The Lusty Walrus

                                                The Lusty Walrus

"Certainly not, kind sir! I am here but to clean your chambers." The small walrus, Trottimus, cowered to his master

"Is that all you have came for, Greasy Walrus? My chamber?" The frog like man, Alsmithy, asked sourly. The sourness in his voice scared the young walrus, yet he still yerned for the man.

"I have no idea what it is you imply, Alsmithy, I am but a poor Walrus." Trottimus replied cautiously to him. He began to fiddle with the rang he held in his large flippers.

"So you are, my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong fins and shapely tail." Alsmithy gushed to the walrus. The, assumed, compliment made the walrus' checks turn a light shade of pink.

"Y-You embarass me, s-sir!" Trottimus noticeably stuttered.

"Fear not. You are safe here with me." Alsmithy smirked, eyeing up the walrus with the eyes that could make any man faint - from fear or lust.

"I must finish my cleaning, sir. Djh3max will have my head if I do not!" The walrus rushed, suddenly remembering his purpose. He knew Mistress Djh3max would kill him if he did not clean the room; Seriously, Mistress has killed 5 servents previously, all being Trottimus' siblings.

"Cleaning, eh? I have something for you... Here, polish my spear." Alsmithy commanded thrusting it towards the small, cowering walrus.

"But it is huge! It could take me all night!" The walrus complained, seeing the size of his spear. He knew it would take hours to clean and many bottles of his polish.

"Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time." His master smirked. Trottimus began to move his arm back and forth along the spear, readying himself for the long night ahead.

~By Chris 'Trottimus' Trott
~Added writing by Chloe 'BeenThereDoneThat' ???