16CHAPTER TWELVE
It was later on Valentines night and the gymnasium was a-rocking, if you were female that is.
The stage was now covered several inches deep in female underwear (and even the occasional jock-strap), it appeared that all the ladies had become groupies for Mr Tom Jones, and yes, the Drode, they screamed louder than the objects of their affections could sing, even without the mikes.
Meanwhile back at the tables, it appeared that all the gentlemen, had entered a severe depression, sneering and staring and chugging down booze.
Were did the alcohol come from at a school dance you ask? Well you see the trick is the day before the dance you go into the school bathrooms and lift up the lids, (at the top, where the flush button is, not the bowl part, sicko) of the toilets, then you can store the beer inside of the toilet, ALWAYS make sure however that the beer is in UNOPENED bottles and cans, ofterwise ewwwww.
The table that held the two remaining male Animorphs, David and Britz was no exception, Jake and Tobias sucked down their bottles of, ummm, American beer, David, being a rat as he was, was getting blitzed on shot glasses and Britz was drinking from a can of VB (real Aussie beer) and his boot flask of Coca-Cola at varying intervals, the table was surrounded by empty cans and bottles of beer from both nationalities.
David asked this sad group in slurred thought-speak How ish it possahble that she could chwoos Tom Jonesah over meee? It appeared that his sloshed state even affected his thought's, I mean whas he got dat I don't got? he then coughed up a ratty little hairball and dropped a small pile of rat pellets onto the table.
"Oh I can't imagine," Britz drawled sarcastically, then giggled drunkly at his own wit.
Tom Jones and the Drode finished their second encore and decided to call it a night, they ran for the back door as they could followed by well over a hundred of their newest groupies.
"Lets go and scream things outside their hotels rooms all night!" One girl in the crowd yelled, the others screamed back in agreement, among the loudest screechers were Rachel and Cassie, all the ladies left in one huge shouting, sweating mass.
five minutes of uncomfortable silence passed at the table.
"I don't think they're coming back," Jake told Tobias as sagely as he could muster, Tobias eyes simply stared ahead with a blank glazed-over look.
But he was wrong, one did return: Peace.
"Hello Davey-Wavey my love" she cooed to the drunken rat.
Davids normaly dim and now even dimmer animal eyes squinted and narrowed, entirely of their own accord until finally focusing on Peace's shaply form.
you came back for meee? Davids tongue lolled from his mouth like a friendly dog's.
"Well of course I did," She smiled down at him, "I love you my wittle wat-baby."
Yeah, yeah cool... his eyes may have focused but his brain was no sharper, cause what's he got...What's he...What's he got... He couldn't finish his thought but Peace didn't seem to mind, she scooped up the stammering rat and walked off, stroking her fingers through his fur.
Five more minutes of the same uncomfortable silence passed while Jake's face showed obvious strain, the straining came from both his mind and bladder.
Finally the coherent thought got through, he asked Britz "How come he got Peace back?"
This raised Britz from his alcohol-induced stupor to come up with "Huh?"
"Well your the writer of this fic, egotistical and Peace and Pam were created in your mind..."
"Which really shows what a sick place it is in there." Britz interrupted and Jake ignored.
"And David's a rat, literally and figuratively, yet he got his lady friend back and you didn't, what's the deal?" Jake finished.
Britz stared down at his boot flask and took a swig, then mumbled, "I have self-esteem issues."
"What issues? Your a friggen egomaniac!" Jake replied.
"I also multiple-personality disorder," Britz half-sobbed and he chugged at the can of VB (real Aussie beer.)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Meanwhile a car pulled up at the very clichely named 'Makeout Point', this car was driven by none other than Toby the Hork-Bajir seer, she drove cause she had a license, how a Hork-Bajir got a license is beyond me, they have bad eyesight don't they? Hmmmm, yes, opps I'm poking holes in my own story. Also she was the one who had this destination in mind.
"Uhhh Toby," Marco stammered, "I think we passed my house, like, seven miles back." He looked around the cars surroundings, "say, is this 'Makeout Point'?"
"Yes," Toby admitted, "you ever been here before?" She asked in a very husky tone, which was just as close to sensual as she could get.
"No, but I've heard good things," Marco told her, then a nervous glance took in Toby's quivering form, her muscles were bunched, her eyes were lustful and her intention was obvious, she began to unzip her dress. (slut! *cough* slut!)
"Oh no, no no no no...No." Marco stuttered, holding up his arms as if to protect himself.
Toby gave up on the zip and ripped off the red dress, it was quite tight, (it had taken her an hour and forty minutes plus a barrel of lubricant and the jaws of life to get on,) then began to work on the bra,(yes she was wearing a bra, a very big bra, it was Underwear For Anywhere made by the fine people at Ecstatic Egg Wear, not really an inside joke but as close to one as I'll ever get, I never get inside, sniff.)
Toby growled out "how do you undo this damn thing?" as she fumbled around with the latch.
"Wow, you're just as clueless as us guys?" Marco was astonised.
"Well it's not like I usually wear them," Toby pointed out, "but look at these" she slapped her chest.
Marco gulped quite audibly, "those are very nice, you grow them yourself?"
"No silly, I got them special for this date," She told him, still fiddling with the latch, "I've been on 'the Internet' I know how obsessed you humans are with breasts, quite frankly I don't get it" the bra fell free.
"Oooh holy-momma."
"Come're you," Toby licked her, Uhh, beak I guess and leapt for Marco.
Thankfully we cut to a view outside the car, it shuddered and nearly tipped on it's side from the impact of Tobys jump, Marco head snapped back and put a good crack on the passenger side window, but before his woozy mind could comprehend any pain he was hauled into the back seat by Toby's muscular bladed arms.
"No! No! No! No! Nooooo!" Marco screamed in actual disagreement.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesssssss!" Toby screamed back as her panties, big enough to house a family of four, flew out the window.
The car bounced along with her movements, smoke poured from the engine and all four tires blew out simultaneously.
"OOH BABY." Marco cried from inside in tones deep enough to rival the great Barry White himself.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Much later Toby and Marco sat together in the backseat of Toby's car, both as naked as the day they were born.
Toby stared at Marco with what seemed to be a permanent grin etched on her monsterous face, "You were great Marco," she told him and puffed on her traditional after-sex cigerette.
Marco eyes stared unseeingly ahead, an unlit cigerette dangled from the side of his mouth. His left arm was bent off at an unusual angle and he drooled like a newly-labotimized man.
Toby grew a little nervous from the blank look on Marco's face but continued, "gentle as a lamb, but powerful, you were an animal Marco," He most certainly had been an animal with Toby, a weeping, screaming panicky one.
Still Marco did not respond, Toby grew a little scared.
"Marco?" She shook lightly, no response, "Marco?" She shook him so hard his brain bounced around in his skull but there was no reply.
"Oy vey, how will I explain this mess to my parents?" She asked nothing in particular.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
And here is the wrap-up...
Rachel, Cassie and Pam are now groupies for Mr Tom Jones and the Drode and are now deep in dept cause of all the new sets of panties they must buy after each show.
Tobias was drunk too long and became a human nothlit, he woke up the next day in bed at a Holiday Inn with a police women's hat and suspenders, a traffic cone (it's not a good night if you don't get a traffic cone.) and there was a note on the dresser addressed to him as 'the lonely boy in the rain', it read: 'I am the flower you are the seed, we walked in the garden we planted a tree, don't try to find me, please don't you dare, just live in my memory, you'll always be there..Etc'
Jake tried some 'Victoria Bitter' (real Aussie beer) and woke up naked three weeks later in New Mexico, pierced in a half-dozen places and with the name 'Geoff' tattooed across his buttocks, he never found out who Geoff was.
Britz woke up with no idea who or where he was, but that was normal for him in the morning time.
Marco suffered a broken arm, several shattered ribs, a concussion and was put in a coma for two months from his night 'o' loooove with Toby, he is currently re-learning how to tie his shoelaces.
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Britz-Most romantic story I ever heard that, whadda you think? Write us a review pleeeeeeeease, I live entirely on feedback, (along with some air and alot of Coke I guess.) Ciao fan-fic fans.
