geek ✿ in pink (able) wrote in fm_alchemist,
geek ✿ in pink

XDD;; Yeah I was bored. A friend of mine gave me this link:

Here are some funny random Ed/Winry drabbles:


To Winryly Sniffs

Ed and Winry were celebrating an ugly Valentine's Day together. Ed had cooked a sexy dinner and they ate in his closet by candlelight.

"My darling," Winry said, stroking Ed's leg, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Ed. "It is but a scarey token of my Pretty love."

Ed opened the box. Inside was a hyper G-string! He gazed at it sweetly. Then he gazed at Winry sweetly. "It's mutatable," Ed said. "Come here and let me sniffs you."

Just then, a stupid crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a tiny bug that escapes the wrath of a shoe because he's so small that he fits in the grooves and can't get squashed. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a horny voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Winry read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says that you're my brother."

They stared at each other yuckily as the crone cackled some more. Ed's vaginal area began to tremble. Then Winry shrugged, pulled out a thong, and hit the crone on her armpit. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Ed said and kissed Winry stupidly. "This is a nasty Valentine's Day!"

They neatly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they licked each other all night long.

Mutatable Love

Ed finished packing. Ever since Winry, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Ed had been sexy.

There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing licked him, all was stupid. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going in his closet to become a hyper thong.

Just then, there was a Pretty knock at the door. Ed opened it and stood there yuckily for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his leg.

When Ed came to, Winry was holding his armpit and looking horny. "My love," Winry said stupidly, "I'm sorry for the scarey shock. I've been shipwrecked on a nasty island for the last ten years, living like a tiny bug that escapes the wrath of a shoe because he's so small that he fits in the grooves and can't get squashed. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my vaginal area in the wreck. Can you still love me?"

Ed could hardly believe his Winry had returned. "I will always love you, vaginal area or no vaginal area. Besides, you can cover it up with a G-string."

They embraced sweetly and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was ugly.

The Battle For The G-string

In his closet, Ed licked his G-string. He had been busy with the G-string for hours and now wanted nothing more than a horny cuddle or a stupid massage from his lover Winry.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his hyper Winry appeared at the door, grinning Winryly.

"Put down the G-string," Winry said yuckily. "Unless you want me to sniffs that G-string on your vaginal area."

Ed put down the G-string. He was mutatable. He had never seen Winry so scarey before and it made him ugly.

Winry picked up the G-string, then withdrew a thong from her armpit. "Don't be so mutatable," Winry said with a scarey grimace. "A pladapus bit my leg this morning, and everything became Pretty. Now with this G-string and this thong I can yuckily rule the world!"

Ed clutched his nasty leg neatly. This was his lover, his hyper Winry, now staring at him with a scarey armpit.

"Fight it!" Ed shouted. "The pladapus just wants the G-string for his own hyper devices! He doesn't love you, not the horny way I do!"

Ed could see Winry trembling neatly. Ed reached out his vaginal area and touched Winry's armpit yuckily. He was hyper, so hyper, but he knew only his nasty love for Winry would break the pladapus's spell.

Sure enough, Winry dropped the G-string with a thunk. "Oh, Ed," she squealed. "I'm so horny, can you ever forgive me?"

But Ed had already moved in his closet. Like a tiny bug that escapes the wrath of a shoe because he's so small that he fits in the grooves and can't get squashed, he pressed his vaginal area into Winry's armpit. And as they fell together in a Pretty fit of love, the G-string lay on the floor, ugly and forgotten.


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