A Fry to Remember

BY : EmpressGalaxia
Category: +1 through F > Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Dragon prints: 5710
Disclaimer: I do not own Aqua Teen Hunger Force, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

I don’t own the characters of Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Nor am I responsible if, during the reading of this, you shriek in horror and alert the neighbours. Nor am I responsible for any lewd acts you may perform in public with food products hereafter.


The door creaked open slowly, and the unmistakable sound of his sobbing roommate could be heard. Sighing, he got out of bed and turned on the light. “What’s wrong, Meatwad?”

“Frylock, Shake’s been pickin’ on me again.” The sad little meatball sniffled. “He said I stole his motorbike and so he set fire to my bed. But I didn’t steal no motorbike!”

He rubbed a fry softly over his companion. “It’s okay, you can sleep here tonight.”

Meatwad cheered up instantly. “Ya mean it? I mean, I’d sleep on my bed, but it’s still burnin’...”

“No, no, sleep here.” Turning off the light, Frylock nudged him in the direction of the bed. “It’ll make it that much harder for Shake to terrorize you in the morning.”

“Alright, slumber party!” Forgetting his previous somber mood, Meatwad hopped up to the bed. “I don’t take up much room, but I think I talk sometimes. I’ll try not to talk to loud or somethin’.”

“Fine. Just go to sleep.” Telepathically pulling the covers over both of them, Frylock closed his eyes, ready to go back to sleep.


A sigh. “What, Meatwad?”

“Why’s Shake always pickin’ on me? I don’t do nothin’ to him. He always blames me for somethin’ though, and I don’t like it.”

“You never fight back, Meatwad. Shake’s like a bully, and you’re just playing the weak little kid on the playground. You’re too innocent.” Though that’s what I love about you.

Frylock’s eyes widened at the unwelcome thought in his head. He must have meant “like”. Meatwad was a good friend. He was like a child. But Meatwad was the same age as Frylock. They had grown up together. They had been so close through the years. But physically, they had never been this close, never shared a bed. He could count every one of Meatwad’s long, dark eyelashes from here, see every little chunk of onion.



“I know I never fight back, but I’m not good at that sorta stuff like you are, Frylock. I’m not really strong.” Meatwad only wanted Frylock to protect him. Frylock was so strong and so smart, Meatwad just wanted to let Frylock take care of him. Just for Frylock to wrap two strong fries around him and whisper that everything would be okay. And right now was the closest he had ever been to his childhood friend. He looked up to find him staring down at him intently.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Frylock?”

There was that innocence in his voice, in his expression. Could Meatwad possibly know how much Frylock wanted him? How beautiful he was? How he never wanted to see him crying again?

He cleared his throat. “Just thinking that it’s a real pity Shake picks on you so much.”

“Oh.” A pause. They continued to stare into each other’s eyes. “Yeah, it stinks.”

There was that sadness in Meatwad’s eyes again. Frylock reached down a wiped away a stray tear. “Don’t cry, Meatwad,” he whispered. “I won’t let him hurt you ever again.”

Finally, there was happiness - and hope - in the meatball superhero’s eyes. “You mean that?” When Frylock nodded, he grew two little arms and reached to to hug his friend. “Thank you bunches, Frylock! I knew you cared!”

A smile crossed Frylock’s face. “You’re right, Meatwad. I do care. I care a lot.”

Meatwad pulled away to look into his friend’s face. He bore a gentle, friendly smile. He looked so handsome. “I...”

“What is it?”

“I...care about you, too, Frylock.” A pause. “A lot. More than a friend.”

Frylock’s deep-fried heart jumped in his chest! Now it was his turn to shed a tear - one of happiness. “Do you honestly mean that, Meatwad?”

Meatwad bobbled up and down - what Frylock could only assume was a nod - and grinned from end to end. “I do!”

Lowering his face to Meatwad’s, Frylock placed a chaste, delicate kiss on his lips.

Meatwad almost jumped out of his skin - or at least, his outermost shell of meat. He had never expected this from Frylock, ever. Less than a split second l, ho, however, he was ardently returning the kiss. Passions that had simmered for so long were now boiling over between the two edible superheroes. Frylock had three of his fries reaching out to Meatwad, caressing his sides, and pulling him into a tight embrace. Out of them, Meatwad felt one of the fries was much harder than the rest. He had never seen such a hard french fry before, and while it frightened him a little, he desired to feel the touch of it more than any other fry.

Frylock felt his body losing control in the embrace. He pulled back, and softly caressed Meatwad’s cheek with a fry. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

The innocence in Meatwad’s eyes was stirring. “You could never hurt me, Frylock. You always protect me.”

Placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, Frylock chuckled. “I mean...have you ever done this before?”

He shook his body “no.” Swallowing, partially from nerves and partially from anticipation, he whispered, “Be...be gentle.”

Nodding and drawing him into his embrace once more, Frylock smiled. How he cared for this sweet little meatball, and now he could finally express it physically. Slowly, and carefully, he pressed a fry into Meatwad’s round, squashy body. He heard his friend give a small whimper, and Frylock eased his movements, giving Meatwad time to adjust to him. “Are you alright?”

Meatwad nodded. “That feels good...”

They rocked back and forth in their embrace, Frylock speeding up his in-out motions as Meatwad cooed at the sensation. They finally came together in a sweaty, greasy mess.

Meatwad collapsed onto Frylock. “I love you, Frylock,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

After a moment’s breath, he said, “I’m glad I came here tonight.”


“Yeah. Especially since mah bed’s still probably on fire.”

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