Big Softie
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G through L › Lazytown
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,860
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Big Softie
Fandom: Lazytown
Pairings: attempted Robbie/Stephanie; implied Sportacus/Robbie
Rating: NC-17, not for explicit sex (there isn’t any), but because the implied pairing may disturb some readers.
Disclaimer: Lazytown and its inhabitants do not belong to me.
Dedication: for my dearest Anne Laurie, who likes this sort of thing.
“Here it is, little girl,” Robbie had called, waving Stephanie’s fluffy pink diary in the air. “I found it!” Now, seated beside her on the bench, he felt the tug of unexpected emotions. It was oddly gratifying to have her smiling at him and teasing him, smooshed up against him, casually including him in her circle of friends. It was even odder to feel the pressure of her body as she sat beside him, playfully shoving him and leaning on him. He was aware of her body heat, and her arm brushing his. It made him tingle. Strange little jolts of energy moved up his spine. His cock stirred.
He looked down at her, and she smiled up at him trustingly. For the first time Robbie had a sneaking suspicion of why that rambunctious goody-goody Sportacus spent so much time in the company of this little twerp…this feminine, lithe, appealing little twerp. It would serve Sportacus right, Robbie Rotten thought as Stephanie bounced up to dance with the superhero, if somebody else decided to “dance” with her. Robbie chortled, and sat up straighter, as the brilliance of this scheme sank in. “After all, she likes me,” he muttered gleefully to himself. “And I know Sportacus likes her. I bet he’d be a lot less energetic if he lost his little friend—to me!”
There was no point in attempting anything in front of all these people, though. Robbie slipped away, unnoticed, to work out the details of his scheme.
Back in his lair he looked over his costumes. “Too brainy,” he said, rejecting a scientist’s labcoat and thick glasses. “Too flamey,” he said, discarding a fireman’s uniform. “Too same-y,” he sneered, passing a purple striped suit exactly like the one he was wearing. “Perfect!” he exclaimed, when he reached a police-officer’s costume. “Children trust the police. Now all I need to do is catch her when she’s alone, instead of surrounded by those pesky friends of hers.”
That part proved easy. Concealed behind some bushes, he waited patiently. At dusk Stephanie, her pink backpack bouncing up and down on her back, skipped down the sidewalk on her way to her uncle’s house. Robbie watched her hungriliy. “Once I make her mine,” he told himself under his breath, “she’ll love me, and forget all about her foolish Sportacus.”
Stephanie heard the muttering. “Who’s there?” she called, taking an involuntary step backwards in alarm as Robbie popped up suddenly.
“Don’t be afraid, little girl,” he said. “I am a policeman.” And Stephanie, failing to recognize Robbie in his uniform and false moustache, took a trusting step closer.
“Is something wrong, officer?” she asked. He smirked at her clear-eyed earnestness.
“Yes,” he said. “I am investigating a…a theft, yes. Will you help me?”
“If I can,” she said.
“It’s a theft of clothing,” he said, improvising wildly. “If you could just come with me.” He led her behind the bushes, and then leaned forward conspiratorially. “I’m afraid,” he whispered, “that the dress you’re wearing looks exactly like the one that was stolen.”
“Oh, dear!” Stephanie said, her eyes widening. “But this one is mine. Honest!”
“Oh, I’m sure you’re telling the truth,” he assured her. “But I need to check. I’m sure you understand. If you could just slip it off for a minute, I could check the inside for evidence.” She looked uncertain. “You can trust me,” he leered. “I’m a policeman.”
“Well, yes,” she said, still doubtful. “I guess I can.” She dropped her backpack on the leaf-strewn ground and pulled her pink-striped dress off over her head.
He wordlessly took the dress, but made no move to examine it. Insterad he stood, looking at her. She was shivering slightly, and goosebumps were visible on her delicate arms and legs. She’d be warmer underneath me, he thought, flushing with desire. “You know, you’re a beautiful young lady,” he said, his voice low and caressing, but she wasn’t listening.
“You know who could probably help you?” she asked. “Sportacus!” She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, “Sportacus. Sportacus!”
“No, no,” Robbie yelped. “Shhh. Don’t do that!”
But it was too late. Sportacus had already sprung over the bushes with a high backflip, and was standing right in front of them.
“Stephanie!” he exclaimed. “What’s going on here?” Robbie watched his eyes fasten on the girl, and he recognized the hunger he saw there.
“Ha!” said Robbie triumphantly, temporarily forgetting that his plans had been ruined. “You’re just as bad as I am!” Gesturing emphatically, he accidentally dislodged his false moustache.
“Robbie Rotten!” Stephanie and Sportacus said in perfect unison. Sportacus shook his head in amused exasperation, and then his expression turned serious. He reached for Stephanie’s dress and handed it back to her.
“Get dressed, Stephanie,” he said gently.
“Ha!” Robbie snorted in disbelief. “You know you don’t want her to.”
Stephanie turned confused, innocent eyes to meet Sportacus’ gaze. “Get dressed,” he repeated calmly, his muscles trembling with the effort of behaving like a hero. “Someday, when you’re older, you’ll choose to undress for someone. But for now,” he smiled kindly, even though it was taking all of his strength and will to resist his own urges, “you should get dressed.”
Stephanie pulled her clothes on, snatched up her backpack, and bolted. When she had gone Sportacus turned to Robbie, raising one eyebrow.
“Very heroic,” Robbie sneered, “but don’t think you’ve fooled me! I know that under that squeaky clean exterior, you feel the same lust I do.”
“Then you’ll be sympathetic,” Sportacus said firmly, beginning to undo his belt, “to my need to let off some steam now.”
Robbie’s eyes widened in alarm as Sportacus’ erection sproinged into view. “Sportacus, no!” he said pleadingly, but it was too late: the hero was already on top of him.
Pairings: attempted Robbie/Stephanie; implied Sportacus/Robbie
Rating: NC-17, not for explicit sex (there isn’t any), but because the implied pairing may disturb some readers.
Disclaimer: Lazytown and its inhabitants do not belong to me.
Dedication: for my dearest Anne Laurie, who likes this sort of thing.
“Here it is, little girl,” Robbie had called, waving Stephanie’s fluffy pink diary in the air. “I found it!” Now, seated beside her on the bench, he felt the tug of unexpected emotions. It was oddly gratifying to have her smiling at him and teasing him, smooshed up against him, casually including him in her circle of friends. It was even odder to feel the pressure of her body as she sat beside him, playfully shoving him and leaning on him. He was aware of her body heat, and her arm brushing his. It made him tingle. Strange little jolts of energy moved up his spine. His cock stirred.
He looked down at her, and she smiled up at him trustingly. For the first time Robbie had a sneaking suspicion of why that rambunctious goody-goody Sportacus spent so much time in the company of this little twerp…this feminine, lithe, appealing little twerp. It would serve Sportacus right, Robbie Rotten thought as Stephanie bounced up to dance with the superhero, if somebody else decided to “dance” with her. Robbie chortled, and sat up straighter, as the brilliance of this scheme sank in. “After all, she likes me,” he muttered gleefully to himself. “And I know Sportacus likes her. I bet he’d be a lot less energetic if he lost his little friend—to me!”
There was no point in attempting anything in front of all these people, though. Robbie slipped away, unnoticed, to work out the details of his scheme.
Back in his lair he looked over his costumes. “Too brainy,” he said, rejecting a scientist’s labcoat and thick glasses. “Too flamey,” he said, discarding a fireman’s uniform. “Too same-y,” he sneered, passing a purple striped suit exactly like the one he was wearing. “Perfect!” he exclaimed, when he reached a police-officer’s costume. “Children trust the police. Now all I need to do is catch her when she’s alone, instead of surrounded by those pesky friends of hers.”
That part proved easy. Concealed behind some bushes, he waited patiently. At dusk Stephanie, her pink backpack bouncing up and down on her back, skipped down the sidewalk on her way to her uncle’s house. Robbie watched her hungriliy. “Once I make her mine,” he told himself under his breath, “she’ll love me, and forget all about her foolish Sportacus.”
Stephanie heard the muttering. “Who’s there?” she called, taking an involuntary step backwards in alarm as Robbie popped up suddenly.
“Don’t be afraid, little girl,” he said. “I am a policeman.” And Stephanie, failing to recognize Robbie in his uniform and false moustache, took a trusting step closer.
“Is something wrong, officer?” she asked. He smirked at her clear-eyed earnestness.
“Yes,” he said. “I am investigating a…a theft, yes. Will you help me?”
“If I can,” she said.
“It’s a theft of clothing,” he said, improvising wildly. “If you could just come with me.” He led her behind the bushes, and then leaned forward conspiratorially. “I’m afraid,” he whispered, “that the dress you’re wearing looks exactly like the one that was stolen.”
“Oh, dear!” Stephanie said, her eyes widening. “But this one is mine. Honest!”
“Oh, I’m sure you’re telling the truth,” he assured her. “But I need to check. I’m sure you understand. If you could just slip it off for a minute, I could check the inside for evidence.” She looked uncertain. “You can trust me,” he leered. “I’m a policeman.”
“Well, yes,” she said, still doubtful. “I guess I can.” She dropped her backpack on the leaf-strewn ground and pulled her pink-striped dress off over her head.
He wordlessly took the dress, but made no move to examine it. Insterad he stood, looking at her. She was shivering slightly, and goosebumps were visible on her delicate arms and legs. She’d be warmer underneath me, he thought, flushing with desire. “You know, you’re a beautiful young lady,” he said, his voice low and caressing, but she wasn’t listening.
“You know who could probably help you?” she asked. “Sportacus!” She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, “Sportacus. Sportacus!”
“No, no,” Robbie yelped. “Shhh. Don’t do that!”
But it was too late. Sportacus had already sprung over the bushes with a high backflip, and was standing right in front of them.
“Stephanie!” he exclaimed. “What’s going on here?” Robbie watched his eyes fasten on the girl, and he recognized the hunger he saw there.
“Ha!” said Robbie triumphantly, temporarily forgetting that his plans had been ruined. “You’re just as bad as I am!” Gesturing emphatically, he accidentally dislodged his false moustache.
“Robbie Rotten!” Stephanie and Sportacus said in perfect unison. Sportacus shook his head in amused exasperation, and then his expression turned serious. He reached for Stephanie’s dress and handed it back to her.
“Get dressed, Stephanie,” he said gently.
“Ha!” Robbie snorted in disbelief. “You know you don’t want her to.”
Stephanie turned confused, innocent eyes to meet Sportacus’ gaze. “Get dressed,” he repeated calmly, his muscles trembling with the effort of behaving like a hero. “Someday, when you’re older, you’ll choose to undress for someone. But for now,” he smiled kindly, even though it was taking all of his strength and will to resist his own urges, “you should get dressed.”
Stephanie pulled her clothes on, snatched up her backpack, and bolted. When she had gone Sportacus turned to Robbie, raising one eyebrow.
“Very heroic,” Robbie sneered, “but don’t think you’ve fooled me! I know that under that squeaky clean exterior, you feel the same lust I do.”
“Then you’ll be sympathetic,” Sportacus said firmly, beginning to undo his belt, “to my need to let off some steam now.”
Robbie’s eyes widened in alarm as Sportacus’ erection sproinged into view. “Sportacus, no!” he said pleadingly, but it was too late: the hero was already on top of him.