The Medicine Show (part 6/6)
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nothing worth suing for.
Summary: The boys continue on the trail Spike is a gunfighter
Xander an ex-saloon boy. Together they travel west.
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Due to RL buzzing in BmblBee's hive, final two stories in
this series will not be posted right away.
Please use this intermission to visit the snack bar for jujubes and snowcaps
"Bounce. Bounce harder you little bastard, you. Oh yes, that's the way"
Yea, It was Giles voice.
And straddling his lap bouncing as if his
little life depended on it was....
Spike stood still. Looking around, the only question in his mind
at this point was
'Wonder where they keep the coffee?'
Seeing that they were totally engrossed in what they were doing,
and not wanting to explain to Xander why he didn't get the coffee,
Spike stepped into the wagon.
He was immediately assaulted by the smell of sex and
the sound of groaning, moaning and skin slapping skin
Peeking down at himself he was not at all surprised that he had no
hint of an erection.
With any luck his hard on would return by spring.
Crawling along the wall he spotted it. The golden grail so to speak.
Off to his left the grunting, name calling and skin slapping
had sped up and gotten more frantic.
'It's now or never' Spike thought.
Quickly he hustled on hands and knees forward.
Just as he reached for his prize,
Giles came, Randy came, and Spike grabbed the coffee.
Thanks to perfect angling, Randy shot come right onto the
back of Spike's head. Cringing, the only things saving him
now were the fact that it was still dark out and
therefore dark in the wagon, and that Spike had slapped his own hand
over his mouth to keep himself from screaming.
Realizing it would take them a few minutes to disengage and recoup,
Spike stuffed the coffee in his pocket and crawled backward out the door.
"That's it Xan! We go now!" Spike was snatching things up to pack
and heading towards his horse.
"Can't we even say good bye? They really have been great, Spike"
Spike sighed. "Look, love. I will go get everything ready to go.
You can wait here. If anyone gets up you give them our thanks
and good byes. But when I am done, we go. Understand?"
"Thanks, Spike." Xander smiled and waited by the camp.
'Can't wait to get the hell out of here.' Spike thought
'Goddamn little fucker. Shouldn't nobody get that much tail.
Got a damn cock bigger than a mule. Fuckin' horses probably
aren't safe around him' Finally finished ranting and packing,
Spike smiled. They were ready to go.
All that was left was to collect Xander and hit the trail.
Turning around towards the camp, Spike
parted the bush and entered the clearing.
There in front of him, leaning against the wagon having what appeared
to be a very enjoyable conversation was Xander and ....Randy!.
"Oh, hell no." Spike screamed and ran over to them.
"Gotta go lets go gotta go now thanks for everything see ya bye."
Spike had Xander by the arm and was running with him back to the horses.
"Damn, Spike. What the hell was that?"
"Just ready to go love." Spike sighed with relief.
Heading off towards the main road Spike turned to Xander.
"Remember what you asked me yesterday?"
Xander just blinked, trying to remember.
"Well the answer is yes," Spiked continued
"In this case a medicine show is definitely the same as a freak show!"