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Prompt:
Mustache
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Mustache
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
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"Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow"
by KittyLynne
"Mustache Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"Beauty's Secret"
by KittyShan
by KittyLynne
"Mustache Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"Beauty's Secret"
by KittyShan
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Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow?
Word: Mustache
Word Count: 440
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyLynne
Word: Mustache
Word Count: 440
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyLynne
Red Lion awaits. I'm sipping a coffee to rid my brain of cobwebs as I walk to practice. It's been a week since Keith went on a furlough. He's back, and I have to get back in the swing of things.
"Hey Lance." Hunk says, coming out of his room. It takes a moment before I realize he's grinning ear to ear. I give him a quizzical look.
"Have you seen Keith since he got back?" He asks.
"No. Why, what's up?"
Hunk is almost giggling. "Oh no, then I'm not gonna tell! You gotta see it for yourself!"
I'm not going to bite. "Whatever!"
We head down to Castle Control, picking up Pidge along the way. Whatever Keith's got going, the kid knows and is snickering too.
Okay fine. Don't tell me!
The doors to the control room open to reveal the sight of our leader standing behind a seated Coran. Keith's back is to us. We walk forward, and he turns to greet us.
And I see it. I stop walking. I stare.
Someone's painted a black, bushy caterpillar over Keith's upper lip!
He sees me staring. "Decided to grow a mustache," he says, as his fingers smooth the hairs, "what do you think?"
It's a full one, I'll give it that- so full it looks fake. He's groomed it so the two big bristle batons point downwards, in an inverted 'v'.
Lordy be, it's a Bro-merang!
A laugh threatens to escape. I swallow it. Has Allura seen it yet? I'm afraid to ask.
"It's really dark. And it makes you look older." I say, trying my hardest to be diplomatic in the face of his utterly hideous nose neighbor. It looks ridiculous! The nickname 'Captain Tickles' enters my mind and won't leave. I almost choke.
Hunk and Pidge are red-faced and puffy-cheeked. I look away from them quickly before I lose it.
The door opens again and in walks Allura. She's smiling until she sees Keith. She points at him and screams,
"Keith! What's on your mouth?"
Keith looks like he wants to go down the lion chute right now. "So you don't like my mustache?" He asks, looking like a sad, brown-eyed schnauzer.
Allura squints. "Oh! I thought it was a-" She breaks off, flashes a bright smile. "Never mind! It's very hairy- er, very nice!"
I'm shaking. My stomach hurts from holding the laughter in.
Keith is desperate for affirmation. "What do you think of the mustache, Coran?" He asks.
The Royal Diplomat, as usual, has the last word. Stroking his own impressive lip shadow, he says,
"I think it's already grown on me, Keith."
The End ~'~
"Hey Lance." Hunk says, coming out of his room. It takes a moment before I realize he's grinning ear to ear. I give him a quizzical look.
"Have you seen Keith since he got back?" He asks.
"No. Why, what's up?"
Hunk is almost giggling. "Oh no, then I'm not gonna tell! You gotta see it for yourself!"
I'm not going to bite. "Whatever!"
We head down to Castle Control, picking up Pidge along the way. Whatever Keith's got going, the kid knows and is snickering too.
Okay fine. Don't tell me!
The doors to the control room open to reveal the sight of our leader standing behind a seated Coran. Keith's back is to us. We walk forward, and he turns to greet us.
And I see it. I stop walking. I stare.
Someone's painted a black, bushy caterpillar over Keith's upper lip!
He sees me staring. "Decided to grow a mustache," he says, as his fingers smooth the hairs, "what do you think?"
It's a full one, I'll give it that- so full it looks fake. He's groomed it so the two big bristle batons point downwards, in an inverted 'v'.
Lordy be, it's a Bro-merang!
A laugh threatens to escape. I swallow it. Has Allura seen it yet? I'm afraid to ask.
"It's really dark. And it makes you look older." I say, trying my hardest to be diplomatic in the face of his utterly hideous nose neighbor. It looks ridiculous! The nickname 'Captain Tickles' enters my mind and won't leave. I almost choke.
Hunk and Pidge are red-faced and puffy-cheeked. I look away from them quickly before I lose it.
The door opens again and in walks Allura. She's smiling until she sees Keith. She points at him and screams,
"Keith! What's on your mouth?"
Keith looks like he wants to go down the lion chute right now. "So you don't like my mustache?" He asks, looking like a sad, brown-eyed schnauzer.
Allura squints. "Oh! I thought it was a-" She breaks off, flashes a bright smile. "Never mind! It's very hairy- er, very nice!"
I'm shaking. My stomach hurts from holding the laughter in.
Keith is desperate for affirmation. "What do you think of the mustache, Coran?" He asks.
The Royal Diplomat, as usual, has the last word. Stroking his own impressive lip shadow, he says,
"I think it's already grown on me, Keith."
The End ~'~
~*~
When a member of the Voltron Force goes on vacation, they usually come back with souvenirs like t-shirts, baseball caps, candy, tequila glasses or holo-postcards. This time it was Hunk's turn to take a well deserved vacation, but he only brought a souvenir from Earth and the team can't take their eyes off it.
The Princess was pleasantly surprised, she said it made him look wiser, more experienced. She even used the word sexy.
Allura asked him if she could touch it. A smiling Hunk was ready to oblige the beautiful girl, receiving the attention his jealous teammates could only dream of... well that could apply to Lance and Pidge, because Keith seemed oblivious to her loving attentions.
Is this guy for real? Hunk thought despairingly, wishing he could knock some sense into Keith's head. Doesn't he realize the Princess is infatuated with him?
"It's so soft," Allura cooed. "Like your hair."
Hunk blushed. "Erh... thanks, Princess."
"I can't believe this!" Lance growled, plopping on the couch next to Keith, and crossing his arms. "Fussing over facial hair."
"Not just facial hair," Pidge said with disgust, pointing at Hunk face. "But... that."
"Don't worry, little buddy," he said affably. "You'll get yours someday... you too, Lance."
The pilot of Red Lion made a face. "Haha, very funny. Why would I want a food collector?"
Princess frowned at him. "Lance, don't say that. He will take good care of it, won't you, Hunk?"
The big guy smiled at her. "Of course, Princess. I even bought a grooming kit."
"Oh, please!" Lance exclaimed, shaking his head. "I can grow one anytime!"
"Sure, Lance," Hunk said dismissively. "Anything you say."
Narrowing his eyes, Lance jumped to his feet. "You don't believe me? I'll show you!" And he left the rec room.
"He'll need at least two years to grow a thin one," Hunk said.
Allura then glanced at Keith. "You could follow Hunk's lead."
Keith smiled kindly at her. "Do you think so?"
She nodded. "Oh, yes. You would look very handsome with one."
"And you wouldn't be able to take her hands off you, Chief," Pidge said with a sly smile on his face.
Keith stared at his friend for a few moments then caught on. "Yeah, you're right." Blushing, he excused himself, saying that he was swamped with paperwork and would remain in his office the rest of the day.
Paperwork, my ass! Hunk thought evilly. He was sure Keith would sit in his chair and dream about the Princess and her playful hands all over him.
Smiling, Pidge left the rec room, maybe he could convince Lance to give him a few grooming tips.
Allura stood on her toes and gave Hunk a quick kiss on the lips. "Thank you for following my lead, Hunk."
He grinned at her. "Don't mention it! Just call me the mustache meister!"
FINIS
The Princess was pleasantly surprised, she said it made him look wiser, more experienced. She even used the word sexy.
Allura asked him if she could touch it. A smiling Hunk was ready to oblige the beautiful girl, receiving the attention his jealous teammates could only dream of... well that could apply to Lance and Pidge, because Keith seemed oblivious to her loving attentions.
Is this guy for real? Hunk thought despairingly, wishing he could knock some sense into Keith's head. Doesn't he realize the Princess is infatuated with him?
"It's so soft," Allura cooed. "Like your hair."
Hunk blushed. "Erh... thanks, Princess."
"I can't believe this!" Lance growled, plopping on the couch next to Keith, and crossing his arms. "Fussing over facial hair."
"Not just facial hair," Pidge said with disgust, pointing at Hunk face. "But... that."
"Don't worry, little buddy," he said affably. "You'll get yours someday... you too, Lance."
The pilot of Red Lion made a face. "Haha, very funny. Why would I want a food collector?"
Princess frowned at him. "Lance, don't say that. He will take good care of it, won't you, Hunk?"
The big guy smiled at her. "Of course, Princess. I even bought a grooming kit."
"Oh, please!" Lance exclaimed, shaking his head. "I can grow one anytime!"
"Sure, Lance," Hunk said dismissively. "Anything you say."
Narrowing his eyes, Lance jumped to his feet. "You don't believe me? I'll show you!" And he left the rec room.
"He'll need at least two years to grow a thin one," Hunk said.
Allura then glanced at Keith. "You could follow Hunk's lead."
Keith smiled kindly at her. "Do you think so?"
She nodded. "Oh, yes. You would look very handsome with one."
"And you wouldn't be able to take her hands off you, Chief," Pidge said with a sly smile on his face.
Keith stared at his friend for a few moments then caught on. "Yeah, you're right." Blushing, he excused himself, saying that he was swamped with paperwork and would remain in his office the rest of the day.
Paperwork, my ass! Hunk thought evilly. He was sure Keith would sit in his chair and dream about the Princess and her playful hands all over him.
Smiling, Pidge left the rec room, maybe he could convince Lance to give him a few grooming tips.
Allura stood on her toes and gave Hunk a quick kiss on the lips. "Thank you for following my lead, Hunk."
He grinned at her. "Don't mention it! Just call me the mustache meister!"
FINIS
~*~
Beauty's Secret
Word: Mustache
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyShan
Warning: Suggestive Content/Innuendo
Word: Mustache
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyShan
Warning: Suggestive Content/Innuendo
"There's nothing that can be done, the first time always hurts the worst." His voice was gentle. "I'll do it as quickly as I can to minimize your pain, okay Princess?"
"I think so," Allura sighed, she felt so vulnerable. Reclining, she tugged the sheet covering her semi-nude form so it would hide her breasts. From this position, she could look down the length of her body, watching as he worked.
She was curious about his equipment; she'd never seen this done before. A nervous giggle escaped her lips as she realized it looked like a baton. 'A baton for a honey pot...'
He dipped it in and the anticipation made her shiver, forcing the tips of her nipples to harden and her skin to blush rosily. When she tried to sit up and get a better view of what he was doing, he met her eyes and offered a knowing smile.
"It'll be easier if you stay still and let me just do this..." he scolded.
As he spoke, he pulled his baton free and she noticed it was now covered in a gooey substance. She met his eyes and there was a silent understanding between them - they both wanted this, but they also needed to get this over with as quickly and painlessly as possible.
"I'm ready, so lay back and be still. I'll be done in two minutes," he assured her.
She nodded her understanding as she set free a nervous sigh. "Nanny warned me it hurts the first time, but that it never lasts more than a few minutes."
"Let's not talk about Nanny, please," he chuckled uneasily. "If she knew *I* was the one doing this to you, she'd have a fit!"
"Of course, you're right!"
"Okay, let's do this!"
Once more, Allura lay back, this time she closed her eyes and waited. True to his word, within moments, she felt a sticky warmth on her skin, wet and goopy all at once.
"Just breath," he spoke softly. "There will be some pressure, then it will feel like you're being ripped apart..."
She felt him place some sort of cloth over the tacky goo, he pressed down a moment and then...
"OH MY ARUS!" Allura's voice held a combination of panic and pain. "That hurts!!!"
"It'll get easier every time, Princess, I promise!"
Allura sat up, clutching the sheet with one hand and gently touching her upper lip with the other. She gave her companion a meaningful glare and watched as he held up a thin strip of fabric.
"Yay! We got it all the first time!" Larry proclaimed. "See, Princess, I know I've only been your hair stylist up to this point, but I've been practicing and I'm getting really good at the waxing thing!"
"Yeah," Allura half-heartedly agreed. "I just can't believe we have the technology of Voltron and this is still the best way we've found to remove a woman's mustache."
End
"I think so," Allura sighed, she felt so vulnerable. Reclining, she tugged the sheet covering her semi-nude form so it would hide her breasts. From this position, she could look down the length of her body, watching as he worked.
She was curious about his equipment; she'd never seen this done before. A nervous giggle escaped her lips as she realized it looked like a baton. 'A baton for a honey pot...'
He dipped it in and the anticipation made her shiver, forcing the tips of her nipples to harden and her skin to blush rosily. When she tried to sit up and get a better view of what he was doing, he met her eyes and offered a knowing smile.
"It'll be easier if you stay still and let me just do this..." he scolded.
As he spoke, he pulled his baton free and she noticed it was now covered in a gooey substance. She met his eyes and there was a silent understanding between them - they both wanted this, but they also needed to get this over with as quickly and painlessly as possible.
"I'm ready, so lay back and be still. I'll be done in two minutes," he assured her.
She nodded her understanding as she set free a nervous sigh. "Nanny warned me it hurts the first time, but that it never lasts more than a few minutes."
"Let's not talk about Nanny, please," he chuckled uneasily. "If she knew *I* was the one doing this to you, she'd have a fit!"
"Of course, you're right!"
"Okay, let's do this!"
Once more, Allura lay back, this time she closed her eyes and waited. True to his word, within moments, she felt a sticky warmth on her skin, wet and goopy all at once.
"Just breath," he spoke softly. "There will be some pressure, then it will feel like you're being ripped apart..."
She felt him place some sort of cloth over the tacky goo, he pressed down a moment and then...
"OH MY ARUS!" Allura's voice held a combination of panic and pain. "That hurts!!!"
"It'll get easier every time, Princess, I promise!"
Allura sat up, clutching the sheet with one hand and gently touching her upper lip with the other. She gave her companion a meaningful glare and watched as he held up a thin strip of fabric.
"Yay! We got it all the first time!" Larry proclaimed. "See, Princess, I know I've only been your hair stylist up to this point, but I've been practicing and I'm getting really good at the waxing thing!"
"Yeah," Allura half-heartedly agreed. "I just can't believe we have the technology of Voltron and this is still the best way we've found to remove a woman's mustache."
End
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