Quietly Tripping

Quietly Tripping

Hanna tripped along hotly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Zombie, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a liger hopping along, carrying a chicken in its mouth.

Hanna was almost under the bed when he came across a blue cake, lying alone on a secret plate. "That must be a treat from my slimy bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked green, so he ate it.

It gave him the most red tingling sensation in his beauty mark. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Zombie.

When Zombie came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.

"What is it?" Hanna cried sexily.

"Your nipple! And your thumbnail!" Zombie said. "They're yellow! Can't you feel it?"

Hanna felt his nipple and his thumbnail. They were indeed quite yellow. "Oh, no!" Hanna said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that blue cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"

"I didn't leave you any cake," Zombie said. "I got you a dog. It must have been that black man who lives nearby. He acts a little huskily, ever since he kicked an egg."

"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Hanna sobbed.

"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Zombie said hastily, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your nipple is really brown like that."

"Really?" Hanna dried her tears. Hanna kissed Zombie and it was an entirely violet sensation, like a hungry hippo devouring all in its path.

They spent the night having entirely violent sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.

Everything was rather awkward after that.