Disclaimer: I can hope, wish and dream that I own SpongeBob, but it's just wishful thinking. Stephen Hilenburg is the owner.
24/12/2013: Important Author Note: A message to all the readers out there worldwide who still have the will (which shocks and endears me) to read this fanfic...THANK YOU!
ALSO, Chapter 16 is refurbished to a certain degree. Go check that out if you wish.
Besides that, as you'll probably notice the title for this fanfic has kind of changed again back to its original title. Thirty Titillating Tales! Unfortunately that does means there will be less chapters now. However, that's because there are Spandy fics I'm desperate to write and in regards to my college-life (England based) I might no get the chance too. So I hope you understand. Without further ado, please read on.
Title: Challenging a squirrel
Truth be told, there have been momentous moments where SpongeBob SquarePants (believe it or not) will not put up with crap no longer and fight back. Seriously, the lil' square dude does have a back bone (even if he is an invertebrate...?)! He will fight for what he believes in till the bitter end. Examples that show this are: kicking Squidward outta him home to GET A JOB! Telling Patrick to share the workload when he had to take care of the baby clam himself and demanding Mr. Krabs for a raise which...actually...that wasn't at all successful. Back to the point, fight someone is on a different spectrum of foolishness than challenging them. Especially a someone like Sandy Cheeks. That squirrel don't play around!
It could be considered tough-luck that the hitherto sponge named SpongeBob was still her lackey (or labourer) for the third time this month but, perhaps the tough-luck was justifiable in a sense when the precious blueprints from a college were brought into play.
In fact, when blueprints are brought into play,tough-luck it is unequivocally justifiable.
Weeks ago the squirrel named Sandy had decided that an accidentally (which was putting it lightly) obliterated blueprint from the Hamster Dr. H. Hankanotvitch (which she had been hankering for years and years), rightfully deserved harsh punishment of some sort. At first corporal punishment in terms of beating the sponge black-and-blue was immediate when Sandy witnessed beyond repair blueprints in his spongy hands. Him chuckling nervously did nothing to cease her blood pressure yet, the idea instantly vanished at the sight of big sea blue, apologetic, beseeching eyes.
To date, she wonders in mortification, 'Why in sam heck is such a hue of blue mah only weakness?'
Although the squirrel didn't lash out against her friend, she still sanctioned him. At the end of the day, she couldn't just ask Dr. Hankanotvitch for another archetype due to him undertaking a five year expedition in space. It was set in stone. She'd make sure SpongeBob would never dare destroy her things ever again.
. . . .
To her he was her spongy subservient servant but, to him he thought of himself centrally located between a submissive servant and shamed slave (the humiliating maid outfit had made another comeback). Not even his neighbour Squidward had a high obsessive-compulsive nature like she did when he lost his job at the Krusty Krab.
After having swept all the floors in her house and wiping all her mirrors until the shine on them blinded him. He arrived at her basement. 'I know those blueprints were really important and all,' pondered SpongeBob as he continued to hand wash all one-hundred and twenty-four articles of Sandy's clothing (meanwhile embarrassed at the silky lingerie he held in his hands longer than needed), 'but can't Sandy at least give me a-'
The bell jingled.
The squirrel called, the sponge groaned, the squirrel reminded, the sponge whined, the squirrel reprimanded, the sponge shut up.
With cunning and crafty words, Sandy Cheeks had placed SpongeBob under her thumb and cautioned him as to who's boots he was licking (figuratively so). Whether he was tired or not made no difference as he was supposed to be at her every beck and call. It was after all the agreements made and amends for his unforgiving wrong.
She questioned her manservant, "Bob, what took ya so long?"
It didn't annoy the sponge that she shortened his name (he kind of liked it) but, the fact the she pretended not to know why he took so long unsettled him slightly.
"Well, like you told me to Sandy, I-"
"Excuse me?" interrupted Sandy, not liking the careless conduct just made. Was he challenging her? "I think mah ears are deceiving me or, is someone a lil' rebel?"
SpongeBob inhaled a breath, "Sorry, Ms. Cheeks. I forgot my manners." he apologised, bowing also in mock shame to please her.
Sandy laughed at the sight.
"Golly, Bob. Y'all don't hav'ta act like a beat up mule." is what she said in a too cheerful manner which nearly made the sponge frown. "You're my servant not my slave!" he nearly laughed at that. "Even though I own yer back side...anyway don't cha see how hot I am?"
'You have no idea.' was a thought he quickly berated himself for since her question possessed double meanings.
Sandy at serene ease, relaxed in her lounger, with by a tropical smoothie besides her, casually exhibited a stringy tricoloured two-piece in respect to Texas that left no imagination for her water-breathing friend (who possessed the most imagination in the city!). It didn't help that the aforementioned ocean dweller knew she was much more than pretty.
"SpongeBob!"
"Yes, Ms. Cheeks! H-how may I serve you today?"
His lickety split reply surprised her due to supersonic speed the words came out his mouth. Deciding to scrutinize him, Sandy lowered her sunglasses a little bit. She smirked. It was barely noticeable still, it was a rather smug smirk. Unashamedly, Sandy sort of liked the way the sponge was wrapped around her finger though, she randomly pondered if her bikini may have held some control on him too. Honestly, there had to be a reason to his reddened freckled cheeks, right?
Setting her drink down on the table, Sandy's appetite felt the need to obtain a treat she secretly adored, "Stop fannin' me, Bob and fetch me mah Bon-Bons." commanded the squirrel with a gesture of her hand.
Not being one to complain in a circumstance where he couldn't. SpongeBob did as he was told to.
"Here your Majesty," rewarded with a stare, he immediately understood his carelessness. "Ms. Cheeks!" he correctly himself. "I hope you enjoy you're delightful delicacy."
"No need to yer hope. I'mma enjoy this but, I'll enjoy it better if ya feed me."
SpongeBob did a double take.
"Feed you?" he asked unsure as if he heard wrong.
"Why not?" bold brown eyes dared him to challenge her words, but SpongeBob didn't rise up to the bait. To do so would be a careless conduct of behaviour on his part. Destroying the blueprints had already been bad enough.
. . . .
Offering Sandy her guilty high-in-sugar-calories pleasure wasn't humiliating or laborious in any manner what so ever however, he did jump when her tongue at times nevertheless, that was in comparison to the way in which he yelped the instant when he sucked his finger. He held his breath in spite of his bubble helmet. It was simply that careless conduct or considered type of conduct from her which created a big internal reaction from the sponge to act rashly later.
It was on the spur of the moment where much wasn't considered that Sandy Cheeks grasped a spongy finger before it could leave her and covered it with her mouth.
"M-Ms C-cheeks." stuttered her servant, feeling very much powerless and strangely excited at how Sandy was determined to extract the chocolate flavour that was predominate on his index finger. She was so dedicated, so concentrated that the sponge could help but think if his female friend was secretly a chocoholic like seventy-five percent of the world (or a sadist that desired to break his spirit).
"Sandy," he mumbled bashfully. "Could you please stop I-I don't-"
The sucking ceased.
Her mouth unleashed his finger and SpongeBob himself felt rather frightened that he sorely missed the hot cavern which was all due to her.
"Oops! Pardon me. I couldn't help myself." the grin and batted eyes accompanied with her words assured SpongeBob without a doubt that she could very well help herself if she truly wanted to. He wasn't an idiot (perhaps naïve)! Bashful and heavily bothered at her actions, the sponge felt his patience thinning.
In fact it could be argued that his pious-like patience of hid had been thinning for some time now. Looks like his back bone will make an appearance since 'I think she's pushing a little too far now' was his last coherent thought.
. . . .
In the crook of his arm where the box of Bon-Bon's were the sponge surreptitiously took a gander into the box to see how much remained. 'Two. Okay, only two.' There was only two that remained and the sponge reasoned to himself that Sandy didn't need to know that. What she didn't know couldn't affect her, at least that's what the sponge hoped.
"Another one." she dazedly said in lazy demand, her coffee-coloured eyes long ago closed in pure bliss as each and every delicious delight entered her mouth.
SpongeBob informed her that, "It's the last one," and Sandy muttered something unclear when he put the box down.
As the third last Bon-Bon made it's journey down her mouth, the sponge stretched a limb and clutched the two chocolate delights.
He plopped them in and nearly plopped them out.
Skinny legs of his trembled and gave out.
Collapsing to the ground with his hands over his mouth, he tried to quite down the moan that was desperate to escape. 'Great Barrier Reef, the advert isn't kidding! This is a tantalizing piece of heaven!' he remarked in his head. 'My body is melting just like the chocolate.'
Just realising that his eyes were shut in utter felicity, SpongeBob re-opened his eyes and came at a stupor to the sight of entertained yet, frenzied brown orbs which glared into his.
There was an unsaid question in them. He knew what she was thinking. When he finished reflecting on all the good times they had both shared, SpongeBob gathered all the fake confidence and mimicked her previous words from before. "Oops! Pardon me. I couldn't help myself"
She blinked once, twice, thrice and a fourth time to make sure she was sure she heard what she heard. She finally understood. She understood that he ate her bonbon. Her last bonbon. Her last chocolate coated bonbons.
"I'd quit attempting to aggravate me if I was you, SpongeBob." she warned. "You ain't gonna like it."
He swallowed all the remaining fear within him and admitted. "I already don't."
She'd be lying if she said she wasn't taken aback by his answer. It was bold and brash and uncharacteristically not him. 'The heck is wrong with-' Suddenly, it came as a mini-bombshell to her that SpongeBob's willingness to endure was cracking or had he already cracked.
"Ms. Cheeks." he said politely, "I can't help but notice that you're eyes are darker now. Also you're hands are shaking. Boy, you should see those pretty eyes of yours twitching too. I'm worried that you're a chocoholic." he listed with a recognisable tone of smugness inserted at times. "Are you?"
'Well, I'll be. The lil' square dude's cracked!' she noted with interest. 'I aint' gonna forgive 'im for the Bon-Bon's though. They're mighty pricey these days.'
Her smooth, controlled reply was. "I ain't a chocoholic. I just av' a sweet tooth on me but, you'll have no teeth soon if y'all don't get yer backside to the store and fetch me new ones."
Her words were a warning. A threat. A rather scary threat but, SpongeBob was on a roll. He wasn't going to stop now since he had her right where he wanted her.
"Sorry, Ms. Cheeks." the politeness was gone as he shrugged his shoulders, "But I can't hear the magical wooords. Plus, if you want your Bon-Bon's so bad then, you'll just have to settle for what's in my mouth." for good measure, as suggestive as he good be. SpongeBob slowly licked his lips at the top and temptingly bit his ones at the bottom.
Oh, what a mistake that was.
Sandy slid down from the chair and snaked over to the sponge who's boldness had receded remarkably the closer in proximity she came. Until he felt glass against his back did SpongeBob realise Sandy had him cornered with her furred hands gripping his shoulders, tilting his head up.
Him being petrified was an understatement. Screw the fact that he had said Texas in vain. Erase the history of competitiveness between them once. And the squirrel jokes don't compare to this. He's bit off more he can chew this time since, who in their right mind messes with a chocoholic?!
SpongeBob shut his eyes in total fear.
Sandy threw all caution to the wind, hell-bent on teaching him what happened with you conducted yourself carelessly. Their friendship crossing boundaries did not even come up once in her head.
. . . .
Beryl blue eyes bared themselves and broadened.
He was still breathing.
SpongeBob had anticipated a powerful punch. Mentally he knew what he'd have to say at Weenie Hut General, 'A savage beast...attacked me. It was an accident.' not to get her in trouble. This is why when Sandy removed his bubble helmet, he knew it was all over. After all land creatures loved to torture sea critter with the phenomena air but, her kissing him...
That was unexpected.
The male servant drew in a sharp intake of breath as his female master's lips descended and brushed upon his. 'What is Sandy-!' It had been unexpected, without warning, a complete surprise, so naturally the sponge was unprepared and paralysed as to what he was meant to do. At the tug he felt her make on his bottom lip, SpongeBob yelped in absolute awe at her risqué actions, unintentionally giving her tongue full admission into his mouth.
From then onwards, his mind logged off, shut off and unfortunately exploded.
Sandy Cheeks invaded his mouth without a sexual intent, yet the sensuality of her trespassing could not be missed. Without question did SpongeBob not miss the all-tongue invasion in his mouth. He moaned. He groaned. The sounds themselves extremely close to whimpers. It all lead him to realise the he couldn't stop Sandy if he even wanted to. Even if he wanted was a rude awakening phrase he did not want to ponder about.
Engaged in warfare with himself, SpongeBob did desire to submit to unusual, carnal instincts not really accessed before which urged him like crazy to respond to Sandy but, he was who he was. Naive. But that was debatable when concerning his vocal chords at present.
He was tongue-tied. Pun intended.
The split second wherein her tongue had slid its way in to encounter his, gradually so, an aching warmish heat pooled in his belly along with a twitch in the region between SpongeBob's legs.
He panicked like no tomorrow. 'B-Barnacles! Since when does that usually happen? It has to be really cold for my...that body part to be like that! Dear Neptune, please don't let Sandy figure out I'm-' his prayers were left unfinished.
Whether he liked it or not, Sandy must have figured it out the moment when she pressed her scantily clad self against him.
Once seeing that her manservant was indeed becoming an active participant in this encounter, Sandy removed her mouth from his, murmured his name as well as place her head against his shoulder. He felt her breath upon his cheek like a perfumed air. Where was his bubble helmet again?!
. . . .
Wetting her lips in a languorous manner (which he tried to not look at), she admired mentally 'Ain't he the cutest blusher under the sea' . Before Sandy focused with satisfaction the poor yellow sap before her, plainly red. She noted with interest that, 'He's blushin' so red that his freckles are lost!'
Whereas Sandy possessed the ability to use language, SpongeBob's speech faculties were obliterated.
"Hey, you there SpongeBob? "
He replied, "Y-yes," then quickly added politely. "Ms. Cheeks?" No way could he afford to challenge this squirrel again.
Sandy smiled like the cat who got the canary. However in this case she was the squirrel who got her chocolate (one way or another).
"Well, could y'all be docile and head down to the Barg'N-Mart to fetch me some Bon-Bon's, please?" was an innocent request growing naughty when she mentioned, "Cause much as I enjoyed settling for that delectable mouth of yers," whispered Sandy hotly and honestly against his invisible ear (which was fuming by the way), "I'm purty sure that you and yer friend down here..." purposely her brown-furred fingers drew circles on his 'stiff' friend. This only rendered SpongeBob to whine out her name. Wantonly. "Ain't ready for that kind of settlement yet."
A/N: For some reason, I'm unable to write sexual encounters between SpongeBob and Sandy without a plot. I don't know why but, I'll try and see what I can do about it if I wish to do something about it. So once you: truly REFLECT on what you have read. Please freely REVIEW on what you have read! Till next time :)