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 G E N I T A__C L A N


Author: Brother Genita and Sister Genita
Title: Sesame Street Girl Scout Nookie
Universe: Genitaland TV, the world of television's "Sesame Street" in
Genitaland where it crosses over with Girl Scout Nookie Land
Summary: Big Bird wants to learn how to make a baby.  Can his friends
Oscar the Grouch, LaToya, Cookie Monster, Mr.  and Mrs.  Cockshott, Count
von Cunt, and a Girl Scout assortment help him make one?
Keywords: MF, Mf, Mg, bg, cons, best (puppets), fist (very brief),
humor, mast, oral, ped, satire, zoo (puppets), most of these codes with
puppets/humans
Language: English

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   WARNING

   This fictional story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity.
If you are underage for your jurisdiction, or not interested in such
stories, please go read something else.

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   Sesame Street Girl Scout Nookie

   by Brother Genita and Sister Genita



   "Can you tell me how to get, How to get to Sesame Street?"

   "Sesame Street is brought to you today by the letters F and U, and by
the number 6."

   Big Bird walked happily down Sesame Street one morning.  Big Bird was
canary yellow, 8 feet 2 inches tall, with fluffy yellow feathers, a big
yellow beak, and big orange feet.  He had the body of a giant canary-emu
cross and the mind of a 6-year-old.

   He saw a girl who looked about age 12 who was wearing a green sash over
a white button blouse with a short green skirt.  She had a red wagon full
of some kind of boxes at the door of Mr.  Gamera's third story apartment.
But because Big Bird was looking up at an angle, he could see up her skirt.
He saw that the bottom of her pink panties had the black letters "F U" on
them.

   "Oh, I'm not supposed to look up girls' skirts and see their panties,"
said Big Bird, so he looked and walked away.

   He walked six blocks, then stopped when he heard a funny noise.  "It
sounds like a dog growling and a cat yowling," said Big Bird.  "Maybe
there's a fight.  It's not good for animals to fight.  Why can't we just
get along?  We should all be friends."

   The sound was coming from a second story apartment.  Even though Big
Bird was 8 feet tall, it was too high for him to see through the
apartment's window.  "Oh how I wish I could fly," he said.  "Then I could
see."

   "I know," said Big Bird.  "I'll look for something to stand on." He
found a very strong red toy metal fire truck big enough for a preschooler
to ride on, but standing on it didn't get him high enough.  He stepped on a
three-foot tall cardboard box marked "Girl Scout cookies" that was sitting
in the alley, but it collapsed.  "Oh dear, that won't work," he said.

   But then something popped out of the crushed box.  It was an
orange-brown bear wearing a small brown pork pie hat and an oversized
red-and-white polka-dot necktie.  "Anybody get the license plate of that
truck?" the bear said.  "Or was that a yellow school bus with feathers? 
Wocka wocka wocka!"

   A green frog popped up from somewhere and said, "Fozzie Bear, this is
'Sesame Street,' not 'The Muppet Show.'"

   "But 'The Muppet Show' got cancelled,' said Fozzie.  "I got to make a
living somewhere.  And why is Kermit the Frog on both shows and I'm only on
one?"

   "Fozzie . . ." said Kermit.

   "Ok, Kermit, I'm going.  Sheesh." The bear and the frog both
disappeared.

   Then Big Bird saw a girl dressed in a Girl Scout Daisy uniform that was
much too big for her.  She was 4-years-old with chocolate colored skin,
medium length kinky hair in pigtails held by pink barrettes, and pretty
dark eyes.  The uniform was a white polo shirt with a light blue vest and
short blue skirt with white socks and white shoes.  "What are you doing
here, LaToya?"

   "Oh Big Bird, I was playing Girl Scout firefighter and rode my fire
truck here and now I'm lost," said the preschooler who hugged Big Bird's
left leg.

   "Don't worry, LaToya," said the bird, patting her head.  "I know how to
get you home.  But right now I'm trying to figure out how to see in that
second story window.  I'm just not tall enough."

   "Say, I know," Big Bird continued.  "Why don't I pick you up and you can
see for me?"

   "Ok, Big Bird," said LaToya.

   Big Bird bent over so LaToya could get on top of his big yellow head. 
But then under her short blue skirt he saw her white cotton panties with
the smiling pink face of Miss Piggy on the crotch.

   "Oh this won't do," said Big Bird.  "I'm not supposed to look up girls'
skirts and see their panties.  But how can I get you over my head without
seeing them?"

   "I know," he said.  "It's only a problem if I see your panties while
you're wearing them.  Why don't you take them off?"

   "Ok, Big Bird," said LaToya.  So the 4-year-old slid down her Miss Piggy
panties and threw them on the street.  "Oh, we aren't supposed to litter,"
said Big Bird, "but I don't see any trash cans here." He didn't know what
else to do with the panties, so he put them on his head.  "Say, wearing
undies on my head is fun," he said.  Then he bent over low.  "Here, LaToya,
I'm giving you my head to climb on," which she did.  All he could see under
her skirt now was her round little chocolate brown bottom in back and a
dark little slit that went from the middle of her legs to her front.  No
panties.  "That's better," he said.

   The girl, sitting on his head, giggled.  "Oh Big Bird, your feathers
tickle my trickle."

   "Stand up so you can see better," said Big Bird.

   LaToya still wasn't quite high enough, so Big Bird stepped on the strong
metal fire truck.  That got the girl where she could see through the
window. But her too-big blue skirt slipped down over Big Bird's eyes. 
"What do you see?" asked Big Bird.  "A dog and a cat?"

   "No, Big Bird," said LaToya looking through the window of the second
story apartment.  "I see a man and a lady in a bed."

   "Oh," said Big Bird.  "Maybe they haven't gotten up yet.  It's still
morning.  If they're sleeping in their underwear, we shouldn't be looking."

   "I don't see any underwear," said LaToya.  "They aren't wearing any
clothes."

   "Oh, then that's Ok then.  Do you see a dog and a cat?"

   "No, but the lady's lying on her back and the man's doing pushups on top
of the lady."

   "That sounds like fun," said Big Bird.

   But right then the black skinned man saw the little girl looking through
his second story window.  He pushed himself up and his 6-inch erect penis
popped out of the dark lady's wet black curly haired vagina.  He pulled up
the window and popped his head out.  "What's going on out there?  Who's
that looking in our bedroom window?" he said.

   Then he saw it was a little girl standing on top of a big bird's head.
"Hey, Baby Mama," he said to the lady, "Check this out.  It's a couple of
neighborhood girls, LaToya and Big Bird."

   Big Bird recognized the man's voice.  "Oh no, Mr.  Cockshott, I'm a boy
bi . . ." started Big Bird.

   "Really, Baby Daddy?" said the lady to the man.  She got up and went to
the window.  Her large C-cup breasts were dark brown.  Her chocolate
areolas and nipples looked to LaToya like big Hershey's kisses.  "Hi Big
Bird," said the lady.  "Hi LaToya--is that your big sister's uniform?  And
why are your skirt and panties sliding over Big Bird's head?  I can see
your little trickle, girl."

   "Hi Mr.  and Mrs.  Cockshott," said Big Bird as LaToya pulled her skirt
back up.  "I didn't know you lived here.  I thought there was a dog and a
cat fighting.  Are you doing exercises?"

   "In a way, Bird Bird," said Mr.  Cockshott.  "We were making a baby. 
When we do that, Mrs.  Cockshott yowls like a cat and I growl like a dog."

   "Oh, that explains it," said Big Bird.  "How do you make a baby?"

   "Well, Big Bird," said Mr.  Cockshott.  "I connect my man parts with
Mrs. Cockshott's lady parts . . .  "

   "With some of this," said Mrs.  Cockshott, showing Big Bird a tube of
lube through the open window.

   "And that makes a baby," said Mr.  Cockshott.

   "Is it fun making a baby?" asked Big Bird.

   "Oh yes," said Mrs.  Cockshott.

   "It's lots of fun getting into a girl's undies, Big Bird," said Mr. 
Cockshott.  "That's why I help my wife with her Girl Scout troop.  'Fun'
starts with the letter 'f,' and 'undies' starts with the letter 'u.' Those
are the letters of the day."

   "I think it's fun getting into a girl's undies too," said Big Bird.

   "You do?" asked Mr.  Cockshott.

   "Oh yes," said Big Bird.  "I like wearing LaToya's undies on my head."

   "Uh huh," said Mr.  Cockshott.  "Well, we'll see you later.  We have to
get back to making our baby."

   "Oh, I understand," said Big Bird.  "Have fun making a baby."

   "We will," said Mr.  and Mrs.  Cockshott.

   Big Bird put LaToya down, still wearing her panties on his head.  "I'm
going to take you home, LaToya.  Then I'm going to make a baby."

   * * * * * *

   At noon, Big Bird, without LaToya but still with her Miss Piggy panties
on his big yellow head . . .

   "Wait a minute," said the orange-brown bear, popping up out of a trash
can.  "Are those Miss Piggy panties?  She's on 'The Muppet Show' and not on
'Sesame Street' just like me.  So how come she gets to appear here and I
don't, Kermit?  Is it because Miss Piggy's your girlfriend?"

   The green Kermit the Frog popped out of a second trash can.  "Fozzie
Bear, Miss Piggy is not my girlfriend.  Now . . .  "

   "If you can bear Miss Piggy on Sesame Street, why can't Sesame Street
bear a bear?  Wocka wocka wocka!"

   "It's just her underwear, not her," said Kermit.  "Look Fozzie, we don't
have room for Grover, Prairie Dawn, Bert and Ernie, or that upstart Elmo in
this episode.  They're regulars, so we don't have room for you either.  Now
get off the street."

   "Ok, but first I have a joke.  What's long and green and . . ."

   "Fozzie," said Kermit.

   "Ok, ok, I'm going," said Fozzie Bear, who left along with the frog.

   Big Bird tapped on the top of a trash can . . .  a third trash can. 
Nothing happened.  He tapped harder.  Still nothing.  Then he pecked at it
furiously with his big yellow beak.

   The trash can lid was pushed off by a grouchy, messy looking green furry
creature.  "All right, already," said Oscar the Grouch.

   "Hi Oscar the Grouch," said Big Bird.

   "What are you bothering me for?" asked Oscar.  "I was just having
lunch," he said, chewing on an old banana peel.

   "Well, Oscar, I know you like broken things, so I thought maybe you'd
have some glue I could borrow."

   "Glue?  If I like broken things, why would I have glue?" asked Oscar.

   "To fix them," said Big Bird.

   "Ok, I'll bite.  What do you want to fix, Big Bird?"

   "Oh, I don't want to fix anything.  I want to make a baby."

   "You what?  You want to make a baby?  With glue?"

   "Sure," said Big Bird.  "Mr.  and Mrs.  Cockshott said they put their
body parts together and showed me a tube they used.  I'm sure it was a tube
of glue so the parts would stick together."

   "Heh heh heh," laughed Oscar the Grouch to himself.  "This will be fun."

   "Sure, Big Bird, I got some glue.  But you'll have to give me something
for it, a trade.  I like a little dessert with my lunch.  You got a spinach
sardine chocolate fudge sundae?  That's my favorite dessert, you know."

   "Gee Oscar, no I don't."

   "Hmm.  How about some mashed bananas with ice cubes and cold beef gravy?
That's my second favorite, especially with some 6-year-old Daisy Go Round
cookies on top."

   "Not today," said Big Bird.

   "You got any trash?"

   "Well, this thing on my head is a pair of LaToya's soiled panties she
threw away," Big Bird said, bending over so Oscar could see them better. 
"I guess that's trash." Oscar looked.

   "Dirty white used panties with pink Miss Piggy on the crotch?  That's my
third favorite snack!  Give them to me!"

   "Ok," said Big Bird, pulling the white used preschooler panties off of
his head and handing them to Oscar.  Oscar grabbed them, looked them over
carefully, then sniffed them.

   "Umm, a heady soiled prepubescent aroma with a hint of fart and a touch
of urine," Oscar said.  "'Fart' starts with the letter 'f' and 'urine'
starts with the letter 'u,' you know.  Those are the letters for today. 
But I think I'll sniff them now and eat them later."

   "Um, Oscar, do I get my glue?" asked Big Bird.

   "Oh, sure," said Oscar, handing him a tube of Super Glue.  "But you
know, Big Bird, you can't make a baby by yourself."

   "I can't?" said Big Bird.

   "No," said Oscar.  To himself, he said, "this is going to be fun."

   "No, Big Bird," said Oscar.  "You need a partner.  Now who would make a
good partner for making a baby . . .  Are you a girl bird or a boy bird?"

   "Oh, I'm a boy bird," said Big Bird.

   "A boy bird . . .  then you need a girl . . .  I know.  I just sent a
Girl Scout to see Cookie Monster.  I'm sure she will sell him a lot of
cookies and he won't just start grabbing them and eating them without
paying like he always does because he doesn't have any money, heh heh heh."

   "Big Bird, this kind of glue is called 'lube,'" Oscar continued,
pointing to the tube of Super Glue.  "Don't ever call it 'glue,' call it
'lube.' When you see the Girl Scout, tell her you'll help her earn her baby
making merit badge and you've got a tube of lube for the job, heh heh heh."

   "How do I do that?" asked Big Bird, but Oscar had already replaced his
trash can lid.

   * * * * * *

   After walking for a while, in the afternoon Big Bird saw a girl wearing
a white button blouse with a green sash with badges over it.  She had a
green skirt that stopped three inches above her knees, matching green socks
that started just below her knees, and white tennis shoes.  Standing with
her was a furry blue monster with white, black-pupil googly eyes.

   "There she is," said Big Bird.  "Oscar was right, the Girl Scout is with
Cookie Monster.  I bet she's the girl I saw this morning.  Hi Girl Scout,
hi Cookie Monster." The Girl Scout, who looked about 12 and had beige skin,
big brown eyes, shoulder-length brown hair and a budding figure, smiled and
waved.

   "No, me no more Cookie Monster," said the blue furry monster with the
white, black-pupiled googly eyes.

   "You aren't?" said Big Bird.

   "No," said the blue monster.  "People say me make kids eat too many
cookies and that make them fat.  So now me eat something that taste good
but less filling.  You can tell what by my new name."

   "What's your new name, Cookie Monster?"

   "Me thought you'd never ask.  Me now . . .  drum roll please . . . 
Pussy Monster!  Hear my new song.

   (Singing)

   "P is for pussy, that's good enough for me; P is for pussy, that's good
enough for me; P is for pussy, that's good enough for me; Oh, pussy, pussy,
pussy starts with P."

   "But Cookie . . .  Pussy Monster," said Big Bird.  "I know you can get
cookies from a Girl Scout, but how can you get . . .  "

   "Girl Scout nookie?  Me show you," said Pussy Monster.  To the Girl
Scout, he said "Raise skirt!"

   "Oh, I can't look at panties when a girl's wearing them," said Big Bird,
hiding his eyes behind both of his yellow feathery hands.

   "You can't?" said Pussy Monster.  "That Ok.  Me eat them." Pussy Monster
bent down so his head was even with the girl's pink bikini panties with the
black letters "F U" on her bottom and the black words "Eat Me" on her
crotch.  The monster checked the tag.  "Size six panties," said Pussy
Monster.  "Number six is the number for today.  Number six.  Om nom nom nom
nom nom nom . . .  " he said while eating her panties off of her preteen
hips, bottom and crotch.

   "Big Bird can look now," said the monster.  "Panties gone.  Burp. 
Excuse me."

   Big Bird looked.  The girl was still holding up her skirt, but there was
no sign of pink panties.  Instead, under her skirt he saw a puffy little
slit with a wisp of downy brown hair that looked just a little damp.  "Now
Pussy Monster eat the best part," said the monster.  "Pussy!"

   "'Pussy?' So that's her name.  But Pussy Monster," said Big Bird, "you
aren't really going to eat her, are you?"

   "No, Big Bird," said Pussy Monster.  "That just expression.  Om nom nom
nom nom nom nom . . .  " he said as he used his mouth, lips and tongue to
figuratively eat the Girl Scouts 12-year-old pussy.

   "Oh, Pussy Monster, eat me, eat me!" said the girl.

   "Now who can I get to help me make a baby?" said Big Bird.

   * * * * * *

   Big Bird saw it was starting to get dark outside.  "I shouldn't be out
after dark," he said, "so I'll have to hurry.  This will have to be my last
try to make a baby." He saw a house that was dark and scary with candles in
the windows and bats flying overhead.  He knew who lived there.  He saw a
door knocker that looked like a bat's head with two big wings, and knocked
with it.

   He heard thunder and saw lightning, and shivered.  Then the big heavy
wooden door creaked open.  He saw a fang-toothed man with purplish skin
wearing a black suit with a long sleeve white shirt and black shoes, and a
long black cape over all.

   "Who is there?" asked the man.  "Ah, it is Big Bird come to visit me. 
It is I, Count von Cunt.  Why do they call me Count von Cunt?  Because I
love to count cunt, ah ah ah," he laughed as thunder and lightning struck.
"Come in, Big Bird, come in."

   Big Bird said, "Ok, Count!" and entered the house.  The inside was dark
and scary with candles in the windows and bats flying overhead.  Much like
the outside.  "Here I have six bats," said the Count.  I will show you. 
One, two, three, four, five, six!  Ah ah ah!" he said to thunder and
lightning.

   "Now please sit down," said the Count.  "Here are six chairs to choose
from.  One, two, three, four, five, six!  Ah ah ah!" he said to more
thunder and lightning.

   Big Bird sat in the sixth chair because he was very big and it looked
the strongest.  The Count sat in the first chair which looked the fanciest.
"Help me, Count von Cunt, you're my only hope.  I really want to learn."

   "Ah, Big Bird, I know many things.  What do you want to learn?"

   "Well, Count von Cunt, I want to learn how to make a baby." Thunder and
lightning again.

   "Ah, well then you've come to right place," said the Count.  "Girls,
come here!" ordered the Count.

   A group of Girl Scouts appeared.  One pink-skinned girl with blonde
ringlets who looked about age 6 wore a soft long sleeve white shirt with a
light blue vest and short blue skirt.  "A Girl Scout Daisy," said the
Count. A second girl had beige skin with brown hair with bangs who looked
about age 8 and wore a brown sash over a short brown tunic over a soft
beige long sleeve shirt.  "A Girl Scout Brownie." A third girl who had dark
brown skin and was around age 10 had short kinky hair and dark eyes.  She
wore a short white shirt with two buttons, a dark green vest and a short
dark green skirt.  "A Girl Scout Junior."

   Another girl who looked 14-years-old with beige skin and long brown hair
wore a short sleeve white button shirt with a khaki vest over it and short
khaki skirt underneath.  "A Girl Scout Senior," said the Count.  Another
girl who appeared about age 16 was dressed similarly to the previous one,
but looked Asian with black hair in pigtails and black eyes.  "A Girl Scout
Ambassador."

   "Wait," said the Count.  "Where is my 12-year-old Girl Scout Cadette?"

   "She's out selling Girl Scout cookies," said the girl junior.

   "But the number of the day is six," said the Count.  He counted the
girls.  "One, two, three, four, five." There was no thunder or lightning.
"How can I count six cunts when I only have five girls?"

   "Is she the girl named 'Pussy?'" asked Big Bird.  "Cookie . . .  Pussy
Monster said he was going to eat her.  But not really.  I don't know what
he meant."

   "Big Bird," said the Count, eyeing the bird.  "Tell me, are you a boy
bird or a girl bird?"

   "Oh, I'm a boy bird," said Big Bird.

   "Really?  Ah, but you aren't wearing any pants, and I do not see any boy
body parts.  Are you sure you're a boy and not a girl?"

   "I think so," said Big Bird.  "I think I need to get girl body parts to
make a baby.  I've got some gl . . .  some lube."

   "Let me have a look." The Count examined the underside of the bird.  "Ah
hah!  Perhaps you are actually a hen instead of a cock.  What I see is a
hole, rather a slit."

   "Oh, I think all birds have that," said Big Bird.

   "Let me count," said the Count.  He counted the girls again.  "One, two,
three, four, five . . ." Then he looked at Big Bird.  "Six cunts?" Thunder
and lightning struck so hard they shook the house.  "Ah ah ah!" laughed the
Count.  "Now I have six cunts!  So, my Girl Scouts, now you will remove all
your clothing including your panties." Big Bird's eyes stayed closed behind
two big feathery yellow hands until the girls' clothes were all off.

   "I shall fuck six uncovered cunts after all, and in six different ways,"
said Count von Cunt.  "'Fuck' starts with the letter 'f,' and 'uncovered'
starts with the letter 'u.' And the number of the day is 'six.'"

   The Count sniffed the pink hairless Daisy trickle and rubbed the tip of
his long nose into her slit, saying, "very nice aroma; cunt fuck number 1
is a nose fuck." He stuck out his pointed tongue and licked outside and
inside the beige hairless Brownie box; "very tasty.  Cunt fuck number 2 is
a tongue fuck." He thrust his right index finger into the slightly haired
Junior pussy and moved it around inside her and said, "cunt fuck number 3
is a Junior fuck, a single finger fuck." He thrust his whole hand into the
brown-haired Senior snatch and moved it back and forth, saying, "that is a
senior fuck; cunt fuck number 4 is a fist fuck." Then he slid his left foot
into the Ambassador's very black hairy twat and wiggled his toes, and said,
"wiggling my piggies, my toes; cunt fuck number 5 is a foot fuck."

   Then finally he slid his 6-inch purplish penis into the vent with yellow
feathers and said, "cunt fuck number 6 is a cock fuck!  Ah ah ah!" to
lightning and thunder.

   "Oh, Count," said Big Bird after the Count's cock entered the bird's
feathery vent.  "Being number 6 is utterly fun!"

   The Count said, "Yes, it is, Big Bird, but . . .  my cock is not moving.
Tell me, what kind of lube did you use?"

   * * * * * *

   Nine months and two bottles of Super Glue remover later, Big Bird's
brown egg hatched.  Out of the egg's crack popped an orange-brown bear
wearing a small brown pork pie hat and an oversized red-and-white polka-dot
necktie.  "I have a joke," said Fozzie Bear.  "What's long and green and
smells like bacon?  Give up?  Kermit the Frog's finger!"

   Immediately the Asian girl who looked to be 16 and wore her hair in
black pigtails reached to her face and pulled off a mask and a Girl Scout
costume to reveal . . .  Miss Piggy in a black lace bra, black thong
panties and black high heeled shoes.  The pink-skinned, blue-eyed, long
blond-haired pig said, "Bacon?  You said 'bacon?' Hi-yah!" She karate
chopped Fozzie Bear, sending him flying into a third story window where the
pork-chopped bear knocked over Mr.  Gamera.

   Then Miss Piggy said, "it might have been long and green and smelled
like . . .  moi, but it wasn't Kermit's finger!  Wocka wocka wocka!"

   "Sesame Street was brought to you today by the letters F and U, and by
the number 6."


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