KRYCEK/SPORK SMUT FIC


 
 
Happiness is a White Spork: PART V
By VGIRL

Krycek looked around him happily. He had never been more...free in his life before. He saw a small boy staring in horror at all the fish corpses strewn about the lawn. 

"Hello young feller!" Krycek cried. "I AM THE FORT KING! WANNA PLAY IN MY FORT WITH ME?" 

The little boy looked at him and ran away sobbing. 

"Gee. Some kids are really touchy, huh?" 

Krycek returned to cavorting around the fort. It never seemed to get boring to him. Suddenly a figure stepped in front of his fort. 

Krycek bellowed "I AM THE FORT KING! WANNA COME AND PLAY IN MY FORT?" 

"No I don't want to play in your fort you fool!" cried the voice. It stepped forward to reveal a strangely beautiful woman. (*g*) 

"Well hello there fair stranger!" Krycek smiled. "Wanna see the sights? There is my fort. We are safe from the aliens there." 

The woman sighed. "Have you forgotten EVERYTHING, Krycek? 

Krycek looked at her in astonishment. "How do you know my name? Who are you?" 

She gave him an evil grin. "I know everything Krycek. I know what's going to happen to your little chickadee if you don't get your arse in gear." 

Krycek blinked. "Chickadee?" he peered at the figure. "Frohike?" 

"NOOO!" the figure belowed." You may call me Child of Nite." 

"Child of Nite?" Krycek said questioningly. "You must have had a very tramatic kindergarden. 

"Tell me about it." Child of Nite stiffened. "I mean, you have to go rescue Spork now. This fort has an evil spell on it! All who go near it are sucked into it's awesome power and are resorted to drunken and disorderly buffons." 

"Then why aren't you affected?" 

"What, cutie?" Child of Nite smiled at him and moved closer. "I mean, you have to go save Spork now! And we have to get away from this awesome and cool...I mean EVIL fort!" 
Krycek looked up quickly. "Spork! I hope it's not too late!" 
 

Chia left her workplace, sighing. Dr. Future was still in her office with Spnork. Chia sighed again. Spnork was soooo dreamy, but Dr. Future seemed to have some hold of Spnork. 

Suddenly Chia saw a water stain on the front desk from the condensation of a water glass....a glass that perhaps could hold Koolaid? 

"Hello?" She cried out nervously. A figure stepped out from the darkness. A figure with a glass in his hand. A figure with a glass of...Koolaid in his hand. 

"Hello, Chia." Koolaid Drinking Man said. "How are you??" 

Chia frowned. "Who the hell are you??? And how did you get in here?" 

The man sighed. He took a big swig of his Koolaid. "It's all about access, Chia. Did you know I can get in WalMart at any time of the day. ANY TIME of the day! Can you imagine the power I hold?" 

Chia looked at him in confusion. She decided he must be senile. Chia put her hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "Sir, Walmart is open 24 hours a day." She looked at him closely. "And your mouth is blue." 

Koolaid Drinking Man threw her arm off of his shoulder. "Chia, I am your father." 

Chia stared at him in disbelief, her mouth agape. Koolaid Drinking Man nodded smugly and then took another drink of his Koolaid. 

~~~~~~ Meanwhile~~~~~ 

Foon picked up Foon's pistol and aimed it at Spork. 

Spork stared in horror at Foon. "You aren't going to..kill me?" 

Foon shook Foon's head. "No. Not if you come with me willingly." 

Spork hesitated. "Okay." 
 

Dr.Future and Spnork stood in Dr.Future's office. 

"Do you understand what you have to do?" Dr.Future said with an evil grin. 

"Yes," Spnork said unhappily. "But...why?" 

"That baby kitchen utensil cannot be born." 

Spnork sighed. "I really don't want to do this." 

Dr. Future gave him another evil grin. "Yes, but if you don't, I can, with one 
push of this button, send all those bananabots in your blood straight to your brain, 
where they will destroy all the potassium in your body and KILL YOU!" She let off 
with an evil cackle. 

Spnork looked at her disgustedly. "You disgust me. And you have lettuce in your teeth." 

"I do?" Dr.Future checked herself in the mirror. "So I do...." 

On to part VI


 
 
 

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