth, and put on his clothes.
"No. And enough of this lion business." Clarence said as Bettle put his own clothes back on.
"Clarence Claypot swinging statue maker at your service." Clarence finally introduced himself.
"Say! You're not stone." Beetle exclaimed. Mostly because that sick felt as hard as stone.
"Never when I'm on the job. You must be the odd bird who came for the soldier statue." Clarence said. Beetle perked up; for a moment he had forgotten that his task was to get the statue. Sarge was a better partner anyways and Beetle certainly wastes enough time with this non-lion.
"Uh-Yeah, is it ready?" Beetle asked.
"Big as life man." Clarence said, quickly showing the statue to Beetle.
"Fine. I'll tell ol' Sarge you'll bring it right down." Beetle said, quickly walking away. Perhaps if Beetle returned with an erection, it could help persuade Snorkel to blow him for the first time.
"Like, I'm no delivery boy, man." Clarence said and Beetle turned to him.
"I just make these things. Like the man says. YOU haul 'em. So lots of luck man." Clarence said right before he disappeared back into the lion's mouth. Beetle just stood there for a moment. Sarge may use Beetle's body, but it never made Beetle feel used, if that makes sense. This Clarence guy tricked him, fucked him, and was done with him. It never felt that way with Sarge. It made Beetle feel dirty.
Beetle saw some rope and tied them to the statue. He pulled the marble General towards the door, and then Beetle realized that the statue was bigger then the door.
"Now, how am I gonna get-"
"Bailey!" Sarge yelled out during his climax. Beetle was sure to hear it, so he and Zero quickly got dressed and hopped out of the truck. Snorkel's voice scares Beetle beyond measure.
"Coming Sarge!" Beetle yelled, taking a chance and running as fast as he could. Luckily the statue broke through the wall and slid down the steps of the building. The statue was faster then he was, so Beetle whipped around and hopped on the horse. When he approached the bottom of the building, he saw Sarge and Zero standing near the door.
"Here it is Sarge." Beetle said, confident that he did a good job.
"You nincompoop! Stop horsing around!" Sarge said. The statue crashed right into Sarge, which finally wiped that dopey smile off of Zero's face.
"Bailey! Stop this thing! That's an order!" Sarge yelled, as he clung to the tail of the stone horse. Beetle did the only thing he could think to do.
"Whoa!" Beetle yelled at the horse.
"A, whoa there." Beetle yelled, but the horse didn't slow down. And poor Zero was following them as fast as he could.
"Oh! I can't look." Beetle yelled, covering his eyes. The statue, Beetle and Sarge all crashed against a tree. The statue broke into thousands of different pieces.
"Duh, Beetle? You alright?" Zero asked when he saw Beetle on the ground.
"Yeah, where's the Sarge?" Beetle asked, he looked up at the tree and saw Sarge's hat on an extremely pale ass.
"Woop-ba-de-Do-de-day-doe-do!" Beetle said, and this reaction was enough to make Zero look up in the tree.
"What a mess." Beetle saidz
"I can just barely recognize him." Zero said.
"Too bad." Beetle said, feeling the loss of his Sargent.
"Yeah, he was a great Sarge." Zero said.
"What do you mean was you lame-brained knuckleheads!" Sarge yelled and Beetle's heart leaped for joy.
"Sarge, baby!" Beetle said impulsively.
"You're alright?" Zero asked happily.
"Alright nothing." Snorkel said as he climbed down the tree.
"I gotta come up with an idea to replace that statue, or General Halftrack will have us before a firing squad." Sarge said. The three walked together, trying to think of something that would work.
"Let me think." Snorkel muttered out loud. But then he saw a nearby costume stop and he knew exactly what to do/
"I got it!" Snorkel exclaimed. He ran off to the store and the private's followed him. After all, they didn't want to lose him again.